Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Lying Dragon Teacher, True Keyboard Warrior
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With that one remark from her, I finally managed to button up the first step of this conversation properly.
I leaned against the counter.
And, staring straight into her eyes brimming with contempt and suspicion, I said,
"Choi Yang."
I called her name softly.
"I'm here looking for you for a reason completely different from those two."
I gestured toward Yura and Chaewon standing behind me.
At my words, the faintest crease formed between Choi Yang's brows.
I laid out our relationships with brutal honesty.
"Honestly, that prickly girl? I only met her out of 'necessity.' Our thing started in the academy building's emergency stairs—fifty thousand won for a quick handjob to drain the load."
Choi Yang's eyes widened slightly. It must have been an unexpectedly raw confession.
I continued with Chaewon's story.
"The blonde tattoo girl? Same deal. A 'paid girl' introduced by the prickly one. She needed money, I provided it. That's how it all began—pure transactions."
Choi Yang glanced back at Yura and Chaewon.
The two wore slightly embarrassed expressions but didn't deny it.
It was the truth, after all.
I paused for a moment. Then I said what I really wanted to tell her.
"But you're different."
I looked straight into her eyes as I spoke.
"I'm not interested in your body. Sure, it's tempting."
I smirked and added,
"What I saw in you was that 'talent' of yours."
I recalled her ferocious display during the keyboard battle.
"An overwhelming talent as a keyboard warrior that no one else could imitate. That rock-solid mentality ignoring others' gazes. And that innate ability to crush opponents not with logic, but with raw emotion—pure shitposting mastery."
Choi Yang's expression shifted subtly.
For the first time, she seemed to be listening seriously.
I made my real proposal.
"I want to buy that talent of yours with money."
Yura muttered softly from behind.
"Wow, he's really straightforward."
Chaewon quietly shushed Yura.
This was a crucial moment—no interruptions allowed.
I wanted to buy her innate talent with money.
But Choi Yang, a twenty-year-old cynic skeptical of everything, didn't bat an eye at my offer.
She still eyed me like a scamming salesman hawking dubious wares and asked,
"So, my job is... shitposting around communities?"
"Yeah."
"Nothing else?"
It was a sharp question.
I decided to reveal every detail of our 'business' with complete honesty.
"That's just part of it."
I took a step closer to her.
"All my trading only works in a very specific mental state called 'Post-Nut Clarity.' And to achieve that state..."
I paused. Then gave her the choice.
"All our profits are distributed only to partners who participate in the 'sexual duties' that create this Post-Nut Clarity."
I stared right into her eyes as I said it.
Choi Yang's expression shifted subtly again.
"But this part isn't mandatory—it's your voluntary choice."
I made my final offer.
"Sex? Don't want to? Then don't."
I shrugged.
But inwardly, I was imagining her body.
A fresh twenty-year-old figure, sharp eyes peeking through her glasses, the untouched feel of a virgin.
"In exchange, no share of the tens or hundreds of billions we reap. Just five million won a month for your 'shitposting' talent. That's the deal."
I laid it all out for her.
Now the choice was hers. Stay a mere 'employee'?
Or take on all the risks and become a true 'partner' touching real money with us?
Yura muttered softly from behind.
"Wow, he's spilling everything."
Even Chaewon looked a bit shocked. She hadn't expected this level of candor.
Choi Yang stared at me blankly for a moment at my absurd proposal.
There was no emotion in her eyes.
It was a nonchalant reaction, like she'd heard plenty of weird pitches before.
"Hmm..."
She opened her mouth as if it were a huge bother.
She'd probably seen all kinds of oddballs working at the convenience store.
"Post-Nut Clarity? No idea what bullshit that is."
She tapped the counter with her finger.
Her face screamed total disbelief.
"Anyway, you're offering five million a month? For shitposting."
A pragmatic approach. Cutting through the fluff to the core.
'She doesn't buy it, huh?'
I thought to myself.
Of course. No matter how you sliced it, my explanation sounded insane.
Making money through investments? Sure. But needing a special mental state? Pure fantasy to anyone.
I nodded silently.
"Yeah. Five million. The rest... you'll see for yourself once you experience it."
At my response, Choi Yang let out a deep sigh.
A convenience store gig paid about 1.2 million a month. Five million was tempting enough.
Even if it was a scam, worth a shot.
"Hmm... I don't trust you at all... but I'll give it a go."
Resignation laced her voice.
She clearly wasn't thrilled with her current life.
And so, my contract with my third partner—or first 'employee'—was sealed in this bizarre way.
Yura muttered softly from behind.
"Huh? She went for it easier than expected?"
Chaewon nodded.
"Young kids are pragmatic. If there's money, they jump in."
But I knew the real challenge was just beginning.
Whether she'd accept our true 'duties' was the key.
The next morning.
After dropping off Haneul at daycare and returning, I enjoyed both Chaewon and the still-sleepy Yura at once, flipping the switch on my first Post-Nut Clarity of the day.
It was a perfect morning.
Right then, the doorbell rang.
Perfect timing—our new 'secret weapon' had arrived.
Chaewon opened the door to reveal Choi Yang, short bob haircut and glasses.
Unlike yesterday at the store, she was in casual clothes.
Black hoodie, jeans, worn sneakers.
Typical twenty-something college student look.
The moment she stepped inside, she coolly pulled out her phone.
And fired off a short text to the convenience store manager.
[Quitting as of today. Please settle my pay.]
In just ten seconds, she made herself 'unemployed.'
No hesitation whatsoever.
Like quitting a convenience store job was no big deal anytime.
Then she looked up and took in the house for the first time.
Market value: 1.25 billion won.
With the furniture we picked and top-tier appliances, over 1.3 billion total—this luxurious mansion filled her view.
King-size sofa in the vast living room, marble dining table, 75-inch TV, oak stairs to the second floor.
To a twenty-year-old scraping by on night shifts, it was another world.
Facing this overwhelming reality, a tiny crack appeared in Choi Yang's face, usually filled with worldly cynicism and complaints.
A faint glimmer of 'maybe this madman's for real' belief flickered in her eyes.
I threw on some clothes and approached her.
In Post-Nut Clarity state, to test her true skills, I said,
"Welcome, Choi Yang. Before we dive into operations,"
I grinned.
"Shall we take a look at that 'talent' first?"
I led her up to the second-floor 'war room.'
Watching her climb the stairs, her frame seemed smaller than expected.
Under 160 cm, slim build, narrow shoulders making her look even tinier.
The black hoodie swallowed her up further.
The war room was fully revamped with profits from our mini bull run.
Three large monitors side by side, latest gaming chair and desk, bookshelf packed with investment books.
A pro trader's setup.
Choi Yang's eyes widened the moment she entered.
To someone who'd only done convenience store gigs, it was alien territory.
"Wow..."
A short exclamation escaped her lips.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity behind the glasses.
I sat her in the chair next to mine.
In the gaming chair, she looked even smaller.
Her feet didn't touch the floor—dangling in mid-air.
I pulled up a kimchi premium site with real-time chat.
The chat window overflowed with investors' desires, despair, and hopes in chaotic frenzy.
"Will this go up?"
"Fucked... ate another loss."
"What the hell is the dev team doing?"
"hodl hodl hodl"
Choi Yang stared intently, pushing her glasses up.
A habit when focusing, it seemed.
Her bare face was surprisingly neat.
A youthful twenty-year-old without makeup, but her eyes were sharp.
I pointed to a random dead shitcoin no one cared about.
Market cap around 5 billion won—completely lifeless.
And gave her the first test.
"Pretend this coin's gonna moon for no reason. Stir some shit."
At my words, Choi Yang looked at me in confusion.
Her eyes behind the glasses suddenly anxious.
"I... don't know anything about coins?"
Her voice was smaller than usual.
Gone was the convenience store confidence—just a shy college girl.
I grinned at her innocent question.
"No worries. Over 90% buy without knowing shit about what they're investing in anyway."
"Wow... isn't that just throwing money in the trash?"
"Yep. Grateful idiots. Lets us pick up their scraps."
"Ahhh...."
A sound of realization from Choi Yang.
Her pure pupils trembled confronting capitalism's ugly face.
Her gaze sharpened visibly behind the glasses.
I gave the final order.
"Alright, go."
In Post-Nut Clarity, I coldly assessed her skill level.
At my 'start' command, Choi Yang suddenly raised her hand.
"Wait, before we begin... pay is upfront, right?"
"Huh?"
I blanked. Unexpected demand.
"Gotta show some trust to get the work started."
She pushed up her glasses, voice firm like at the store again.
'Wow... ballsy as hell.'
I liked it.
Innocent exterior, but calculating inside.
Perfect for a keyboard warrior.
"Five million now?"
"Yes. If I suck, fire me. I'll return it then."
Logical.
And gutsy.
Demanding that from a stranger? Impressive.
Post-Nut Clarity math: Five million was pocket change for us.
And this confidence meant she'd shitpost without flinching.
"Deal."
I pulled out my phone and transferred it.
Notification: Five million in her account.
Her eyes widened briefly. Didn't expect me to actually pay.
"Now, shall we start?"
Her gaze locked on the monitor from me, and the 'shitposting' began.