Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: 86x
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The ramen bowl from lunch was still shoved in the sink.
After Han Yura left, I'd spent hours feeling like I owned the world.
Bathed in the omnipotence of post-nut clarity, I'd run wild fantasies in my head about how the NBLS coin I'd gone all-in on would skyrocket 100x, 200x.
14.62 million won? I'd daydreamed about how I'd tame Yura with that cash, then what coin to pump next—pure delusion, but it killed the time.
That cocky high lasted exactly half a day.
The sun was dipping outside the window, twilight settling in the room.
Suddenly, the clear, cool grip on my brain snapped like a fuse blowing.
The world crashed back to its real colors.
Chaotic, terrifying, my reality where I couldn't see an inch ahead.
The second that awakened post-nut clarity from Yura's tight pussy vanished, my legs started shaking like crazy.
I scrambled to the computer and checked the chart I hadn't glanced at in hours.
[NBLS/KRW: -2.8%] Thank God, no big moves.
But this chart wasn't a land of opportunity anymore.
That perfect lunchtime analysis and theory felt like a distant dream now.
All I saw was a blue candle chewing through my entire fortune.
'I'm insane... I must be insane...'
Terror clamped my heart.
Anonymous dev, ghost community... Stuff I'd seen as proof of a hidden gem at lunch now screamed scam.
Cut losses? Time to bail near break-even? Or sell at a tiny profit if it bounces? Pants off?
My head flooded with pessimistic options.
My genius analysis gone, back to the old dirt-poor coin noob loser.
I gripped the mouse with trembling hands.
My finger spasmed over the 'market sell' button.
'Yeah, dump it now. That's the move...'
The instant I went to click and abandon everything.
'Ding.'
The smartphone buzzed on the desk. I jumped, shoulders jerking.
The name on screen: Han Yura.
[Han Yura: Class over. Hungry. What's for dinner?]
Her casual, everyday text felt like a lifeline from heaven.
Yes, there was a fix.
The only way out of this suffocating fear and anxiety.
I lost my mind. Market terror twisted into rude, desperate demands for her.
I hammered the keyboard like a maniac.
[Me: Class done? Then hurry over and give me pussy]
Sent. Regret hit in under a second.
'Fuck, too far.' But water under the bridge.
Sure enough, her reply iced me out.
[Han Yura: You lost your fucking mind? One time and you think I'm easy?]
Her rage pierced the screen.
But I couldn't back down.
Blood was draining from my account right now. I fired off excuses desperately.
[Me: Nah, not that. Hurry up, it's fucking urgent]
Please, please see my desperation, see through the bullshit to the truth.
Shake, shake.
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
Left monitor: blue candle mocking my life savings.
Right phone: her profile pic staring blankly.
Every minute, every second was hell.
Then.
'Ding.'
[Han Yura: Go negative and I'll fucking kill you. Wait 30 min.]
She's coming! I nearly cheered.
But '30 min' tanked my heart again.
30 minutes? This chart could nuke in 3!
I typed frantically, almost barking orders.
[Me: Take a cab, you crazy bitch! It's fucking urgent!]
[Han Yura: You paying cab fare?]
Classic her, sharp as a knife. But no issue now.
[Me: Yeah]
No hesitation.
20-30k cab fare was pocket change vs. my vanishing balance.
[Han Yura: OK]
Short approval. I finally exhaled.
The 15 minutes for her cab ride: a torture chamber for time and sanity.
One minute felt like an hour, my heart ping-ponging hell to heaven per second.
Blue candles teetered, ready to liquidate me any second.
I wanted to kill the monitor but couldn't.
'Ding-dong-'
Doorbell. I sprang up and flung the door open.
There stood Han Yura, pissed expression as always.
No time for her attitude.
Her presence, her body—my only salvation.
I grabbed her slim wrist without warning.
"Hey, what the fu—!"
No chance to fight. I dragged her inside and slammed her on the bed.
Yanked her pants and panties to her knees.
Pinned her kicking legs over my shoulders, unzipped, whipped out my dick, and shoved in raw.
"Fuck, you psycho, no condom!"
She yelled in shock. Too late.
I ignored her struggles, thrusting desperately, growling.
"I'll pull out! Shut up and give me pussy!"
"Fucking insane bastard!"
Her curses rang in my ears, but I couldn't stop.
My head was full of terror at my blue-tinted account balance on the monitor.
Quick, flip the switch in one second flat.
I couldn't stop.
My head was full of terror at my blue-tinted account balance on the monitor.
Quick, flip the switch in one second flat.
"Squish, squish—"
Raw pussy felt like heaven compared to condom-fucked handjobs, gripping my whole shaft.
Dry, tight walls that hadn't lubed up yet stimulated me harder.
As I pounded wildly, Yura glared with pure irritation and disgust.
"Fuck... so annoying... Cum inside and you're dead."
She growled, pain and anger mixed.
I panted out a reply.
"Huff... huff... Y-yeah... got it..." "Fuck."
In her cursing, something clicked.
She was hurting, pissed, but not panicked or terrified.
Weirdly... familiar with this shit.
"...Hey, why do you look so used to getting forced?"
My blunt question flickered her eyes for a split second.
She dodged my gaze, replied resignedly.
"Handjobs turned into this a few times."
"......"
My thrusting froze solid.
Her deadpan confession hammered my skull.
Her prickliness, money obsession—suddenly made sense in a dark way.
I blurted a dumb apology.
"Ah.... sorry...."
"Bullshit. Force me then pretend to care now?"
She snapped back sharp.
Her words stabbed my chest.
I was forcing her right now. No different from those past assholes.
"No, this is really urgent, that's why...."
My excuse sounded pathetic even to me.
She didn't curse or blame more.
Avoiding my eyes, she muttered emptily, like to herself.
"Whatever, all guys are the same...."
Deep resignation in her voice.
I had no words. My hips stopped reflexively. She paused, then pierced my heart.
"Still, thought you were a decent guy, so it stings a bit."
"......"
'Stings.'
That word blanked my mind.
I stopped moving on her completely.
Forgot what we were even doing.
Sexual frenzy and account fear gone, sticky guilt engulfed me.
Frozen stiff, her voice came from below, edged with sharp anxiety now.
"What? Why stop? You didn't... cum inside, did you?"
Her worry wasn't for my feelings.
Purely practical: if I'd broken our deal and creampied.
"No. Fuck, how can I keep going after that?"
I croaked, crushed by guilt.
Realizing I'd hurt her—how could I continue? My half-assed conscience screaming.
But she dismissed it like trash, scoffing.
"Quit the crap, idiot. I'm here to give pussy, right?"
"...Huh?"
I dumbed out.
Stings but still giving? What?
Reading my confusion, she sighed deep.
"Just startled, not rape. Hurry up and cum, moron."
Her last line nuked my guilt.
Not rape. She drew the line: her choice.
Stung, but honoring consent—her brutal pragmatism.
I stared blankly down at her.
Incomprehensible girl.
But grateful too.
She'd cleared my pathetic guilt path.
With her weird absolution, I started thrusting slow again.
Not desperate rough now.
Mechanical, guilt-free, no special affection—just toward the goal.
"Squish, squish..."
But our bodies betrayed our minds.
True to her word 'gets wet easy,' her pussy loosened from dry to slick with juices.
My bare dick gliding her walls smooth, her hot rhythmic breaths escaped toward the ceiling.
...Different from condom sex. Thought slipped out.
"You're feeling my dick right now, huh?"
She met my crude question straight, curt.
"Wouldn't you? Dick stirring my pussy?"
"No, I mean... you weren't turned on before."
I pointed out the clear difference. She paused, then dropped a bomb casually.
"Condoms? Can't feel shit."
Deadpan. I chewed it over, grinned.
Pieces clicked. I double-checked vulgarly.
"So... raw pounding makes your pussy super happy?"
She glared a beat, then shrugged it off short.
"Yeah."
Han Yura's yes.
That snapped my last rational thread.
Her feeling it now, this raw fuck pleasuring her too—ignited me.
Riding the high, I demanded more.
"Then moan a bit? Like ahh ahh?"
Cheapest porn fantasy straight out.
Her face soured instantly.
"Fuck, you think I'm JAV? Most moaning's fake acting."
She treated me like subhuman, schooling me cold even now.
But I was half-mad already.
"I know, but... still no?"
My pathetic begging got a deep sigh.
Her eyes screamed 'why this loser?' self-loathing.
"Fuck... seriously..."
She clenched her teeth like steeling for something.
Then, flattest, most textbook recitation tone ever.
"...Ah... aah... ahh... aaang....."
Not moans—word salad.
Her pitiful acting killed my raging lust.
"Yeah, acting's not your thing."
Honest critique. Her face flushed rage and shame red.
"Fuck... you asked! Whatever, cum already!"
She barked.
I chuckled at the awkward comedy, final demand.
"Squeeze your pussy."
No words needed. She shut her eyes tight, tensed her core, clamped my dick hard.
"Ngh..."
Not handjob level, but blatant, stimulating pressure.
I matched it, pounding hard again.
She seemed to love it, hand sliding down to rub her clit.
First time moving for her own pleasure. Stronger aphrodisiac than anything.
I lost it, thrusting wilder.
"Huff... huff... Hey... gonna cum soon...."
Edge hit quick, I gasped.
She ignored, panting harder, urging.
"Little more... I'm close too...."
"Fuck... about to blow..."
"Just a bit... more... ngh..."
Short real moans now, uncontained. I was losing my mind.
"Huff, huff, fuck it, cumming inside!"
"No... don't... inside..."
"Fuck, no inside, no pull out! What?!"
My scream got her final squeeze.
"Just... a bit... more...... haa...!"
Crazy bitch, fuck.....
Holding back explosion, pounding—her orgasm hit, walls convulsing, milking me fierce.
That unimaginable grip snapped me. I unloaded deep inside her.
"Grk...!"
Ecstasy crashed; I collapsed on her, heaving.
She shuddered shoulders, catching breath.
Sweat, spit, cum mixed in post-sex silence.
Then...
"Thwack!"
Dull thud, stars exploded in my skull.
Snapped to: her fist to my head.
Pissed face, she raged.
"Said no inside, you dog!"
"You said don't pull out, you bitch......"
I clutched my head, whining back unfairly.