Jang Kyung-su's Desperate All-In
As Real Production's stocks melted away, Jang Kyung-su made his decision. All or nothing. Starting from the second day of the crash, he committed to averaging down with aggressive buys.
Logically, it was insane. But at the time, he had no choice. Sitting idle would mean losing every penny he'd poured into Real Production. He had to thrash around like a wild animal, no matter how futile.
"Just sell now," some might say. Bullshit. The stock was already plummeting; dumping his holdings would accelerate the freefall, leaving him unable to offload much before the price cratered further. He'd be strangling himself. But doing nothing would lead to liquidation anyway.
Luckily—or as close to it as he got—he could pull funds from other stocks, brokerage accounts, and even crypto wallets to amass enough capital for serious influence in one play. Jang Kyung-su yanked it all and dumped it into Real Production.
He scooped up the flood of sell orders with a beast's ferocity, buying more even as the price kept dropping. If the market ever reacted—if it rebounded even a bit and spooked investors into thinking, "Wait, is it bouncing?"—he could offset the damage. Hell, if luck broke his way, he might even turn a bigger profit than before!
"Stock trading's a gamble anyway...!"
So he averaged down like a madman.
"…."
But the result was catastrophic.
-97%
Pure devastation.
"Hoo…."
Too drained for anger, he silently lit a cigarette. It was a cheap brand, two grades below his usual.
"What the fuck was I thinking."
What had past-him been smoking? There was a reason they said never trade on hot blood. What kind of idiot stunt was this?
"97%.... Haha, hahaha."
Every cent he'd thrown in to save his Real Production stake—gone. Total loss: beyond imagination. If he'd started with 100 won, barely 2-something remained. And that was only because someone swept up shares at the end; otherwise, his account would've kept plunging into the abyss.
Jang Kyung-su summoned his lieutenant. Knowing the boss's foul mood lately, the man treaded carefully.
"This laundering... we need a faster method. How long?"
"Using the quickest channel, deposits next week. But that'll leave less than 40% in hand."
"The fuck? These goddamn highway robbers…!"
Less than 40%. That meant over 60% vaporized in fees. Heat rising, he nearly slammed the desk—but held back. Another shattered desk was just more money down the drain. He clenched his fist, trembling, then slowly released it.
"…Proceed anyway."
"How much?"
"At least 200 billion left."
"Then... you'll need to run 600 billion through."
"…!"
600 billion, netting under 40% after laundering. Compared to the stable 60% from old methods, that was a minimum 20% hit. 20% of 600 billion? 120 billion gone. Teeth grinding inevitable.
But no choice. Clean money was already torched.
Jang Kyung-su rubbed his face with massive hands. Reality sank deeper each time.
"Hoo... Do it. And prep the rest the usual way."
"Yes, boss. But…."
"?"
"That leaves no funds for the new drug buy."
"What... did you say?"
"Negotiations ongoing, but they seem willing to drop to 500 billion. Still, like this…."
"…."
Of all times, the new drug deal hits now. It felt tantalizingly close, but empty pockets made it moot. Too good to let slip, though. A paradigm-shifter, leagues beyond the old stuff. Couldn't let it fall to rivals.
"Found their backers?"
"Not yet. Checking Shanghai as ordered."
Jang Kyung-su snorted, stroking his chin. Organizing thoughts. Calculating. Best move here?
"…What's their current ask?"
"Dropped a lot. 760 billion."
"Buy."
"!"
"But our place, our date."
"!!"
The lieutenant swallowed, then nodded.
"Yes. We'll prepare, boss."
A fun idea hit me. I pulled out my hard cock and snapped a pic. Im Sua, working nearby, glanced over but I ignored her and sent it to Ji-ah.
- Thoughts?
- Uh….
A bit later: "I-it's... so impressive…." Lame.
- Imagine this pounding your pussy right now.
- Y-yes??
- Do it. Now.
- Ah….
I could picture her panic. After about 10 seconds, texts flooded in—full-on erotic novel style. Young master's massive cock thrusting deep into my pussy, pounding relentlessly... Pages of it.
- Ungh, ahhn, oooh.
Then moans.
- Pussy pic.
- Ah! Y-yes….
But the sent pic? Bone dry. All that "feels so good, so excited" bullshit from a liar.
- Not wet at all.
- S-sorry!
Three minutes later: a soaked pussy pic. We toyed around like that before I got to the point.
- Setting up a PMC. Keeping Levi?
- Huh? Who's Levi?
- One of your guards.
- Ohhh. Take 'em all!! Use freely!!
- Oh? Really? Nice. They were skilled too—giving the whole batch?
'Just bleed Ji-ah dry and I'm set for life.' Tasty face, tasty pussy, and the thrill of leeching...
Time to extort whenever the mood strikes.
- Anything else?
- Nah. My company, I'll build it. Keep simulating.
- Y-yes!
Min Ji-ah resumed her smut fest. Fun at first, then boring—I closed it. Notifications kept pinging.
"Master."
Im Sua approached amid it all.
"Word from Prestige. Jang Kyung-su's offering 760 billion."
"Oh? 760 billion?"
Far from 1 trillion, but a fairy compared to our 500 billion line in the sand.
"Yes... But something feels off. Insisting on their venue and date, and he didn't seem like he'd pay that much—then suddenly deal's done."
"Hm... Off, huh?"
"Yes."
Off.... Scheming something? Like pretending to buy then robbing us blind.... As Incheon's police chief, he'd command 200k cops plus hordes of underlings. Confident, sure. And no clue we're Goryeo Group.
"Tell 'em yes, but stay sharp. Bring forces—no issue."
"Yes, master."