The All-In Bet
Windfall?
The decisive bet.
There comes a moment every investor has to take.
Though when that moment actually arrives, most people can't bring themselves to press the button.
Historically, bottoms have always existed.
No—every five to ten years, one rolls around like clockwork.
In the short term, they show up far more often.
It's just that almost no one ever goes full long when they do.
—Buy, buy, buy order filled!
The thing you know you should do and still can't.
I bet on that opportunity cost.
The absolute bottom of a zero-sum game.
Retail is clearly the weak side.
In a gambling den, the one with the most money is the strong side.
But even the weak side gets one clean shot.
If the market refuses to fill your buy, you flip the whole board.
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I overturn the board.
Right now retail investors are basically in a state of mental collapse.
Anyone would be after watching a real-time freefall.
If I drag it down even further from here?
A full-blown riot is as certain as the sun rising.
Of course the big players don't so much as blink at that.
If Ethereum's price is allowed to fall…
Gulp.
From what I remember, Ethereum's explosive rally is only just beginning.
Still too early to throw it away.
This is a zero-sum game.
If you want to take everything from me, you'd better put up matching value.
—Retail just bailed!
—Retail just broke even!
—Chinese whale just bought Ethereum!
The sudden green candle sends the terrified retail crowd scrambling to cut losses.
They're trying to salvage even a single coin.
Someone is eating those sells and forming a new support line.
The market is flowing exactly the way I intended.
—Program just mass-bought Ethereum!
Yeah, you don't burn the whole thatched roof just to catch one ant.
The big players still hold the knife.
Only after seeing the result do they finally let out a sigh of relief.
That balls-tightening, delicious tension.
That's why I can never quit gambling—no, trading.
Stocks are ultimately a psychological war.
Crypto is even more so.
With no real underlying value, psychology decides everything.
I already know the other side's objective.
This is a fight I'm certain I can't lose.
—Sell order filled!
Still, nerves are nerves.
If it had dropped, I would have been wiped out on the spot.
Of course it could just be baseless worry.
A tiny possibility I wouldn't even notice on a normal day.
But 100x leverage is heavy no matter how you slice it.
A decisive bet is only a decisive bet because you make it once.
I take the short profit and get out fast.
I bleed the position little by little, adjusting size.
Even that alone locks in a massive gain.
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For retail getting whipped around by the volatility, it's pure hell.
But this is just how the crypto market works.
It's been way too quiet until now.
Everything ran on spot.
Because there was no official futures exchange.
From here on, trading is only going to get harder.
I suck the honey dry before that happens.
Roughly three hundred billion won.
Dumping the crypto futures in bulk leaves the profits stacking up sweet.
This is the taste you do it for.
Worth staking your life on at least once.
A completely different number of digits lights up on the account.
An amount that would make Yoo-min piss herself on the spot.
Sora is dead to the world, snoring on the bed.
This bitch said I smelled earlier.
She's completely knocked out.
I smack her tits a few times to wake her up.
"Sora."
"Mmm… I dozed off."
"If I give you ten billion, will you put out?"
"Call."
She's still half-asleep.
Her eyelids are actually half-closed like she just woke up.
It's always easiest to seduce someone when their mind's scrambled.
I grin.
She clearly thinks I'm spouting more nonsense.
Sora's phone buzzes hard.
The filthy lower half of her body looks like it would suit a vibrator better than a phone.
Tap, tap!
I pull out the phone and start hammering the keys.
Sora's already big eyes go perfectly round.
"Why the hell are you actually sending it?!"
"You checked? Can I put it in now?"
"Kyaa! You crazy bastard!"
I peel the white jeans off her plump ass.
Her hips are so wide they catch halfway.
Oh, sexy underwear.
The panties and the white flesh of her ass come into view.
Sora frantically clamps her legs together and resists.
"You even wore sexy underwear. Were you hoping for this?"
"N-no! This is just what I normally wear."
"You normally walk around in underwear this slutty?"
"Ugh…"
I thought she'd be more childish, but she's surprisingly adult about it.
There was a reason she had no choice.
Well, looking at the size…
Domestic brands don't fit her.
Top and bottom are both so big she's Western sizing.
"Anyway, I'm putting it in."
"Don't put it in!"
"You said if I give you ten billion you'd put out. This comes with pregnancy service, right?"
"#^&@#%@!"
I grab both of her thighs.
They're thick and solid—worth wrapping my arms around.
Under the half-peeled pants, she desperately covers her crotch with both hands.
Ziiip~!
I ignore her and pull my zipper down.
The moment I free the half-hard thing, she finally grasps how serious this is.
"Don't put it iiiiin…"
"Why? You said it was fine."
"I was joking. Please don't do this for real."
She's on the verge of tears.
She came on strong, but the second the real show starts she turns into a bitch in heat.
Should I just shove half of it in while she's still out of it?
It's already poking at her panties.
If I just slide between them, it feels like it would go right in.
Drip. Drip.
Actual tears are falling.
The thing that had been standing from excitement starts to wilt.
She really doesn't want this.
I never knew there was a woman in the world who would refuse ten billion.
Failed to set the mood.
I didn't expect her to get this serious.
I pat Sora gently and calm her down first.
"Oppa’s sorry."
"Did you think I was some whore who'd do anything for money?"
"Stop crying."
"If you do that again I really won't forgive you."
When I pull her into a tight hug, she slowly settles.
If hugging is okay, it probably wasn't pure fear.
Ten billion isn't enough? How much is she trying to charge?
I'm going through all this just to fuck Sora once.
It's not even a lifetime free pass—feels excessive.
Chuuup!
She accepts the kiss.
Technically this is also me jumping her, so what's the difference?
"You were preparing weird pranks while I was asleep."
"Huh?"
"I had a pattern lock on it—how did you unlock it? How did you even get into my phone…"
The tension must have drained out of her; she starts tapping her phone again.
She still thinks I'm just messing around.
Tap, tap!
Tap, tap!
She keeps hammering at it.
No matter how many times she force-closes and reopens the app, the truth doesn't change.
"Senior, no way."
"Yeah?"
"You actually sent ten billion??"
"Yeah."
She stares at me with her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
She confirms that ten billion has actually appeared in her account.
Is this the moment?
Even celebrities would line up to put out for ten billion.
In reality the going rate sits under five hundred million.
Ten billion for pussy.
At that price, even society at large might accept it as a fair trade.
It was an anticlimactic ending.
Sora transfers the money right back and glares at me.
"That was a low-quality prank."
"It wasn't a prank."
"That's exactly why the quality is low!"
The girl who looks like she'd be high quality is the one getting angry.
Then she shoves me flat onto the bed.
Chuuuup!
And a kiss.
She attacks my lips like she's devouring them, intense and deep.
"I don't do this no matter how much money you give me, you know?"
"Not even for ten billion?"
"Not even for a hundred billion."
"A trillion?"
"You fucking bastard."
One hand goes to my crotch.
She gently wraps the shaft and strokes it up and down.
The service is excellent for once.
She rubs her big, heavy flesh against my chest and whispers.
"Does it feel good?"
"I'm gonna cum."
"Then hurry up and make that pathetic face and shoot it."
Same handjob as before.
But with Sora taking the initiative, the quality is completely different.
Sell order filled.
Sometimes this might be fine.
Listening to Sora's "sell," I unload everything that had been building up.
Chuuup!
Chuuuup!
At the same time her lips stick even more greedily.
Her hand is moving faster too.
"You spent ten billion just to get this once? Senior really needs to be punished."
"It feels good so…"
"From now on don't waste money on useless things. Got it~? Or do you not understand~?"
"Ah, I got it!"
I milked it out to the absolute limit.
She slips her thumb under the foreskin of the shrunken thing and rubs the underside of the head.
Like she already knows how sensitive that spot is.
"A cock has lots of different parts, huh. This is the good spot, right?"
"A little more…"
"You want more? Nope. That's all for today."
She releases all the strength from the hand that had been gripping me.
The thing that flops down limp only adds to the regret.
Should I raise her as the sadist specialist?
It was good enough to make me think that.
Making me cum with nothing but a handjob.
"But what happened with the ten billion? Senior, were you that rich?"
"Won it gambling."
"You really did another dangerous trade. You need a scolding."
"Ah! Ah!"
She squeezes and releases the thing again.
She might just be getting addicted to playing with it.
We lounge around on the bed.
I even tell her about the trade that just happened.
"Isn't that way too dangerous?"
"Trading is all psychological warfare. The side that gets scared first loses."
"I don't think I could do it even if I knew."
Not every investor needs the same method.
Everyone has a path that fits them.
She's a model student, so she probably has talent for orthodox trading.
That's what I thought, but—
She might also be good at the squeeze-and-extract style.
Whether she completes herself as an investor is something we'll only know after she grows.
She's still in the process.
"Oppa made money today, so should I treat you?"
"Senior wasting money is a bad habit."
"Yeah?"
"What you normally like is fine too. I'm more curious about that."
"Women."
"Don't swallow your spit."
A student has a look that suits a student.