Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Eighty-Six Times the Stakes
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It took less than a second for the conclusion to form in my head.
I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, channeling the biggest bluff of my life.
"Hmm... With terms like that, well. Not bad."
I tried to play it cool, tilting my chin like I was reluctantly accepting some grand offer.
Despite my lame acting, Han Yura didn't change expression as she waited for my answer.
"Deal. But I've got a condition."
"What is it?"
"No blaming me if you lose. Investments are your own responsibility."
I tossed out some line I'd picked up somewhere, trying to sound like an expert laying the groundwork.
Yura gave me a look like she thought it was ridiculous, then nodded.
"Fine. So, we starting right now?"
"Of course. Strike while the iron's hot."
I declared confidently, swiveling my chair to face the computer monitor.
The presence of Yura right behind me, her shampoo scent tickling my nose, and the goal of 4.3 million won plus her "pussy."
All of it mixed together, making my heart pound like crazy.
"Alright then... Starting with your first investment of 50,000 won."
I announced solemnly and focused on the charts, trying to summon that earlier sensation.
But...
'Huh?'
Something was off.
The charts, which had felt alive like breathing creatures just minutes ago, were back to their old, lifeless state.
A meaningless jumble of red and blue bars.
The same chaotic mess that had crushed me that morning.
'Why... why is this happening?'
The sharp sense of the market's rhythm, that instinctive feel—it was completely gone.
Like waking up stone-cold sober after being blackout drunk, my mind went blank again.
"......"
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
I'd talked a big game, but now I couldn't see a damn thing.
"What's wrong? Something off?"
My silence dragged on, and Yura prodded from behind.
Her voice was its usual chill, but laced with anticipation.
"Oh, no... The market's just tricky right now. Taking a breather. Jump in wrong at a time like this, and you get eaten alive."
I bluffed shamelessly.
My fingers aimlessly dragged the mouse around, pretending to do some deep analysis.
But my head was blank, and my heart thrashed with anxiety.
'Fuck, I'm screwed. Totally fucked.'
If this kept up, I'd be branded a scammer for sure.
I'd see contempt in that pretty face of hers.
Forget verifying if her "pussy squeezes like a vice"—I'd be lucky not to get slapped without even earning the 50,000 won.
I had to turn this around somehow.
I racked my brain desperately.
Why had the sensation vanished? What was different now from before?
Time passing since the trade?
Or... talking too much with Yura?
No way... Was my talent only activating right after I came?
If so... to fire up this faded ability again...?
'...No fucking way.'
The absurd hypothesis flashed through my mind.
But it was the only thing I had to cling to right now.
I slowly, very slowly, turned my chair.
And looked up at Han Yura, standing there blankly behind me, waiting.
"Hey... Yura."
"What."
"To hit a big one... I think we need a bit more warm-up."
I said it as humbly as possible without sounding desperate, but urgently.
Yura furrowed her brow, not getting it.
"Warm-up? What's that mean?"
I swallowed hard. No backing out now.
I nodded toward my crotch—pants still on—and uttered the hardest words of my life.
"Meaning... I think I need to bust one more."
Silence fell.
No reaction to the boldest words I'd ever spoken.
She just stared wide-eyed, like her brain was processing what I'd said.
One second, two... It felt eternal.
Then, finally, as her brain fully decoded my meaning.
Yura's face slowly, very slowly, hardened.
The curiosity and excitement gone, replaced by icy contempt and genuine disgust.
She spoke.
"......You fucking lost your mind?"
Her voice wasn't raging—it was cold and dry, like a scientist studying some incomprehensible microbe.
"You messing with me? What bullshit is this?"
"No, I'm serious! For real! Hear me out!"
I shot up from my chair, desperately explaining.
"You saw it! I saw it with my own eyes, me making money! It wasn't luck! It happened after... after we did that! Suddenly my brain went super sharp! Like a switch flipped!"
I ranted on about the miraculous phenomenon I'd just experienced, pleading my case.
But it fell flat on Han Yura.
She crossed her arms and scanned me up and down.
Her eyes screamed, "This guy's finally snapped."
"What kinda crap is that? That was just beginner's luck. Don't use it as an excuse for round two."
"No! Not luck! The switch flipped off again! That's why I need to flip it back on! Then I can grow your money!"
Even my desperate cries didn't budge her expression.
She turned toward the door like I wasn't worth another second.
In a panic, I blocked her path.
"Wait! Just believe me one last time! No, don't believe—just call it business!"
"Move, idiot. Wasted my time."
"Money! I'll pay extra! This one's on me! 50,000! No, 70,000! Flip the switch with that, make money, and show you! Deal?"
The word "70,000" halted her steps toward the door.
Yura slowly turned to look at me.
Her gaze flicked between my monitor's account balance (355,000 won) and my face.
Quick math running in her head, no doubt.
'Get 70k to listen to this lunatic for 10 more minutes' vs. 'Just bail.'
She stared me down coldly.
Those icy eyes seemed to gauge the depth of my sincerity—or madness.
Then, with a deep sigh, she spoke.
"......Upfront, moron."
I didn't hesitate.
Any delay, and she might change her mind.
I grabbed my phone and opened the banking app.
[Recipient: Han Yura] [Amount: 70,000 won]
My fingers trembled slightly.
I'd barely clawed back to 350k from the last trade, and now a fifth of it was heading her way.
But this wasn't spending.
It was an investment—to flip the switch on my talent for bigger gains.
I hit 'Transfer' and showed her the confirmation.
Yura glanced at my screen, then my face, then pulled out her phone to check the deposit alert.
"......"
With another deep sigh, she pocketed her phone.
Her face said she was facing the world's most dreaded dishwashing chore.
Reluctantly, she perched on the edge of the bed again.
Seeing her like she'd given up on everything, I felt a quiet triumph as I dropped my pants and approached.
This was the first time seeing her bare face up close.
Cold, arrogant—and maddeningly alluring.
On impulse, I made a boundary-pushing suggestion.
"Can I watch your face? You already showed it, so no big deal now, right?"
Her blank expression flashed with murder again.
She glared silently. That look alone chilled my spine.
In a low, bone-chilling voice, she said:
"Cum on my face, and I'll bite your dick off."
"Yes, ma'am."
I nodded at lightspeed.
Han Yura wasn't joking. Those eyes meant business.
She sighed once more and wrapped her hand around me.
I swallowed, staring at her face.
Indifferent eyes, pursed lips. The perfect beauty showed no emotion as she mechanically stroked me.
This was far from the erotic fantasy I'd imagined.
I felt more like a sacrificial lamb before a sacred rite.
I closed my eyes, focusing solely on the 'sensation' that would come after.
It was all for the trades. Strictly for investing...
...Or so I tried to tell myself, but Han Yura's face was too damn distracting.
Investment be damned—every rational thought melted before her.
Those long eyes, cold and craving conquest.
Full lips slightly parted in bored indifference.
And that faint beauty mark beside them, drawing my gaze insanely.
Irritation and annoyance etched her features, but to me, it was like an unreal portrait.
'Ah... fuck...'
The feel of her hand on me paled against the stimulus of her face.
This wasn't just a handjob.
It was like hovering over the main course of an ultra-expensive omakase, inhaling the aroma without tasting.
"Hey."
I broke first.
Her eyes flicked slightly, screaming 'What now, asshole?'
"You're really pretty."
My out-of-nowhere compliment made her mechanical hand pause.
She looked at me, then snorted in disbelief.
"Now you say that? Shut up and cum already. My arm's tired."
That curt snap was the trigger.
Her contemptuous look, the grip on me, her sharp voice in my ears.
All stimuli crashed over my brain at once, and with a short groan, I came.
"Hngh...!"
Empty.
The 70,000-won pleasure ended far shorter and fiercer than expected.
Yura glanced numbly at her soiled hand, grabbed a tissue, wiped roughly, and headed to the bathroom.
Water ran briefly, then she emerged.
Zero interest in me now, she flopped back on my bed and scrolled her phone.
Still buzzing with afterglow, pants off, I sat at the computer.
As post-nut clarity ebbed out like the tide, that cold, crystal sensation returned.
Vision sharpening, worldly noise fading.
The switch was back on. I gripped the mouse resolutely.
"Alright, Han Yura. Watch how your money grows."
My mutter made her turn her head slightly from the bed.
"Oh, hold up."
She sat up, phone in hand again.
"Sending back the 70k. Add it to the pot. Make it grow."
I doubted my ears.
Her who'd just demanded upfront payment was reinvesting it all?
Ignoring my shock, she added flatly:
"50k to 4.3 million—that's how many times?"
Ding. My phone chimed as she finished.
[Han Yura sent 70,000 won.]
I stared blankly at the alert.
She was serious.
Throwing her immediate profit back into this insane gamble.
I turned to her. No doubt in her eyes now—just a weird resolve to see it through.
I swallowed and answered her question.
"86 times."
The number hung heavy in the air.
86 times. Absurd. But instead of flinching, she nodded.
"Then turn that 70k I just sent into 10.32 million total. Do that, and I'll really give it up."
".....Lady, your conscience must be to hell and back."
"Don't like it? Cough up 120k and we're done."
Fuck.
Blackmail.
Refuse, and I pay 120k, balance shrinks to 200k-ish.
Everything down the drain.
Accept? Target jumps from 4.3 mil to 10.32 mil—over double.
She knew I couldn't say no.
Her eyes mocked: 'What now, loser? Pay up or fold.'
I gritted my teeth. Face burning.
"...Fine."
Defeat slithered from my lips.
"I'll do it. Happy now, fuck."
A faint, tiny smirk tugged her lips.
That smile irked me more than anything today—and turned me on hardest.
I faced the computer again. No more games.
Switch on.
The deranged 10.32 mil goal sharpened my post-nut clarity to ice-cold precision.
No room for excitement.
This wasn't a home run gamble—it was major surgery, thousands of precise cuts.
I transferred Yura's 120k to the futures account.
Set leverage to 3x.
"Just 3x? How long you planning to take?"
Yura sounded puzzled behind me.
I pointed at a spot on the monitor instead of answering.
The briefly dipping chart was pausing, hinting at a tiny rebound.
"Not swinging for homers. Hitting singles nonstop."
I entered a precise 'long' at the rebound's start.
The chart rose for about a minute, just as I felt.
Power fading—I hit 'close position' without hesitation.
Realized P/L: +2,160 won.
Next coin chart up.
3x leverage again. Felt a dip in the uptrend—a pullback.
Bought in, added 1,850 won two minutes later.
Next, next. I moved like factory machinery.
No fear of loss, no greed for more.
Just the charts' subtle signals—'enter now, exit now'—pure animal instinct.
5 minutes, 10, 30... Nonstop scalping.
Each trade: 1-2k profit.
Zero losses.
"......"
Yura went quiet behind me.
She stared blankly not at me, but at my trade history racking up greens.
No doubt now—just pure awe, like watching alien machinery.
"What... how... every single one goes up...?"
About an hour later.
I finally released the mouse and exhaled long.
Extreme focus left my head ringing.
Checked balance.
Yura's 120k principal now 237k.
Over 30 scalps in an hour: pure 117k profit.
I turned to Yura.
"That's it for today."
She nodded dazedly.
I chuckled.
"At this rate... about 80 more hours. To cover your tuition."
That snapped her out of it. She looked at me.
10.32 million. Still distant, hazy.
But no longer impossible.