Worker in a Declining Industry
Rachel's prediction had been right.
At least when limited to the Nasdaq.
"Are you resentful?"
"Not at all!"
"It's written all over your face that you are."
"What? What? My face, you mean?"
But the bet had been on the KOSPI.
Unlike the global trend, it had completely collapsed.
Still can't take a joke, I see.
Rachel pulled out a compact mirror and checked her own face. All she could see were cheeks flushed as red as a ripe persimmon.
"Were you teasing me?"
"Let's call it teasing."
"Why do you always...!"
"Ah, for real."
Skin as white as paper. A face that held not a single emotion, looking utterly haughty.
This bitch.
But she was young. No matter how mature she tried to act, to me she was nothing more than a greenhorn whose blood hadn't even dried on her head yet.
Thwack!
I gave her a solid knuckle to the head. If she wouldn't listen with just this much, I was perfectly capable of doing worse.
"Should I just rape you?"
"What?!"
"Or do I have to make you put on a strip show right here on the street before you'll quietly do as you're told?"
I backed Rachel against the wall. She was tall for a woman at 170 cm, but—
She's not wearing heels.
And I had a bit of height in my insoles. Intimidating one woman was nothing.
She was in no position to take it as a joke. She had lost the bet, after all.
"I'm sor—I'm sorry."
She knew the global standard well enough. Act up in a foreign land and you could end up in something ugly. In Korea, where public safety was excessively good, that sort of thing never happened. But instinct made her lower her head.
She's making me want to fuck her.
Rachel in a submissive posture. Not something you saw every day. I barely managed to suppress the lust that tried to surge up.
"What was the promise on the bet again?"
"The loser follows the winner's orders."
"You know it well. It'd be best if you stay obedient for the rest of today."
Unless she wanted something rough to happen to her. A little threat was needed to make the lofty princess compliant. Her expression stiffened as she nodded.
With her own consent secured, I decided to change locations.
The stares are getting on my nerves too.
The street. And a crowded downtown at that. People would think it was dating violence. She was a foreigner on top of it, so it would draw even more attention. Not that they knew how wild this white filly could get.
"How many days has it been since you came to Korea?"
"...A little over two months."
"Places you've been?"
"Not many."
I had handled her plenty. I knew exactly how picky this filly was.
Answering so businesslike.
Cold. She forbade anyone from approaching. That was why I had given up on hitting on her the first time we met. Look closer and there was nothing special. She was simply clumsy with people. She couldn't let others inside her.
Vrooom~!
I put Rachel in the passenger seat. She didn't say a word the entire drive.
Doesn't even know how to start a conversation.
Partly the situation. But even before that, she found private conversation with other people awkward. She was a bit of an economics otaku. The moment the talk turned to the economy, her mouth would run freely—yet here she was.
"Shall we start by changing you out of those drab clothes?"
"These are ordinary everyday clothes."
"Because I want to."
"Do as you please!"
I deliberately limited the topics. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead and gave only the bare minimum of answers.
Fine. Let's see who wins.
The north wind and the sun. To make the traveler take off his coat, you needed warm sunlight.
Screech—!
First, change the exterior. We made a light circuit of the luxury brand shops in the department store.
"Oh my, it suits you so well!"
"I'll wear it out, so ring it up."
"Yes, sir!"
Clothes.
"Wow, your style, sir~!"
"Does it fit well?"
"Are you a model by any chance? I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you, sir~."
"I'll wear them out, so charge it."
"I'll prepare them right away!"
Boots.
"In my ten years working at a jewelry shop, I've never seen anyone who looks like they were born for gems the way you do. These are all insanely expensive luxury pieces, and they've been reduced to mere accessories for you."
"Just give me a reasonable selection."
"Yes, Master!"
Accessories.
With each piece matched to her, Rachel's hidden nobility began to surface.
She's beautiful.
Not merely pretty. An aura flowed from her that made her as unapproachable as a medieval aristocrat.
"Is this your hobby?"
"Halfway."
"I'll transfer the corresponding amount to your account."
Every single item was luxury. The staff had drooled and catered to us partly because we were VVIPs.
Normally if you buy this much for a woman...
She would open up on her own. Even the staff would, so a woman receiving gifts should feel like she was dreaming. Yet even that displeased her. She seemed to think I was mocking her, and instead radiated a chill.
Screech—!
As expected. Sunlight looks like useless effort until the traveler finally takes off his coat.
"Style her as much as you can without cutting too much."
"Understood! Our team will do our absolute best to take care of you!"
We went to a beauty salon. A high-end makeup shop with no upper limit on price, in exchange for styling her to the absolute peak.
Snip!
Rachel had no interest in her appearance. In some ways she was even worse than Sora.
"This much line looks natural for you, ma'am. Or should we add a little more intensity?"
"..."
"Ma'am...? Is there something you don't like?"
"She doesn't talk much. Just do it as is."
Korea was fundamentally obsessed with looks. Obsessed to the point that it became a problem.
So people get influenced without realizing it, but...
Abroad it was different. She had been born so sharp and put-together that even basic grooming gave her class.
"You're beautiful."
"I am not your doll."
"Today you are my doll."
"..."
But a person only shows their true value when they are dressed up. From head to toe I remade her to my taste.
Look at those fucking thick lips. I could spend a whole day just eating those lips.
I gently stroked them, careful not to smudge the makeup. She sat demurely in front of the mirror and—
Grit!
She clenched her teeth. She seemed to think she was being humiliated. The artist lady noticed the ominous atmosphere and didn't know what to do.
Snip! Snip!
It must have felt like walking on thin ice. Yet she was a pro who never stopped her hands. She finished the work in that tense atmosphere.
The result was more than satisfying.
"Was that your purpose?"
"Hm?"
"You dressed me up so you could enjoy a night with me."
She kept radiating chill all the way out after we paid. A picky princess.
Oh, her mind goes in that direction too?
Heh, kill me. If she had been born in another world she would have lived with lines like that constantly on her lips. That was the style she had become.
"Well, of course I'd want to."
"I knew it..."
"I want to pour my baby batter deep between those ass cheeks that don't even know how slutty they are, or something."
"??!!"
I planted the dirty talk straight into Rachel's ear. The face that had been pretending composure flooded with panic in an instant.
This fucking bitch.
I hadn't forgotten the grudge. If I had my way I would properly rape her and turn her into an unwed mother. Her reputation would hit rock bottom. Watching her bounce between Walmart day-labor jobs and lonely nursing sessions in the baby lounge would ease my stomach a little.
Smack!
Even that wouldn't be enough. Only by completely dropping this beautiful woman's life into the abyss would I be fully satisfied.
"Not resisting?"
"Because I can't."
"You hate having this done to you?"
"Of course."
"But your heart is pounding like crazy?"
I let my hand trail along her white, slender neck. I could feel the pulse in the carotid artery where warm blood flowed.
She's tense as hell, yet...
On the surface she maintained perfect composure. As expected of a woman I acknowledged.
Smack!
Smack!
I took her plump lower lip into my mouth. It was so soft I wanted to swallow it whole.
Those lips, seriously.
Sora tasted good too. But there was a fundamental difference between Easterners and Westerners. If Rachel just came at me a little more aggressively it could turn into a wild kiss.
A pity.
"Whoa, they're kissing."
"That girl's insanely pretty..."
"Is she an actress?"
"Kyaa!"
Capturing a scene like this on a downtown street in broad daylight was not an everyday occurrence. Passersby stopped in their tracks. I could feel their gazes openly fixed on us. Rachel's face flushed as red as a beet.
The stimulation is still too strong for her.
A virgin. Unlike Sora, she was an undeveloped natural monument in every place. Teasing her like this would be fun too. I eased into a moderate pace.
Thud!
We fled into the car. She seemed thoroughly sulky from earlier and kept her mouth tightly shut.
"That was delicious."
"A woman is not food."
"It's a compliment, you know?"
"Not to me."
"Then shall we eat something even tastier?"
I gently scratched under Rachel's chin. Even though it was quite far from the carotid—
Acting tough when she doesn't even know men.
The tension transmitted straight through. Her heartbeat had to be racing at least twice as fast as before. It was working. This lewd young lady might already be imagining her first experience with a man.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?"
"I really meant food."
"..."
"Let's go eat something delicious."
I lightly patted Rachel's thick thighs. As the owner of an excellent hip line, her thighs were no less impressive. She seemed embarrassed and clutched her skirt. Her face was a tangle of shame, anger, and every other emotion.
The revenge is only just beginning.
Of course it had nothing to do with the Rachel of now. I was simply working out the grudge in my heart on my own. I wanted to carve a scratch deep enough into her. Trauma severe enough to become a bit of a bad hobby.
"Any food you won't eat?"
"If I'm eating with you, I won't find anything delicious no matter what it is."
"I'll make you regret those words."
I was going to thoroughly ruin Rachel's first experience.