150 - Daily Life

After eating the breakfast Chaerin had prepared, I went straight back to my room.

The moment I got back, I sat down in front of the computer.

If Mom saw me, she'd probably nag about how I sit at the computer right after eating, but honestly, not my problem.

Just...

"Heh... heh heh."

A smile crept across my face as I thought about the massive amount of money I'd made using yesterday's chaotic US stock market.

In just five hours — not even a full day, not even half a day — I'd earned a whopping 450 billion won. My already thick wallet had grown even thicker.

"Kinda disappointing, though. I thought I'd hit at least 1 trillion."

If there hadn't been limits on order quantities, if there had been more people willing to absorb all the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠volume I was offloading, I could have poured every available asset into it and made at least 1 trillion in profit.

It just meant that a lot of people were playing it safe, refraining from trading.

This session was a dangerously volatile one — maybe one in a thousand would make money.

Well... that was to be expected.

Anyone with even a shred of sense isn't stupid enough to jump into a near-certain losing bet where all they can see is their future vanishing.

"Ugh..."

I leaned all the way back in my chair.

Slowly, I scrolled through my assets spread across various stock exchanges.

One exchange had about 1 trillion in liquid funds, another had less — around 500 billion.

Scattered numbers greeted me.

Even though my assets had grown absurdly large, my rate of return wasn't much different from before.

That made sense — at this scale, unless it was a long-term hold, there were limits on volume. The structure made it impossible to earn massive profits from short-term trades alone.

Still, I was the kind of guy who could casually rake in tens of billions in a single go, and on a good day, even hundreds of billions like this.

I closed all the exchange windows, feeling a small twinge of regret despite having earned in an instant what most people wouldn't touch in a lifetime.

It was the weekend anyway — both the Korean and US markets were closed. No reason to keep them open.

Instead, I opened another site.

On that site, the Bitcoin I'd been accumulating showed its value.

A whopping 1 trillion was on display.

Considering my total assets had recently hit 100 trillion, it seemed like a small amount — but Bitcoin's current price was $1,000. That was barely 1 million won in Korean currency.

Total holdings: one million coins.

Given that the total supply of Bitcoin is 21 million, that was an insane amount — one twenty-first of all coins in existence.

In my heart, I wanted to buy them all, but doing so would freeze the price and prevent any further rise, so I'd limited myself to just one million coins.

Right now it was only $1,000, but knowing that in the future it would rise to about $70,000 made the smile spread across my face.

The more I thought about a bright future where these mere data fragments would soar to 70 trillion won, the more I found myself humming without realizing it.

I stared blankly at Bitcoin's beautiful image, contemplating selling it if the sheer volume I held showed no signs of upward movement.

"Jihoon. Eat some fruit."

Just as I was getting so absorbed in Bitcoin that I almost grabbed it as... material for excitement...

Nayeong opened the door and came in, carrying a plate piled high with sliced fruit.

"Huh...? 1 trillion? Is that the thing Jihoon said you were buying last time?"

She set the plate of fruit on the desk and naturally settled onto my lap.

I could feel the soft skin of Nayeong's thighs through her clothes.

"Yeah. It's gone up a lot, right?"

"Wow... it really has. Didn't you say you bought it for a few hundred thousand won initially, including the mining cost?"

"That's right."

"But... it's worth 1 trillion now?"

The timing of my return just happened to be right after Bitcoin was first created.

So I'd mined as much as I could, and with a hard cap of one million coins, I'd used cash to buy whatever I was short.

Even accounting for the time and electricity costs spent on mining, the rate of return was absolutely insane.

No wonder Bitcoin would go on to spark a craze not just in Korea but worldwide.

"Shouldn't you sell now?"

"Not yet. I'll dump it all at once later. That's when I should sell."

"Hmm... really?"

In 2017, Bitcoin would suddenly surge to over 20 million won in Korean currency before crashing vertically.

People who'd poured their souls into buying it suffered enormous losses, and some made extreme choices because of it.

Anyway, my plan was to start selling gradually around the 10 million won mark during the first craze in 2017, dump everything, and then buy back in when the price cooled down to 4 million won.

If everything went according to plan, the money I made from Bitcoin would easily be more than double what I'd made from stocks so far.

Just imagining it made me happy.

If I looked in a mirror, I'd probably see a stupid grin on my face — but Nayeong smiled brightly as if even this side of me was adorable, and fed me a piece of fruit.

Munch munch.

I chewed on the fruit in my mouth and spoke.

"Nayeong. Is there anything you want? I'll buy you anything."

"Anything I want?"

I made a lot of money today, and I'd make even more in the future.

If Nayeong said she wanted a sports car, I'd buy her one right this instant.

That had always been true, but the problem was that we were still too young to drive.

"Anything I want..."

She seemed to think hard, unable to come up with anything specific. Then she blankly stared at my lips.

After that, she put a piece of fruit in her own mouth, chewed it finely, and kissed me.

The finely crushed food in Nayeong's mouth passed into mine.

Only after she'd transferred all the fruit to me did our lips part.

"Jihoon's cock..."

"......"

As Nayeong licked her lips seductively and spoke, my cock immediately responded, standing up stiff and hard.

This horny little minx.

I wanted to drag her to the bed and fuck her senseless, just as she wished, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Tonight. Let's do it tonight. Can't do it today, right?"

My parents were home.

Besides, we were supposed to go on a family outing soon, so I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had to get ready.

Mom's preparation time was always insanely long, so there was probably enough time for a round of sex — but you never know.

"Hing... that's too bad."

Setting aside her disappointment, she rubbed her body against me as if to savor every bit of me.

I stroked Nayeong's head as she kept pressing into my arms, and opened up the famous stock gallery.

[Fuck, I went into US futures and lost my entire fortune instead of making money.]

A single post on the main page.

Looked like it was written by someone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who'd recklessly stepped into the chaotic US market without any foreknowledge like I had, and gotten badly burned.

My curiosity piqued, and I'd already clicked on the post.

"Master. Madam says to get ready to leave in 30 minutes."

Chaerin knocked on the door and then entered.

She was still wearing her maid uniform.

The last time I'd asked if she could wear a lace headband, she'd readily put one on and shown herself.

Only then did she look like a complete maid, and I'd really loved it.

Ever since then, Chaerin always wore a lace headband as a necessity.

Anyway,

"Chaerin. Are you done with work?"

"Yes."

"Come here."

"Yes."

Though she made an abundantly expressive face like a bitch in heat when she was pinned down in my arms,

In everyday life, Chaerin maintained her stoic expression as if nothing had happened.

That girl —

"Nayeong. Scoot over a bit."

"Okay!"

I shifted Nayeong to one leg, and sat Chaerin down on the now-empty thigh.

A beautiful girl with long brown hair and a beautiful maid with long silver hair each settled on my thighs.

"Heh."

Feeling the soft touch of both their thighs, I looked at the post I hadn't finished reading earlier.

[Fuck, I went into US futures and lost my entire fortune instead of making money.]

Complete idiot.

A post not even worth reading.

And I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"Whoa..."

Chaerin didn't seem particularly interested, but Nayeong couldn't hide her amazement.

The comments were blowing up too.

Instead of consoling the OP, they mocked and insulted him.

"Still, he lost his money... that's harsh."

My pure and kind girlfriend sympathized with the idiot who'd stubbornly jumped in despite everyone telling him not to, and got completely cleaned out.

"What can you do."

I said that, and wrote a mocking comment myself.

After that, I created a new post.

[Feels good. Anyone who didn't eat is just an idiot, right?]

[Pic: roughly 450 billion earned in 5 hours]

Just the title and the picture, posted bare.

Before long, comments were flooding my freshly uploaded post.

People who simply refused to believe it.

Since the gallery was full of nothing but losers, I'd occasionally drop some info and tip people off about stocks worth buying. Even though it was hard to believe, some were slowly starting to trust me.

I let out an involuntary laugh at the last comment.

Even if I don't go on shows, I'm well acquainted with high-ranking politicians and chaebol families.

And as for women — well, I've already fucked all the ones worth fucking.

"Haaah..."

"Nngh..."

As I grabbed and kneaded the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ample breasts of the two women sitting on my lap, moans burst from both of them simultaneously.

Feeling the sensation of their chests, watching the comments piling up in real-time, and seeing people suddenly start tearing into each other, my cock grew hard.

"Jihoon. You're such a troll."

"Guilty as charged."

I couldn't argue with Nayeong's words.