Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: The 14.62 Million Won Project
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Well, that fucking bitch's shitty personality wasn't anything new...
I decided to accept it all. The 14.62 million won slave contract.
If this insane gamble failed, my balls and my entire life would blow up along with it. But I'd already climbed aboard. No getting off now.
For starters, I headed out of my studio apartment to buy some condoms.
'Whew...'
Stepping out of the room I'd been holed up in for so long, the muggy outdoor air stabbed into my lungs.
My mind was a whirlwind the whole way down the rickety hallway and stairs.
The excuse I'd given Yura earlier wasn't some half-assed lie—it was the truth.
After getting a handjob from her and blowing my load nice and clean, that Post-Nut Clarity would last a solid hour. But with my own hand? Barely 10 to 15 minutes, tops.
Once that time ran out, random thoughts would flood in, and the charts turned into an indecipherable parade of noise.
Last night's grind proved it.
I'd jerked my dick raw, flicking the switch on and off until the skin peeled, and barely scraped together 300,000 won.
But if Yura did it herself?
One hour.
A full, stable hour of Post-Nut Clarity.
It was an ultimate move with overwhelming efficiency compared to those 10-minute short buffs.
I pushed open the convenience store door.
The cheerful bell went ding-dong, followed by the part-timer's obligatory greeting.
I made a beeline for the condom aisle.
Normally, I'd hesitate, all self-conscious, but not today.
This wasn't just some sex toy.
It was the most crucial safety net for the success of my 14.62 million won project.
I grabbed the most straightforward box without a second thought.
Throat parched for no reason, I snagged a cold canned coffee too and headed to the register.
"2,500 won."
The part-timer's indifferent voice.
As I swiped my card, I thought, 'This 2,500-won rubber might be worth more than my entire fortune right now.'
My footsteps back to the apartment felt incomparably heavier than on the way out.
In the flimsy plastic bag, it wasn't just a condom—it held my future, my balls, and the weight of 14.62 million won.
I stood in front of my beat-up studio door.
Inside waited Han Yura—the boss of this whole deal and the only switch for my talent.
I grinned and headed home with strangely lighter steps.
But when I opened the door, the sight froze me in place for a moment.
Yura was already lying in my bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin.
'What the...?' Glancing down, I saw her black hoodie, jeans, and simple underwear tossed haphazardly on the floor by the bed.
I chuckled and called out to her unmoving form under the covers.
"What's this, getting all shy for once?"
A muffled, pissed-off voice shot back from under the blanket.
"Shut up and bust a nut quick so you can grow my money, you fucking mutt."
That damn bitch fit of hers... I clicked my tongue and stripped off my clothes without hesitation.
Embarrassed? Awkward? This was my first time fucking Yura, but after more than twenty handjobs, baring my dick in front of her—what was there to be shy about now?
Stark naked, I climbed onto the bed with the condom box from the store.
Playfully, I yanked the blanket off.
There lay Yura's perfectly sculpted nude body.
"Damn, your body's fucking killer."
My honest admiration didn't faze her one bit.
Staring at the ceiling, she replied indifferently.
"Quit gawking and get to it. No time."
Her voice carried zero emotion.
It was pure business, like a factory foreman barking orders for the next step.
I smirked and ripped open the condom wrapper with my teeth.
I rolled it on like a pro and climbed over her.
Shampoo scent mixed with her skin's cool, crisp aroma hit me hard.
Yura stayed stock-still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, total detachment—like none of this involved her.
I propped one arm beside her face and gently lifted her chin to make her look at me.
"Alright then... shall we kick off the 14.62 million won project?"
She glanced at me with annoyed eyes, then mouthed a tiny curse.
'Bullshit.'
I grinned at that and pressed my lips to her plump ones.
But she turned her head away like she'd been waiting for it.
"Your mouth stinks like shit. No kissing."
Her brutal jab made me laugh awkwardly as I tossed out another offer.
"Hmm, how about I eat you out?"
"Nah, just stick it in."
Her answer was firm. Mischief struck, so I teased her.
"You won't cry and whine that it hurts?"
"With your size? Bullshit. Just shove it in. I get wet easy anyway, so it's fine."
She dissed my dick size while casually spilling her body's quirks, all in pursuit of efficiency.
No more stalling.
"Okay."
I thrust my hips forward.
Through the condom, I felt her warm heat, a slight barrier from the latex, and a subtle squeeze from deep inside gripping my shaft.
"Whoa, your pussy grips like a vice."
"What, gonna cum already? Fucking premature asshole."
"Nah, not that quick."
Squeak, squeak. The mattress creaked as I rocked my hips steadily.
True to her word, Yura didn't moan—instead, she breathed hotter breaths from parted lips, avoiding my eyes.
Honestly, back when I was a virgin, I had fantasies about pussy.
But after blowing all my cash on Love Hotel pros to lose it, and hitting them up every leave from the army... nah.
Pussy's pussy. All the same.
Well, Yura's was extra chewy, clinging tight...
But no bells ringing on the tip like in some degenerate porn or smut.
I already knew that shit wasn't real.
Still, the scene unfolding before me was on another level.
Her decent-sized tits jiggling enticingly with my thrusts despite her slim frame.
Every time I pounded deeper and harder, unable to hold back, she'd bite her lip and hiss, "Ngh... fuck... easy, you mutt... too hard hurts."
That goddamn pretty face of hers.
And.
My cock sliding in and out of her flawless, pale natural white pussy—its lewd flesh splayed obscenely.
Just like she said it was fine to go straight in, her juices already soaked and glistening on her smooth, hairless skin.
With each thrust, her tight pink entrance reluctantly parted to take me, flashing crimson inner walls.
Squelch, squelch. As I buried deep, soft folds swallowed me whole.
On the pull-out, they clung greedily from inside, reluctant to let go.
This raw, brutally real sight.
Nothing like jerking to a single photo of Yura last night.
The line between reason and instinct in my head crumbled.
Cold analysis vanished—only primal pleasure from the view dominated me.
My hips weren't working anymore.
Pure instinct drove them, like a beast probing deeper.
"Hah, fuck... I'm gonna cum!"
I couldn't hold out long, gasping the warning as orgasm surged.
Yura, still cool as ice, shot me a pitiful look and snapped back.
"Do it then. Fucking fast, you premature prick."
Her insult fueled my last shred of pride—I spat back desperately.
"All talk from a crybaby like you..."
Before I finished, I lost it and unloaded inside her.
The hot load swelling the condom felt vivid.
All tension drained; I collapsed onto her.
Squishing her soft tits—misfitting her slim build—I buried my face in her shoulder, panting raggedly.
A brief silence.
No romantic afterglow. Her irritation drilled into my ear.
"Ugh... fuck, you're heavy, you pig. Move."
She shoved my chest, grumbling. I whined, unwilling to budge.
"Just a bit longer. Shit, been grinding since yesterday... I'm beat..."
She paused her pushing, pondering my bitching.
Then, in a dead-serious, academic tone:
"Hey... but with your hand, you hold out forever, yet fucking you cum super quick? Isn't it the opposite for most guys?"
She looked less like my fuck buddy and more like a researcher studying some weird creature.
Leaning on her, I grumbled back.
"What can I do? Your pussy's too damn chewy."
Reluctantly, I peeled off her slowly.
Pulling back, the loose condom dangled mockingly from her tight pussy as my dick slipped free.
That sight sparked a genius idea in my dumb head.
Eyes full of hope, I pitched a new "service."
"Hey, cleanup blowjob available?"
Instead of answering, she stared blankly.
Then slowly—ever so slowly—flipped me off with her middle finger.
I chuckled at her rigid bird.
Message received loud and clear.
"Fucking bitch, so goddamn prissy..."
Muttering, I leaned down, pinched the condom's end with two fingers still precariously lodged in her pussy, and yanked.
The thin rubber stretched with a wet squelch, then snapped taut.
A hefty load of white cum made it swing heavy from my fingertips.
"Whoa, that's a ton..."
I blurted in awe.
After last night's abuse, I figured I was tapped out. But this much? Her pussy felt that good?
I tilted my head, tied off the end tight, and chucked it into the corner trash.
Ripping off toilet paper, I wiped my dick roughly and handed her the rest.
She took it silently and meticulously cleaned between her legs, just like me.
In this utterly mundane cleanup, her gaze met mine.
"There. Now go make money."
No trace of afterglow in her voice. Pure business partner.
Irked, I snapped back.
"Crazy money whore?"
"Would I be doing this if it wasn't for the cash? Quit your 'head's fuzzy' bullshit and start already."
She shut down my excuses cold. No retort left.
"Fiiine... fiiine..."
Grumbling, I plopped at the computer and gripped the mouse.
About to trade, my stomach growled.
Glancing back at Yura on the bed's edge:
"Hey, I'm hungry. Boil some ramen at least."
"Fuck off and die, asshole."
"You gotta eat too anyway."
My logical push made her glare.
Then, with the face of someone forced into their least favorite chore, she sighed deeply and stood.
Bottomless in just her top, she shuffled to the tiny kitchenette.
"Where's the ramen?"
"Check the sink cabinet."
I replied casually, eyes on the monitor.
Behind me, pot clanks and boiling water sounds.
Her shampoo mixed with ramen scent in the air.
And my mind? Clearer and colder than ever.
One hour of Post-Nut Clarity.
Every minute, every second was money now.
Fully focused, I dove into chart analysis for my first trade.