Coin Boom!

Slurp! Suck!

The cosmos.

That was the kind of thought that came to mind — a body part so profound it revealed the mysteries of human anatomy itself.

"Aww, look at you go. Eating so well."

"These are defective tits. No milk coming out."

"Like hell it would!"

His face was buried deep in Sora's full, generous breasts — bare, bra discarded, nothing between him and skin.

Feels like every worry in the world just melts away.

That was the kind of embrace they offered. Maternal warmth, he was certain, scaled directly with cup size.

Slurp! Suck!

And they tasted good, too. He rolled a pink nipple — still untouched by any nursing infant — gently against his tongue. From what should have been mere flesh came a refined, almost luxurious sweetness. He applied a little more pressure and sucked hard.

"Ah—!"

A cute little moan slipped out. There was no way breasts this large could go undeveloped forever.

All that hands-on work is finally paying off.

Big breasts started dull. But the more you mapped out the hidden erogenous zones scattered across them, the more sensitive they became. This was the transitional phase. Put in the effort now, and someday she'd be able to come from her chest alone.

"This baby's such a pervert."

"Mama."

"I've never given birth to a baby like this."

He tormented her nipple — sucking, nipping, swirling it around inside his mouth — dumping every last scrap of trading stress into the act. The tip stiffened under the attention.

"Senior, if you keep this up—"

"Does it hurt?"

"I'm going to get revenge."

Sora slipped a hand down the front of his pants. Her fingertips found him with a soft rustle of fabric, then began to work him with slow, kneading strokes. What had been limp and spent snapped back to life almost instantly.

Never thought I'd get a nursing handjob from a virgin.

The fact that she wasn't a married woman was a mild disappointment. But the play itself was plenty stimulating.

"Does Mama's milk taste good, baby?"

"Slurp! Suck!"

"I'll stroke your little cock for you, so be a good boy, okay?"

Sora was fully immersed now. She was probably trying to tease him, but all it did was crank the arousal higher. Pat, pat, pat — her touch was softer than usual, and the way she looked at him was almost maternal, full of gentle indulgence. Suddenly nothing else in the world mattered. Stress erupted from his lower body in a hard, forceful release.

"Looks like Senior's the one milking himself."

"Haa… that feels good."

"Feeling a little clearer now?"

"Yeah."

Crypto. It could make you an absurd amount of money in a short time. And if you stared long enough at coins climbing as if the sky itself had no ceiling—

At some point, you just forget.

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In the end, investing was about value. Coins with no intrinsic worth were a "dream" — but they were not a "future."

"Senior, you've got real talent."

"Slurp! Suck!"

"You don't need crypto to do well. You've still got three billion won left."

"Slurp! Suck!"

"Would you stop sucking on my chest for one second?!"

He might have gotten a little too deep into it for a while. Losing the money stung, but it wasn't a catastrophe — not when a trillion dollars had evaporated from the market as a whole. Maybe it was time to go back to his real work.

I'll just write it off as the cost of a good meal.

Thinking of it that way, he didn't even feel the loss. Full breasts with pink nipples were rare enough. Not quite big enough to be truly massive was a mild regret, but keep sucking and they'd grow. He chewed and worked at them with relish.

"So what do you think is going to happen with crypto?"

"Slurp! Suck!"

"I told you to stop sucking."

"Ahem. Well, you already know, don't you?"

"?"

It was true that coins had fallen too far. That was why even he had gotten a little unhinged. But the intrinsic value was zero. It was a gambling floor that fed on market desire and liquidity — never something that moved on fundamentals. And there was a saying that cut straight to the heart of how the crypto market worked:

Coins have value when you don't understand them, and turn to shit the moment you do.

They were starting to understand coins.

The crypto crash.

For coin holders, it was a bolt from the blue. At first they denied it, tried to fight the market head-on.

A matter of sooner or later. The whales' information slowly trickled down to the retail crowd. Once they understood the reason, it all made sense — why coins had no choice but to crash.

But the milk was already spilled. No matter how absurd, no matter how unfair — the account balance was not coming back. Retail investors got a hard lesson in what they actually were in the market: the treatment the weak received in the world of investing, delivered firsthand.

Some people went to extremes. Overnight paupers. That was the better outcome, actually. Others had leveraged with loans and were now buried under debt.

Bloody Friday. The freefall that began on the first Friday of December would later be remembered by crypto investors under that name. It produced countless victims. Social fallout followed. But the biggest damage of all was to something else.

Crypto's image. It collapsed beyond any hope of recovery. To ordinary people, it was now pure scam.

……

Not that any of that was his problem. Barely six months ago, being dismissed had been the daily norm. In the end, rising coin prices had proven the skeptics wrong. And if one thing had changed since then—

The account. At one point it had hit as high as 5.8 billion won — the day Bitcoin broke through 24 million. He'd been so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ecstatic he called up his new girlfriend Yena and threw a hotel party. They went at it hard, and when he woke up the next morning—

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck……

Twenty percent was gone. It happened. Crypto volatility had been extreme lately. But that day marked the turning point. The crash was so violent it made the 20-million breakthrough feel like a lie.

Grit.

In spot, he'd have lost half. Even in the worst case, not a quarter. But leverage — Do-kyung had been certain coins would rise. In a bear ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠market, that certainty arrived as losses multiplied by dozens.

But it was fine. He still had 300 million left. He only needed to win once.

He went all in. A massive red candle had just slammed down. Even on the daily chart it had done nothing but fall.

Right — ten million can never break. It's too steep. Even retail won't buy at this.

Everything his trading experience had taught him was screaming it. Long timing. And for a moment, as if to confirm his prediction, the chart bent. He thought a clean rebound was coming—

It kept falling without even pausing for breath. Nearly a twenty-percent crash in a single day.

"Haa…… haa…… haa……"

Do-kyung's breathing turned ragged. His chest tightened, air wouldn't come, his head spun. Tears pressed at the edges of his eyes. Unfiltered thoughts spilled straight out of his mouth.

"Did I ask for that much?!"

An empty room. A hotel suite at 200,000 won a night, rented in place of his old studio. Only Do-kyung's voice echoed off the walls. He had to scream just to hold himself together.

"Just ten percent. I was going to stop if it went up ten percent…… I wasn't even greedy enough to want my principal back. I just needed three billion — live off bank interest and rest……"

His last seed money — 300 million won. No: even the original 8 million he'd scraped together from part-time jobs had evaporated.

Nothing left. Penniless. He couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it — but it was real.

The account was wiped clean. A hundred-x leverage did not guarantee you would make money.

"Technically, morally, humanly — that was the moment it was supposed to go up, wasn't it?!!"

Perhaps an obvious truth. But Do-kyung didn't know it. He believed he'd made money because he was good. He never considered that his confirmation bias — the conviction that coins would rise — had simply gotten lucky. To him, that success had been inevitable.

Drip. Drip.

Which was why he couldn't accept the present reality: that what he'd thought was skill had been nothing more than a spring day's dream.

He was sobbing. Tears, snot, and spit soaked his shoulders. But sniveling solved nothing.

If that were all, it would almost be manageable. Making money in crypto had inflated his spending, too. He'd poured enormous sums into his girlfriends. Not being able to spend going forward was one thing—

Ah, what am I going to do about the credit card bills……

The real hell was only just beginning.