Sora's Affair

PaprikaTV.

Something had been rising at a blistering pace lately.

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Crypto.

It had been riding a social wave of late. But the real buzz came from somewhere else entirely.

Star balloons were exploding. The top-tier BJs' balloon intake had clearly spiked. And the reason was gradually coming to light.

People who'd made money off crypto had become PaprikaTV's new big spenders.

They wanted attention. Once they had money, they wanted to splash it around. They took everything they'd only ever imagined and put it into practice. The sudden flood of big spenders was no coincidence.

Most of them flocked to the famous BJs — the ones worth bragging about.

A few sharp BJs were reaping the benefits — streaming from a crypto investor's point of view.

Crypto streams. Of course they already existed. But a camgirl doing them gave the whole thing a different meaning.

It was the same as gaming streams. Skilled BJs had their fans, but the hopelessly bad ones had a market of their own. And a camgirl on top of that? A girl doing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crypto? Lonely crypto investors ate that up.

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The reactions pulled in their own crowd. Plenty of people threw balloons just to watch the motorcycle dance.

Yuming's stream was growing at a breakneck pace — viewers and star balloons alike.

Should I make her try female-dominant next time?

He was watching the broadcast. The way she handled that motorcycle dance, she looked like she'd nail anything he ordered her to do.

"Sunbae, you watch this kind of stuff?"

"You look like you'd do this kind of stuff yourself."

"You want me to hit you?"

Sora had shown up at his place. He'd left the door unlocked, and once again she'd slipped in like a little rat.

I left it open on purpose, though.

She hadn't been over since that day. Things had gotten a little awkward. Their conversations still ran the same as always — with one difference.

"You come over to give me a kiss?"

"I'm not giving you one."

"What? Why not!"

"You don't need to know, sunbae."

Her guard was up. She held her phone over her lips like a shield.

She brings something delicious and just teases me with it?

Worse torture than not sharing a single bite of ramen. Why was she suddenly like this?

"You do it every day — why not now?"

"I'm just not in the mood, okay?"

"You menstruating from your mouth?"

"Want me to make you spit blood from yours?"

If she were simply angry, that would be one thing. The problem was she wouldn't allow any skinship at all.

And after I made her feel so good!

She'd enjoyed everything there was to enjoy and now she was pulling this. He was the one who'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠taken the loss, frankly. He hadn't even gotten it in.

Honestly, sleeping with Yoo-min had felt a little like a substitute for Sora.

"I'm gonna smoke."

"Don't."

"You're not kissing me."

"Just hold on a little longer, seriously."

She came up behind his chair and wrapped her arms around him tight. The soft press of her chest — almost touching, almost not — only made him hungrier.

Guess she hasn't figured out what I was really doing.

Quasi-sexual contact. His grand plan to develop Sora's body step by step. She was so naive he'd pushed a little past the line. He'd been thinking he got away with it, too.

"Last time I came to your place."

"Yeah?"

"You kept groping my stomach. After that my body felt weird……."

"S-so?"

She was getting to the point. The part that made him nervous. He'd been pawing at her under the excuse of explaining charts.

No, she was getting off so hard.

It had almost felt like she was seducing him on purpose. So he'd responded as gentlemanly as he could. Nothing was said on the way out. Maybe she'd gone home and started thinking about it differently.

He swallowed hard and waited for her answer — whether she'd liked what she felt, or despised it.

"My stomach hurt all day."

"Did you take a massive dump?"

"You fucking bastard."

Still no deeper thoughts. She just complained that her condition had been terrible.

Yeah, your stomach cramps when you orgasm that hard.

Limits of knowledge. Sora apparently couldn't find any other explanation. How that led to a kissing strike, he couldn't quite follow — but he didn't need to.

"It's because you keep touching me however you want, sunbae."

"So what? It's not like anything's even rubbing."

"It is rubbing?!"

She wasn't letting him off the hook completely. Things had been building up. She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him, cheeks slightly puffed out.

God, they really are fucking huge.

Yoo-min's were pretty big too — too big for one hand, spilling out between his fingers. With Sora, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had to change his whole grip. Hold them sideways just to get a handle on them.

"You felt good too."

"Th-that's not the point."

"So you did feel good. If it felt good, why pull away?"

"……."

The texture was springy, too. For something that massive, they never felt heavy.

A body like that going to waste without sex is a loss for humanity.

She needed to start breeding, and soon. Leave more descendants. As a man, he was more than willing to cooperate.

"Sunbae."

"Yeah?"

"Why do you keep doing that stuff to me?"

"I'm not allowed to?"

"That kind of thing…… is something people who like each other do."

Sora was laying out her true feelings. He'd figured this conversation was coming eventually.

She's not wrong.

Calling it simple skinship was a stretch — he'd crossed the line. Blaming it on cigarettes and whatever else was excessive. Capacity limit reached. What exactly was their relationship supposed to be? She'd clearly been stewing on it for days.

"Well, I do like you."

"M-me?"

"Your body."

"!!"

If he had his way, he'd just take her. Knock her up first — Sora, who didn't even know what contraception was.

Wouldn't that make her get dirty even faster?

A twenty-one-year-old dripping with married-woman sensuality. The idea was extremely appealing. But she was the type who ate a lot of serious meals. She'd definitely make ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his life hell demanding he take responsibility.

"Sunbae, are you that shallow of a person?"

"You didn't know?"

"……I mean, I knew, but still."

"Still what?"

"People have a minimum line they're supposed to keep."

Unlike Yoo-min, she actually had ability. If he ghosted her after, it might open Rachel Season 2.

That could be fun in its own way.

Ideally, he wanted to keep a good relationship. She was a prized disciple he was carefully raising. If they started having sex at the office, she'd be lethal. But there were things a man simply couldn't give up.

"Do you maybe like me, little sis?"

"!!"

"If you do, I could date you."

"Absolutely not! Why would I like someone as much of a mess as you, with a personality that broken—"

Men and women. Decades into a marriage, people still argued over who made the first move. He was going to make sure she came on to him first.

That way she can't complain even if I cheat.

As an investor, diversification wasn't optional. Portfolio management was the most basic of basics.

"Sunbae, I'm really disappointed in you."

"I'm disappointed too."

"I'm not kissing you until you change your attitude. Hmph!"

He wasn't desperate for a woman right now. He could go a while without having Sora.

She's not ripe yet anyway.

She had talent, but she was twenty. Body and mind both needed time to mature.

"Then I'm not answering your questions either."

"That's so mean."

"Yep. Mean."

"Meanypants."

She puffed her cheeks out like a child. Her mind hadn't caught up to her body yet. He didn't want to jump her right this second. Sora still needed to grow more.

Having a kid would be one way, but…

There were other methods — gathering experience. The world had more than one man. She'd form all kinds of relationships. The more she did, the more mature allure she'd accumulate.

"There are plenty of other people I can ask besides you, sunbae."

"That so?"

"There's the analyst teacher, and I just joined a study group too."

"Then go ask them."

"Ugh!"

She was properly sulking. She stomped out, slamming the door with a bang. They probably wouldn't even talk for a while.

Sora having an affair is kind of hot, actually.

A woman only got tastier once she started cheating.