I'll Borrow Your Girlfriend
Crypto.
Sora had picked up a thing or two watching over someone's shoulder.
He definitely said you do it by reading the chart, right?
The answer lived in the movement of the chart.
Truth be told, she didn't care for that kind of talk. Immediate ups and downs. She preferred interpreting the market from clear, solid grounds.
But there was a world of difference between not doing something and not being able to do it. As a trader, you had to know how to scalp, too.
For now, let's try trading off the support line.
Support line. The line that held up a falling stock price and stopped the decline. Its opposite was the resistance line. Where you drew support and where you drew resistance came down to the investor's skill.
She swallowed hard.
And luck. Even Chanuk admitted you couldn't take luck out of the equation. How would the price move? Sora stared a hole through the Bitcoin chart.
Thankfully, a green candle shot upward. The anxiety flooding Sora's face melted into a bright smile.
Two hours of part-time work, copied in an instant. She tasted a small rush of pleasure.
This is way too tiny, though.
Barely five minutes of profit. But for Sora, who had already tasted a far greater high, it wasn't enough.
She eyed another entry angle. Support and resistance. And the trend line. She was reading the bigger flow — which way the market would move over the long haul.
If I'm right…
The support and resistance she'd just mapped had held. From that information, she could extrapolate. An uptrend. Maybe, after the next support, a massive green candle would blow through.
She swallowed hard.
It was only a thought. She had no way of knowing how it would actually play out. It could grind higher, forming new support and resistance as it went. Or it could drop.
Her prediction landed. The price erupted in a sudden, violent surge.
Ah— aah!
A full-body shiver ran through her. An investor felt pleasure when a prediction came true — and the bigger the move, the deeper the rush. Thick, towering green candles stabbed up through the chart.
She took the profit. It was electric. She was starting to understand why her senior scalped the way he did.
It felt so much better when I did it with him, though…
Still not enough. And Sora had a pretty good idea why.
She swallowed hard — and dumped an enormous sum in all at once. The green candles were far more massive now; just looking at them made her heart pound.
If I bet more money too…
Maybe she could feel that same high again. High on the rush, Sora threw herself back into the trade. Buy. Sell. Repeat. Five hours slipped by like that. She'd done nothing but sit in a chair and trade, and she was completely drained.
I lost a little at the end, but… I still made two hundred thousand won.
It was worth it. A solid profit. Sora let out a full-body shout of joy. For the first time, she had scored a meaningful win on a scalp. Her method had been right.
And it felt good.
She'd traded again and again. Every time a green candle rocketed up, her whole body burned with excitement. Betting everything you had on a single call — it delivered a pleasure on a completely different level from ordinary trading. So much so that the excitement spilled over into her body.
Without realizing it, her hand had drifted to a very private place.
Ugh… this makes me look like a total pervert.
But she couldn't stop. Her body, already flushed past the point of no return, was begging for the heat to be put out.
Traders get turned on looking at big, beautiful charts.
Her senior's words surfaced out of nowhere. What was happening to her was inevitable.
That… was worth getting excited over.
Huge, thick green candles. Not a gradual climb — a single explosive dump of price action. She'd tasted it three times. So this wasn't weird.
"Haa… haa…"
Sora's breathing grew ragged. Every nerve in her body was pooling downward. She traced over her sensitized underwear. On a normal day, that alone would have been enough.
No. Not enough. I need something sharper, something that actually hits…
That sensation of something flooding through her whole body. She couldn't forget the day she'd traded with her senior. She'd tried hard to suppress it. But her body, lit up by the trading, remembered — that there was a better pleasure than this.
On the off chance, she ran a search.
She hadn't expected to end up doing something like this. But curiosity had climbed all the way to her throat.
I'm just looking. Just looking.
Ways to feel good. There might be more than just touching.
1. Hand masturbation
2. Sex toys
3. Edge / corner masturbation
There it was. Sora eagerly scanned the entire KkeoraWiki entry.
It says using a toy is good? A toy?
Her eyes snagged on one section. Reading about it alone, she couldn't picture it at all. Click, click — she searched. Hideous objects shaped like a man's cock filled the screen. Even how to buy them. Surprisingly, they were sold right out in the open on shopping sites.
Would you like to purchase this item?
YES | NO
Pay the money and it was yours. Her finger was halfway to clicking before she caught herself.
Okay, that's a little much…
She snapped back to her senses. She wasn't enough of a pervert to buy something like that. And even if she did, she wouldn't know how to use it. According to the instructions, you put it inside.
Whoosh — she washed her hands thoroughly. Back in her seat, Sora put the idea into practice.
Mm. Mmm…
Carefully, she slipped a finger in. Warmth. Then she touched something firm. Half a knuckle. It wouldn't go any farther. Even when she forced it —
Ow! That hurts. That doesn't feel good at all.
Her thighs trembled. She stuck her hips back and hunched over until the pain faded. On the monitor, toys far bigger, far thicker, and far uglier than her finger stared back at her.
She swallowed hard. She couldn't even begin to imagine putting one of those in. Sora decided to look for another method — one that didn't hurt, and one that still felt like it could pass for normal.
Fantasy.
She rubbed herself imagining someone she liked going down on her.
What's cunnilingus? And I don't even really have anyone I like…
Neither half of that landed. But then, suddenly, Chanuk's face floated up. Come to think of it — there had been a time. That day her touching had felt strangely better than usual.
She threw herself onto the bed. Reaching out, her hand found a life-sized plush bigger than a person.
I bought this to blow off steam.
Lately there'd been plenty of reasons. She'd needed something to take it out on. So she'd bought a giant plush — a big, soft bear.
Thump. Thump. She hit it. Stomped it. Then wrapped her whole body around it.
Thinking about punishing my senior…
It felt weirdly good. Her chest, crushed against the plush, delivered a strange, pleasant pressure. Sora tormented the bear harder. The more she did, the more pleasure welled up from deep inside.
So it works with someone you want to punish, not just someone you like? Whatever.
Stress relief and a two-for-one deal. She slammed her desire honestly into the bear plush. Her body burned hotter and hotter with excitement. At last she reached a line she could be satisfied with.
"Senior… next time, don't do that, okay? You got it?"
She felt languid. Sora slowly caught her breath, gazing at the bear with a tender look. Imagining she'd punished her senior brought a mental satisfaction, too. At the same time, another thought rose.
She swallowed hard.
If it had been the real senior… wouldn't it have felt even better?
I made a promise with him.
The winner got to make the other do whatever they said. He hadn't specified what. So maybe it was possible — punishing her senior the way she'd punished this bear.
Tie him to a chair with rope. Stop that filthy mouth of his from talking…
She would win the crypto match, no matter what. And she would reform her senior. She was already looking forward to that day.
Sora clamped her thighs tight around the bear.
Ah. It's ruined.
Stuffing spilled out.
Achoo!
Fall was creeping in.
I'm getting the chills.
The air had a bite to it. Students' outfits were shifting little by little. Skirts were getting longer. Summer had been great, but there was nothing you could do about it. Cold weather made people dress more conservatively.
"So?"
"I was wrong. I know I was wrong, but…"
"That's how someone who messed up acts? Fine. Whatever. I get it."
"Nooo, that's not what I—!"
Not everyone, though. One couple was fighting without the slightest regard for anyone around them.
The girl looks like she's got a bit of a temper.
Long blonde hair. A skirt short enough to show thigh. A little bit of a delinquent vibe.
"It's way too short."
"And?"
"You could wear something else. And your hair, if you could maybe…"
"Since when do you care that much about what I do?"
The guy clearly didn't like it. The girlfriend showed zero interest in compromising.
She's gone full gaslight mode.
The second it turned into an emotional fight, the actual point shot off to another galaxy. Sure enough, he started floundering. The girl whipped her head around and stormed off. He chased after her, but she wasn't in a mood to answer.
She looks like a total slut from here.
I couldn't figure out why he was clinging like that. Maybe she was incredible in bed. Even from a distance, her body was good. The chest was a little lacking, but her skin was pale and her legs weren't bad.
She was coming this way. Her face was pretty solid, too.
My eyes met the delinquent girl's.
"Suhyun?"
"Ah, oppa."
That was my towel she was wearing.