Why Coins Are Rising
Tap! Tap! Tap!
A quiet hotel room. Only the steady, rhythmic sound filled the suite.
"How is it?"
"Don't ask."
"Getting a handjob from Sora feels so damn good."
"I told you not to say it!"
I was receiving service from Sora. Her clumsy hand movements only stoked my excitement further.
You can't get full on the first sip.
I had started with something simple. Surprisingly, getting her permission hadn't been difficult at all.
"Does this make it better?"
"Didn't they teach you this in sex ed?"
"Well, I learned it, but… I never really paid attention."
Judging by the look on her face, she was paying plenty of attention now. Her eyes kept drifting, almost casually, toward my crotch.
Just looking at her face…
She had the kind of features that suggested a complicated history with men. And yet she claimed she'd never even had her first time.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
I was opening the floodgates. Sora gripped my cock and shook it up and down, up and down.
"Does this feel good for guys?"
"Yeah, it does."
"It's weird. Having something this big hanging between your legs…"
Her movements were growing more practiced by the second. Just like with kissing, her hand technique improved almost immediately.
"It's gross."
"Ugh!"
"I barely touch it and it gets hard, and every time I stroke it, it twitches and throbs…"
"Nnngh!"
Her mouth and her hands were operating on completely different wavelengths. She kept saying she hated it while her fingers mercilessly worked every sensitive spot.
Am I the one getting played here?
The thought crossed my mind. Whether she'd gotten into it or not, the speed of her strokes was picking up.
Smooch!
I sucked on Sora's lips. She seemed willing to let me squeeze her breasts as well. Riding the momentum, I went after her tongue and her chest both. Staying passive like this felt like losing.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Her hand never stopped. She thrashed it around with no regard for my timing, no consideration for when I might finish.
"Whoa, did you just cum?"
"…Can't you tell by looking?"
"It's my first time seeing it in real life, okay? Wow, it flies that far."
She had finally made me ejaculate. From the edge of the bed all the way to the coffee table beside us, the ropes of cum splattered across the distance.
Fuck, that feels unfinished.
Normally I held back once before finishing. That way I could empty every last drop in one clean, satisfying blast. Right now it felt like I'd only halfway finished.
Sora, on the other hand, looked like she was having the time of her life.
"Can you shoot even farther?"
"If I get more turned on, yeah."
"How? Get more turned on for me."
She was treating me like a full-on sex-ed practice dummy. I firmly kneaded her plump tits.
If I put my mind to it…
Just now I hadn't had the luxury. If I came once and then calmly worked her over, I could make her finish first.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Sora used both hands. She gripped the shaft and stroked while her left hand wrapped around the head.
"How about this?"
"Nnngh!"
"It feels good, right? Are you getting more excited? Pervert. Total pervert."
She'd figured out the trick—spinning her palm in circles over the glans, pressing down firmly for a different kind of stimulation.
Is this girl actually a handjob parlor ace or what?
Her lips kept moving on their own. She sucked and accepted my tongue as it pushed in. I squeezed her insolent breasts hard. Her heartbeat was racing—she was turned on too. It was rising bigger than the last time. If she wanted it, this load might clear the table entirely.
"Hey."
"Ah, I shouldn't do this?"
"Of course you shouldn't!"
"I'm sorry. I really didn't know. Nothing's broken, right?"
Sora squeezed the hand that was still holding me. Because of that, the rising fluid reversed course.
It stings, damn it!
Pain in the urethra. Even more infuriating was the fact that I hadn't been able to finish. It had clearly felt good.
Sora gripped my cock tightly and whispered right into my ear.
"I already said I was sorry."
"Nnngh!"
"I'll make you feel even better, so stop being mad, okay? If you get angry again, I won't make you feel good."
She was rubbing and threatening me at the same time. My hypersensitive cock was screaming. Then she went further. Her left hand slowly traveled downward. Still holding my precious jewels, she grinned at me with a silly little smile.
"If these pop, Senior will never be able to make babies for the rest of his life, right?"
"…You asking because you don't know?"
"I was just curious~ Why the serious face? Hmm?"
I had no idea why she needed to know that. Sex-ed practice was apparently turning out to be a lot of fun for her.
She's a little drunk too.
Dinner. I'd fed her wine as a side. Made her easier to take, after all.
"So this is where you make the baby batter that gets girls pregnant."
"Ugh!"
"If I touch it like this, does more come out? Ah, sorry."
"Hey!"
I was the one getting taken. Mentally and physically, I was being used like Sora's personal sex toy.
Throb! Throoob!
The orgasm I'd been forced to hold back once before. The accumulated fluid erupted in a thoroughly satisfying blast. Even from a distance I could see it had soaked the table. Some of it was stuck to the pillar beyond.
"You must've been really turned on."
"Because of you!"
"Hehe, this is surprisingly fun."
She at least seemed to have some awareness of what she'd done—she looked bashful. But she showed no sign of wanting to stop.
You little shit.
She needed to understand whose nose she was tweaking. A little reality check would snap her out of it.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Just shifting my weight a little was enough to topple her easily.
"Kyaa, Oppa's pinning me down!"
"Keep acting up and you'll lose that virginity for real."
"I'm sorry. Please let me off just this once."
"No."
"Kyaa~!"
I groped her breasts and dry-humped against her. I'd meant to teach her how scary a man could be.
…Fuck.
It wouldn't get hard. Twice. And both times without any control.
"Ah, so that's how it is."
"What?"
"You waste the baby batter for no reason and then it won't stand when you actually need it. Senior's a complete idiot."
"…"
Sora made a mischievous face. She grinned and wrapped both arms tightly around me.
Smooch!
A fierce kiss. More than anything, the situation itself was getting me hard again. The knowledge that I could take her whenever I wanted.
"Ah, it got hard♡"
"Hey."
"Is it twitching and throbbing because I kissed you?"
She still hadn't learned her lesson and was acting up. My cock, already rock-hard, was waiting for its turn.
Slick! Slick!
I pulled Sora's thick thighs together. The cock trapped between them was squeezed tight.
Fuck, it's clamping down almost as hard as a pussy.
Sumata. Simulated sex. I needed at least this much to soothe both body and mind.
"In real sex it goes in here, right?"
"That's right."
"It'll hurt, won't it? There'll be blood and everything… Maybe you shouldn't put it in?"
Only then did Sora become conscious of it. If my aim dropped even a little lower, she would graduate from virginity on the spot.
Gulp!
I heard her swallow. Her thighs clamped even tighter. It genuinely felt like we were having sex.
Slick! Slick! Slick!
I worked out my lust against the springy flesh of Sora's thighs. She was fully aware of my cock sliding in and out between them. Something rose from deep in my balls. Even though it was the third time, I had a feeling a massive amount was coming. And that was exactly what happened.
My milky white fluid splattered across Sora's beautiful stomach.
Fuck…
It was a spectacular sight. My baby batter pooled in her glamorous navel, which was dripping with diamonds and chains.
"You wasted it for no reason again?"
"You really want to get punished?"
"Aang~ Just kidding. Thanks for holding back, Oppa."
Biologically it meant nothing, of course. But for Sora it seemed to have been a pretty thrilling experience.
Smooch!
I kissed her. After finishing the intense work, my cock rested against the warmth of Sora's thighs.
It's going to get hard again.
We hadn't even done the real thing and I was already satisfied. The thought of impregnating this woman and making her mine crossed my mind.
"Today was really good."
"The sex?"
"Overall. I learned a lot of things I'd been curious about. Though maybe I shouldn't learn the last part just yet."
I was a little afraid she'd get too good at it. If our first date stayed a good memory, that was rewarding enough for me. More than that—I'd been building this up for a while. I'd gone to the trouble of teaching her one thing at a time despite the hassle.
"About coins too."
"Hm?"
"You're the only senior who explains things in detail. Keep teaching me all kinds of things from now on."
Sora clung tightly to me. She rubbed her breasts against mine, nuzzling back and forth.
Fuck.
If I had my way I'd teach her how to make babies too. The problem was that it wouldn't stand.
"Aren't we doing more?"
"Can't."
"Don't tell me it won't get hard? Is that all from earlier?"
"I can still go!"
Her eyes sparkled. She declared she'd get me excited again, lay down beside me, and started fiddling with my cock.
Whatever.
For Sora this was sex-ed practice time. She wasn't even getting taken—she was only learning how to handle a man.
"It's up!"
"Happy?"
"You're getting turned on because I'm touching you, right? By a junior five years younger."
"…"
There were things she shouldn't be learning. The sadistic expression on her face was probably just my imagination.
I didn't actually tell her everything, though.
Coins. Prices would keep rising for a while. People's desires, their madness, would be reflected in the market price.
"History does not repeat itself, but it does rhyme."
— Mark Twain
Just like the tulips. The words of Mark Twain—writer and investor—were still quoted to this day. That was why stock investors needed to study history. The more you did it, the more parts refused to make sense, though.
Jews, huh…
Behind every bubble in history, they had been there.
Washington, D.C.
If Wall Street was the center of global finance, this place was the center of politics and diplomacy.
"What's the status on bond purchases?"
"Yes, proceeding as expected. However, we're detecting some rather special demand."
And politics was intimately tied to finance. Because it could control the money flowing through the market.
Hmm, so it's turning out that way after all.
Bonds. Debt certificates that could be bought and sold like stocks. Their value was determined by market interest rates. The Treasury here could regulate the volume of bond issuance. It was no exaggeration to say they held the flow of the world's currency in their hands.
"We're seeing significant purchase activity from the cryptocurrency side. They're citing preparations for futures listings as the reason, but our calculations suggest the quantities may not match what we've identified…"
"Nothing that particularly needs to be reported."
"Sir?"
"No need to report it. Do I have to say it twice?"
"Ah—no, sir!"
That was how vast the authority was. Assistant Secretary Douglas answered his subordinate's report with complete indifference. The atmosphere said don't bother me. The employee who had gone to the trouble of writing the report had no idea what to do with himself and closed the door on his way out.
It can't stay hidden forever, of course. A month or two at most?
He already knew everything in that report. Douglas understood the recent reason for the crypto market's rise. Massive stockpiling was taking place with bonds as collateral. And he also knew there was a problem with the volume of those bonds being held.
Beep—— Beep——
Even so, he didn't intervene. Holding the leash meant you could take control whenever you wanted.
"Yes, Uncle. What is it?"
"It's about that matter… I think we need to move a little faster."
"Understood. Not something to discuss over the phone, I take it."
"That's my Rachel. Extremely capable."
That was how they built their wealth.