A Gentleman's Revenge
Her face burned a vivid red. Those wide eyes looked ready to spill over into tears at any second. Even so, he showed her no mercy.
There was something he absolutely had to pay back to this woman.
How much humiliation did I have to swallow just because I took a virginity?
If you wrote “because he ate the competing CEO’s virgin daughter” as the reason a company went bankrupt, it wouldn’t even pass as a joke. He had lived that joke for real. His grudge was not the sort that dissolved quietly.
“I thought something smelled off.”
“S-smell?”
“What is this piss stink? Don’t virgins use feminine wash? You don’t use feminine cleanser?”
“I-I washed thoroughly in the shower…”
Her protest came out in a voice that shrank into itself. She had never used the stuff, so of course she had no idea how to take care of herself.
Truth is, there wasn’t any smell at all.
Earlier it had tasted like the clear rice wine he had drunk—sweet, nutty, something he could have sucked on forever.
“Could be some kind of infection.”
“Infection?!”
“No one’s ever been in there, so how would you even know if something’s wrong?”
“Th-that’s…”
She didn’t know. She had already handed him the initiative, so all she could do was take the hits one after another.
Especially with how America works.
Party culture ruled. Men and women met naturally. One or two boyfriends? Unless there was something wrong with you, that was normal.
“So what are you going to do?”
“What should I do…”
“Apologize. Or are you saying it’s my fault for not expecting a twenty-three-year-old virgin?”
She had nothing. She carried the complex herself. Having it pointed out so bluntly made her head feel ready to explode. He pressed the advantage, and the gaslighting landed: she now believed she owed him an apology.
“I’m sorry for still being a virgin at twenty-three.”
He made her kneel naked just like that. The sight sent a pure rush of pleasure through him. The old grudge felt like it had loosened, just a little.
But stopping here would not be enough.
“You’re sorry?”
“I’m sorry…”
“If you’re sorry, then stop walking around with this filthy virgin pussy attached to you!”
“Hiiik!”
He needed to educate her properly—body and mind both—until she could never talk back again.
Slap!
One more strike. He grabbed her thrashing body and delivered two more. The virgin folds that had never been used swelled bright red.
I’ll turn her into a total masochist.
A first experience that could decide her entire sexual orientation. He would hammer an unforgettable memory deep into her brain.
“I’m still not satisfied.”
“I-it hurts.”
“This is what ‘hurts’ actually means.”
“Guhik!”
He flicked her clit hard with a finger. She let out a ridiculous scream, clutched her crotch, and rolled across the floor. The revenge was still only getting started.
Like scolding a child, he seized Rachel’s waist and lined her up.
“A virgin at that age.”
“Hiiik!”
“Is that okay or not okay?”
“I’m sorry!”
He spanked her ass. A clear palm print bloomed across the big, white flesh.
Damn, this actually feels good to hit.
A Korean woman would bruise purple and be unable to sit properly the next day. Slap! She was solid—firm flesh, generous size, plenty of surface to work with.
“But.”
“?!”
“Why is this getting wet? You a masochist bitch?”
“O-oh… ooh…”
Her outer lips were thick too. When he rubbed the slick folds, wetness poured out.
Well, of course she’s like this.
He had spent a long time winding her up. Pleasure and pain would already be blurring together. He alternated between tormenting her ass and her pussy. The clit he had swollen with flicks—
“Heh… heeeh.”
—reacted beautifully the moment he touched it. He was programming pleasure straight into Rachel’s body.
“Does it hurt?”
“It hurts…”
“I’m sorry. I never expected a woman this good to still be a virgin.”
“??”
He offered the carrot as well. With loving hands he stroked her, kissing her cheek and lips.
There, there. Don’t think.
He stripped away her cold judgment so she could no longer understand what was being done to her.
“I’m sorry I was rough.”
“…Yes.”
“But you still have to pay the price for disappointing a man, right? Do you accept that or not?”
“I-I accept it!”
The moment he played with her clit, she became obedient. By softening his tone he even let her keep a scrap of pride.
I’m going to torment her like this all day.
A body that still didn’t know pleasure—yet he knew every switch better than anyone alive. He was the one who had taken her, after all. He would shape her into a body that could never defy a man.
Thud!
Rachel returned to her studio apartment after her first real date. Every emotion imaginable swirled inside her.
The date… the date itself was really wonderful…
The railroad that had raced through the past. The motorboat that had sprayed cool droplets. And the meal had been beyond anything she could have imagined.
Gulp.
Even now the taste lingered. Better than any fish she had ever eaten—fluffy flesh, crackling skin. Even the way of eating it had been fascinating. Only then did she realize: the entire date course, the food, everything had been chosen with her in mind.
But why did he hit me there…
That was the problem. Rachel clutched her still-stinging ass. The space between her legs throbbed. The roughly treated clit was swollen; even the lightest touch made it pulse.
Is he actually a psychopath? How can he treat a woman’s body like that?
Every part of her ached. Especially at the end, when he had ordered her to take his cock in her mouth again.
Gulp.
The sensation still lived on her tongue—the absurd size that made her jaw go numb, the thick white fluid. He had made her hold it in her mouth for a long time before finally letting her swallow. The feeling of it sliding down her throat—
Even now my throat feels blocked.
It had been like swallowing jelly. A strange texture and smell she had never tasted before. A man’s flavor. That was the only way to describe something so weird and unique.
Drip. Drip.
Lying on her bed, she finally began to calm down. And the moment she did, the emotions crashed over her like a tsunami. Fat tears rolled down. She had never expected her first experience to end like this.
I almost wish he had just been a complete brute.
The mental shock would have been lighter. During the date, affection had sprouted—hard enough that she couldn’t deny it. She had started thinking that if it was this man, maybe it would be okay to be held.
It doesn’t smell like piss. It doesn’t!
Rachel touched her own sex, then brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. Chan-uk’s verbal abuse had driven itself deep into her chest. The swollen place kept drawing her attention.
Squelch. Squelch.
A part of her body she had never even been conscious of before. Maybe because Chan-uk had played with it so much.
There’s no point touching here. Ah… ah!
Strangely, her hand moved on its own. Whether from the alcohol or something else, her body had grown hot. Rachel knew the concept, at least. Masturbation. She sank into the act she had never once performed.
If I hadn’t been a virgin…
The next step—the thing she had only ever seen in adult films—might have happened. No, it definitely would have. She had confirmed he had feelings for her too. That was why she had opened her own heart.
Squelch!
The more she thought of Chan-uk, the hotter her body became.
“Ah… ah… aaang♡”
For a virgin, the experience had been far too intense.
The recent market.
The bear market had started again. The scale of it was beyond anything anyone had imagined.
I’m working and money is just getting deleted!!!!!!!!! Fuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!!!! Money is getting deleted!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Nasdaq’s climb. The Korean market hadn’t even managed half of that. Everyone had expected a proper rally to begin. Reality was merciless. What waited for investors was neither sideways action nor a gentle decline—it was a free-fall crash.
Holy shit, how does it just keep dropping with no brakes?
Sora scrolled through the community. The dominant reaction was the kind of silence that comes when people can’t even scream anymore. The index had fallen 15 percent in a single week. As an investor herself, the chill was unavoidable.
If I could just go back one week to when everyone was hyping the dead-cat bounce… Is it already too late to cut losses? I want to turn back time. Go back to the pure days when I didn’t even know what stocks were and just work hard…
She could easily have been in the same position—stomping her feet and cursing the world. Phew~ Thankfully, with her senior’s help she had already escaped. She had converted her stocks to cash. Now the market situation looked cold and clear. Foreigners were pulling money out nonstop.
Would you rather hold dollars or hold won?
Dollars pay more interest lol
And the trend looked ready to deepen. The community users had a point.
Definitely.
Exchange rates. The interest-rate gap between the won and the dollar could easily keep dragging the stock market lower. Actual articles were already appearing.
While Sora sat trapped in the terror of the crash, another post caught her eye.
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Didn’t I say the country was finished? lmaoooooooo
The Big Short?
An interesting conversation had appeared.