Gambling Den
Bio.
Famous as the reason Korean investors go broke.
"Biotech stocks?"
"Yeah."
"Are the prospects good?"
"No."
"Hey, you bastard."
Some stock or other doubles overnight!
The ones that rocket up like that are almost always biotech theme plays.
A field no ordinary person with common sense could ever understand.
So why the hell does it go up?
That premonition of ignorant questions pouring out never fails.
"There's got to be some reason, though. Like with Osung Biologics."
"Haa……."
"Your tits are huge, so it's fine, right?"
"That so?"
But she had grown.
Those already absurdly large breasts made him wonder how she even managed to carry them around.
Ah, right. These are mine.
Beyond full—they were round and heavy.
He rested a hand on that thick mass of flesh.
Firm from the bra.
Only after a moment did the warm heat rise into his palm.
"Come on, spit it out already. Or should I make you spit it out starting from here?"
"This is sexual harassment."
"I'm just getting ahead of you before you start, senior."
Sora climbed onto the chair.
Whether she'd been dieting or not, she felt lighter than before.
But the parts that pressed against him were still solid and full.
Her face had slimmed too, making her even more beautiful.
Smack!
A light kiss.
She tangled her tongue with his and breathed hot against his ear.
"I masturbated yesterday."
"Out of nowhere?"
"It's your fault, senior. Teaching me weird things."
Sora's long, slender fingers tickled across his chest.
The occasional prick of her nails sent a sharp, electric thrill through him.
Did I teach her too much…….
Her whole character had shifted.
Her breathing grew rougher by the second, like she might pounce any moment.
Thud!
The bra hit the floor.
It was so heavy and dense the sound was substantial.
Her breasts were worse.
Just resting them on his chest made even him feel the weight.
"I want to learn more things."
"Really?"
"You'll teach me, right?"
One hand gently stroked his chin.
The other pressed greedily into his thigh.
When she pressed the artery, the blood flow quickened.
It gathering in his groin was only natural.
She's campaigning to get fucked, isn't she?
That soft ass kept rubbing against his lower body.
The ace of the masturbation room had become the ace of the private suite.
"Of course I'll teach you. Oppa can teach you real well."
"Then teach me why biotech stocks go up."
"What?"
She sat there spouting nonsense that killed the mood cold.
Even the cock that had been standing went soft at the question.
You fucking bitch.
She'd gotten clever.
Now he had to answer just so he could keep playing with that thick ass.
"For example, say I want to fuck you senseless."
"And?"
"Rumors start spreading. That the cool-beauty girl famous as the prettiest in the neighborhood has an insane body and is still a virgin."
He put a hand on Sora's ass.
He held shares in it, so he could touch as much as he wanted.
This insolent little rump.
It looked like it could swallow even a decent-sized cock whole, yet she still had no experience with men.
"Then a ton of people would want to put it in here, right?"
"Is that so?"
"That's the logic the price rises on. Even though you're actually this filthy slut."
"Ah♡"
He gave her a taste of spanking.
Before, it had jiggled soft and loose; now the flesh was packed tight and firm.
Smack!
There was real satisfaction in hitting it.
He meant to deliver pain strong enough to leave a palm print.
Squelch!
Squelch!
She stuck to him completely.
This 171-centimeter solid girl was impossible to peel off.
"Think the price will go up?"
"You'd have to try it to know."
"Oppa actually likes virgins too, right? Even though you call it a declining industry."
She spun her index finger in slow circles on his chest.
The sharp tip of her nail scraped stinging lines across his skin.
Whether she'd learned it online or not, it was dangerous.
If she mastered sex with this kind of potential—
I need to put some discipline into her.
Later she might start climbing all over him.
He hammered a woman's proper breeding into her body for good.
Smack!
A palm print.
Sora, ass gripped tight, rounded her eyes wide.
"That hurts!"
"I hit you so it would hurt."
"Then why don't I hate it? This."
She locked her arms around his neck and clung.
There was a change in the breasts pressed against him.
Nipples are hard.
All the teaching had been worth it.
This seductive body needed careful control.
"You have to listen well to Oppa."
"Ah."
"Right? No acting up."
"You can't keep hitting me. Ah, ah……."
She had only ever been stiff and rigid.
Now her true nature was showing.
Face reading never lies.
A man-eating seductress.
With this face and body she had somehow lived like a stone.
Smack!
Smack!
The more he taught her one thing after another, the faster the flower bloomed.
When he spanked the ass that clung so perfectly to his hand—
"Haa……, haa……."
Her breathing turned rough.
The body trembling in his grip was definitely feeling something.
Developing her into a masochist should be fine, right?
Even a born seductress could turn out differently depending on how she was raised.
"Stop teasing me and do it properly."
"Do what?"
"I know everything already, okay? Hurry up and take me to the bed."
Into a girl this obedient.
She pointed at the bed with white, slender fingers and begged.
First time in the boyfriend's studio is the national rule, sure. No—not yet.
Not until she begged him to open her herself.
He laid Sora on the bed and looked her over from head to toe.
Even in clothes that weren't revealing, the curves stood out sharp.
When he twisted her waist just a little, saliva slid down his throat without him noticing.
"How do you want me to do it?"
"All the way to the end……."
"I already said no to that."
"Ah, aaang♡"
She even knew how to act cute now.
This was a critical period in Sora's education.
I have to train her body so she knows how to react when a man takes her.
She'd never had anything inside her, yet she already knew how to bewitch a man.
She might even be masturbating pretty hard.
"Then touch me."
"How?"
"Like when I do it alone……."
"How do you do it alone?"
"Just normally. Plus the things senior taught me."
She might even have gotten her hands on toys.
To soothe this big, lewd body of hers.
Huh?
The more he listened, the less there was to it.
A faint guilt rose, but—
"Like sucking on the nipples."
"And?"
"Or pressing hard on my stomach."
"And?"
"Huh? That's all."
It was barely even worthy of being called masturbation.
The kind of thing a clueless middle-schooler would do.
She gets off on just that?
Those were the little games he had played with her.
She had been soothing this lewd body in the most inefficient ways possible.
Gulp!
What would happen if he taught her real pleasure.
A sense of unease swept over him, like he had opened Pandora's box.
"Ah, hurry~!"
Sora whined.
The only one who could keep this seductress from jumping every man she saw was him.
The responsibility is heavy as hell.
Sora's outer clothes.
He slid them up and the pretty navel appeared, then the massive flesh above it.
On top of that, the nipples stood proudly, flaunting their presence.
He took one gently into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue.
"It's senior's chest, so treat it carefully. If you bite like that—ah! It hurts."
Yet the nipple only grew harder by magic.
Sora's breathing turned dangerously rough.
The stomach toned by exercise writhed more than before.
The harder he pressed, the more something stirred deep inside.
I should just buy it.
He didn't even need to look—it was a guaranteed jackpot.
He wanted to grab this thin waist that fit perfectly in one hand and pound her senseless.
The problem was he had no idea how she would change once he did.
Just touching her stomach made her expression turn lewd.
"My stomach, a little more on the stomach……."
"Want me to hit your stomach?"
"Why would you hit my stomach."
Turning her into a masochist would take time.
He let her come once, moderately.
Her sensitivity was incredible.
Even without anything inside, the inner walls were contracting and relaxing on their own, working hard.
"Better than doing it alone?"
"Senior's hands are thick and rough—it feels weird. Ahh-ah……."
He pressed until skin nearly met organs.
Even the air deep in her lungs came out.
Slack mouth.
Disheveled posture.
She was clearly savoring the afterglow with deep satisfaction.
"Senior."
"Yeah?"
"Aren't you going to do it?"
"I……, ahem! Later."
Along with the sex appeal.
Her skin was so wet and slick that just touching it felt like it would never come off.
This is dangerous.
If he even started dry-humping he might slip it in without thinking.
No—he wanted to take her on pure instinct.
Probably the reason humanity never stopped breeding.
A captivating woman made a man want to get her pregnant.
"Uu……, you haven't started hating me, have you?"
"No."
"It's standing properly down here. I need to work harder so you get even more turned on."
"……."
He had no idea what would happen if he got more turned on than this.
Sora seemed to want to give birth.
She'll really turn into a dairy cow.
To keep from falling for the temptation, he needed to use Hye-ri and drain himself first.
"So what's the real reason biotech stocks are promising?"
"I already told you."
"But that…… is just the basic thing that happens when a bubble forms in the stock price."
Having come once, Sora's reason had returned.
Biotech stocks really were hard to understand.
Within the range of ordinary thinking, anyway.
Even from a stock investor's perspective they were murky.
There was a reason people said never to touch biotech.
And yet they were always the hot topic.
In practice the prices rose, and hitting the daily limit was practically routine.
"Those kinds of stocks are usually companies that listed through the technology special exemption. If a new drug gets developed the returns are enormous, so even if they're not making money right now they get high PERs applied."
"Ah, so people invest hoping for the jackpot of new drug development."
"No."
"Huh?"
In reality it was hard even to call them all sizzle and no steak.
Of all those technology-special-exemption listed companies—
Not a single one has ever delivered results.
The system had been running since 2005.
Over a hundred companies had enjoyed the preferential treatment so far, yet not one had succeeded in developing a new drug.
"Not even one?"
"Yeah."
"Then why."
"Do people still invest."
It was understandable not to get it.
Within the bounds of common sense, that is.
Because this was a place where common sense didn't work.
That's why they call it a gambling den.
You only really understand once you visit an actual gambling house.