The Second Bet
Squelch!
Rachel's most precious place.
I stroked her shameful sex with my fingers.
"Still less embarrassing than your account, though."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"It's true, isn't it?"
She was clamping her own hand over her mouth. The moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes made her look pitiful.
Playing the tragic heroine, are we?
When the truth was she was feeling it intensely. The body I had diligently trained was made for exactly this.
Squelch! Squelch!
Fluid dripped steadily from my fingers. Her face flushed crimson, a vivid contrast against her pale skin. Little by little she melted. The moans slipping between the fingers she pressed over her mouth did not lie.
Her clit is nice and plump too.
Honest, unlike the rest of her. Cute enough that tormenting her felt thoroughly worthwhile.
"Alright. Time for cock."
"Cock……."
"You'll service me with your mouth if you want a reward."
I made her serve while she was already wound tight with arousal. That haughty face dyed in shame was thrilling.
Heh. She's got that 'just kill me' look.
If Rachel had been born in another world she would have made an excellent princess-knight. And she could do the same just fine in this one. Given her status and abilities, the situation should have been impossible.
I wouldn't get this hard just fucking any random woman.
She was on a completely different level from the whores that littered the streets. Knowing that made the satisfaction even deeper.
"Hey. I told you not to touch yourself."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"Shut up and suck."
Making her obey. The moment I called out the hand she was trying to use for her own relief, she thrashed.
She's dying to scratch that itch.
Her hand moved on pure instinct. Frustration made her clench her thighs, which only stimulated the place further.
Drip. Drip.
Clear fluid fell. Even without words, her body's reaction told me everything.
"That's it. Swallow."
"……."
"See, you can do it when you try. For the finish, give the tip a nice long suck and clean it up properly, would you?"
Slowly, but surely, she was becoming a woman. Even those venomous eyes of hers would change someday.
Or not. Either way works for me.
That had its own flavor of enjoyment. As a reward for good behavior I let her climax. A body grown pliant, a mind grown tangled. Watching Rachel's face twist like that was almost enough to make me come again.
Whoosh—
The sound of running water. When Rachel emerged from the bathroom she wore the same dry, expressionless face as if nothing had happened. Conquering her was worth the effort. I had never expected her to break easily in the first place.
"Amateur."
"Ugh."
"A bottom-feeder who can't even invest properly."
"Wh-who are you calling—!"
That was half the reason for the wager. After the body came the mind. I scraped at her pride as an investor.
And her curiosity too.
She must have been overflowing with confidence. Making a profit was nothing special to her. Yet the report card she received had been catastrophic. Not only no gains—actual losses.
"It wasn't my fault, you know."
"The market was weird?"
"Don't laugh."
"Does this look like a laughing matter to you?"
The classic investor excuse. Anyone who actually knew how to invest would just chuckle and move on. The fact that she was saying it at all—she must have been embarrassed enough that her cheeks were burning.
What's more embarrassing is the attitude that refuses to admit failure.
Even monkeys fall from trees. In the stock market it was an annual event. There was only one way not to join that parade.
"Tell me."
"Hm?"
"Why I lost. You…… you already know, don't you?"
Admit the mistake and update your information. Rachel was not an inflexible person.
Well, I figured it would go like this.
I had known from the start. Even an investor with solid fundamentals was guaranteed to fall on their face the first time around.
"I was planning to tell you from the beginning, actually."
"Hmph!"
"Assuming you played the role of one-day sex friend properly, that is."
"Sex friend?!"
The peculiarities of the KOSPI applied to everyone. Even the high-flying famous foreign institutions and investors were no exception.
She knows the English word, at least.
Rachel's face flooded with fluster. Her second defeat. She must have anticipated what was coming. Of course it would be different from the first time. The road to corruption had only just begun.
"Not like you have veto power anyway."
"Ugh."
"And the final course is a hotel."
"!!"
"Want to get fucked rough, or are you going to be a good girl and listen?"
It was already imprinted on her body. A single flick of my finger—I curled it into a circle—and her spine snapped straight into perfect posture.
That's right. Behave.
I had pressed the trauma button. Once Rachel agreed to obey, I loaded her into the car and we set off.
"You didn't wear any of the pretty clothes I bought you?"
"I tore them all up and threw them away."
"Oh. That's sad."
"By now they've either been incinerated or they're sitting in a landfill."
The atmosphere was not exactly pleasant. After what she had been through she was still radiating hostility.
A little tension like that is necessary.
It would make the date more fun. The first place I took Rachel was—
Gusegye Department Store Gangnam
The same place as last time. We toured the department store and started with clothes. That plain suit of hers made her look like she was just here on a business trip.
"Shall we fit you for one more piece of trash?"
"Do as you like."
"Going to throw it away again?"
"Hmph!"
I had tried to transfer money into her account. She had not been able to send it because I had not taught her how. Straight into the garbage. Most people would have been too stingy to do that, but she was a golden spoon—bold as anything.
No, more like a diamond spoon.
Even gold or diamonds would look cheap next to her. That insufferably arrogant woman.
"Oh my, welcome back, sir. It's been a while."
"Yeah."
"And this customer…… shall we style her the same way as last time?"
A luxury boutique. In truth I had been here just last week with Hye-ri. The manager rubbing her hands together so eagerly knew that too.
Because I'm a regular.
She was pretending not to notice. You only truly understand why the customer is king after you have spent an enormous amount of money. They start catering to your every whim on their own. Even without me saying much, she was already directing the staff to bring out outfits.
"Something different this time."
"What sort of feel are you looking for?"
"The most revealing, sluttiest thing this store has."
"!!"
An unreasonable demand like that. Her expression cooled for a second, but she quickly beamed and set the staff in motion. The store was spacious. As befitting the highest-grossing Gangnam branch, it stocked luxury pieces that could accommodate even a VVVIP's requests.
"……."
Even the truly maniacal ones. The manager had enough years under her belt that she knew every item in the back stockroom cold.
"These are the sort of pieces we have…… what do you think? We also have options with a bit less exposure, of course."
"It's fine. I have a model who can pull them off completely."
"?!"
"Oh my, how rude of me not to recognize the lady. We'll assist with the fitting right away."
Ready-to-wear. That was all luxury meant to me unless a famous designer had made it bespoke.
Still, good enough for a one-day date.
Two staff members led a dazed Rachel inside. She radiated an aura that was hard to approach. But this was a luxury boutique. The staff, long inured to every kind of celebrity and difficult customer, were not about to be cowed.
"Oh~"
"It looks absolutely stunning on you, miss!"
"Th-this shameless……."
Rachel emerged after changing. A dress that harmonized bright gold and white.
I thought it was a hostess gown for a second.
The kind of look you might see in a Gangnam room salon. It was slit vertically from the neck all the way past the navel, flashing dizzying bare skin. The waist, including the navel, was pure sheer. She looked half-undressed—lewd enough to stop traffic.
"Are you out of your mind? Making me wear something like this!"
"So what?"
"!!"
"You're my woman."
It could look vulgar. But everything changed depending on who was wearing it.
Because it's luxury.
The bare skin revealed by the slit. I boldly slipped my hand inside and kneaded. Rachel froze in shock. Of course she did—the location was the location. The staff's gazes were locked on us directly.
Like they haven't seen this once or twice already.
I had brought more than one or two women here. They tacitly looked the other way and even shooed other shoppers aside. That was the privilege of a VVVIP—the small perks you earned by spending an absolute fortune in the store.
Smack.
I claimed her lips as well. My other hand stroked the outer line of her long, slender thigh.
"Beautiful."
"Wh-why am I even……."
"It's fine. Today this whole place was prepared just for Rachel."
A situation that would make most women melt on the spot. Whether it would work on a diamond spoon was another question. She recovered a little of her composure. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized she did not look merely vulgar.
Because she has the frame for it.
She could pull it off completely. The fabric and the design were luxurious enough that the eye did not go only to the exposure. We fitted her with the rest piece by piece. Clothes, shoes, accessories—everything to make the sluttiest possible version of Rachel.
"Looking forward to tonight."
"You're always only interested in that……"
"What man isn't interested in that?"
We finished with makeup. When the raw material was this good you did not need heavy cosmetics; it was done in moments. Even that alone transformed her. No—you could feel she was a person of high rank, a true noble.
Which she actually is.
She belonged to an extremely formidable family, after all. And I was handling a woman like that however I pleased.
"I'm embarrassed."
"One coat as well. Something that won't be too warm."
Taking her around like this. As a man, there could be no more satisfying date. I draped a light coat over her for Rachel, who was still unused to the exposure. The department store staff were grinning ear to ear. They would have pocketed a fat incentive.
That's why they let me have this kind of fun.
The satisfaction of money well spent. I savored it fully as I headed for the next place to throw cash around.
"You've enjoyed yourself enough already!"
"Hm?"
"Stop this and let's talk about something productive……."
Rachel seemed completely unable to adapt. She kept trying to change the subject.
Of course she would.
I was already thinking only of how else I could tease her as we stepped out of the department store when—
"Oh, Oppa!"
"Huh?"
"And even Rachel unnie. What are you two doing?"
"……."
I ran into Suhyun.