Newly Listed Stock

09Lady's stock price was racing higher day after day.

And the biggest winners of all.

The women-dominated communities were in full party mode. The stocks they were holding had exploded.

The reason didn't matter. What mattered was that the price had gone up — and that they were proving their own influence.

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what……?"

"The stock went up! Our 09Lady!"

"09……Lady?"

The news was spreading through the protest ranks too. Nothing traveled faster than word that someone had made money.

I'm a VVIP customer there.

Park Eun-young, twenty-three, unemployed. An enthusiastic participant in the MeToo movement — and even she had heard of it. It was the shopping site she used all the time.

"But…… what's a stock?"

"You don't know stocks? Eun-young doesn't know stocks!"

"No……"

"Basically you buy a piece of a company's rights. Anyway, if you hold it, it goes up!"

She'd been a customer since the day the shop first opened. You could finally get plus-size clothes online.

It went up two and a half times? I was one of the very first customers. How did I not know?

Regret rose all the way to her throat. But maybe it still wasn't too late.

"The more MeToo we do, the more PC spreads, the higher the stock goes!"

"Last time the mayor said…… he'd sponsor our Dobong Sisters."

"Right, right. We're changing the world."

The world was changing. Women who had been discriminated against were finally receiving equal treatment with men.

I'm a woman, so of course I deserve special support from tax money every year.

The Dobong Sisters. A group of dozens of women living in Dobong, including Eun-young and this unnie. They stood at the forefront of women's rights. Their main activities included watching women's films while eating tteokbokki, playing mahjong, biking along the Han River, and eating seasonal fruit.

"Once there are more groups like our Dobong Sisters……"

"09Lady moons too! Seriously, without 09Lady, where else are you gonna get plus-size clothes?"

A small sense of accomplishment from the MeToo movement. Until now, that alone had been enough.

I can make money too? MeToo really is changing the world.

The movement's signature slogan. The hard, exhausting moments of MeToo flashed through her mind, and her chest swelled with grandeur.

Dad has no idea how big MeToo is. All he does is work.

Once the world changed, even that would disappear. No need to be stingy over a mere ten million won.

"MeToo changes the woooorld!"

"A victim's tears are evidence!!"

They protested even harder. Centered on the demonstrators, 09Lady was spreading like wildfire.

And so the stock price surged. The news talked about nothing but MeToo. Investors' assessments were shifting too.

In a bull market, optimism ran rampant. The same rule applied to individual stocks. The price explained everything. It must be a good company. It must deserve to go up.

You could attach any reason you wanted. People who had been skeptical at first were changing their minds — because it made money. Riding a wave of investor attention, 09Lady smashed through all-time highs day after day.

Only the insane survive the stock market.

"Girls can do anything!"

And sometimes, people really did go insane.

Sora kicked the front door open and strode in like she owned the place.

"Well, well. You've become quite the confident woman."

"It's a T-shirt I ordered from 09Lady. How do I look?"

The shirt she was wearing had that exact slogan printed across it. Apparently a major contribution to women's rights.

She's thrilled because the stock went up.

She'd even gone out and bought a 09Lady T-shirt. Nothing beat buying the product if you wanted to understand a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠company.

"Plus sizes were always hard to find, but I guess this works too."

"Isn't the waist a little baggy, though?"

"Does it look that way? If I pull it like this—"

For Sora, it might actually be a useful shop. She'd always had complaints. Her chest felt tight. Things stretched out and she couldn't wear them. She'd thought free-size was fine until it wasn't.

Oh damn.

She yanked the loose fabric at her waist taut, then cinched it with a rubber band, and her figure was suddenly on full display.

"Senior, you just checked the time, didn't you?"

"You put it on display."

"As a women's rights activist, I simply cannot stand by and watch this."

She'd picked up some strange vocabulary lately. A contemptuous glare pinned him like he was a criminal.

Thud.

She climbed right onto the chair he was sitting in. She wiggled her hips left and right, then let out a little snort of a laugh.

"Even in this situation, your cock reacts?"

"Of course it stands up."

"Pathetic. They say all men have in their heads is lust, and it's actually true♪"

She ground one side of her ass down on his cock, mashing it flat. No matter how hard it tried to rise, it was too big and heavy to manage under that weight.

Never thought I'd see the day I'd take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a short from Sora.

A different kind of short-selling, sure — but just as exciting. Sora seemed to be getting into it too, pressing harder.

"Getting hard while a junior five years younger cusses you out."

"Ah—!"

"Wanna cum? Nope."

"What do I have to do for you to let me?"

She put on a sadist's face. The moment he played along a little, she looked like she didn't know what to do with herself from sheer delight.

Sadist unnie was a bit outside my predictions, but…

She was good at shorting him. Good enough that it almost seemed like the look that suited her best.

"Submit to your superior woman. Inferior male."

"Ah! Aaaah!"

"There, there. Submit and feel better. You inferior man. Inferior man♪"

If this was what PC looked like, he could live with it.

Sora rubbed against him with the soft flesh of her ass. Solid weight. Pressure. Even standing stiff, he was crushed flat — no way to finish.

She raised both hands in surrender, and he kissed her. In an instant her gaze turned playful and sweet.

"There's an atmosphere like that going around, you know."

"R-right……"

"You know I'm joking, right? Hmm?"

"Ah♡"

She pressed down and ground her hips again. Pleasure or pain — something flooded over the place that had gone stiff and hypersensitive.

Unnie, I'm dying.

Confident Women. She'd tried it herself, she said. Nothing beat experiencing something firsthand.

"I've seen plenty of lunatics on the Korean Stock Gallery too, but……"

"Ahem."

"They're more dangerous because they don't even know they're crazy."

"That's the key."

A community was a miniature society. Modern people often spent more time in communities than with the people they actually knew.

Hang around a toxic community long enough and it warps how you think.

Women-dominated communities especially. Plenty of people lived inside their own delusions. Keep that up long enough and you stopped being able to tell fantasy from reality.

Sora seemed to have picked up on it too. The users on Confident Women didn't appear to possess anything resembling a realistic sense of the world.

"They say their boyfriends are chaebol heirs with ten billion each."

"Hmm."

"And their cocks are over seventeen centimeters."

"Talking about me?"

Sora's breathing grew ragged. Warm, damp breath spilled against him from inches away.

Anyone can see she's in heat.

Whether she knew it herself was another question. Her right hand had already drifted down and was toying with his most precious place.

"If you put something like this in—"

"Ah—!"

"You know it hurts and you still do it, don't you? Bad boy. I have to punish you like this, like this."

She was having the time of her life. She pulled him free of his waistband and stroked him, watching his face, then planted kisses on him.

She hadn't seen him in a few days, and Sora was clearly worked up. Her whole body moved like she meant to wring him dry.

"Go on, squeeze out that inferior semen. Feels like it belongs splattered meaninglessly on the floor♪"

She'd fallen completely into the bit. Whether the touch was play or serious, Sora's hands were driving him up — but.

About time it arrived, honestly.

Climax. No — something beyond climax. There was only one thing that could give an investor that kind of rush.

The stock price was climbing. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It had already nearly tripled — and even that was just the opening act.

We've been shaking it for almost a month, soaking up volume the whole time.

The operators held most of the free float. If they felt like it, they could string together five consecutive limit-ups. He had been waiting for this exact moment — to realize massive profits while simultaneously feeding a giant middle finger to the PC-movement extremists.

"Senior, hurry up and squeak and cum. Okay? Okay?"

"Shut up for a second."

"Hiiik!"

This unnie needed a good spanking.