Crazy Bitch

Crazy bitch.

Crazy bitch.

It wasn't for nothing that I quit eating Jonggajip kimchi because of this woman.

Is this psycho bitch actually serious?

Investors think differently from ordinary people from the ground up. One corner of their minds is twisted. I'm actually the normal type. The most ridiculous ones are those whose outsides and insides don't match.

"I recommend having many babies. Using IVF for efficiency wouldn't be a bad idea either."

"IVF…?"

"It raises the twin implantation rate, doesn't it? You don't even know that?"

She looked like a refined young lady on the surface, but inside she was an investor down to the bone. Her instinct to think only in terms of efficiency was, in some ways, worse than mine.

Does she think her womb is some kind of baby production factory?

She was sitting there calculating efficiency even for giving birth to a single child. And she spat it out like it was the most natural thing in the world. She had already mapped out the entire plan in her head—what kind of life she would lead after marrying me.

"Ah, I won't be taking any medicine. Making an excellent child requires a certain amount of effort, after all…"

"Hey."

"Yes? Are we making one right now? We haven't held the formal wedding yet, but… there's no harm in being early, right?"

"Come here for a second."

She had pre-reflected the pre-reflection. In this woman's head it had already gone past reality and become the future.

There's a limit to delusion.

Once she set a goal, she would achieve it no matter what. It was the same as Rachel's investment philosophy. She wouldn't hesitate to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠use force if that was what it took. Her personality was more twisted than mine.

Squelch!

That personality. It wasn't like I didn't know. I knew everything about Rachel from one to ten.

You're still a virgin, you crazy bitch.

I needed to teach her a lesson.

I pulled her into an empty lecture hall and shoved my hand straight into her pants.

"Where is this?"

"The place where babies come from."

"Have I used it? Or not?"

"Not yet—ah! Not yet…"

I had never even accidentally broken through. My fingertip caught on something that blocked entry. The place I had used was somewhere else. I moved my hand to remind her of last night's memory.

Slap!

That thick ass. Those marshmallow-soft breasts. The place I had turned into a female was right here.

"This hole."

"Ah, that side is…"

"The place that made you feel good is this hole."

"Yes♡"

When I pushed a finger in, it clenched softly around me. She was already ready to take it before I even started caressing her.

What an excellent body.

Her durability was solid too. An ordinary woman wouldn't even have been able to stand up and walk around after last night.

Thrust!

It vanished into her plush ass. The place that had completely swallowed my cock squeezed as if it still wasn't enough.

"You bitch who cums from her ass."

"Kyaa!"

"You're nothing but my hole. Got it?"

"Hwaaang♡"

The used feel had grown even more mature. The path my cock traveled twitched and fretted with impatience.

Slap! Slap!

Monster ass. A wild beast of a creature that only listened when you ruthlessly pounded and spanked it.

Just be satisfied with being an ass onahole.

I squeezed her breasts hard and drove all the way to the deepest point. Her ass gently wrapped around the junction. Grip. Rachel's soft body embraced my entire flesh with her whole being.

Throb!

My cum too. Every time it erupted, she sucked it inward with wet ssuuk-ssuuk sounds, swallowing it down.

"How was I?"

"Delicious."

"I'm confident I can handle the night work well too, so please take care of me from now on. Mwah♡"

Her disheveled hair covered one eye. She looked like a Hollywood actress who had stepped out of the screen. Her gaze was melted and dazed. She pressed her lips to mine and played the lover.

I had gotten so absorbed in the delicious hole that I almost forgot for a moment.

Squelch! Squelch!

The initiative was still mine. I toyed with the other hole and whispered into her ear.

"I haven't done this one yet."

"Ah, it's sensitive right now…"

"Deciding so easily on the man you'll spend your whole life with—isn't that a mistake? Hmm?"

Ass was just common skinship. Something like that didn't cause major upheavals in life.

There are even church girls who do it.

Girls who keep their premarital virginity by doing anal with their boyfriends. In this day and age, that counted as pure.

"I…"

"Yeah?"

"Whenever I think of you, this place gets hot. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠At first I thought it was some kind of physical abnormality."

"Uh…"

"Looking back now, I understand. The way I reacted to other men was a protective instinct to guard my virginity."

In reality, virgins were practically natural monuments. A little skinship didn't count as a flaw. From her perspective there was no reason to obsess over it either. That was how I had approached her.

"I love you."

"R-right."

"You love me too… that's why you did something like this, right? Right?"

She smiled brightly and met my eyes. Her eyebrows and lips were smiling, but her eyes alone were not.

…

A chilling feeling. Because I knew her personality and her investment values, I couldn't answer carelessly.

"I-is that so?"

"Yes."

"Right…"

"Want to do it one more time? We have that much time."

Pressure closed in. Why did it feel intimate yet not intimate at all?

Did I just get bitten?

Before she was a female, she was an investor.

The World Cup.

A grand festival that drove soccer fans around the globe into a frenzy of excitement.

It affected the stock market too. Among investors, the topic was more than ripe enough to bloom.

The resulting individual stock movements. They had heated up the Korean market for a while, so residual heat was inevitable. People had realized that soccer made money.

Even without gambling. An event where related stocks moved according to World Cup wins and losses. That was how investors interpreted it. The World Cup was over and those theme stocks had cooled, but—

The market was still ongoing. Because it had burned so hot with the World Cup, the chill felt even colder.

Hoo…

Sora was feeling it with her entire body. Far more than ordinary investors. Because of some fucking bastard.

She had bought call option sells and been forced into diamond hands.

The result: the stock price fell. Selling call options was a product that bet on the downside of the stock price.

If it had gone up I would've had to sell the house, you fucking bastard.

When they beat Germany she had been staring at over a hundred million in losses. She finally understood what it felt like to have ten years shaved off your life. Unlimited loss. The danger of options. Because of that bastard she had experienced every weird thing imaginable.

I had to stare at nothing but the White Somaek stock price for a whole month…

She had watched it until her eyes burned through the expiration date of July 12th. With her entire fortune on the line, she couldn't help but take it seriously. Fortunately, it fell. Her initial prediction had been correct. The pre-reflected stock price slowly dropped. The market had flowed rationally. At the same time, a "what if" thought crept in.

Gulp.

If she were an institution? She could imagine exactly how she would have moved the money in her head.

A major issue like the World Cup. It was certain material that could pump the stock price. But it could also be nothing more than a momentary fireworks show. The recent market was unstable.

So.

You make long-term predictions. You sweep up the shares in advance, and every time the price rises you dump them. You deliberately press it down. To create the stock price you want by the second Thursday of July.

Gulp.

That was exactly option selling. The method by which institutions that dominated the market generated profits.

It might not be the case, but…

You could move money that way too. Just learning that much was already a harvest. The retail investor mindset. Getting excited or depressed over immediate price fluctuations was a stupid act. The market moved according to a bigger picture. Even this might be just one piece of the puzzle.

"Hoo…"

The more you learned, the harder the world became. She found herself reflecting on her past self who had tried to make profits from stocks. The proverb about shrimp getting crushed in a whale fight fit this situation perfectly. If you didn't know, you had no choice but to get screwed.

It was fortunate her money had been locked up in option selling. She had been able to dodge the relentless bear market. She had even earned the profit called a "premium." Compared to the stock price drop it was a drop in the bucket, but still.

Heh, I have capital to buy with now.

Just having money to buy stocks was enough. The market had been in correction for nearly half a year. Bad news was already pre-reflected. If you invested at a time like this?

Sora thought it would become an opportunity for low-price buying, but—