The Importance of Psychology
Psychology.
In investing, it matters far more than most people ever imagine.
"Getting the idea now?"
"Sort of."
"What exactly do you get?"
"That you can diamond-hand forever if you just cover the losses with star balloons!"
Sora still didn't look convinced.
How perfectly suited female streaming was as a profession for investors.
No, let's be real—it's pure honey.
Lose money, and you earn it right back the same way. Make money, and they throw a celebration for you.
No—the big whales themselves start pouring in. People who struck it rich overnight with coins.
Lately the gifts have been coming in sweet.
She'd been bragging that the haul had multiplied several times over. Even before, the income hadn't been small.
"That's exactly why it's good. You can invest without your hands shaking from anxiety."
"That's not earning it with skill!"
"Still don't get the ninety-nine percent, huh."
"Hey."
Stable income. No matter what the market does, you can at least avoid taking a loss.
That's how you keep your heart from getting jerked around by every little uptick and dip.
Of course it was an extreme example. Jobs as specialized as female streaming didn't exactly grow on trees. But the core point was still true.
In investing, psychology can never be brushed aside.
"You said you expected coins to rise, right?"
"……I did."
"If you'd had some other income stream, you could've stayed a little calmer, couldn't you?"
"I'll give you that."
She was puffing out her cheeks. Pride was one thing, but her head nodded honestly.
Not quite battle-hardened, but…
Sora had been through her share of experiences. Calling her well-seasoned for a twenty-year-old wouldn't be an exaggeration. Especially that first time. The days she couldn't even leave the house afterward still left a scar.
"So these days I'm being careful. Only trading with my own money."
"Getting wrecked until you're flat as a pancake finally taught you something."
"?"
Invest with other people's money and even a tiny drop makes you panic. Because any loss has to be covered out of your own pocket.
Side income outside of investing works the same way.
People who only make money from investing have zero breathing room. When they get bag-held, the opportunity-cost risk is huge. Have other income and suddenly you have margin. In a pinch you can ignore the stock account entirely and just focus on your real job.
"This part is surprisingly huge."
"Really?"
"Nine out of ten full-time traders fail for psychological reasons."
"Oh……."
Investing isn't just technique. Beyond study and experience, one more thing is required.
Managing your own mental state is part of an investor's virtue.
The legends of Wall Street. Their lives look nothing like the billionaire fantasy ordinary people imagine. Frugality, faith, charity—they're strict with themselves. That's mental management too.
"I think I've heard that before."
"Yeah, I told you last time."
"Doesn't seem to apply to you, though, senior."
"……."
And me? I chase women. Those guys are old fossils; I'm young, so of course there's a difference.
Anyway, the goal is the same.
The human mind is incomplete. An investor has to manage their own mentality just as tightly.
"Honestly, Sora's prettier."
"That's a bit much."
"Your tit—… no, your chest is way bigger too."
"You fucking bastard."
That's why side income is necessary. I hoped Sora would consider it positively.
She knows she's pretty, deep down.
That contradictory feeling of not wanting to use her looks. I understood it. She wanted her ability recognized. But refusing to use a talent you have is just stupid.
"So you want me to become a female streamer?"
"Yeah."
"As the prize for winning the bet……."
"That's not it."
"?"
From behind the chair I caught Sora's slender neck. Warm blood pulsed under my fingers along her carotid.
That's it. Tilt your head back.
I felt her heartbeat quicken. The closer our lips drew—
Smack!
Just a light taste. That alone left Sora flustered and not knowing what to do with herself.
"I'm going to make you my woman."
"Th-that's going too far."
"Just for today is fine, right? Hmm?"
I squeezed her thin shoulders. Her body heat and pulse kept climbing.
Damn, that cleavage is ridiculously deep.
If it were up to me I'd put her on stream too. With Yoo-min's help it wouldn't be hard. But if she herself hated it? Keeping a broadcast going would obviously be impossible.
"J-just one day?"
"Yeah."
"And the sexual stuff is a little……."
"If Sora doesn't want it, I won't."
In that case I'd start by developing her sensuality first. Everything is hardest the first time.
Sorry to Sora's parents.
I only wanted to put their daughter's talent to proper use.
I got Sora's permission.
Click!
I dressed her in the clothes I'd prepared. She didn't seem like the type to own anything suitable for a date.
"I put it on, but……."
"Oh."
"This doesn't really suit me……."
"It fucking suits you perfectly."
"Kyaa!"
A dark-toned dress. The sheer panel over the chest was for Sora, who still wasn't used to exposure. Even so, those breasts refused to lose their presence. She was also wearing the necklace I'd given her.
Looking like this makes me want to skip the date and just fuck her right now.
I pulled Sora tightly into my arms. No usual resistance, no pouncing—just trembling sweetly against my chest.
"What are we going to do?"
"Date."
"How far are we going?"
"Hotel."
"You're awful."
Lately she'd gotten a little full of herself. A few kisses and she thought she could devour her sky-high oppa.
Yeah. This is the proper order.
When I slipped an arm around her slim waist she looked flustered. Only after a few steps did she take hold of my arm.
"First time dating?"
"……Yes."
"Okay if you give your first to oppa?"
"Don't say weird things."
She pinched my arm lightly. That wasn't nearly enough to stop me. I cupped her chin, pulled her in, and claimed her lips.
Outside the house. A few people were passing by. Quiet Sora finally resisted for the first time.
"P-people can see!"
"So what? You don't like it?"
"If word gets around school……."
My place was out of the way. An undeveloped area with old buildings scattered sparsely. Rumors of bad security kept students away. Residents still appeared here and there, though.
"You know there are no students around."
"It's still embarrassing!"
"Places where nobody recognizes you are fine?"
She nodded reluctantly. All that teasing until she blushed had been worth it.
Click!
I put her in the car. Seating a woman in the passenger seat never got old no matter how many times I did it.
"Is this your car, senior?"
"Yeah."
"Nice car."
"Made money, so I spend it."
An Audi. The same one I'd used to see Yoo-min off. A used car bought at a reasonable price.
Still pretty high-end for a foreign ride.
Sora seemed to be riding in one for the first time. She sat primly, almost demurely out of character. Breasts big enough to block the window. Long, straight thighs that refused to be ignored either.
"Senior!"
"What?"
"We said no sexual stuff…… right?"
"Touching's fine. You're my girlfriend."
Not touching would almost be rude. No—once you're in the passenger seat, that much is expected.
So the driver doesn't get bored.
Just skinship. To Sora it must have felt intense; her face went completely scarlet. But little by little she loosened up. The more places I took her, the more the tension melted away.
"Senior, look at this!"
"I told you to call me oppa."
"Oppa. This painting is so pretty."
An art museum. Nothing particularly stimulating about the date. I didn't want to ruin a precious first experience.
Slowly make her mine.
So that every other man would feel lukewarm and childish and she wouldn't want to date them.
I met Sora's eyes and whispered.
"You're prettier."
"Bullshit."
"……."
"It's been forever since I came to a museum as a kid. I'm glad we came. Feels refreshing."
If she was satisfied, that was enough. Seemed she wasn't completely lacking in artistic sensibility.
Culture matters.
A woman needs insides as much as outsides. Sexual compatibility, of course, but also refinement and character. I wanted to teach her every piece of it. Age her properly until she reached peak flavor.
"Where next?"
"Before that."
"?"
"I held back because of you, so give me this."
We finished the museum tour. She seemed pretty excited; the moment she got in the car she asked about the next destination.
Because it was a refined place.
I hadn't been able to do anything intense. When I offered my lips, Sora answered without hesitation.
Mwah!
Not a hint of reluctance. Even when I stroked her thigh she didn't flinch.
Smack!
Smack!
Instead she tangled more fiercely. She stretched her slender neck so I could kiss her easily. Even in a parking lot, even inside a tinted car with people walking past—she moved her tongue aggressively. Today's Sora was quite bold.
"Is that enough?"
"That was good."
"Just today. Only today."
Once the kiss ended she sat demurely again. But the way her chest swelled with her heartbeat proved otherwise.
She's pretty worked up too.
A dress with exposure. Just walking around in it drew stares. Even I was conscious of it. For Sora it must have been an even more stimulating experience.
"We've still got a little time before dinner."
"Yeah."
"Anywhere you want to go?"
She didn't seem to hate it. Wanting to show off a pretty self is every woman's psychology. There's a reason people spam Instagram. Maybe a little vanity was starting to bloom in Sora too.
"Oppa, you said this was a used car, right?"
"What, you hate it because it's used?"
"No, it's just…… if it's cheap, I want to buy one too."
That would make her easier to fuck. Unfortunately she was thinking something completely different.
Having a car is convenient, sure.
Price was the problem. A burden for a college student. But a used one—maybe she could manage?
"Want me to pick you a cheap good one?"
"Yes!"
"Then later Sora has to pick one for oppa too?"
"?"
She said she'd already gotten her license. Since I'd bought mine, she figured I'd chosen carefully and wanted advice.
Well, I can do that much service.
I was in a good mood. Every time she rode it she'd remember I'd picked it out for her—satisfaction that would last.
Screech—!
We arrived at the used-car market. An enormous number of vehicles filled the lot.
"Hello! Looking at cars?"
Arriving in an Audi changed the reception completely. A dealer came running over, laying on the charm.
Probably thinks we'll spend money.
The woman on my arm was pretty, too. Sora herself was extremely tense.
"Oppa."
"Hm?"
"I heard used cars have a lot of scams. Do you know everything when you buy?"
"Nope."
"What?"
Sora whispered. Something she'd overheard somewhere. First-timers had every right to be nervous. Even I didn't know everything. Everyone has their specialty.
But I can see straight through human psychology.
I swept my eyes over the cars in the lot. Then I shouted at the brightly smiling dealer.
"Hey, you fucking bastard! You're selling this piece of shit?"
Every investment starts with psychology.