Why Coins Are Rising
November 2017.
It was the stretch when Bitcoin, which had been grinding sideways around the six-thousand-dollar level, was about to explode upward.
I need to map out the chart’s every twitch as thoroughly as possible before then.
Same as last time. He chased the chart’s movements, marking every microscopic inflection point. From those points you could read the forces’ intentions. Every so often they let a flicker of their real purpose show.
“So that’s why you keep staring at it.”
“You interested in coins too, Hye-ri?”
“No. The only thing I’m interested in is Oppa. Haa… haa…”
He kept watching for as long as he could. The work was dull, so he had come over to Hye-ri’s place just to kill the boredom.
Oh, she’s feeling it.
He held her tight on the chair. Unlike Sora she was light, soft, and yielding.
“Hic! Hic!”
Every thrust pulled a ridiculous little sound out of her. Lately he had been developing her G-spot.
Her pussy’s shallow, so all the sensitive spots are clustered up front.
She had flinched at first when he drove deep, but—
“Does it hurt?”
“I’m fine!”
“Doesn’t sound fine.”
“No, it feels good. It’s just… something’s weird…”
Now she was enjoying it herself. She ground her inner walls in slow circles around the hard head of his cock.
Ah, this is why young girls are the best.
There was real satisfaction in developing them. Watching her discover a brand-new kind of pleasure made him proud too. He gave her a little help, lifting her small body and slamming deep, hard thrusts into her.
“Hik! Hiiiik…”
She clenched every muscle in her arms and legs. Inside his arms she trembled like a tiny animal.
*Schlick!*
He claimed her cute lips—partly to muffle her, partly because rocking into her while he kissed her felt good for him too. Her climaxing pussy fluttered and clenched around him. Using a woman like a living onahole was a special kind of thrill.
“Heeek… heeek… heeek…”
Hye-ri had come a little too hard. She gasped, soaked in sweat and tears, a thin trail of snot at her nose.
See? This is how a girl is supposed to be—completely wrecked.
Twenty years old. Still unspoiled. Almost everything was either a first or barely experienced.
“Tired?”
“My pussy feels weird…”
“Weird how?”
“Just… really weird. Let me rest a little…”
One round and she was already melting. Teaching her piece by piece, imprinting it into her body—that was half the fun. That was how it was supposed to be. The problem was the one freakish bitch who broke the pattern.
“I’m sorry. My chest feels so full.”
“That good?”
“Yes! Doing it with Oppa feels so good. So, so good.”
If I actually fuck Sora, would she change a little?
He hadn’t been able to take her virginity, but he had tried to wake her up, to make her curious about sex. She had been curious. He had put her through brutal hands-on sex ed. In the end he had just come as her first man and that was it.
“Hiik!”
He should have finished inside Hye-ri instead. He felt a little bad that she had become the outlet for his frustration.
Meet a talent monster, get your pride shredded, then heal by bullying a total beginner… sounds pathetic even to me.
He still didn’t understand why his pride had been hurt. It had been a completely tilted field—he came, she didn’t.
Thanks to Hye-ri he got his healing and trading stayed easy. Coin charts never threw him any real puzzles.
“Oppa, do you think coins will keep going up?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s amazing how you just look at the chart and know.”
“Watch the minute, daily, and weekly candles and you can roughly see the flow…”
Support was holding. Resistance was creeping higher. Every now and then it teased a drop, but—
Zoom out and the overall flow isn’t changing.
Times like this you didn’t even need hedges—just a little average-cost management. Holding was better than clumsy reactions.
“Want to try coins too, Hye-ri?”
“Looks like the price is rising a lot.”
“For a while you can make serious money.”
“I’m fine just riding Oppa’s coins ♡”
Even with Ponzi schemes, the first people who hear the rumor and pile in make money. This was exactly that stage.
Hye-ri listens well, but as an investor she’s a little boring.
She took his advice and quietly pocketed modest profits. She studied, but only theory. Real trading skill was basically nonexistent.
“As stock club president, doing coins feels a bit off…”
“True.”
“If Oppa tells me to, I’ll do it.”
“No. Just thinking out loud.”
Instead she ran the club perfectly. Great social skills, the right person in the right place—more than he had expected. Because of her he could throw himself into trading without worry. Sometimes she deserved a reward.
“Free this weekend?”
“I have time.”
“Want to go on a hot-spring trip with Oppa? You might not be able to walk the next day, though.”
“Ah♡”
He kissed her. If Suhyun liked flashy, high-stimulus events, Hye-ri preferred the everyday kind.
Still, a girl you can actually talk to makes a better partner.
Even the greatest investor has blind spots. If you wanted a real partner, you needed the opposite temperament. In that sense Rachel had been solid. A little rigid, but her values as an investor were fully formed. That mattered. Even when he ran wild, he never dismissed traditional investing. Complementary relationships were better—assuming the levels matched.
“Even now my legs shake after Oppa finishes with me.”
“Yeah?”
“If you pound me all day I might never go back to normal ♡”
The territory Hye-ri, Suhyun, even Sora had never reached. Only Rachel, raised on elite education, had been there.
And her pussy tasted incredible too.
Most girls got wrecked after one hard session—gaping open with no sign of closing. Hye-ri was still young. Leave her alone a few days and the miracle of the human body sealed her up again, but that wouldn’t last forever. Partners who excelled at both sex and investing were rare. Rachel had been outstanding day and night.
“Should I call Suhyun too?”
“Ah, should we?”
“If we do a threesome it might loosen a little slower.”
“Suhyun has a boyfriend, though. Oppa’s so bad ♡”
She had kept trying to chain him down, so he had declared he was done eating her. He never expected her to completely lose her mind over it.
Crazy bitch.
Fabian had a serious headache lately.
Ha… what a goddamn nightmare of a boss.
All because of the new superior. Twenties. Even being generous she didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Sure, geniuses who skipped grades existed. On Wall Street they weren’t even that rare. Still—a fresh college graduate. And she sat right on top of his head.
“How’s the pre-market report?”
“Ah—yes! CPI just dropped. Analysis is that it could push the Fed more hawkish…”
Director. A seat he might never reach even if he ground himself to dust for the rest of his life, and she occupied it. At first he had written her off as a parachute. Family offices always brought in kids from good bloodlines—field-ignorant rookies you could cook and serve however you liked. Turns out she was no soft target.
Look at that tight suit. I want to shove my hand inside and rip every single button off.
She had real ability. And she was sexy. For Fabian that combination was pure torment.
“Anything else for me?”
“N-no! Just… your face seems to shine even more today.”
“How lame.”
It turned him on. That machine-cold attitude sat dead center in his strike zone.
Those black stockings—fuck. She wore them on purpose to get people hard.
Ripping the stockings off a high-and-mighty woman and mounting her was every man’s fantasy. He just couldn’t do it. Neither rank nor gender gave him any opening. Fantasy violation was all he had left.
Her eyes are a little creepy. But she works well, so whatever.
Rachel didn’t care in the slightest. A capable subordinate was a capable subordinate—as long as the work got done. She had already factored in the possibility that some people would resent her taking the project.
Click-clack. Click. Click-click.
Prove it with results. That was all. Rachel walked the floor, surveying the employees at their desks.
What the fuck.
Those stockings… that scent…
If she just handled my cock I’d work like a dog for life.
The subordinates couldn’t help being hyper-aware. Sleek body trapped in a severe suit—the contrast itself was lethal. Every time she passed they swallowed hard.
Work is going well. It is going well, but…
Only Rachel remained oblivious to those private thoughts. She was simply doing her rounds.
“Any feedback from the floor staff?”
“No, nothing particular… Director’s instructions are so perfect, heh heh.”
Fabian trailed after her, laying on the flattery. Smooth progress was reassuring, yet other worries kept surfacing.
Maybe the staff simply aren’t catching things. And this guy doesn’t inspire much confidence either.
Things were going too smoothly. She was not arrogant enough to credit it all to her own brilliance. A perfectionist, she was ruthless even with herself. She kept hunting for whatever she might have missed.
“Wasn’t there data I asked you to dig up earlier? Around September.”
“Ah—right! Looks like it just finished. Nothing special, so I didn’t bother reporting…”
“Bring it. Now.”
There it was. Nothing special—Fabian’s phrasing was half right, and she half agreed.
There will always be hyena types…
Day traders who sniffed out the accumulation and piled on. Long-term they always got wiped out—unless they had fully read the real intention. Looking at this particular accumulation—
“We checked with the exchange. Trading volume in certain regions spiked hard. Beyond that they won’t give official answers, but…”
“Then we dig through unofficial channels.”
“Huh? Isn’t that a bit of an overreaction—”
Rachel’s sidelong glance shut his mouth. He had zero grasp of how serious this was.
We’re running at least tens of millions of dollars. If something similar happens again it hits both near-term profitability and the long-term objective hard.
Very long-term. Similar movements had appeared again recently—and not in the U.S., Europe, or Japan. Another region entirely. Coincidence was the least likely explanation. A specific force moving with a specific purpose was the only rational read.
“If it’s a developing country, even official cooperation won’t get us clear data. We may have to rebuild the entire plan from scratch.”
“That’s not the case. It’s classified as a developed nation.”
“Besides the U.S., Europe, and Japan—there’s another?”
“Yes. You’ve heard of it, of course…”
Sometimes institutions planted branches in developing countries for dirty money and dirty operations. At that level you were basically hunting international criminals and had to walk away. But the country that came out of Fabian’s mouth was different.
South Korea. Korea, then.
For the first time in a long while, Rachel was not bored.