The Real Deal
— Sell order has been executed!
The stock price climbed in a sharp, relentless surge.
Abundant liquidity is an institutional investor’s purest joy.
Well, I’m not exactly an institution.
Still, I was sitting on that much volume. The market had finally handed me an environment where dumping it was easy.
“Alright, competition time~.”
“Hey, don’t sell too much! You’ll tank the price!”
“Whoever dumps first wins.”
“I-I’m selling too!”
Normally this kind of thing is hard. The sensation of buying and selling stocks is completely different from anything else.
Even a retail guy can get a rough feel for it if he dives into pure garbage stocks.
Garbage of the garbage. Tiny names with market caps under fifty billion won are feather-light. Toss in just ten million won and the order book starts thrashing. We were experiencing something similar—only on a far bigger scale.
— Sell order has been executed!
— Sell order has been executed!
When you start throwing shares in the hundreds of millions, truly entertaining things happen.
You’ll never learn this from a textbook.
You have to do it yourself. “Seeing is believing” exists for moments exactly like this.
“Huh? Wait, it’s going up?”
“Thanks for the dip, I’m buying the bottom—burp~!”
“You fucking bastard!”
“You just ate my money?”
Most people jump straight into the job with zero real experience. That’s why a securities firm trader’s career never lasts long.
Talent, too.
I put them through a proper process and educate them carefully. After all, they’re the precious little slaves who’ll work in my fund someday.
“Why are you buying again?”
“If everyone only sells, the price naturally drops and buying pressure dries up.”
“Ohh~!”
The market moves on psychology. Call it programs or algorithms all you want—the people who set those parameters are still human.
That’s why it isn’t easy.
Pacing. Control. You expand that skill only through experience. From that angle, this was the absolute best environment possible.
— Foreigners have bought the stock!
— Institutions have bought the stock!
Liquidity was overflowing. The moment the price dipped even a little, hordes of idiots came stampeding in.
Honestly, the hardest part is the ability to create this flow in the first place.
You force them into a position where they have no choice but to buy. Designing the big picture and then executing it—that’s the real skill. Which is why this is the greatest happiness of all. When the market moves exactly the way an investor wants, the rush is pure ecstasy.
“That’s kind of perverted.”
“Like this?”
“Perverted… yeah, it is.”
The profits, too. Still ongoing, but the results so far were more than decent.
Suhyun helped a lot as well.
It wasn’t all good news, of course. One or two pieces of bad news always show up.
Suhyun’s elimination.
Just like the vast majority of regular contestants, she hadn’t managed to dodge the blade.
Thud.
She packed her bags and came back. After so long apart, it would have been rude not to greet her properly.
“Did you get prettier?”
“Being there forces it on you whether you like it or not.”
“Not even denying it, huh.”
That slim figure. The thigh under my hand felt firmer than before.
And inside, clenched tight.
I slipped my thumb casually into her hot pants. Strong pressure met the pad of my thumb.
“The second I see you.”
“Seeing a girl you know on TV makes her even hotter.”
“Eek.”
Suhyun had done her job. Not every trainee lived in the same dorm or followed the same curriculum. Different teams. She fed me every incident and accident that happened on the other side. In the end I never needed to use any of it, but it still helped me understand how the program’s system worked.
Sora’s competitive fire was enormous. She complained nonstop with her mouth, yet she practiced like a maniac. Suhyun, on the other hand, had given up from the start. One look at her peers and she realized the entertainment industry was no joke.
“Still, when it comes to night skills, Suhyun’s way ahead, right?”
“That’s not a required spec.”
“It is at our company.”
I give that particular skill a very high bonus. Frankly, if you’re good enough at that alone, you can get hired.
Suhyun already had a reservation, though.
While the club members were completely absorbed in trading, I took Suhyun to a quiet empty lecture room.
Slurp. Sluuurp.
Straight into a blowjob. I poured myself into the throat that had once sung beautiful songs.
She must’ve been a little starved too.
The suction, the way she wanted it—completely different from usual. She sealed around me with zero empty space, clinging perfectly. Those eyes looking up at me. I didn’t need words to know she was asking me to finish in her mouth.
“Does my cum taste good after so long?”
“I’ve never thought it tasted good.”
“…….”
Her personality was still dry as ever. Sometimes I wished she’d force a little aegyo anyway.
Slurp.
Her body, though, was perfectly trained. She sucked out every last drop left in the urethra and got me rock-hard again. Then she positioned herself—hands on the wall, one hand yanking her hot pants and panties aside.
She really knows how to look good.
The number-one virtue of a secretary was being observed flawlessly. I slid into the opened space without trouble.
“Eup!”
Tight. The hot pants had no stretch, so the pressure was intense, and inside she clamped down hard after the long drought.
Women are always most honest when you’re inside them.
She covered her mouth, barely killing the moans. I gripped that slim waist with both hands.
Thrust. Thrust.
I reminded her body of the memory—the exact sensation of a cock sliding in and out. Once it remembered, it started begging for the deepest point.
Yeah, she was starving after all.
A body that already knew a man. You can’t soothe that alone. Even the most blunt woman eventually collapses. I had spent plenty of time developing her properly.
“You like it here, don’t you?”
“Just finish already.”
“Hmm?”
“You already know everything…….”
The more I moved, the wetter and stickier she became. A delicious pussy that was genuinely fun to use.
Thrust. Thrust.
I scraped upward along the inside. Her sensitive spot got hit every single time. I repeated it. The erogenous zones that had been sleeping for a while slowly woke up.
Clench!
She squeezed hard enough to hurt. Suhyun’s slim body was optimized for finishing inside.
Her figure was already good, but…
Whether from the training or not, her lines had gotten even prettier. Feel and satisfaction both scored extremely high.
“Want to start managing yourself like an idol while we’re at it? Oppa will give you a card.”
“Hell yeah possible.”
“I’ll look forward to that silky skin.”
“Gonna use it for dates with Heon-u.”
“…….”
One minor problem. I couldn’t exactly say I didn’t understand her position.
She finally got out after so long.
They called it a training camp, but it was basically prison. Of course she was desperate to see the boyfriend she loved. It showed clearly on her face. As the other man, I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy.
“Why are you thrusting harder again?”
“You brought up your boyfriend, so now I’m horny.”
“Eek.”
Blood rushed. Whether her heart belonged to someone else or not, I wanted to teach her body exactly whose it was.
I can give her plenty of bonus points for this.
Secretaries who can provide arousing situations like this are rare—especially ones you’ve trained from the ground up.
“Looks like you’re going to meet Heon-u with my baby batter still inside.”
“Just top me off and I’ll go.”
Suhyun didn’t actually hate it either.
Official members.
“One, two, three! One, two, three!”
The survivors among the regular contestants. They mixed with members from the Big Three agencies and formed teams. Real idol performances were beginning. The atmosphere of the program grew noticeably more serious.
“Trainee Number Seven!”
The practice room. A sudden shout that inevitably seized every eye. It belonged to Trainer Yoon Ji-seong. Everyone called her Yoon-ssaem with a friendly nickname, but—
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“…….”
“Is that the absolute best you can do?”
“I’m sorry.”
When she got angry, she was pure fire. She had created countless legendary scenes, and viewers secretly looked forward to them. Especially when the target was Yoon Sora. She was currently one of the hottest contestants.
“Don’t just say you’re sorry.”
“Pardon?”
“Why can’t you speak up, Sora? Talking about yourself is important too.”
That was why. She wanted Sora to do better—not just the trainers, but the viewers as well.
LoyalBalls has been forcibly ejected!
That was pure fan love. An extremely important part of broadcasting. The PD who had been pushing Sora watched with deep satisfaction.
I thought she was just huge tits and nothing else.
At first it had been purely for ratings. You need contestants with strong visuals and distinct personalities if you want issues to explode. Unexpectedly, she was holding her own. Her current results were something she had earned entirely with her own strength. What happened next would depend on her.
“You’re going to sing in front of thousands, tens of thousands of people on stage. Is your dream really just singing for ten or a hundred people?”
“…….”
“Is that all your dream amounts to?”
If she received proper guidance from the trainers, she could make it somehow. She had more than enough potential to challenge the top.
Why the fuck is she doing this to me.
For Sora, it was pure frustration. She had expected to get eliminated at a reasonable point, yet she kept passing, and now people were even placing expectations on her.
I want to trade too!
Meanwhile the club members were having the time of their lives. They were buying and selling based on the information she herself had passed along.
Gulp.
It had to be insanely fun. From what she’d heard, incentives were paid according to how much you beat the average return. And day-trading—scalping volatility—was fully recognized. No wonder competition was heating up among the members.
Leaving only me out of it.
That was exactly what Sora had wanted. Being a trader. Growing assets through investment. She already did it on her own. But the sensation of doing it with hundreds of millions or billions would clearly be different.
“Some of you may have already heard the news, but today you’ll be meeting new and special trainees.”
There was no choice. She had done enough. Even if she got eliminated, no one would have anything to say. If you simply didn’t try hard, you fell out of the judges’ favor. Sora had been desperately trying to get herself eliminated, yet—
Special?
A slightly strange phrase reached her ears. She had received a rough briefing beforehand. Trainees from outside the Big Three agencies were coming.
“Hajimemashite~!”
They said they were from Japan. And a large number of them weren’t even trainees—they were actual active idols.
If it’s that level…
She wouldn’t even need to put in effort. The program would naturally filter out only the skilled ones.
“Instead of greetings, shall we take a look at the new trainees’ skills first?”
“Hai!”
A survival program. Only the skilled survive. Real professionals had arrived, so elimination should have been just a matter of time—or so she thought.
Watashi sakuranbo~♪
They were the real deal—in a completely different sense.