Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Desire
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As soon as I stepped into the classroom, the eyes of all the kids who had been laughing and chatting with each other instantly turned to me.
No, more precisely, they gathered on Na-young, since we live together and even commute to and from school as a pair.
In any case, while Na-young acknowledged every single greeting from the kids one by one, I just trudged lonely to my seat.
"Huuuh......"
The moment I sat down in my chair, a wave of languid exhaustion washed over my weary body, as if it were finally saying it could rest.
Still seated, I set my bag on the desk and immediately buried my face in it.
Compared to a pillow, it was hopelessly hard, but in this school environment, my sleep-deprived, fatigued body perceived even this as a decent cushion.
Not long after pressing my face against the bag, the god of sleep came to greet me.
It wouldn't have been strange at all if I'd dozed off right then.
"Ji-hoon. You tired?"
After exchanging quick greetings with her friends and taking her seat beside me, Na-young posed the question.
Sleep vanished in an instant.
Instinctively irritated at the interruption, I forcibly shoved the annoyance aside.
"Yeah... I'm beat."
The stock market's steep upward surge lately had left me with virtually no sleep.
The money I'd already made was astronomical, but with the chance to rake in even more, how could a greedy soul like me just let it slip by?
So, I boldly ditched domestic stocks—ones I couldn't trade while stuck at school—and went all-in on overseas markets that opened at night.
In other words, US stocks. I bet everything on them and stuffed massive profits into my account.
The tradeoff? I couldn't ravage the bodies of Na-young, Chae-yeon, or Hee-ra noona as much as I wanted.
A few days of neglect wouldn't make them bolt from my side—they'd never leave. It wasn't like this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot.
I could just pile it all on later to make up for lost time.
The only downside right now was missing out on that immediate pleasure. No real regrets there.
"Want a lap pillow?"
Na-young scooted her chair back to clear plenty of space for a head to rest, then patted her thigh invitingly.
Her soft thigh flesh would probably feel surprisingly comfy, but with no real back support, I worried about the crick when I woke up.
Besides, I'd have to rise for morning homeroom anyway. Even during class, no one bugs the top student for dozing face-down—but brazenly using Na-young's lap as a pillow? No way.
"Nah... I'm good."
Pushing aside the temptation, I turned down Na-young's offer.
I fully buried my head in the bag again and shut my eyes.
Hoping for undisturbed peace this time—just a short nap until homeroom—I cleared my mind.
But of course, they'd never let me off that easy.
"Yo ho, Wallet oppa!"
Chae-yeon, fresh from arriving at school, plopped her butt casually on the desk in front of mine—not even her own seat—and hollered.
"What's with the morning nap, Wallet oppa!"
This girl apparently hated the sight of me sleeping; she shook my body mercilessly to ruin it.
"Chae-yeon, he's been up all night with work lately and hasn't slept. Just leave him be."
"All night...?"
Chae-yeon's tone chilled.
"Too tired to even touch me, but rolling around with Na-young at night?"
She leaned in close to whisper right in my ear.
"Haa..."
Her words drew a deep sigh from me.
"No... Haven't touched Na-young lately either."
No matter how much I craved sex or how stunningly gorgeous the girl offering her body was.
When I could earn sums no ordinary person could dream of touching in a lifetime—even pooling every asset from past and future lives—would pussy even register?
So, even sharing a home with Na-young, I'd tease her body now and then but rarely escalated to full-on sex.
"Then what?"
Chae-yeon's face screamed she wouldn't forgive without a damn good excuse.
I straightened up, met her gaze, and spoke.
"Money. Making money."
"Money...? At night?"
"Yeah. Earning at night."
Chae-yeon tilted her head, hooked by the idea of night gigs when no place hired kids like us.
"Stocks. Stocks."
Na-young jumped in for me.
"Stocks...? They trade at night? My parents do stocks—I know a little—and they said it ends at 3."
"Right. Korean stocks run 9 AM to 3 PM. But I'm trading US stocks."
"US stocks? Different from Korean?"
"Basically the same. Just runs 10:30 PM to 6 AM."
"Aha."
Whether she truly got it or not, Chae-yeon nodded along.
"So that's why no hugs since Monday? US stocks keep you up all night, dead tired?"
"Yeah... sorry."
"Nah. Can't be helped if it's that."
How could she gripe about money-making when it bankrolled everything they wanted to buy, eat, or do?
Still, Chae-yeon caressed my cheek, her face a mix of faint grudge, longing, apology, and sympathy.
"So when's it over?"
"Market's open daily except weekends."
"Weekends free then?"
"......"
I'd planned FX trading weekends too—another cash cow.
That kept my mouth shut on her question.
"Not even weekends...?"
Her sex-starved eyes turned sad toward me.
"Haa... no."
I'd already piled up overflowing riches.
Couldn't let money lust make me neglect my girls.
Reluctantly, I nodded.
Chae-yeon lit up with a radiant smile; Na-young beside her grinned too.
"Hehe. Sleep! Hurry!"
Finally, Chae-yeon greenlit my nap.
She even spread her blanket over my bag and rushed me to crash.
"Thanks......"
I laid my head on her blanket, letting the rowdy classroom din lull me to sleep.
Time flowed.
My name called out.
Body shaken; submerged awareness surfaced.
Lifted heavy lids to ID my wake-up culprits.
"Lunchtime...?"
Sunny skies outside—no way it was dismissal.
"Yeah. Lunch."
Na-young's stunning smile hit me first thing; mine bloomed in response.
"But hey, today's food is seriously gross?"
If hearty eater Chae-yeon called it nasty, it had to be brutal.
Na-young nodding subtly beside her sealed it as fact.
"What is it...?"
Curious what could suck that bad.
"Hmm... can't remember exactly, but it's awful."
Chae-yeon mumbled evasively about fuzzy recall.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Totally!"
Bad if they said so.
Even napping needed a full belly first.
Stomach roared in protest; I clutched it, face-planted again.
Na-young backing the "gross" verdict left sleep as my only play.
But Chae-yeon and Na-young wouldn't have it.
"Got bread and banana milk from the canteen. Rooftop?"
"Can't I sleep more? You two eat without me..."
"No way. Come on. Let's go."
Relentless duo.
Even my "eat here" pitch got shot down—they demanded rooftop.
Sighing inwardly, I trailed them up.
Rooftop door always locked; our crew aside, zilch foot traffic.
The vast space felt like our private turf.
Anyway.
"Mi-jin and Eun-bi?"
"Off to lunch."
Na-young answered, tearing open the bread bag.
"But it's gross?"
Na-young, game for anything edible, calling it trash? Had to be nightmare fuel—yet those two went solo?
"Ah...! Th-they just went 'cause they were hungry!"
Na-young's shaky pupils dodged my stare.
Something's fishy.
Brushed it off, chomped the bread she handed over.
"Ji-hoon. Still wiped? Lie down."
Bread and milk done, sleep beckoned again.
Blinking, nodding off repeatedly—Na-young patted her thigh.
"Then... just a bit."
Unlike morning, her leg it was.
Warm sun as blanket, I reclined.
Soft touch on my head.
Na-young's gentle strokes on my hair as I pillowed on her thigh; eyes drifted shut.
Shut—then snapped wide.
Had to.
"You... what're you doing?"
Odd sensation from below.
"Hehe."
Chae-yeon, grinning dopily, was easing off my pants.
"You just sleep tight. We'll take care of everything."
"......"
Caught red-handed, she boldly stripped pants and undies, freed my cock, and brought her mouth to it.
Sucked it tastier than any meal ever, milking one load.
Then straddled me, hiked her skirt, shoved panties aside, slowly sank her ass down.
"Huuung... Haaang... Yes... this is what I craved...!"