The Convenience Store Girl
His intense romp with Lee Seoyeoun had handed Kim Seonwoo a new challenge. Along with the satisfaction came brutal muscle soreness. He realized bone-deep that his stamina couldn't keep up with his overwhelming physique.
Getting drained after just three rounds against a pro? Well, she had top 1% techniques, so it wasn't that strange—but for some reason, it bruised his ego.
I need to boost my stamina.
But raising numbers in the Status Window required money. Ten million won per stamina point. No way with what he had now.
In the end, everything circled back to square one.
First, make money.
From the next day, Seonwoo dove into coin trading with even more focus than before. His rickety computer stayed on 24/7, displaying Bitup Exchange charts nonstop.
The problem was the 10-Min Preview skill's cooldown. After one use, he had to wait exactly ten minutes for the next. Major coins like Bitcoin barely budged 0.1% in ten minutes. Earning pocket change with a godlike power was blatant talent waste.
"This ain't cutting it..."
After days of scraping small profits, Seonwoo's eyes drifted to other things. Countless obscure altcoins, so-called "shitcoins." He'd ignored them for stability until now.
The charts were a digital casino. Korean coins like Kimchi Power Coin and Asia Tiger, knockoffs like Shiba Classic and Doge Plus. Swings were insane—some rocketed 50% in ten minutes, others turned to toilet paper.
Risky... but I can make that risk near zero with my ability...
Greed flickered in Seonwoo's eyes. He boldly shifted strategy.
He fired up 10-Min Preview and spotted an altcoin about to explode.
‘DogeClassic’ coin surges 27% in 10 minutes.
He dumped all 15 million won into ‘DogeClassic’ without hesitation. His heart pounded like mad. Ten minutes felt eternal. Even knowing the outcome, he anxiously hit refresh.
Finally, the graph shot straight up as promised. He sold at the peak.
"Yes!"
Over three million won in a day. Leagues beyond scraping pennies the past few days. Seonwoo clenched his fist in joy. At this rate, hitting hundreds of millions was just a matter of time.
But the high didn't last. Days of altcoin trading revealed fatal risks.
One day, he previewed two coins. Coin A: moonshot. Coin B: crash and delisting.
He invested in A for profit, then curiosity drew him to B's chart.
This digital asset has ended trading support.
The chart was frozen, volume zero. If he'd bought B and the exchange glitched or halted mid-trade? Preview or not, total wipeout.
Cold sweat down his spine.
Too dangerous.
The thought of losing everything snapped him awake. He quit altcoins, returning to majors for slow, steady, sure gains.
Days glued to trading left him stiff all over. His room reeked of cup ramen and stale air. He hadn't stepped out in ages.
"Gotta get some air."
Seonwoo slipped on flip-flops and headed to the convenience store next to his studio apartment.
The hum of fridge lights, faint ramen scent—familiar space. He figured he'd grab a coffee.
Ding-a-ling. As the door chimed open, he froze mid-step.
The part-timer at the counter.
...Whoa.
Prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Porcelain skin, flawless, glowing under harsh fluorescents. Petite, mid-150s cm. Long straight hair to her waist amplified her pure vibe. The oversized blue vest made her look even more delicate.
Seonwoo stared, dazed. Even after pumping Appearance to 10 and brimming with confidence, she was another level. Standing before her crushed his ego.
Heart racing on its own.
Stare too long and she'll call me a perv.
He yanked his gaze to drinks, grabbed one, headed to checkout. But his head was full of her. Craving one more look, his feet tangled.
Thud!
'Shit... embarrassing...'
The can clattered loudly. Every eye in the quiet store on him—face burning.
As he ducked in shame, trying to stand, footsteps approached.
"You okay?"
He looked up. The beauty from the counter gazed down, worried. Clear, soft voice. Up close, unreal pretty. Her nametag read ‘Yoo Sori’.
"Y-yeah... fine."
Seonwoo stammered, stood, paid quick, bolted.
The short walk home, and after, her face lingered. Worried tone, round dark eyes, dainty features. The clash of her innocent face and part-time gig fired his imagination. Thinking of her heated his groin.
Unbearable lust surged.
Been a while—jerk one out? Nah, got money, hit an OP.
He grabbed his phone like hypnotized, opened the OP app. Toyed with messaging Lee Seoyeoun, but craved petite and pure like the store girl. Seoyeoun was hot, but mature vibe.
Scrolling, his finger stopped.
Seonwoo checked the shop info. Gangnam, Seoul—S-grade OP, 600k to 1.2 million won starting.
He called without hesitation.
Minutes later, green light from manager. Seonwoo hailed a cab to the OP.
Gangnam alley, luxury officetel. Marble hall to the room, heart exploding.
Better not differ from the pic.
At the door, manager opened.
"Relax, Yuri's in soon."
Seonwoo sat on plush bed. Dim lights, luxe decor—stark contrast to his dump.
Door opened. A woman entered.
Seonwoo froze.
Not just similar. No filter needed—identical face. No way two such beauties existed.
Absolutely. The girl from the store minutes ago.
'Yoo Sori... so stage name Yuri.'
She spotted him, eyes widening—recalling the store stumble?—but flashed pro smile, approached.
"Hi, oppa. I'm Yuri. Thanks for picking me."
Pure face delivering familiar greeting. The insane gap—Seonwoo's pants strained, cock swelling explosively.