Fisherman's Luck
Fisherman's luck?
It was veering off in a somewhat ridiculous direction.
All that built-up excitement was probably to blame.
Even so.
Dressed to the nines, she was a beauty. Watching Yoo-min's squirting climax was almost a pity.
The floor was soaked through. She tried to stop it with both front paws, but it was nowhere near enough.
Psssh!
They weren't hands. She couldn't hold back the liquid spilling out. Legs trembling, she looked up at me.
"Hey. Come here."
"Huff… huff…"
"Peeing wherever you feel like, with no manners."
She must have been flustered herself. This wasn't a situation most people ever found themselves in. With me, it was simply normal. I erased the shame around lust.
"Take off the front paws and the panties and sit right here."
"Woof woof!"
"I'll let you play with your pussy."
"Huff huff…"
The second the front paws were off, her fingers were already scratching at the itchy place. She was falling—no longer a beauty, just a single animal gone mad with lust. On the chair beside me she sank into a trance of masturbation.
There's a reason people go at it like monkeys when they first start dating.
Human reproductive instinct was designed that way. I just twisted it a little narrower.
Squish. Squish.
The clit I'd been working the whole way here was swollen. She soothed it desperately with both hands.
"You walk around so damn haughty."
"Woof?"
"At school, I mean. Turns out you're not a Benz girl—you're a fap girl."
"Woof woof!"
Embarrassing, humiliating, but she couldn't stop. Her heated body wanted the pleasure. The more I tore into her, the faster her breathing got. She had fully awakened to her masochistic streak.
Buy order has been executed!
I made her squirt even more.
Crypto futures. The unit of capital I was rolling, and the amounts I was making, were on a completely different scale.
"Futures leverage is way bigger, you know."
"Woof!"
"You can trade hundred-billion-won units this easily."
"Huff huff…"
Yoo-min's hand moved faster. She really was panting with her tongue out like a dog.
Sell order has been executed!
The climax arrived. The sum from a single short scalp. Yoo-min's eyes, watching, went round.
"Just pull it out and put it back in for a second and twenty million won copies itself."
"Huff huff…"
"Want me to buy Ming a bag with this? Not that it'd be anything more than pearls on a dog collar."
I tugged the dog-collar leash. Yoo-min's face, which should have been choking, filled with happiness.
Tap. Tap!
One hand was tapping something. Her smartphone. She had something to say.
"You want me to pull it out and put it back in here for a second too?"
"Woof woof!"
"In this filthy place? Oppa?"
The chair was a mess. Soaked with liquid from who-knew-where. The faucet wasn't fully shut off either. In that quivering place there was no trace of a beauty's dignity left.
Ruining a woman's life with money is pretty fun.
A mark that wouldn't wash out no matter what man she dated later. Without me saying a word she stood up and started doing aegyo. Yoo-min launched into the motorcycle dance she was most confident in. The desperate performance pulled a snort of laughter out of me before I could stop it.
"Bag or cock. Pick one."
"Whine…"
"No getting greedy. Oppa's the one doing you a favor by using this easy pussy."
I gave her the choice. She hesitated only a moment, then was honest with her instincts. She begged. On the floor in dogeza, she wagged the tail attached to her ass.
I ground my foot gently into cute Yoo-min's head. If only Rachel would end up exactly like this. I turned it into a master-servant relationship.
Thrust. Thrust!
I held Yoo-min and played with her just enough. Her body was good; holding her felt excellent.
"You're loose. Tighten up like last time."
"Woof woof!"
"You were a virgin then? Who cares. Hurry up and squeeze."
"Woof!!"
The pussy was nothing special. The virgin premium was gone; it was just ordinary used goods now.
Slap! Slap!
When I spanked her ass she reacted pretty well. Watching the subtle response, she didn't seem to hate it.
I wonder if she's going to get too masochistic like this.
For the stream it would be good. That concept—treating the viewers as Master. It made her easy for me to play with too. Even rougher play she took as pleasure.
"You taking your birth control properly?"
"Woof woof!"
"A dog like you can't go around carrying a human's baby."
"Woof…"
Her erogenous zones were sensitive too. When I came inside she didn't know what to do with herself, whole body shaking. The tightness was the problem. Sorry to Ming and the hardcore fans, but the more I used it the more it just couldn't compare.
I'm craving Rachel's pussy.
"Achoo!"
A sudden chill. Rachel clamped a hand over the sneeze that had been about to escape. No one else was in the house. But the manners drilled into her body made her do it anyway.
A little cold. Should I light the stove?
She rose from her seat and moved to the window. A vintage-style fireplace came into view.
Click. Click!
First she stacked the firewood. The traditional way was to lay kindling on top of that, but—
Crumple. Crumple!
She stuffed in two sheets of newspaper balled up tight. Then she tossed a match and the fire caught easily. The method her late grandfather had taught her, back when she was little and insisted on lighting the wood herself.
I was so stubborn back then.
If it was really hard, do it this way, he had told her. Of course now she could manage the traditional method too. Or a torch would be far simpler. Even so, she often burned newspaper to start the fire. It felt like it carried her grandfather's scent.
To Rachel, Grandfather had been someone special.
Grandfather…
He had passed seven years ago. Given his age, there was nothing strange about it. The problem was what came after. She had realized just how much his shadow had been protecting her.
Crack. Pop!
The burning logs. She had been sitting beside this warm flame. Only after it was gone did she understand how precious it had been.
I will become a granddaughter you would never be ashamed of.
It was late into the small hours. Normally she should have been asleep. But Rachel was pulling an all-nighter.
Buy order has been executed!
She had to watch the market. Nasdaq had closed ages ago, but—
Is it one in the afternoon Korea time right now? The time difference made me late picking this up.
The coin market ran twenty-four hours. And the share of overseas participants was not small. No—it was large. Lately the proportion of Asian market players had exploded.
I prepared countermeasures for the China side ages ago…
The big hands of crypto. Since 2016 most coins had been mined in China. She had prepared accordingly. When Chinese volume poured in, the program's pattern shifted. Rachel herself had poured resources into it. She had confidence, and it had actually worked—
Korea had been completely outside her calculations. The chart movement on the screen right now was mostly Chinese. But every so often volume filled from Korea as well.
By count alone it might even be more.
Korea was rising as the dark horse of crypto. Originally a backwater. In the last few months it had ballooned insanely. No normal country grew at that speed. Whatever had happened, it was clearly no ordinary event. Individual buy sizes were small. Obsessively focused on short scalps to a bizarre degree. A structure that couldn't affect the big picture.
Double kill! Triple kill!
She could confirm it through the program. Via the VIP order books of each exchange. She had built it from data across multiple exchanges. She'd even added reverse-tracking for crypto data.
High probability there aren't any major errors.
It helped with macro flow prediction. Originally that alone would have been more than enough—
There was an irregular. When Chinese forces put on shorts, the program automatically defended. And something was riding that flow. Defending together and turning the Chinese forces onto the defensive.
Even when I pour on the counterattack, it rides along and…
It stripped them clean. Moving one step faster than the program and taking the spread. Watching it, Rachel was at a loss for words. The bear did the tricks and some strange bastard took the money.
Gulp.
Enough to make her blood boil. Program defense was no easy job. It lacked the detail of a human. A hedge would have been lucky enough. Yet some mosquito was stuck in the middle sucking blood.
…
But that was skill too. There was no such thing as cowardice in trading. As a finance professional herself, she knew it. Admiration even rose. Riding the change in flow. Impossible without serious boldness. It was no different from surviving among dinosaurs. One wrong step and you got flattened—risk like that underfoot.
Per-trade size between ten and thirty million dollars. Then assets are at least a hundred to three hundred million. With money that small, they're pulling off some real stunts.
As an investor, interest stirred. She herself drew solid plans on the back of massive financial support, whereas—
It hit just enough and got out. The way it cheerfully outmaneuvered the dinosaurs drew admiration of a sort.
Well. I won't just sit and watch, though.
It was only fun for now. But only until she figured it out. She rebuilt the program. Found the optimized counter. If that failed, she could just increase the night shifts. The reason she was pulling this untimely overtime.
Crack. Pop!
Thanks to that she wouldn't sleep three hours for a while. An error she had to catch even if it meant staying up all night.
I'll do something you'll absolutely hate.
Even so, Rachel was smiling faintly. A little change had come to her flavorless days.