Episode 144: Sending the IT Team Home

I sent the IT team home. I gave them three-day vacation vouchers and a special vacation bonus of 1 million won right on the spot. Exhausted like zombies, they all shuffled out.

"I'm jealous... I wanna go home too... vacation..."

Jinseong turned around and looked at his secretary, Han Jiyu.

"Pardon? What did you just say?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

"What do you think, Secretary Han? Does the coin exchange look good?"

"Yes. It seems exceptionally well-made. The name is simple, the design is clean, and the usage is straightforward, making it very user-friendly."

The official name of the exchange was YSP Coin Exchange. For easy recall, they'd simplified it to Y Coin.

In Han Jiyu's view, Y Coin far surpassed the quality of any upstart site.

"If we keep upgrading security features against hacking, build out the server room generously for stable operations, and add multilingual support for foreign customers, it could grow into a world-class coin exchange."

"What about fees? What rate do you think we should charge?"

"For the next 3-4 years, the lowest possible fees would be best. With low fees and rock-solid stability as our hook, pulling in as many customers as possible should be the top priority. Once we've built up the user base and trust, we can gradually raise rates—like getting soaked in a drizzle."

There was another reason for rock-bottom fees beyond customer acquisition. Where there's a frontrunner, followers are sure to come. Y Coin was Korea's first coin exchange, but rivals could pop up anytime. The odds of competitors emerging were sky-high. To fend them off and claim victory in the exchange market, customer-friendly policies were essential.

"How much should we budget for promotion?"

"YouTube, SNS, and community ads should suffice. Given the small market size, holding steady and observing matters more than aggressive promo. I'd say a minimum of 300 million won to a max of 1 billion per year."

"Got it."

They moved to the representative's office sofa, where Jinseong and Han Jiyu chatted at length about Y Coin.

"President, what if we made our own coin? Something a step ahead of Bitcoin technologically—stable, trustworthy, highly usable. We could create and run it ourselves."

"...Make our own coin?"

Create a coin from scratch? He'd only thought about setting up a Bitcoin exchange, never about issuing and managing their own coin.

"Hmm..."

He stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Not a bad idea. Sounds good. Let's do it. Prepare a report on coin creation and operations."

"...Understood."

Han Jiyu sighed inwardly. Her mouth had run ahead of her—tossing out an idea that just piled on more work.

"How's the mining farm coming along?"

"Yes, progressing smoothly."

Jinseong planned to sink about 10 billion won into a Bitcoin mining operation. Reports indicated mining costs were still dirt cheap since Bitcoin was so new.

And.

He'd already bought 100,000 Bitcoins. At around 130,000 won each, totaling 13.2 billion won.

I'd love to buy more Bitcoin, but...

Tesla had put additional purchases on hold. He was short on funds for the Tesla investment too. In fact, Jinseong was scouting additional loans to pour as much as possible into Tesla.

"Thank you for another great day. I'll head out now."

"President, good work today. Drive safe."

Jinseong bid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠farewell to the office staff and headed home. In his arms was a petite potted love flower.

He climbed into his beloved Avante.

The Benz Ayoung gifted me should be ready next week at the earliest, the week after at the latest.

Avante it was until then. He'd matched couple cars with Ayoung—gray for him, yellow for her.

He drove carefully.

Oh? That looks tasty!

En route, he spotted a tongdak joint—not branded chicken, but old-school whole fried chicken.

Bet it's delicious.

He couldn't just pass it by. He preferred branded stuff usually, but sometimes old-style tongdak or electric-roast whole chickens hit the spot.

"Two whole chickens, please."

"Sure thing, sir!"

"Sauce and pickled radish too."

One chicken per person was the golden rule.

"Got draft beer by any chance?"

"Nope, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no draft here."

"Too bad."

He grabbed canned beer from the convenience store next door.

"Chickens are up!"

"Thanks. Enjoy your meal."

"Thanks! Come again."

Bag in hand, Jinseong glanced at the lady owner's profile.

Man... there sure are a lot of geniuses in this world...

He set the bag on the passenger seat.

Smells amazing. Gotta hurry home.

He parked in his apartment lot.

"Whoa?!"

Turning off the engine and unbuckling, as he stepped out—

Twinkle twinkle—!! The love flower glowed pink.

Its bud began to bloom.

Bloom—!

The love flower fully blossomed, unfurling beautiful pale pink petals.

The four love flowers that had bloomed fully—one of them wilted.

First reward: points.

500 points? Jackpot!

Investing 120 points for a 500-point return meant a 380-point profit.

One of the remaining three flowers wilted.

Second reward: a sex-related item.

Whoa! Scored a great one.

One of the two remaining flowers wilted.

Third reward: a talent-related item.

Wow! Insane...!! Amazing item.

The final flower wilted.

The love flower's stem gradually wilted, crumbling to dust and vanishing. Only the small empty pot remained.

"Jackpot. Whoa, this is huge."

Way better than he'd imagined.

"Nice! Yes!"

He clenched his fist with a grin.

He arrived at Miyeon's apartment, hot tongdak and cold beer bags in hand.

Shaaaa—! Shower sounds from the bathroom.

Click—! The door opened. Wet-haired Miyeon peeked out.

"You're here?"

"Yeah. Mid-shower?"

"Yep. All done. One sec."

Jinseong set the bags on the table.

Guess I should wash up too.

Miyeon's place had three bathrooms—one off the living room, one in the master, one in the second bedroom.

He stripped and entered.

Miyeon, lathering body wash, looked startled at Jinseong.

"Let's shower together."

"No way. Embarrassing. Use another one."

"Nah. I wanna shower with you."

"Ugh... seriously... such a perv."

He slyly groped her breasts, thighs, and ass.

Miyeon washed him. Shampooed his hair, soaped his body.

"Our aspiring top actress washing me? Honored."

"Feel honored. Not many girls scrub their boyfriend this thoroughly."

She even did his feet. Shower done.

"Whoa? You got tongdak?"

"Yeah."

"Looks yummy. I love tongdak."

Surprisingly, Miyeon preferred tongdak over branded chicken.

Drying hair with a towel, they set the tongdak on the table. TV on, cans cracked.

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Clink.

"Ahh, hits the spot. Amazing."

"Whoa, love this. Best ever."

Post-work shower and canned beer? Nothing beat it.

"Holy crap? This tongdak is so good!"

"Right? Place is legit."

"Crispy outside, juicy inside. Perfect."

"Good call getting two. Yeah?"

"Great sense. Well done!"

Felt like a personal brand, but tastier than most joints. Especially the generous fried whole garlic, green ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠onions, onions, peas inside boosting the flavor.

"Whoa, stuffed... Haven't eaten this well in ages."

"Me too. Spot's a keeper. Gotta come back often."

Meal over.

"Filming today?"

"Yeah, drama shoot."

"Fun?"

"Super. Felt rewarding and fun."

"The coin exchange today..."

They shared their days at length.

He pulled Miyeon into an embrace. Eyes closed, lips met. Chicken scent on her breath.

"Haa... Shall I fetch it?"

"Yeah. Crawl for it."

"Ugh... yesss..."

Miyeon got on all fours, crawling to the bedroom.

At the door, she rose up, bit the knob, turned it down.

Crawl crawl. Into the bedroom.

Scraaape. Drawer soon after.

Crawl crawl. Back out, switch in her mouth.

Crawled to sofa-sitting Jinseong, lifted head, offered the switch.

"Want the switch?"

Nod nod. Nodded with switch in mouth.

Drool. Saliva dripped.

"Keep the switch in your mouth."

Jinseong pulled out his dick. Not hard yet. Stroked it firm.

Thwack—! Thwack—! Tapped her forehead with it.

"Haa..."

Face flushed with shame, trembling finely—aroused by the hits.

Jinseong took the switch, pressed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dick to her mouth.

"Suck."

Miyeon looked up desperately. Utterly aroused, craving spanking over fellatio.

"Cum in 30 min: 1 hit. 20 min: 2 hits. 10 min: 3 hits. 5 min: 5 hits."

"O... okay..."

She took it in her mouth.