Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: The Corporation, and Full-Time Employee Choi Yang
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Somehow, it felt like just as I'd discovered my Post-Nut Clarity talent, Choi Yang had blossomed into her own brilliant gift for "shit-stirring" purely by chance.
The talent I'd witnessed in her during this operation felt like a superpower on par with my Post-Nut Clarity—something truly extraordinary.
Creating the perfect persona of crypto_newbie123,
reading the retail investors' psychology to perfection and steering them exactly where she wanted...
It went far beyond mere keyboard brawling. She wielded advanced techniques like mass psychological manipulation, opinion shaping, and building credibility, all with intuitive mastery.
It was too refined and systematic to chalk up to just picking it up naturally amid school violence scandals and online flame wars.
It was like how I turned into an investment genius after sex—Choi Yang transformed into a master opinion manipulator the moment she sat down at a keyboard.
Could this be some kind of special ability?
If my Post-Nut Clarity converted sexual energy into investment intuition, then Choi Yang's shit-stirring talent seemed to transmute anger and resentment into flawless strategic thinking.
Both were special somethings you could never acquire through normal learning.
Find a gem like this and just leave it be?
Heh heh...
No matter how far from Post-Nut Clarity I was, I wasn't that clueless.
"Choi Yang."
I slowly set down my coffee cup and spoke. The porcelain clinked sharply against the table.
"Yeah?"
She tilted her head slightly in response. But her eyes were already brimming with wariness.
"You're on a monthly 5 million won contract without even a proper employment agreement, right?"
I opened with a meaningful smile, and Choi Yang's whole demeanor shifted in an instant.
Her narrowed eyes glared at me sharply, like a seasoned office worker spotting a sleazy boss trying to dodge overtime pay.
Was she really just 20?
Her worldly gaze made me doubt if this girl was truly barely out of her teens.
Back when I was 20, before enlisting, I'd have panicked in a spot like this. But Choi Yang had already read my intentions and was on the defensive.
What the hell had made this kid so cynical about everything...?
"Boss, you aren't thinking of cutting my pay, are you?"
Choi Yang asked in a cold voice. One corner of her mouth curled up in a sneer.
Her gaze, cradling the coffee cup in both hands, was far from the innocence of a 20-year-old.
It was the suspicious, analytical stare of someone who'd been through years of office politics.
"I'm curious what excuse you'll trot out this time."
She crossed her arms, fully in guard mode.
Leaning back against the chair, she eyed me like a battle-hardened negotiator across the table.
"Nah, it's not that. Remember how I said we're setting up an investment firm? How about getting a real job for once?"
"A real job?"
Choi Yang blinked in surprise, her wary expression softening with a flicker of curiosity.
"Not this side-gig bullshit where we don't even withhold the 3.3% tax. I'm talking proper employment."
I said it with a straight face.
Choi Yang's shit-stirring prowess only truly shone when she was with me.
That overwhelming opinion manipulation she'd shown in the Helios Coin op,
her skill at reading retail investors' minds and herding them where we wanted...
It was a waste to keep someone with that kind of talent on as a gig worker without even a contract.
And honestly, I needed her overwhelming shit-stirring power too.
Sex? Investment partner?
Nah, talent like this? You chain the bitch like a dog and work her to the bone.
"You mean hire me on as a full-time employee?"
Choi Yang's eyes sparkled as she asked. For a brief moment, a pure, 20-year-old curiosity lit up her face.
But she quickly reverted to her cynical smirk and added,
"What are the terms?"
"Choi Yang, what's your own estimate of your worth?"
"Hm..."
She seemed to ponder for a second, then let out a deep sigh before speaking.
"Well... failed idol, high school grad, no special certifications..."
There was a self-deprecating edge to her voice.
"How much market value do you think a 20-year-old girl who's only good at keyboard fights has?"
She gave a mocking laugh and continued.
"Probably less than a convenience store clerk. At least those are honest gigs."
"The fact that I can even make money off my shit-stirring... If it weren't for you, boss, I'd just be some loser leaving hate comments online for life."
She shrugged nonchalantly.
"So my value... hmm, about a million won a month? And that's only 'cause you're overlooking stuff."
"No, hold up. I'm already paying you 5 million."
Her ridiculously low self-assessment left me dumbfounded, and she flashed a cheeky grin.
"Yeah, that's 'cause you're a sucker, boss."
She said it with a sly, smug smile.
I was floored.
One second she's tearing herself down completely, the next she's calling me a sucker. The 180 was unreal.
"A sucker?"
I shot back, incredulous.
"Yep. Paying 5 million for comment-shilling? Total sucker move."
Choi Yang explained matter-of-factly.
"And honestly, paying someone like me at all is pretty sucky."
Her utter self-deprecation revealed a realism and cynicism way beyond her 20 years.
"Plus, assuming your skills are legit and I had 'em... I wouldn't be sharing the profits with sisters like you do."
She lowered the hand propping her chin onto the table. Her eyes sharpened again.
It was brutally pragmatic for a 20-year-old.
She meant if she had my skills, she'd hog it all solo.
Cold logic, and not entirely wrong.
Splitting profits with Yura and Chaewon might not even be rational.
But Choi Yang didn't grasp the core of my ability.
"Nah, that's not it. To enter Post-Nut Clarity, I need Yura and Chaewon."
I replied with a relaxed chuckle.
Her eyes widened briefly, then shifted to that 'this guy's clueless' look.
Like a kid eyeing a naive adult.
A 20-year-old giving a 23-year-old that stare felt kinda weird.
"Boss."
Choi Yang called me suddenly, dead serious.
"Yeah?"
"If money's what girls see on your face, they'd line up to give it to you. Hell, even I'm tempted to seduce you and cash in."
I nearly choked on my coffee at her words.
What the hell was this kid saying now?
A 20-year-old girl being so blunt threw me off.
And her half-joking, half-serious expression made it worse.
She was still propping her chin, watching me with eyes that held some subtle calculation.
"Anyway, so... second job plus employee. 6 million a month, how's that?"
She wrapped it up like a deal closer.
6 million? Honestly, considering my finances, future earnings, and how essential her community control was, it felt like a steal.
The shit-stirring she'd unleashed in the Helios Coin op was priceless.
That skill at reading retail psych and directing it at will...
You couldn't buy talent like that for 6 million a month.
And as our investment scale grew, opinion warfare would only get more critical.
"Sure, why not. But you sure you're good with that? After taxes, it's barely more than now."
I asked out of genuine concern.
But her reaction wasn't what I expected.
"C'mon, boss. Performance bonuses too, obviously. 6 mil net, after taxes. Don't be such a noob."
She sighed, eyeing me like a naive rookie boss.
A 20-year-old calling me a noob.
The funny part? She wasn't wrong.
I really was an amateur at this employment stuff.
Suddenly, doubts flooded my mind.
Could I really set up a corporation and run it properly?
From incorporation procedures to tax filings, employee management, four insurances...
Just thinking about it gave me a headache.
I'd only ever invested solo; never managed a company.
Same for Yura and Chaewon. We were all green 23-year-olds. Could we pull off a real business?
Managing someone like Choi Yang already seemed daunting.
20 years old, but way more pragmatic and calculating than me...
Ah, fuck...
These thoughts were tanking my confidence fast.
Post-Nut Clarity drought hitting hard.
My 23-year-old legs were shaking on their own...
Like a junkie jonesing, I blurted it out to Choi Yang.
"Anyway, we're good on this, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's head up."
"Huh? Where?"
"Where else? Bed. Gotta check what makes an idol virgin different from those sluts."
"........."
Choi Yang stared at me silently. No shock or disgust in her eyes.
"What're you staring at? You said second job."
"Boss."
"Yeah?"
"I'm not lying, seriously."
"Yeah."
"Your face is my type too."
"Me?"
"Yeah, but..."
"But?"
"I'm... on my period."
.............Fucking hell.
A dark night with clouds blotting the sky, deep into the wee hours—I'd crossed paths by chance with my "master."
My life's mentor, face hidden behind a glossy mask.
Since meeting him, my "perversion power" had been evolving...
But even so, periods were a line I hadn't crossed.
No matter how much Master preached "true awakening comes from shattering taboos."
Sigh, but...
Were Yura and Chaewon growing strawberries or what? Why weren't they back yet?
I was dying for Post-Nut Clarity...
My body itched all over.
I couldn't make clear judgments in this state.
Corporation setup? All annoying bullshit. I just wanted to dive into Post-Nut Clarity and clear my head.
Why were both gone right now?
I glanced back at Choi Yang, full of regret.
She sat quietly, watching my reaction.
"So... how long?"
I finally asked cautiously.
"Started today."
She answered flatly.
"Ah, fuck..."
I sighed deeply and clutched my head.
Started today meant at least three days' wait.
Assuming she was the clean type who finished quick.
My Post-Nut Clarity thirst intensified. Body crawling, head foggy.
Just jerk off?
But solo only lasts 10-15 minutes.
Not enough to sort out complex shit like corporation setup.
And with Choi Yang right there, no way I could say, "Hang on, gonna go beat it real quick."
Back in my 6-pyeong studio days, getting handies from Yura in a rundown academy bathroom? Sure.
Not now.
Those were rock-bottom times.
No money, no pride, survival mode only.
I'd straight-up tell a stranger like Yura "jerk me off" in the bathroom stall, no shame.
But now? 13.8 billion in assets, investment firm boss title...
Had to keep some minimum face.
Especially in front of a new employee.
No matter how crude my mouth got, I couldn't live like before anymore.