The Importance of Psychology
It was a sudden turn of events.
Sora had every right to look completely dumbfounded.
"Boss, it seems there's been a bit of a misunderstanding~."
But the dealer reacted with lightning speed. Rubbing his hands together like a fly, he sidled right up.
"Oppa, have you gone crazy all of a sudden?!"
"Just stay quiet for a second."
"It seems your boyfriend has misunderstood. After all, with so many unscrupulous used-car salesmen out there..."
He launched into an explanation without anyone even saying a word. He probably had a rough idea of the situation.
Yeah, that figures.
Used-car peddling. It was a profession that drew every kind of talk. To put it bluntly, the place was crawling with con men.
"Apologize right now!"
"Why should I?"
"Boss, why are you doing this, really~? You don't even have to buy the car—just calm down a little. Your girlfriend looks mortified."
He brought it up with his own mouth. Sora seemed convinced it wasn't a scam.
She's pure as driven snow.
I couldn't figure out why I still hadn't sealed the deal with her.
"This place is a rip-off. We're leaving."
"What?"
"Boss, please don't be like that~!"
He looked ready to grab my pant leg. He even saw us off all the way to the car. We headed for another used-car lot.
Sora snapped at me in a razor-sharp voice.
"That was so fucking embarrassing, you bastard!!"
"What's the big deal? Are you the type who can't even haggle at a market?"
"Why would you even say that?"
"Stick your chest out and that's already half the bargain."
"Hey."
Those generous uncles would probably throw in something extra just for that. Sora was still green enough that it made sense.
These days the scammers are sharp as hell.
Used-car dealers knew better than anyone that people treated them like crooks. They still managed to fool even the ones who walked in fully aware. That was how they made their killing.
"Senior, are you having a paranoid episode? You've always been a little unhinged anyway."
"Ahem."
My stock had clearly plummeted in Sora's eyes. We reached the next destination in short order.
Kids these days really do have short fuses.
Another used-car market. I hoped this one would be decent.
"Hey, you fucking bastard! You're selling a piece of shit like this?"
"You son of a bitch!"
Sora blew up again. I couldn't understand why kids these days were so angry all the time.
It's probably all the MSG they eat.
Side effects of chemical seasonings: patience evaporates, emotional control goes out the window.
"Where the hell did this punk crawl in from? You don't want your ass kicked into next week, get the fuck out right now! Uneducated little shit rolling in here, tsk tsk..."
The boss had the same tendency. This used-car dealer had a nasty temper. He greeted us with a full barrage of curses.
In fact, this was exactly the reaction I had been hoping for.
"Boss, I'm sorry. There must have been some kind of misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding my ass—get the hell out—"
"It's because of you! Hurry up and apologize!"
"?"
Sora shoved her chest forward. From ancient times, a big pair of breasts had been regarded as a panacea for all ills.
Actual clinical trials had been run on the subject. The effect was an extra four to five years of life.
"I'm sorry. I was out of line."
"No, no! The young lady must have had her reasons... Did you run into some shady boss somewhere?"
"Ah, well, that is..."
Sora's chest was ridiculously huge, so the effect would be even better. In all things under heaven, more was always better.
The boss gets to live longer, Sora gets a good car—everybody wins.
Two birds with one stone. Knowing my wisdom had made both of them happy filled me with a quiet sense of accomplishment.
"What's your budget?"
"Around fifteen hundred max."
"Oppa, want to chip in a little?"
"I don't need it."
We decided to buy a used car here. At the very least we wouldn't run into a flood-damaged wreck. We had shown up out of the blue, yet the boss was already smiling like a saint, promising to find us something nice.
"I don't get flustered very often in life."
"Must be low empathy."
"But senior—no, oppa—I feel like my personality is changing because of you."
"Good. You needed to change a little."
We got back in the car. Even after I'd helped her land a solid vehicle, the kid was still full of complaints. She still hadn't grasped the lesson. She still didn't understand why I had pulled that stunt.
"Still don't get it?"
"How could I?"
"I really wonder when you're going to grow up."
At this rate her chest would keep swelling all the way to a K-cup. Of course there had been a reason I unloaded the curses.
"Let's say, for example, those are fake tits."
"!"
"If someone asked how you could walk around with something that slutty, you'd answer that you were born slutty, right?"
"You son of a bitch..."
She protested in a voice that had already shrunk. Even with both arms crossed over her chest, their presence was undiminished.
That's the whole point of implants—to show them off.
More precisely, to snag the opposite sex's attention. Some people claimed it was pure self-satisfaction, but that was a hundred percent bullshit.
Real tits, on the other hand. You were born lewd. The moment of self-awareness could come late.
"See? The reactions are completely different."
"That's just your delusion!"
"But they actually were different."
"?"
The same logic applied to telling used-car dealers apart. If the guy was a scammer posting fake inventory—
No matter how much of a nightmare customer shows up, he'll just take it.
Angel mode. Nodding "yes, yes" and unloading the car was the ultimate revenge. And the legitimate dealers?
"They don't care if they sell or not..."
"Exactly."
"You calculated all the way out to that?"
I explained it over dinner. Only then did Sora understand; she leaned in, excited, and fired questions at me.
You think I just started cussing for no reason?
Nothing beats creating a sudden, unexpected situation when you want to test someone's psychology.
"But it could still have been wrong, right?"
"You really are..."
"It still bothers me."
Of course I knew the ordinary ways to pick a decent used car. But I wasn't an expert.
If a dealer sets out to screw you?
Even other dealers got taken sometimes. At least I could improve the odds. Every investment starts with betting on high probability.
"I see."
"You get it now?"
"Senior, today you're being a total asshole and yet somehow still kind of nice."
"Ahem."
An investor. Sora didn't mind that kind of talk—as long as the explanation made sense to her. The meal turned warm and easy. Taking her to a restaurant that cost hundreds of thousands of won a head helped, of course.
"Oppa."
"What."
"If you did this every single day, I might start looking at you a little differently."
We finished eating and stepped outside. The night air was chilly enough that she latched onto my arm.
Those tits are fucking huge.
She was giving my arm a full paizuri without even realizing it. I would have to teach her just how filthy her body was.
The next place I took Sora was—
"Wh-what is this place?"
"A piercing shop. Don't you know?"
"I know what it is, but why..."
I had a gift for her. Getting it ready required a special procedure first.
Look at that—she doesn't even have her ears pierced. Total baby.
I was going to make her match that lewd body. Tonight, right here, Sora's first holes would be opened. A professional would help. They would be pierced by someone other than me.
"Did it go through?"
"...Yes."
"Did it hurt?"
"It hurt like hell. There was blood. Oppa, you're mean."
She was sniffling, a few tears leaking out. A strange sense of transgression rose all the way to my throat.
Technically it was a woman who did it.
A female staff member. Some customers didn't like a man's hands on them. Business finished, we stepped back outside. When I pulled her against my shoulder she became a little self-conscious.
"Any idea where we're going next?"
"Yes."
"You okay with it?"
"I trust the promise I made with oppa..."
She looked ready to believe me even if I said we'd just hold hands and sleep. Reluctantly, she agreed to go into the hotel.
Anyone looking would think we were heading off for a fuck.
Eyes gathered on us. Even the older men couldn't tear their gazes away from that lush body. But the only one who got to taste it was me. I touched her here and there, showing her off as we walked to the room.
Click.
And then I showed her. The rest of the set I had spent a fortune preparing for this exact day.
"You want me to wear this?"
"Yeah."
"You absolute pervert."
"Still like it, though."
She had probably expected something like this. She must have steeled herself at the piercing shop. Even so, she clearly didn't want to. I gave her a light kiss, and only then did she put on one earring.
"The rest?"
"I'll do it. Oppa, you handle the leftover one. I... I don't know how."
The gift was nothing other than the necklace I had given her before, plus accessories for other places.
Right. The second hole is mine to open.
I stroked Sora's white stomach. Right now the hole there was freshly pierced and still seeping blood.
"Ah!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Be gentle. It just got pierced—it hurts so much."
She might not have known it, but every single one of those words turned me on. Strength entered my hand.
It's only a navel, after all.
In the middle of that cinched waist sat her navel. The slight red swelling wasn't my imagination. Navel piercing. A temporary plug was still in place. I pulled it out and pushed mine in. It was a little on the large side. The muscles around her belly jumped. I didn't stop—I drove it home hard and hot.
"Ah...!"
A moan, and the installation was complete. The glittering chain that came with it wrapped around Sora's waist.
"Fucking beautiful."
"You real pervert."
"So what? You're my woman."
"Just for tonight... but still."
I stripped the dress completely off her. She was left in nothing but the filthy lingerie we had bought together. Necklace, earrings, and navel. The sparkling accessories only made her look more precious.
How am I supposed to hold back from jumping her?
I crushed her against me hard enough that her shoulders might break. Kissing was still within the plan. The moment we hit the bed she panicked. In the literal sense, she had been pounced on.
"Oppa, you're ridiculously turned on, you know?"
"I... I think so."
"My reason is about to snap. There's only one way Sora can stop me."
"Wh-what is it?"
I whispered it into her ear. She jumped and swallowed hard—gulp.
If she really hated it I wouldn't force it.
But she didn't look uninterested. Otherwise a body that size would already be thrashing in resistance.
"You want me to touch it?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't there another way...?"
"It's physiological—I can't help it. Sora is just too pretty and too sexy."
She looked like she was wrestling with the idea. Her gaze locked onto the rising shape below my waist.