A Dead Investor's Journey
Incheon Airport.
I'd arrived to catch a flight overseas.
Not having a private jet is such a pain.
Just a short trip abroad, and yet you had to jump through every hoop imaginable. Still, the hassle was worth putting up with.
Rattle-rattle—
At the entrance, Sora appeared, dragging a travel suitcase behind her. The surge of emotion hit me about as hard as the day Song Byeong-gu's suitcase took flight.
Nothing beats a pair of absurdly huge tits.
If you took a photo, the focus would lock onto her chest every single time. From a distance, the impact was even more devastating.
"I'm hauling this thing over here, grunting under the weight, and you can't even help me?"
"Put a little more squeeze into that sphincter."
"You asshole!"
Her outfit was as understated as ever — just a thin sweater with a coat thrown over it. And still, every eye in the place found her. Which was exactly why Sora never dressed flashy.
Because even like this, she's already too much.
Walk around bouncing a pair of monster tits and anyone would stare. Giving her a little space was only human.
"What'd you pack, half the house? You some kind of ajumma?"
"Clothes and stuff just kept piling up once I started packing."
"Well, your chest is ajumma-sized, I'll give you that."
"Hey."
I couldn't even begin to imagine how big Sora's actual ajumma must be. I really ought to pay her a visit sometime.
Considering the bra size, the luggage volume makes sense.
She'd brought a full-size travel suitcase, plus a smaller one as a carry-on.
"You barely brought anything, sunbae. Aren't you going to change clothes?"
"I'll just buy some when I get there."
"Spoken like a true rich guy."
"Look at the beggar talking."
What I was pulling was barely even a carry-on. No need to haul a mountain of stuff. One essential item was all I needed — the one true essential for any investor.
"Honestly, I wanted to show up empty-handed, but this I had to bring."
"A laptop?"
Laptop plus extras. Two secondary monitors and spare batteries, all packed tight.
"Does HTS even work overseas?"
"You've never been abroad?"
"I've never traded stocks from overseas, no."
Anywhere on the planet, this one setup was all you needed. You could trade stocks from any country.
Technically one device would work, but it'd be a pain.
Hook up the secondary monitors and you're set. Overseas, power can cut out, so batteries too.
"You really brought everything, huh."
"You don't need any of this, do you?"
"I don't really…"
"You're already fully loaded as it is."
"Hey!"
A real investor had to go this far. None of which applied to Sora.
For her, just going on a trip is enough.
Building travel experience alone was plenty. She was still a fledgling, after all.
Gulp.
Her body, on the other hand, was anything but fledgling. Even through her clothes, the curves weren't just defined — they painted a full silhouette.
"Damn, you're warm."
"What are you doing? That's embarrassing!"
"Embarrassed of your oppa?"
I pulled her into a tight hug. The heavy mass of flesh pressing against my chest was exactly right.
Body heat nice and toasty, too.
Her scent was intoxicating. I was just about to plant a kiss on those lips when—
Shove!
She shoved me off with both hands and glared, then stomped off in the opposite direction.
"You sulking?"
"People are watching!"
"That's because your chest is huge, Sora."
"It's because you're a pervert, sunbae!"
The airport. Naturally packed with people. To everyone around us, we probably just looked like a couple mid-fight.
I need to get her used to this kind of thing.
The whole point of bringing a woman along was so you could touch her. And hers was a delicious body that more than rewarded the effort.
"Did you jerk off before coming?"
"Why do you care about my jerking off?"
"I can't jack you off on the plane, can I?"
She seemed plenty familiar with my cock. She brought it up without a shred of hesitation, completely natural.
She might like my dick more than she likes me.
And there was a space just for a girl like her. This airport was crawling with people, but—
Beep!
Places without people did exist. Economy, business, first class.
Come to an airport, you go to the lounge.
Each had its own separate area. First class capped at twelve people, after all.
"It's not a bomb. Just fat."
"Hey."
"We'll proceed with the screening."
First up: security screening. The agent was staring, so I figured better safe than sorry.
They might think she's hiding something in there.
You could fit two phones in that cleavage alone. Easy to look like she was concealing something.
Fast track. First-class tickets meant we breezed through without a hitch.
"I can't even walk around because of you! This is mortifying!"
"So what? We just certified them as all-natural."
Everything would've been on full display going through the body scanner. Probably half the reason people take that job. Time wasn't an issue. But I needed to stamp it into her that touching was my exclusive privilege.
"Bathroom first."
"Go ahead."
"Drain me."
"You're unbelievable!"
First-class lounge. There was a bathroom in the back. So few people around that we could go in together without getting caught.
A stewardess handling it would've been nice too.
Sadly, that service wasn't on the menu. So I had no choice but to ask Sora.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Sitting on the toilet, I took a handjob. I grabbed a handful of Sora's chest as she glared daggers at me.
"What."
"Jerk-off material."
"Just hurry up and cum already."
A size so enormous it wouldn't even fit in one hand. No wonder the security agent had been staring.
Nothing hidden in there after all.
My own private security check. All I felt was a firm bra and the soft flesh underneath.
"Why is so much coming out? This is the kind of thing that should've set off the scanner."
"Look at you, dropping sex jokes like a pro."
"?"
It poured out hot and thick into Sora's palm. Being a dirty flight, it came out thicker and more viscous than usual.
Squirt!
She curled her fingers and squeezed the rest out in one long pull. And still, the proud thing stood right back up, stiff as ever.
"One more."
"What if someone comes?"
"They'll just figure some couple was fucking in here."
"&^#$%$#@!"
Annoyed, she picked up the pace. She milked me dry until my balls were shriveled.
This is getting addictive.
Luckily, no one knocked before she finished draining me. Felt like I was sitting at 10% HP.
"You're not gonna touch yourself, Sora?"
"I'm not a pervert like you, sunbae."
"Then let's go."
"Wait a second."
I could've helped her out with equal dedication — a real shame. I was about to leave that regret behind and head out when Sora suddenly stopped me, twisting her thighs together as she did.
For a second I thought she was craving some yass.
"I'll come out in a bit."
"Why? Gonna jerk off after all?"
"I have to pee, you fucking bastard!"
So it was something else she needed. Fair enough — that was what bathrooms were for.
Still feels awfully suspicious, though.
For all I knew, she was planning to sneak a quick one behind my back, to soothe the lust of that filthy body of hers.
"I'm not!"
"And I'm supposed to believe that how?"
"You weren't going to believe me anyway."
"Do it here."
Maybe she really wasn't. From where I stood, I had no idea why Sora was rubbing those plump thighs together.
Not that it's any of my business.
Looking like she was about to burst, she plopped down. Then carefully lowered her jeans and covered herself from above.
Trickle, trickle—
But the sound was impossible to miss. I cupped Sora's face, flushed red with embarrassment.
Those lips look fucking delicious.
Even in full post-nut clarity — double sage mode — they still looked irresistible. So I took a nice, long taste.
With both hands occupied, Sora couldn't push me away. And the pee already flowing couldn't be stopped either.
Trickle, trickle—
A forced kiss for the entire duration of her piss. The way it poured out like a waterfall, she'd clearly been holding it in.
"Nice bladder capacity."
"Sunbae, you really want to get hit, don't you?"
"With that kind of output, your squirting must be insane."
"?"
The most humiliating kiss in the world. I stroked her hair and kissed her again, and she went soft.
There was a faint smell, sure.
A subtle scent of urine drifted up. Could probably sell a cup of that for fifty thousand won.
"Shall we go grab some food?"
"Oh, my appetite is just thriving right now."
"Something fitting for a failed investor."
"You asshole!"
To some people, she might be a meal thief. Having booked first class, sitting still felt like a waste.
There's a saying about getting your money's worth, after all.
Even without that, I wanted to enjoy myself. Capitalist society lets you enjoy exactly as much as you pay for.
"Twenty-one years? Isn't that insanely expensive liquor?"
"We paid for it, didn't we?"
The first-class lounge. Even a casual glance showed it was a full tier above business class.
The booze alone told the story.
Johnnie Walker Black → Ballantine's 21 Year. Rémy Martin VSOP → Rémy Martin XO. Straight up one grade. Over ten million won paid — the service was only natural. The food was at least on par with a mid-tier hotel breakfast.
"Sunbae! There's so much good stuff here."
"Isn't this a little too lavish for a 'failed investor's meal.jpg'?"
"Are you going to keep giving me a hard time?"
Sora had piled her plate mostly with food, looking like she'd grabbed whatever caught her eye in a rush of excitement.
She must've been hungry.
She glared at me while eating with gusto. Here we were, finally off on a nice trip, and—
"Don't fill up on bread. Eat the expensive stuff."
"You're so cheap it's painful."
"Shouldn't an investor be thinking about that?"
"It's your money, sunbae, so I'm just going to eat."
Travel. We'd come to enjoy ourselves, that much was true. But for an investor, it was also a field study.
You can examine the revenue structures.
See how luxury actually worked. Travel was one of the most spectacular forms of consumption capitalism had to offer.
"Still, thank you."
"For what?"
"Because of you, I get to take a trip this nice — even if we haven't actually left yet."
Celebrities didn't make good money for nothing. Spend enough, and you start to see through the principles of how people consume.
That's why I spent the big money on her.
One of the reasons every investor needed to travel. Even fledgling Sora would pick up on plenty.
"You didn't ask me to come just so you could do dirty things to me, right?"
"Ahem!"
"I seriously can't live like this!"
Before that, she might feel something else entirely. A travel destination was where people tended to become their most open.
"If you jump me without consent, getting mad won't be the end of it."
"And if you consent?"
"…I don't know."
Sora's face went red as a ripe persimmon as she clamped her mouth shut. Before the atmosphere could turn awkward—
Weeeing—!
Boarding time. The alarm I'd set earlier shattered the silence between us.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah."
"If anything happens, I'll take responsibility. With money."
"Don't be ridiculous."
We boarded first class.