Awakening: The Cafe Owner (1)
As Kim Seonwoo stepped out of the officetel, the sound of her tearful pleas still seemed to echo in his ears.
The cold night air cooled his overheated body, but his mind grew even sharper.
An intense urge for domination and conquest, something he'd never felt before. He was momentarily stunned to realize such destructive desires had been lurking within him.
Am I really this kind of guy?
Just a short time ago, he'd been an ordinary young man, fresh out of the military, staring blankly at a future with no prospects. No, less than ordinary—an orphan.
But now? He bought women with money, broke them with force, and felt ecstasy in the process. This was clearly not normal.
But the shock didn't last long. He let out a wry chuckle.
Normal... What's so great about normal? If scraping by without money or connections is normal, then living abnormally is way better.
He had the Status Window and godlike powers. The world's morals and rules no longer applied to him.
There was no reason to bind himself with the standards of ordinary humans. He decided to embrace his desires and true nature willingly. It felt liberating, like his real self—long suppressed—was finally awakening. This was the real him.
Still... it's a bit of a shame.
One regret lingered. He'd crushed Lee Seoyeoun purely with brute force. Sure, she'd submitted, but the process had been too primal.
If he'd properly used the 10-Min Preview / Blackbox, he could have completely dominated her mind and ruled her more thoroughly.
He should have pinpointed her most humiliating play, her most arousing spots in advance, breaking her will before she even thought to resist. Next time, I need to be more strategic, he resolved.
As he pondered his skills, a new question suddenly arose.
Wait... Can I add more skills? One 10-Min Preview / Blackbox isn't enough. Something to perfectly read opponents, or temporarily explode my physical abilities...
The moment he opened his skill window and examined it closely, a timely message appeared from the Status Window.
You can unlock a new skill.
First skill addition cost: 1,000,000,000 won
Subsequent skill addition costs increase by 1 billion won each.
"1 billion..."
He let out a hollow laugh. But his heart began pounding wildly. 1 billion. Far from impossible for him now.
With just the 10-Min Preview / Blackbox, 1 billion is only a matter of time. He vaguely realized the Status Window responded to his thoughts, providing exactly what he needed.
From the next day, Seonwoo's life simplified. Aside from eating and sleeping, he spent every moment glued to his computer, immersed in coin trading. His sole goal: 1 billion won.
10-Min Preview / Blackbox.
A 10-minute glimpse of the future unfolded before his eyes like a video. Order book movements, retail panic-selling, institutional fund injections—everything was in his palm.
Lowest point at 3 minutes 17 seconds. A 5 billion buy wall goes up, retail piles in. Then exactly at 8 minutes 42 seconds, sell just before the dump. Perfect.
He entered at the ideal timing and exited flawlessly. Failure was impossible, and each swelling account balance triggered a dopamine rush in his brain.
It was more thrilling than sex. Now he understood what they meant by "money begets money."
The ecstasy of zeros turning to ones surpassed any orgasm.
But the market didn't swing as dramatically as the day he'd first touched altcoins.
That day must have been unusually volatile. He traded day and night, but after a week, he'd only made 500 million won.
Damn, just 500 million?
Earning 500 million in a week was unimaginable for ordinary people. But Seonwoo wasn't satisfied.
With this power, is this all I can do? Am I being too reckless?
He sensed it vaguely. He hadn't studied charts or market basics at all, just blindly buying and selling on his ability alone. A pro trader with this power would have made over 1 billion in a day, not a week.
Study? Why bother with that hassle.
He had an easy way to make money; no need to strain his brain studying. Time was on his side. All the money in this market would be his eventually.
Money, money, money. Suddenly, his obsession felt pathetic. The room reeked of stale air, and his reflection in the mirror looked hollow-eyed.
I finally got this power, but I've wasted it all on grinding cash. I know I can make plenty now, so time for something more fun.
Craving diverse uses for his ability, he stepped outside. No particular destination.
He wandered aimlessly, drawn by the aroma of coffee into a quiet alley cafe.
Ding-a-ling.
"Welcome."
A soft voice drew his eyes to a woman behind the counter, grinding beans.
Early 30s, a sleek bob cut that suited her perfectly. Her tight shirt hugged a voluptuous figure, accentuating her mature allure.
Seonwoo's groin reacted instantly. He ordered an iced Americano, sat by the window, and stole glances while feigning nonchalance. Her calm customer service voice, elegant gestures, faint smiles—they all stoked his lust.
Whoa... Fuck, prettiness aside, I've never seen a woman exuding sex appeal from every inch like this...
He couldn't hold back and activated the 10-Min Preview / Blackbox.
Show me that woman's state in 10 minutes.
The video played before his eyes. But the content was shocking. In 10 minutes, she was in the cafe's small bathroom, pants and panties down, snapping pussy pics on her smartphone. It cut off right as she took the shot.
"......."
Seonwoo's heart nearly burst with excitement. This prim, elegant woman snapping pussy pics mid-shift? He waited eagerly for the 10-minute cooldown, anticipation building.
Exactly 10 minutes later, he used the skill again, more specifically this time.
Show me what she does with that photo.
In the video, the owner opened an SNS app called 'Z'. She switched to a 'secret account' with practiced ease.
It was filled with the fresh pussy pic, her nudes, even masturbation videos with toys. A perfect hidden-account slut.
Seonwoo immediately searched her secret account on his phone. ID: 'Jiyoung_secret'. He followed without hesitation and saved incriminating photos and videos.
Now, how to approach. He waited until the cafe emptied, leaving him alone. When the moment came, he ran a final simulation with the skill.
Approach like this, say it that way... Good, that'll work.
After imprinting the conversation flow through simulations, he stood and approached her.
"Boss, your coffee's amazing."
"Oh, thank you."
She smiled softly. Seonwoo chatted casually, easing her guard. His handsome looks and smooth talk seemed to please her.
Judging the mood ripe, he dropped the bombshell.
"Oh, right. There's someone on SNS I follow who looks just like you... Know her?"
"Pardon? Someone like me?"
She looked puzzled. Seonwoo slowly showed her his phone screen. It displayed the pussy pic she'd just taken in the bathroom, fully exposed.
"This account... 'Jiyoung_secret'."
Color drained from her face. Her eyes shook violently with terror and shame. Her lips trembled, but no words came.
Seonwoo savored her despairing expression inwardly.
Heh... Right on simulation. Time to push harder.
His smile was kind, but to her, it looked like the grin of a devil.