Life Is Far Too Easy
The start of the year was always a busy season.
With fresh resolve, everyone threw themselves into the business plans they’d sketched out in advance, kept the existing operations running, and the finance team braced itself for the year-end close.
And yet the atmosphere in the finance team where Song Hoon worked was strangely tense.
Out of nowhere, he’d started showing up in a sleek imported car, dressed to the nines, and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. Everyone else could only steal glances and read his mood carefully.
Even the neighboring departments were clearly curious, sneaking looks whenever they got the chance.
“Ms. Seol. I sent the file, so please pull the data and make six copies for me.”
“Yes. Understood.”
“I’ve already numbered the pages, so make sure you check the figures carefully.”
Rather than awkwardly joining in, Seol Yeomyeong seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and only grew warmer and more affectionate toward Song Hoon.
Rrrrnk—
“Uh… Manager Song. Did you win the lottery or something? First prize, maybe?”
At last, unable to hold back any longer, Manager Kim dragged his chair over and asked cautiously. Song Hoon merely shrugged.
How should he answer? Lottery first prize? Or investments?
“Not the lottery. My cryptocurrency investments just happened to go pretty well.”
“What? Bitcoin? You can still make a killing with Bitcoin these days?”
“It depends on how you do it.”
Everyone’s ears perked up.
“What did you invest in…?”
“Just Ethereum and Bitcoin. A few trash coins here and there. I’d been buying steadily for years, and then one of them shot up big, so I sold a few.”
The lies rolled off his tongue smoothly.
It’s not like they’re going to dig through my transaction history.
What was the point of telling them he was making a hundred million won at a time by having sex for points and then clicking a button?
Not that he could say it, of course.
“Huh… so you were pinching pennies and sticking with used cars the whole time.”
“So all of this was for this moment.”
However many ways you sliced it, human reactions always split into two broad categories.
They either envied you sincerely, or they were consumed by jealousy.
In the end, though, those feelings came from the same place: a difference in relative position.
“So Manager Song was a master of financial planning after all. But isn’t Bitcoin dangerous?”
“It is. I thought I was going to lose my mind every time it swung from negative to positive and back again. A few million won turning into a few tens of thousands, then a few thousand, then shooting all the way up to hundreds of millions—it’s just a roller coaster with no real bottom or top.”
There weren’t many people who could keep their pride intact in front of money.
Some would grumble behind his back that it was just risky investing, that he’d be ruined in the end anyway.
“Wow… that’s amazing. If you’ve got something that good, you should share it. Don’t hog it all to yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah. If it’s good, share it with us.”
He could never do that in front of them. They wanted to become that kind of person too, didn’t they? Wasn’t that the dream everyone shared—to make a ton of money and live large?
“I can share it if you want. But I wonder if you could stomach it.”
Desire gleamed in their eyes. Especially Manager Kim’s; it was written all over his face, that look of You did it, so why shouldn’t I?
“What’s there not to stomach? If you’re making enough to buy imported cars, then even if it’s rough, I’ll endure it no matter what!”
“If we’re talking safe, American stocks are probably the best. NVIDIA, Apple, Microsoft, that kind of thing. If you just put money in and leave it alone for years, it keeps climbing steadily.”
It was amusing. Back then, he would’ve wondered why people acted like that at all. Why were they so full of envy and resentment?
“A man’s life is all about one big hit!”
Shouting about one big hit in life, Manager Kim’s nostrils flared and his face flushed as some fantasy or other played out in his head.
Now that I’m standing here and seeing it, it’s just inferiority complex.
A cheap, ugly inferiority complex. What was he lacking compared to you? In the past, because Song Hoon had been Jo Juyeon’s boyfriend. Now, because he was on friendly terms with Seol Yeomyeong and making more money than him.
It was a little irritating. He didn’t know why people kept picking at someone who was simply minding his own business. It’s not like he was trying to achieve anything big at the company. He just wanted to live quietly.
“These days, you can even buy Bitcoin in 0.1 increments. Ethereum’s safer, too. And you’d better not even look at trash stocks. Seriously.”
“Oh? 0.1 at a time? Gah! If one Bitcoin’s about 97 million won right now, then even 0.1 is 9.7 million won.”
“There are so many scam coins out there. They call it high risk, high return, but if you get liquidated, all you’re doing is dumping money straight into the dirt.”
He just rambled off whatever he’d seen in internet articles. Whether they believed him or not, it couldn’t be proven either way.
Besides, when the person who made the money was sitting right in front of them, what could they even say if they lost money?
I already told them it was better to play it safe.
And if Manager Kim was anything like Song Hoon thought he was, he’d definitely chase the risk.
He’d do it just to prove he wasn’t inferior.
“It’s dangerous. If you’re not made of steel, you’ll end up so broke you’ll lose your mind.”
Now the only question was how long it would take for that reaction to come back around. Judging by Manager Kim’s personality, it probably wouldn’t take very long.
***
“Haa. What a rotten break. What the hell… how is there such a huge difference from a C+? This is insane.”
As he climbed into the car, Song Hoon scowled and took a long drink of water.
He’d just used Z to hook up with an F-rank woman, and it had been a truly dreadful experience. Before that, he’d only gone as high as E-rank.
An F-rank girl wasn’t exactly ugly enough to make your eyes bleed, just a little below average in face and body—but the worst part was her pussy, which felt like thrusting into empty air.
There wasn’t much difference with E-rank either. If anything, it was six of one and half a dozen of the other.
The women had screamed and arched and gone to pieces in pleasure, pouring out so much slickness it was like a flood, but even after he’d fucked away for more than ten minutes, he couldn’t feel a thing tightening around his cock, so in the end he’d finished with a blowjob and handjob.
“The points are stingy, too. F-rank gives 25 points, E-rank gives 40?”
That brought his total to 150 points.
“So it goes up by five points per rank. Plus-rank means plus five points.”
Roughly speaking, he’d confirmed the points you could get from each rank. They were basically multiples of five, like the dice.
“Ugh. I’m never touching low-ranks again. Isn’t there some way to know the rank in advance?”
D-rank women were still left, but if he had no choice but to take one, he’d have to set the floor at C-rank at the very least.
Comments had already started pouring in on Lee Dahyeon’s third uploaded video.
The title of the video was Bank Teller 1, 2, 3. Simple, just like when he’d used Seol Yeomyeong.
“Good. Very good.”
His followers were growing, the comments were piling up, and the videos were even being reposted all over the place.
Men and women alike kept flooding his DMs for their own reasons.
Delete all the men. I’ll look at the women later.
Lee Dahyeon had clearly watched the video and seen the comments, because she sent him a message. She said he should call her anytime, that she’d always be waiting.
Anyway, she was adorable.
“Pfft… what are they talking about?”
Since sex-jet was still a limited pool, the pushback came from all directions. Women who’d tasted Song Hoon’s cock would always put other men lower on the priority list.
“Otherwise, I’d just end up eating only the low-rank ones.”
That was life, wasn’t it? Before he got the dice, he’d been exactly that sort of person too.
Since I’ve started with Z anyway, I might as well climb all the way to the top.
He couldn’t help wondering who the highest-ranked woman in this world of desire might be.
And once the sample size grew large enough for people to feel safe, even more women would definitely come running.
“And there isn’t a steadier point source than this anywhere else.”
For Song Hoon, Z was a giant showroom in the truest sense of the word—a giant showcase of women who wanted to be fucked by his cock.
Viva modern society. If this had been the 1980s or 1990s, he probably couldn’t even have imagined making points this easily.
Back then, it wasn’t easy to meet women like this, and there wouldn’t have been many things capable of earning a hundred million won per point, either.
“One-fifty points means one thirty-point shot, huh. Or one each of eight, ten, and twelve.”
He thought it over for a moment, but since every die should be rolled at least once, he decided to buy one of each.
“Please. Please!”
Then he rolled them all at once.
The three dice began to tumble.
You gained 3 points.
You gained 6 points.
You gained 4 points.
“Damn it. So close. If even one of them had hit fifteen or higher, I’d have gotten it.”
He’d hoped at least half of the die faces would land above that mark, but the total came to 13 points. Adding his existing leftover points, that made 16.
Why did it feel like his wallet had suddenly gotten a little fatter?
As planned, he invested 10 points into Bitcoin. With the 100 million won he already had on hand, plus 10 Bitcoin, he’d created roughly 1 billion won in an instant with a single click.
His use for it was already decided.
“I’ll leave out the jeonse deposit and put the rest into dividend stocks.”
Step by step. Song Hoon intended to tear his own life apart and rebuild it piece by piece.
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