Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Manipulation, and the Comment Part-timer Choi Yang
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I stood up from my seat.
A new goal had been set.
It took tens of thousands of simulations in my head to reach that conclusion.
The biggest risk was, of course, pregnancy.
Chaewon's pregnancy test fiasco had rung alarm bells for me.
Just because you ejaculate inside doesn't mean pregnancy is guaranteed.
The general odds aren't that high.
But our "work" involved repeating acts that exponentially increased those odds.
Due to the nature of the post-nut clarity trading method, sex was unavoidable in high volume.
Once or twice a day, sometimes more.
And for maximum efficiency, creampies were essential.
In this setup, pregnancy was just a matter of time.
So, would spreading that risk across three women mathematically reduce it to a third?
I questioned my own sloppy math.
More precisely, even if one got pregnant and dropped out, the other two could maintain some business continuity.
With just two like now, one pregnancy would paralyze the whole team.
What about birth control, then?
The surest way to eliminate the risk.
But using condoms cut post-nut clarity from six hours to four.
Our "work efficiency" would drop.
Which meant we'd need an extra fuck per day to compensate.
And could I really exclude sex driven by my raging 23-year-old libido?
For a loser like me, that was practically impossible.
I couldn't hold back even if the count went up.
In the end, it was physically unsustainable.
Separate work sex from pleasure sex?
Not realistic either.
Keep raw creampie fucking like now?
The risk was too terrifying.
I couldn't forget Chaewon's pale face.
What if it had been real?
Another kid after Haneul?
The overwhelming burden of shouldering all that responsibility.
Should I get a vasectomy?
Or make them get Implanon implants?
The former carried an unknown risk: my "post-nut clarity" ability might vanish.
Hormonal or physical changes could affect this special power.
The latter... force 23-year-old girls into a procedure that might prevent them from ever having kids?
I wasn't that much of a scumbag yet.
Besides, Yura or Chaewon would never accept such a proposal.
Especially Chaewon, already a mom—she'd have a huge aversion to it.
Every option was blocked.
Everything was a dilemma.
In the end, only one answer remained.
If I couldn't eliminate the risk, spread it across more people.
And build a system that keeps running even if one drops out.
That was the only—and best—choice I could make right now.
So I made up my mind.
For my future, and our team's, I had to make that convenience store part-timer one of us, no matter what.
For that reason, I ignored the shame.
And walked into the store where she worked.
I approached her and, plastering a thick skin over my face, blabbered away.
"Hey. Interested in a high-paying gig?"
Her hand, scanning barcodes without even hiding her annoyance, froze abruptly.
Her gaze slowly turned toward me.
That look said it all.
What the hell? This scammer? Can't even scam with any effort?
Like bumping into a "Do you know the way to...?" street preacher.
Like seeing a friend seriously pushing a pyramid scheme.
Like opening the door on a rare day off at home, only to find a cultist standing there.
A gaze packed tight with every ounce of worldly disgust, contempt, and suspicion—it was aimed right at me.
In that instant, I realized.
How pathetic my situation was.
A guy with 5 billion won hitting on a 20-year-old part-timer in a convenience store with "high-paying gig" bullshit. What a comedy.
Even funnier? I was dead serious.
A desperate recruitment drive by the post-nut clarity trader shaking over pregnancy risks.
What kind of bullshit life is this?
But I couldn't give up.
This required strategic thinking.
Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage
[First Visit]
I brought my two sworn sisters,
Guan Yu Chaewon and Zhang Fei Yura, to recruit this era's Zhuge Liang—the recluse in her "thatched hut."
The 24/7 lit-up thatched hut called a convenience store.
"Brother, do we really have to go out ourselves for some punk kid?"
Zhang Fei Yura grumbled, but I was certain.
Of the berserker-level keyboard warrior skills I'd witnessed late one night a few days ago.
That kind of talent was more than enough for our team's public opinion warfare role.
"When it comes to talent, what does birth matter? Didn't Liu Bei personally hustle to get Zhuge Liang?"
Chaewon followed without a word, but muttered it was just grocery shopping after dropping Haneul off at daycare.
There, we found the "crouching dragon" glued to her phone screen at the counter.
As expected.
In the morning lull with barely any customers, she was fully immersed in the internet world.
I conveyed my lordly intent with all the dignity I could muster.
"Hey... interested in seizing the world?"
She didn't even lift her head at my pitch.
Just pointed to a sign on the counter with her finger.
[No cults, MLMs, "Do you know the way?", solicitors]
Ah, right. Plenty of scammers must've come through already.
Especially a quiet store like this—easy pickings for weirdos.
Her perfect dismissal set off my sworn sister Zhang Fei Yura.
"Fuck! Who does this bitch think we are? Grab her by the hair and drag her?!"
Yura's voice echoed through the store.
The few customers glanced our way.
"Hold yourself, sister! Patience is key for the great cause!"
Guan Yu Chaewon restrained her, whispering low.
"Cause a scene here, and Haneul's mom gets neighborhood gossip as a parent. Let's pull back for now."
Practical advice.
I retreated quietly. First attempt: failure.
As we left, Yura kept grumbling.
"What kind of rude bitch is she? Don't we seem like big shots?"
"She doesn't know who we are yet. We just look like shady weirdos."
Chaewon was right.
It's not like "5 billion asset team" was tattooed on our faces—we were just a suspicious trio.
[Second Visit]
The next day, we returned to the store.
This time, new strategy.
"Brother, skip the vague stuff like yesterday. Get specific."
Following Chaewon's advice, I dangled a real lure.
Money.
The most direct temptation for a 20-year-old part-timer.
This time, flaunting my wealth, I pitched again.
"100,000 won per hour, work from home honey pot gig..."
Considering convenience store pay was around 10k an hour, this was ten times over. Insane offer.
Even a suspicious 20-year-old should bite at that.
At my outrageous proposal, she finally looked up.
Seemed shaken for a sec.
But her face hardened cold again.
Stared at me like a bug and spat.
"Get lost."
Shorter, more curt rejection than yesterday.
Colder, firmer.
That one word set off Zhang Fei Yura again.
"Fuck, seriously! She's getting cocky! Brother, let me shut that bitch's mouth...!"
As Yura stormed toward the counter,
Chaewon grabbed her arm fast.
"Sister, hold it! There's a saying about three tries!"
"Who does three visits in real life! When she's acting like that!"
Yura yelled in fury, but Chaewon held firm.
"Start trouble here, we end up at the station. What if word gets out Haneul's mom got dragged to the cops?"
Concrete warning.
Even Yura had to concede.
Guan Yu Chaewon talked her down again.
To show my sincerity, I vowed to return tomorrow.
Leaving the store, Yura sighed deeply.
"What does a girl who turns down 100k an hour even want?"
"She probably thinks it's a total scam. Kids these days have seen so many cons, they're extra cautious."
Chaewon's analysis checked out.
Among 20-somethings, "Too good to be true gigs are 100% scams" was gospel.
Time to play my last card.
[Third Visit]
The final, third day.
To show my true heart this time, I prepared a small gift.
The priciest canned coffee.
"Brother, this is our last shot."
Chaewon said gravely. Yura was already in give-up mode.
"If it flops, find someone else. Keyboard warriors aren't one-of-a-kind."
But I couldn't quit.
After days of watching, no better candidate existed.
The level of her late-night community flame wars, logical counters, unyielding stubbornness.
Couldn't let talent like that slip.
I handed her the gift and spilled my real intentions.
"Hey. I saw you flaming some dude in the community last night."
Specific reference.
Proof I'd watched her three-hour comment war with that user.
Her eyes flickered faintly.
First reaction ever.
"That talent's wasted rotting here, right?"
I extended my hand.
"Join us and set the internet ablaze. Money beyond your wildest dreams."
No vague "world-seizing" or "high-pay gig"—direct, specific pitch.
Showing I knew her exact skills.
At my earnest offer, she finally spoke.
"...What's your name?"
"Kim Cheolsu."
"Not you guys. My name."
"......?"
"You scouted me without even knowing my name, you moron?"
Mind blanked.
Coming for three days straight, but not knowing her name? How rude.
"...Ah."
She sighed deeply.
Face like These half-assed guys are a first.
Then revealed herself.
"Choi Yang. Twenty."
From behind, Yura muttered softly.
"Huh? Name's more normal than I thought."
Chaewon elbowed her. Quiet time.
I finally had her name and age.
My Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage had succeeded at last.
At least, the conversation ice was broken. Real negotiations could begin.