A Call Girl, Not a Girlfriend
A windfall?
Autumn sunlight.
Hoo~
There was nothing quite like a post-meal smoke in the cool breeze. Even the gossip behind me was a change of pace from the usual.
"Is that the senior everyone's talking about?"
"Shh."
"The one with the insanely hot Benz-girl girlfriend…"
None of it was flattering. Success in stocks was one thing. This was something else entirely.
Stocks have that side to them too.
They latched on like hyenas. Claiming they wanted to trade themselves—except they didn't want to learn. They just wanted someone to point out which stocks were going to rise. Ignore them and they hated you for it. Get stingy about free tips and they called you cheap.
They just want to pick the sweet fruit.
The hard work of farming never entered the picture. Surprisingly, the world was full of people like that. More common than you'd think. Which was how I'd managed to earn the resentment of a few people in the department.
"If I make a ton of money, I want a smoking-hot girlfriend too."
"That guy managed it, so why not."
"…"
One woman was enough to make you an object of envy. Beautiful women had been a symbol of success since ancient times.
People even classify them as accessories.
That was just reality. Strip away the gender-politics framing and it was pure human desire.
And right then, a girl stuffed full of desire from head to toe came into view. The moment I stepped out of the smoking area, I ran straight into Sora.
"You sulking?"
"I am not sulking."
"A hundred percent sulking."
"I said I'm not!"
Normally she would have come running over to snap at me. Lately she'd been ignoring me outright.
So transparent it's cute.
Why the sudden attitude? It wasn't hard to figure out.
"Want to go talk with me over there?"
"I have nothing to say."
"Sora hasn't been kissing me lately, so I've been smoking instead."
"Smoke, don't smoke, drop dead—I don't care."
A cold expression. She'd been like this when we first met—radiating an aura that made it hard to even speak to her.
It's been a while. This is actually turning me on.
I took Sora to an empty lecture hall. The same one Hye-ri and I had put to good use during the festival.
"Why are you sulking?"
"I told you I'm not."
"You're mad, though. At least tell me why so I can fix it."
I backed Sora into a corner against the wall. Even with the mood set, she wouldn't meet my eyes. I coaxed her little by little. Arms still crossed, the tightly shut door of her heart began to creak open.
"I heard something."
"Heard what?"
"That you have a girlfriend."
"Me?"
"So you don't? My friend said she saw you herself…"
There were more than a few things that could make me flinch. Listening carefully, though, it was about Yoo-min.
So she's jealous.
Whether she was conscious of it or not, it was clearly jealousy. Maybe something had shifted in her after Yass—not the last time we'd had sex, but after that.
"She's not my girlfriend. Just a call girl."
"A call girl…?"
"You don't know what a call girl is? Let me explain."
I leaned in and whispered it into Sora's ear. Her face, which had been listening in silence, flushed bright red.
God, she's adorable.
I teased her a little more. Why I'd called a call girl in the first place—because I couldn't forget that one night with Sora.
"I picked one with big tits and a tight body and had my fun."
"W-what are you even saying!!"
"If you think about it, it's your fault. You won't even give me the main event with that filthy body of yours."
I could practically hear her heartbeat. Her face had gone so thoroughly red it couldn't get any redder—a perfect mirror of what she was feeling.
Chuu!
I closed in on the frozen Sora. Caught her with a surprise kiss, and when she panicked and tried to say something, I sealed her mouth again.
"But she wasn't that great."
"!!"
"Your thighs squeeze way tighter. Her chest was just big and soft—couldn't compare to yours."
I whispered it. She tried to look away, but I had her completely mounted. Time for the finish. I grabbed a full handful of her breast. Her heart was already halfway melted.
"Nothing beats these monster tits."
"Hey."
"Misunderstanding cleared? Can I keep groping?"
"…Fine. It's cleared. Just don't grope my chest."
Normally Sora would have snapped at me not to touch her. Now she was meek—the rebound from having been angry. I pushed further. The more a man and woman layered their bodies together, the stickier the bond became.
"You smell like cigarettes."
"…"
"Guess I have no choice, then."
For the first time in a while, we shared a proper kiss. Deep and sticky, exactly the way I liked it.
My masterpiece.
Sora's soft, thick tongue slipped in. I sucked on it with a wet sound and she tangled deeper. I licked every corner of her mouth thoroughly, careful not to forget to feed her my spit.
"Haa… haa…"
When I pulled away, the prim face was gone. The iron wall of her guard had collapsed. A moment of pure satisfaction.
"Oppa’s rock hard."
"!!"
"If Sora drained me once like last time, it'd go down."
"^@#%$#@!"
And then, the corruption. I wrapped Sora's hand around my crotch. Backed against the wall the way she was, there was nowhere to run. Her gaze dropped downward—not so much avoiding it as being unable to look away. The memory of that night seemed to be rising fresh in her mind.
"That day I… I made a mistake because I was drunk."
"Then make one more mistake."
"Hey."
"If you won't, fine. I'll just have to call another call girl~."
She reacted sharply to the word. The jealousy hadn't fully burned out yet—the effect was excellent.
"Truth is, I wanted to do it with you, but the call girl just wasn't satisfying."
"Ugh, you're disgusting!"
"If you take care of it, I won't need to call one. Hmm?"
I coaxed her. Women were animals who loved being compared and then elevated above the rest. Sora was no exception.
Ziiip!
I pulled down my zipper and placed it in her hand. Already half-hard, it filled her long, slender fingers.
"You're just pulling your willy out like it's nothing."
"Not willy. Cock."
"What's the difference?"
"A willy is small. A cock is big."
It grew steadily larger. Sora stared at the willy-turned-cock with a dazed expression.
Yeah. This is the kind of thing that makes women cry.
She wouldn't know until she'd taken it. You only learned to fear a blade—or a fire—after you'd been cut or burned.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She moved her hand with pure businesslike efficiency. She had no idea that cold attitude was what was turning me on.
"Getting a handjob from Sora feels amazing."
"Just hurry up and cum."
"I'm imagining doing it with you."
"Ah, seriously!"
Unlike when she'd been drunk, she was embarrassed now. I engineered the situation to make her even more so—sucking on her lips while groping her chest. All Sora could do was work her hand faster.
Blurt!
Blurrt!
Something whiter and thicker than the white paint on the wall splattered across it. Sora stared blankly. It wasn't the fascinated look from last time. Sober, it could look pretty grotesque.
Chuu.
I gave the tense Sora a light kiss. Her lips stayed pressed shut, but after a few more she accepted it.
"Thanks, Sora. That felt incredible."
"If you're done, clean it up already."
"Thing is, this thing stands up again after a day. I'd really like Sora to take care of it."
"What?"
Rejection. She still wasn't used to sex. But the first button was fastened.
"You want me to just sit around jerking your dick every day?!"
"No? Then I'll have to call another call girl…"
"Fine! Fine, I'll do it… just never call a whore and do something filthy like that again."
She had a berserk button too. Touch it and she gave in surprisingly easily.
A whore's a whore. An internet whore.
I pulled the admirable Sora into a tight hug. Her handjob was far more satisfying.
"On one condition."
"Hmm?"
"If I catch you doing that again, I'm crushing this thing. Got it?"
"Guh!"
She clenched the thing that had already gone soft after one round. My hips buckled on their own.
Could I spark the same jealousy with Hye-ri or Suhyun?
I decided to be satisfied with this much for today. We cleaned up and slipped out of the lecture hall.
"That was thrilling, right?"
"I don't know!"
"Someday Sora's eyes will open too…"
"That day is never coming!"
She was clearly bothered by it. Living as a model student most of the time probably made it worse.
Just a matter of time.
She'd made a huge fuss about kissing at first too. Now she moved her tongue on her own without being asked. There was only one reason to do campus couple stuff. Someday Sora would realize it too.
"Anyway, I did it for you… so teach me."
"Sex?"
"Coins!"
"Aww, and here I thought you wanted to lose your virginity."
There was no instinctive need quite like sexual pleasure. Sora needed to be honest with herself.
Got to live up to this face.
Coins. She'd said she'd been trying to trade them recently. Even if it wasn't her specialty, she wanted to build experience. She hadn't even had her first time yet and she was already rushing into other firsts. If she said she wanted to, though, there was no reason to stop her.
Creak—!
After lectures ended, we headed back to my place. Anyone looking would have assumed we were going there to fuck.
"I already know support and resistance lines, at least."
"Mm."
"But charts alone have limits… and unlike stocks, the catalysts are pretty unclear."
Sora was dead set on studying coins. One handjob and she was already making demands.
You do need to know how to read a chart, sure.
YouTube stock experts. Moving averages this, support lines that, first buy-in price the other thing—they talked a lot. Listening, you roughly understood what they meant. Why they did any of it, though—honestly, no idea.
"That's what you're saying?"
"Yes. Once I actually started trading… it didn't seem to mean much."
Just don't buy at prices that are way too high, right? Beyond that, it didn't look like it had much value.
But the experts say it's important.
So somehow it felt like something you had to do. I could understand why Sora was stuck on it.
"Charts aren't just for coins—you have to keep looking at them if you're going to trade at all."
"True."
"I want to understand them while I have the chance."
Everything in the world had its logic. There was probably something she didn't know yet. Her attitude toward learning was genuinely good. I hoped her attitude on the bed would improve someday too.
Tap. Tak!
For Sora's sake, I taught her. Chart trading methods you could use on coins. I opened TradingView—a chart-specialist site where you could draw lines like a paint program and save them.
"Know what this is?"
"Ethereum daily candle."
"Good. Then I'll draw some guide lines, and you try to call the next move."
She stared intently—watching how I drew the lines. With the guides in place, the picture could become clearer. At the very least, they genuinely improved the odds. I'd believed she would pick up some knowledge worth referencing.
"What do you see?"
"What do I see… it's Gi-young."
"Exactly! So what do you think Gi-young is going to do next?"
"What the fuck?"
I unlocked the secret of the charts.