Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Track Record
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I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds and sensations my two women were creating, preparing myself for the divine time that was about to come.
I pulled the two women up from where they had been teasing me in my mouth.
Then, I laid them side by side on the massive CEO's desk, which served as my throne.
Their bodies shivered at the touch of the cold, hard solid wood.
I dove first into the familiar space between Han Yura's legs.
Yura's skin was elastic and smooth, the result of consistent care.
Her full, soft breasts felt exquisite in my hands.
As I slid inside her, a skillful, deliberate tightness—like well-trained muscles—greeted me.
In sync with my movements, her pussy clenched and released with precision, knowing exactly how to drive me wild. It was like a masterfully crafted luxury item.
I savored her expertise for a moment before pulling out and turning to Choi Yang lying beside her.
A completely different sensation washed over my entire body.
Choi Yang's skin was so soft and youthful, still carrying a faint downy fuzz.
Her small breasts barely fit in my hand, but their firmness offered a fresh allure unlike Yura's ripe fullness.
As I pushed myself back inside her, a scream-like moan erupted.
"Ahhhk!"
Along with a tearing pain, her untouched inner walls gripped me with raw, uncontrollable pressure, as if trying to crush me.
Countless ridges roughly scraped every nerve—a primal, unfiltered pleasure.
I began exploring two different pleasures, two different worlds.
The technical ecstasy from Han Yura's expertly tamed masterpiece,
and the primal conquest from Choi Yang's uncharted territory.
Smooth, silky skin versus soft, downy youthfulness.
Overflowing abundance versus small, firm peaks.
Seasoned clenching that drove me insane versus blind, devouring pressure.
These two contrasting sensations surged through me to my brain, creating a complex yet perfect synergy.
How much time passed? In the midst of mind-shattering peak pleasure, I finally released everything, reaching climax.
And then, a transcendent awakening arrived.
Post-Nut Clarity felt like I had become the 'flow' itself.
All the world's information felt like part of my neural network.
I slowly opened my eyes.
The HTS screen on the desk was no longer a jumble of numbers and graphs.
It was a living, breathing ecosystem.
Thousands of stocks writhed, each emitting light representing their desires and fears.
Majestic giants like 'Hyunseong Electronics' glowing with stable blue,
promising juveniles like 'Silla Biotech,' harboring powerful life force ready to burst,
and dazzling stars with black voids at their cores, doomed to fade.
I no longer 'analyzed' charts.
I simply 'understood' all causal relationships.
8:59:50 AM.
I grabbed the mouse.
'Buy, sell, short...'
At exactly 9:00 AM, with a ding, the Korean stock market opened its doors.
The first 'proof' began.
Today's goal was to build a 'reasonable' track record.
I had no intention of showing miracles like turning 20 billion into 40 billion overnight.
Such returns would only brand me a 'fraud' the moment they went public.
What I needed was returns that could be seen as 'genius territory'—astonishing yet plausible, perfectly calculated.
The kind that would make headlines like, "Rising star investor Kim Cheolsu records astonishing 37% daily return."
In the clarity of Post-Nut Clarity, I dove into scalping like a machine.
9:05 AM.
I went all-in with 30% of my capital on a mid-small cap pharma stock that no one had noticed until yesterday.
Exactly 15 minutes later, it broke news of positive clinical results for a new vaccine candidate, surging 17% instantly.
I sold everything just before it hit the limit up, without hesitation.
10:30 AM.
This time, I shorted an IT company's stock.
To others, it looked like a baseless bet on decline.
But I knew: in an hour, rumors of the CEO's hidden slush funds would spread on major forums.
As soon as they did, the stock plummeted, and I covered my short at the bottom.
Buy, sell.
Rise, fall.
I rode every wave exactly one minute, one second ahead.
Like solving a test with the answers from the future, every trade was flawless, without a single error.
It was no longer 'investing.'
Just efficiently harvesting predetermined future fruits—a 'task.'
I ignored Choi Yang still panting under the desk and Yura watching from the sofa.
All my focus was on the dancing numbers on the monitor.
Stocks were fundamentally different from coins.
If coins had 100 variables, stocks had over a million.
Corporate earnings, finances, new products, CEO risks, politics, diplomacy, interest rates, oil prices, exchange rates, billions of rumors, billions of greeds and fears.
The volume and quality of data were on another level.
Variable calculations were nearly infinite.
Ordinary humans would naturally get lost and drown in this information storm.
But I was no ordinary human now.
To me, in the state of mirror-still clarity, this chaos was just perfectly aligned data flow.
My brain calculated all variables faster than the world's top supercomputer.
How a specific news would stimulate a group's sentiment, triggering chain reactions across stocks, ultimately reflecting in prices.
It all seemed as natural as water flowing downhill—a law of causality.
It wasn't 'analysis' or 'prediction.'
A single absolute 'result' derived from tens of thousands of variables.
I elevated that result to 'prophecy' and acted on it first.
All my nerves focused solely on the dancing numbers on the monitor.
My first legend. The track record fortress—its sturdiest foundation—was stacking up right now.
3:30 PM.
With a ding, the intense trading day finally closed.
I set down the mouse and leaned back in the plush CEO chair, exhausted.
The final return on my screen: +27.5%.
The 1.5 billion I'd allocated for day trading that morning had yielded over 400 million in profit in six and a half hours.
Perfect track record.
As I let out a long sigh and relaxed, I felt movement squirming under the desk.
Han Yura, who had served me all morning for my Post-Nut Clarity and waited patiently while I traded.
She poked her head out from under the desk, looking up at me with eyes full of greed.
"Haa... Made a lot?"
"27.5%."
At my curt reply, Yura's eyes—the slut obsessed with money and cock—began to glaze over stickily.
I knew numbers were her strongest aphrodisiac.
She crawled out between my thighs and gently cupped my balls in her palm.
Then, like praising good work, she flicked her red-hot tongue at the tip.
"Hngh..."
A thrilling pleasure melted away my fatigue, racing up my spine.
"Whew... Your cocksucking skills keep improving. Been practicing on other guys' dicks?"
At my teasing, insulting question, Yura paused and looked up.
Her lips glistened with my residue.
"Don't talk shit. You know I only suck your cock and get fucked by yours."
She said it proudly, without offense—like boasting, 'You're my only master.'
Yeah, that's my perfect slut.
Perfectly tamed by the taste of my cock and my money—no room for imagining others.
I smirked in satisfaction, grabbed her hair, and pulled her back down to my crotch.
"Good girl. Now use that mouth to reward your hardworking master some more."
At my words, Yura extended her red tongue again and began licking everything.
Right then.
Knock knock.
A cautious but clear knock came from the CEO office door.
Not Yura's— a perfect secretary's knock.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Choi Yang entered holding a tablet PC.
She didn't glance at the scene under the desk—her boss, the vice president, sucking the CEO's cock.
Her face held no emotion.
Just mechanical blankness, focused on secretarial duties.
Choi Yang stopped in front of the desk and began reporting the day's schedule in perfect secretary tone.
"Reporting, sir. Team Leader Kim Seolgi from Silla Biotech asked you to contact her when you have time."
"..."
"Director Yoon said he'll head home right after the National Assembly adjourns."
"..."
"And Attorney Han Ji-hye says the StarMaker Entertainment acquisition prep is complete; please review the contract draft. It's attached to the email."
"..."
"Finally, you have a 4 PM meeting today with the real estate developer the vice president contacted."
"Mmph...!"
As the last report came, Yura under the desk made a small noise, apparently taking me too deep.
I casually patted her head and instructed Choi Yang.
"Bend over the desk."
The day wasn't over yet.
For Yura's 4 PM real estate meeting, I needed another Post-Nut Clarity session.
I gave Choi Yang the order to prepare.
Her eyebrow twitched slightly at my words, but her body obeyed obediently.
She walked to the desk, gripped the edge of the massive wooden surface firmly with both hands.
Then arched her back, thrusting her ass toward me and spreading her thighs just a bit.
Perfectly posed.
Sigh, at this rate, what's the point of the secret sex room...
But hey, if it gets me hard, who cares?
I grinned and roughly hiked up Choi Yang's H-line skirt to her waist.
Revealing smooth, bare, youthful ass filling my view—no panties.
'Good girl. She even prepped herself.'
I smiled in satisfaction and pulled out my cock.
Han Yura, now out from under the desk, sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the upcoming scene with interest.
For my empire, I resumed the relentless 'work.'