Rental Stocks
Futures.
Trading an asset that will change hands in the future—settling the deal right now, in the present.
Rental stocks.
It was a concept not entirely unlike a rental girlfriend.
There was just one difference.
"With my own money?"
"Obviously."
"It's my first time…"
"With a hymen, you punch through in one go."
You could take it.
Sora seemed to be hesitating over her first experience.
Still hasn't been broken through, huh.
Her parents had tried to talk her out of it, too.
Her father, a securities firm director, had declared:
If you ever end up trading stocks, you must never—under any circumstances—touch futures!
He looked ready to keep her from graduating virginity itself.
Experience mattered in everything.
"I think I'm going to be really scared."
Well, yeah. It's scary.
"What if I go bankrupt?"
"What do you think? Your life goes to absolute shit."
"Will you take responsibility, Senior?"
She'd graduated from everything except virginity.
And she was already doing things that would make her father faint on the spot.
Smack!
Sora sat on my lap, head tipped back, looking up at me with those sly, coquettish eyes.
Look at that tiny face.
Normally she was large.
At 171 centimeters, she was as tall as most men, and her presence matched.
A beauty with a body that went on forever—eyes couldn't help but follow her.
"Do I taste good?"
"What'd you put on?"
"I bought it because they said guys like this flavor."
"You little minx."
Her seated height was small.
Even perched on my knees, her gaze sat lower than mine.
Is it because I can't see her chest from this angle?
The fact that she was younger hit all at once.
I licked the lip gloss off her full lips, slow and thorough.
A tart raspberry sherbet, leading straight into the sweet honeycomb underneath.
Smack!
Gulp!
I tasted her properly.
The faintly sticky cosmetic flavor lingering in my mouth mixed with spit and got returned to her.
"You eat well."
"Isn't this the kind of thing you only do with your own girl?"
"You're already halfway my girl."
"Ehehe♡"
She swallowed greedily, gulp after gulp.
Those lips, thrust out like a sparrow begging for more, almost made me suck them without thinking.
Wait.
I had been conquering her gradually.
I'd developed her erogenous zones and branded into her the fact that she was a female.
But she had never been the clingy, coquettish type.
If anything, Sora had been blunt to a fault.
"Hurry~."
"Why are you so worked up?"
"Because you've been cold to me lately, Senior."
"Huh?"
"You're not playing around with other girls, are you?"
"……"
She had a sharper eye than expected.
For someone as dense as those absurdly massive tits of hers, anyway.
Should I just brush past it?
Sora's chest.
I squeezed hard, and her heartbeat kicked up.
I sealed the soft moan spilling from her lips with my mouth.
My cock stood straight up.
The only regret was that her big ass was crushing down on it.
Something else was standing even harder than that.
The stock price.
More precisely, futures—but the basic shape wasn't all that different from equities.
It's just a bet on what the stock will be worth in the future, after all.
No need to get too tense.
At worst, the order book was thin, so the volatility ran high.
✓ Buy order executed!
And then there were options.
Naturally, just like with indices and commodities, options existed here too.
"What did you just do?"
"Hm? Bought."
"Bought what?"
"Sold call options."
"What?"
A question mark floated over Sora's face.
He said he bought, then said he sold—no wonder she couldn't follow.
No need to overthink it.
You heard the stories every now and then.
Someone made 10,000% on futures!
What they usually meant by "futures" was options.
And wherever someone made that kind of money, someone else was losing it.
Sitting on the losing side of that trade was selling options.
"???"
"You collect the premium—with the minor downside that your losses are infinite."
"W-what are you talking about…"
Put simply, it was insurance.
An insurance company collects premiums.
In exchange, when an accident hits, they pay out the claim.
As long as no accident happens, you make money.
But if a big one blows up?
You could take a catastrophic loss—up to 10,000%—and that risk was always there.
✓ Buy order executed!
In short: life goes to absolute shit.
I lightly pressed Sora's life-goes-to-shit button one more time.
"You had a reason for… buying that, right?"
"Nah. Just hit the button."
"Hey."
"It's not my life on the line."
"You crazy bastard!"
No—if she tanks, I win.
I could keep a woman this delicious as a permanent cock-house for life.
And if she made money instead, that was also a win.
Two separate reasons to buy.
"Sell it back right now!"
"Can't."
"What did you say?"
"I said I can't sell it."
She hated that.
Sora started making completely unreasonable demands.
There was being clueless about the world, and then there was this.
An insurance company can't just delist itself because it doesn't feel like paying claims, can it?
Same principle.
Selling options worked on that system.
You had to hold until expiration. No choice.
Options expiration fell on the second Thursday of every month.
It was going to be a day she would never forget for the rest of her life.
"Are you actually out of your fucking mind?"
"There it is. True colors coming out."
"No—how the fuck am I supposed to not lose it?!"
Sora grabbed me by the collar and shook.
Whispering sweet things one second, then this—this was why you couldn't trust women.
Rachel burned me once, too.
Being nice on a daily basis was useless.
Maybe that was where the saying came from—raise a kid and it still turns out worthless.
⚡ Foreigner has sold shares!
I hadn't bought those options for no reason.
I hadn't checked any corporate filings or news articles, either.
"See? Look how many call option sellers there are."
"So what."
"You little bitch—"
"Kyaa!"
The market's flow was visible at a glance.
Option selling was usually driven by institutions.
Because they're confident they can control the price.
If the stock moved inside a set range, they profited.
They shook it up and down and steered it into expiration.
That sell-side volume was heavy.
And yet the price was still climbing—which meant the rally was almost certainly a complete load of bullshit.
⚡ Foreigner cannot be stopped!
⚡ Institution has sold shares!
Massive program buying.
That had been the engine lifting the price.
And now it was being dumped right back on top of it, crushing it down.
"I-I'm back to even!"
"No refunds."
"Do something! Unless you want to die!"
She was a truly fierce young lady.
Making me die was something best reserved for the bedroom.
✓ Buy order executed!
You couldn't sell a short options position before expiration.
What you could do was buy the opposite position and cancel it out.
Sell one call, sell one put—net them to zero.
The phrase was "closing the position."
You held ±0 through expiration and took neither profit nor loss.
"You should've said that earlier!"
"Then it wouldn't be fun."
"Just tell me, you insane bastard…"
This was the world of futures.
Hearing about it never made it real.
There was no better teacher than getting hit by it yourself.
All of this becomes blood and flesh eventually.
They said the hardships of youth were worth buying—and she had literally bought hers, so it would stick for a long time.
"Of course you won't forget it. Two million won just got deleted in front of your eyes."
"Why are you so worked up? These things happen."
"Oh, right, it's not your money, aaang♡"
Sora was ranting, completely wound up.
The nipple I was holding had gone rock-hard too.
This little bitch.
I gripped it tight and twisted.
A lewd moan spilled out as her soft chest grew damp with sweat.
Squelch!
Down below, too.
Sora's most precious place.
When I brushed it with a fingertip, her cute clit was standing at full attention.
"See? You are turned on."
"How the fuck am I supposed to not be, you crazy bastard!"
"Ah-ah."
"That part's still not yours—ah, ah, ah♡"
Sora covered her face with both hands.
She was embarrassed, but her body was brutally honest.
She's seriously fucking soaked.
I hadn't even touched her much.
And yet she'd gotten wet and hard all on her own, a complete mess.
Squelch! Squelch!
The twitching entrance sucked my finger in.
Even with that still-taut membrane still in place.
"You really were born a filthy little pervert."
"It's because of you, Senior."
"Me?"
"You taught me so many things."
Whether the tension had left her or not, her body went soft again.
Her temperature climbed to match—warm, almost hot.
And here it's even wetter.
The lightest touch made her thighs clench and open, clench and open.
I was confident I could make her finish.
✓ Buy order executed!
I played with her a little longer.
Her body, her mind, and her account—all of it.
"You crazy bastard, that's my money."
"That's what makes it hot, though."
"Are you actually insane?!"
Flick.
Harder than before.
When I kneaded it with my fingers, Sora went quiet.
Squelch! Squelch!
I worked the entrance, too.
That dizzying edge—the membrane about to tear—multiplied the heat.
⚡ Institution is going berserk!
Depth, as well.
Selling call options was a derivative that got more favorable the lower the stock went.
Buying them in a moment like this makes for a solid hedge.
The next expiration was the second Thursday of July.
Alcohol-related stocks weren't going to carry this kind of hype all the way there.
Not unless Korea somehow made the finals.
That was roughly the logic behind buying short options.
⚡ Institution has been hit!
Of course, there was volatility before then.
As the stock spiked, Sora's account melted down.
Brutal swings.
The thrill of theoretically infinite loss made gambling look tame.
"Senior, do something."
"You do it."
"No—my body… I don't think I can calm down unless it's you."
Sex dripped off the end of every sentence.
There was no refusing Sora's temptation.