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“He’s trying to control everything too much. Seonghyun. Stop looking at the charts all the time and take a break.”

“Um…?”

“What do you think your biggest strength is?”

“What is it?”

“Your strength is that you don’t make value judgments.”

Sometimes he would talk nonsense. No, actually, he never said anything useful.

“What do you mean by value judgments?”

“It’s like this is right, that’s wrong. This is bad for this reason, and that’s good for that reason.”

“But don’t I make value judgments too?”

“You’re much more vague about it than others. You don’t feel unjust when the stock price goes down, and you don’t feel happy when it goes up. To make use of that strength… don’t obsess over it.”

“…”

“Hey. You’re already gifted. Give it your best shot.”

With that, he lit up a cigarette and puffed away. I took a short break and asked.

“So, what exactly do I need to do?”

I stared at the stock chart until my eyes hurt.

Memories of my past life came to mind. I actually lived with blurry vision, constantly pouring artificial tears next to my desk.

I lived with a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

“Did I give away too much information?”

The stocks I had told Yoo Seoyoung about were definitely stocks that could make ten times the profit in a day. Stocks that always jumped after an oil shock.

It was ridiculous to earn a million won with just a few ticks, and with a little luck, you could make billions even with just a small investment.

“But… it’s not easy for ordinary people to handle.”

I felt a little regret.

Insights and future predictions of a returnee who had worked in an investment company – a kind of cheat code.

If Yoo Seoyoung had a strong mentality and good luck, making money in such situations would be too easy.

“Oh… I’m nervous.”

In the basement of the villa I had built, I stared at the cold, flickering fluorescent light.

“If things go wrong, it might not be Yoo Seoyoung who ends up here… it might be me.”

There was a rocking horse that had arrived yesterday and was already set up…

I wasn’t sure if I should keep it here.

“I could climb on top of this.”

A rocking horse made to protect Yoo Seoyoung’s private parts.

The saddle with gray bumps made of material that could support a lot of weight when I pressed the remote control button, it made a whirring sound. It could support my weight even if I gained a lot.

That part was fine.

The problem was that if Yoo Seoyoung made good investments, I would end up on top. Probably my anus would be destroyed instead of her private parts.

My pores shrank.

“Please, please, fuck off. Yoo Seoyoung.”

Actually, making 160 billion with 10 billion and losing 100 billion was no big deal.

In the end, it was a complete success, not a loss.

“But Yoo Seoyoung probably can’t think that way.”

I looked at the chart window.

And then-

“Oh.”

A graph with a textbook-like shape was so beautiful and alluring.

It seemed to only go up.

If you had studied even a little bit.

If you had analyzed the patterns even a bit – there was a signal that you must buy.

“Yoo Seoyoung has a good memory.”

She must have read futures and options books all day long. Those dark circles were the kind that could only be formed by working overtime.

“Wow.”

And of course, she would see it too.

It was a chart that instilled an animalistic intuition. This company’s options were going to skyrocket. They claimed.

“Ha…haha. Ah… I’m going crazy.”

Crazy laughter bubbled up from my stomach.

Yoo Seoyoung.

If you’re smart, you must have entered now.

Because it’s a perfect pattern.

Because there’s definitely a profitable period.

“Seonghyun. Do you think smart people or stupid people will have the upper hand in the stock market?”

“Smart people, of course.”

“Haha…hahaha.”

I laughed.

A deep chuckle bubbled up. Surviving on this floor wasn’t about being smart or well-educated.

“They all die.”

100%.

Only genius gamblers remain, continuing the gamble of death on this floor.

“And…”

Even those genius gamblers.

Will eventually die.

.

.

.

Yoo Seoyoung’s heart raced fiercely.

“…Enough.”

The market that Baek Seonghyun had informed her about.

The graph drew a beautiful pattern, racing upwards.

The sound of money swelling could be heard.

From 100 billion to 130 billion.

The tide was rising.

From 130 billion to 90 billion.

The ebb was flowing out.

The waves were slowly pulling up her money.

“Ah…”

With each fluctuation of the graph, her heart pounded as if it would shatter.

With a hundred billion, she didn’t even bother looking at the graph.

“Ah…ah…”

Yoo Seoyoung gritted her teeth, staring at the chart.

And then-

From 90 billion to 150 billion.

It was a large sum of money.

No, using the weak word ‘large’ wouldn’t do justice to the astronomical amount of money. She had made money.

“Damn…should I take profit?”

A curse word slipped out of her mind. Yoo Seoyoung pondered whether she should take profit here.

Selling at 150 billion would be profitable enough. Selling at 150 billion and touching another market could be the right decision.

“No. I need to stay focused.”

Yoo Seoyoung whipped herself mentally.

Suppressing her emotions and desires desperately, she looked at the chart coldly.

A typical strategy pattern.

The graph would drop here once, then rise again.

“Please…”

150 billion dropped back to 80 billion.

Yoo Seoyoung felt like she was going to die now.

It wasn’t her fault, but didn’t 20 billion disappear in an instant?

When a person fixated on one thing, they tended to deteriorate.

People who used their bodies as tools, burning everything down, may shine brightly on the outside, but inside, they were rotten.

In real-time, Yoo Seoyoung was becoming like that.

“Ah, damn. Should I have taken profit and re-entered?”

Her heart fluttered with each tick upwards and downwards.

100 billion.

100 billion.

A sum of money that someone couldn’t earn in a lifetime.

It was in the palm of her hand, and she could lose it in an instant.

If she did well, it could become a trillion.

If she didn’t, it could become a million.

A tension she had never experienced before dominated her body, and her heart raced wildly.

And finally.

“Ah! Ahhh…”

The graph started to rise, emitting red candlesticks.

80 billion was restored to 100 billion.

“Don’t think. Don’t, think.”

Anxiety disorder engulfed her.

Could the suddenly appearing 100 billion drop to 10 billion?

“Don’t, think.”

Futile hope tempted her. Could this option suddenly become a trillion?

It was entirely possible. It was written in the options book she read. But-

The graph showed a slight downward movement.

“…”

She held her heart and took a deep breath. She couldn’t stay in her right mind any longer.

A huge bearish candlestick emerged.

Her 100 billion became 70 billion.

“…?”

“No, right?”

Anxiety.

Insane anxiety consumed her.

To sell, she had to do it now.

She couldn’t bear any more losses.

70 billion became 50 billion.

“No. Yoo Seoyoung. Endure. Please…”

The thought of selling now to minimize losses and the thought that if she endured, she would hit the jackpot coexisted in her mind.

She trusted her own mind.

Suppressing her racing heart thoroughly.

She applied the patterns she had learned to the graph in front of her.

It was clear.

That pattern was correct.

Head and Shoulders pattern.

From the valley point, it was going to skyrocket to the sky.

Baek Seong-hyun, did he keep doing this?

For the first time, she thought that her boss was admirable. Beyond just being cool and impressive. And then-

“Ah…”

Tears of joy streamed down Yoo Seo-young’s eyes.

50 billion became 160 billion.

“Just a little more.”

She wiped her tears with a tissue and took a can of beer from the fridge.

The buying force was coming in like crazy.

170 billion, 180 billion.

And then.

The graph stopped there.

“This, I’ll break through 200 billion.”

What would Baek Seong-hyun say? What play should she make for him?

With a trembling smile, she thought about what deal to make with this money.

At that moment.

-Creak.

It sounded like that effect.

170 billion started to fall.

“No.”

Her mind questioned.

Why?

She followed the pattern from the textbook exactly, why isn’t it going all the way?

“If it falls here, it can’t.”

It was different from the pattern.

She thought she should pull out now and as soon as she moved the mouse.

“No.”

The contents of the book on call options were interfering with the judgment of the contents of the book on put options.

“What should I do?”

Dozens of pieces of knowledge tangled in her head.

“Ah…”

And the world didn’t allow for that gap.

10 billion.

She lost 90 billion within 20 minutes.

“Aaah-”

It was either a groan or a scream, it was hard to tell.

“No, it can’t fall further. Sell here, buy again when it goes up… Preserve the principal…”

She pressed the sell button in a panic.

Sell.

10 billion fell from her hands.

“Sh…it…”

Her heart plummeted. It was pounding like crazy.

She cried as she looked at that stock.

And-

-Bang!

Suddenly.

The candlestick chart started to light up. The price of call options was skyrocketing like crazy.

She tried to bite her lip and endure it, but.

“Why…”

As soon as she bought, the stock price started to drop again.

“Why does it go down when I buy? The price?”

A few hours later.

When 10 billion became 1 billion.

Her eyes were completely lifeless.

Guilt engulfed her.

“100 billion, turned into, 1 billion?”

Tears streamed down her face.

The amount that could buy ten houses – shattered at the tip of Yoo Seo-young’s fingers.

There is no mercy in the options market.

Her money didn’t survive in the waves of the market that multiplied and destroyed it by percentage.

She stared at the monitor with a hopeless expression.

Dark despair began to rise in her heart.

“Seong-hyun… me.”

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry. She thought. Even though Baek Seong-hyun might have wanted this – money was precious to her.

When her family abused her.

When she studied for the civil service exam alone, money never betrayed her.

But – she lost 100 billion.

“Ah…”

The anxiety of losing 100 billion.

And the crimson despair of becoming a debtor overnight filled her heart.

“…Me…”

And so. While she was despairing in front of the monitor.

Suddenly, the price of the options started to rise. She instinctively stared at the graph.

“Yeah… it’s not over yet. This is a trap pattern.”

A typical trap pattern that goes up and then drops. She gritted her teeth and resisted buying.

The price kept going up.

“Huh?”

30 billion.

The graph stopped there.

“Should I buy one?”

But she didn’t buy.

And then – the price started to rise.

The tick kept going up. If she hadn’t sold until now – she could have easily earned over 300 billion.

“Why.”

With her legs giving out, Yu Seo-yeong hesitated and sat down.

She had hoped for the prices of stocks to drop, but ultimately, that time never came.

…

…

And so it was.

Her spirit was worn out.

“Sigh… Did I do the right thing by taking it? Going, going, gone?”

Yu Seo-yeong wandered around the faculty dormitory, trembling hands grabbing a pill.

And with water, she swallowed it down in one gulp.

It wasn’t the antidepressant prescribed by the psychiatrist.

It was a contraceptive pill.

…

…

“Please… Yu Seo-yeong! Fail!”

I was praying in the room. It was exhilarating.

Smart and well-studied individuals couldn’t survive on this floor.

No matter how many patterns and predictions they memorized… in the end, those who shook money from above knew them all too.

“Yeah. That’s the trap.”

Various patterns.

Techniques like “This is how you strategize.”

Those manipulating stocks with money already knew all those techniques.

There was no fight to be had.

In the first place, the stock market was a place where even a monkey could easily fleece and drive a 10-year trader to suicide.

So who was the winner?

The lucky ones.

“I wonder what happened to Yu Seo-yeong.”

Filled with anticipation, I lay down on the couch.

It was thrilling.

If she really made 20 billion… I would become her slave.

And if she lost the money… she would become my slave.

This fact was too thrilling and fun.

Every moment waiting for her was happy.

“I’m so lucky to have met you.”

And so, not every moment could be fun.

That was when it happened.

-Ding dong.

“Who is it.”

I couldn’t contain my boiling laughter and approached the front door. Then I looked outside through the peephole.

“Oh…”

Just by looking at her expression, I knew.

I had won this bet.

Even though I lost a hundred billion, well… so what.

I gave Yu Seo-yeong deep despair. Debt is an asset anyway. And the guilt she feels is also an asset to me.

I admired her beautiful figure.

Wearing a trench coat, half in tears, with ruined makeup, she stood outside the front door.

“Your makeup isn’t even smudged.”

Defeat.

Despair.

Slave.

Yet her full makeup was truly beautiful. I told her to come sexy and provocative, and today’s appearance was truly captivating.

Beautiful.

“Who are you?”

“I’m… your slave… sir.”

A weak response. Her voice was filled with undeniable resentment and humiliation.

Now, what will happen.

Unbearable anxiety and fear.

A half-mixed cry of anticipation for the miserable downfall and pleasure she will experience.

Smiling, I opened the front door.

“Teacher. What happened?”

“…”

“Come on. Don’t be too burdened and tell me.”

“…I… I have… only 20 million left…”

“…”

“…Yes…”

She sniffled. Her voice was rough with emotion.

I… I won.

“How did that happen?”

“It was a good pattern… I’m sure of it…”

Laughter bubbled up inside me.

“Of course. The powers that be know that pattern too.”

At that, her eyes filled with despair.

“Sob… Sob… Then… what should I do…”

I embraced her warmly. She was melting in my arms. Holding onto Yu Seo-yeong’s nape firmly, I said softly.

“Seo-yeong.”

I was already feeling good.

“Follow me.”

Taking her hand tenderly. But my heart was pounding hard. My steps were quick.

I opened the door to the basement.

Dark and gloomy basement.

As the air conditioner turned on, a low hum filled the room.

-Thud.

And then.

As the thick soundproofed iron door closed, Yoo Seo-yeong’s shoulders twitched upwards.

-Click.

She locked the door with a key.

She looked back with an anxious expression, biting her lower lip.

Of course.

Her facial expression was filled with despair, but-

Her cheeks were already flushed.

-Thump.

Turning on the white fluorescent light, the interior of the basement, resembling a torture chamber, was revealed. Pale and plastic-like lighting.

“Ha…”

Yoo Seo-yeong’s heartbeat could be heard all the way here. Her fear and guilt were quite satisfying.

“Yoo Seo-yeong.”

“Yes… Master.”

She spoke as if melting or sobbing.

“Undress.”

“…Yes.”

As she took off her trench coat,

A bright naked body was revealed.

A black collar was hanging around her neck, as if begging for punishment.

It was obvious that she had deliberately dressed up to please her Master.

Her well-shaped breasts and slightly trimmed pubic hair were clearly visible.

-Swish.

The sound of the trench coat falling.

It was the sound of her life spiraling downwards.

I called her name.

“Yoo Seo-yeong…”

A faint smile appeared on the lewd slave who was looking at me.