Sora's Broadcast
Sora's stream.
Today's stocks that might actually climb…….
It was settling into a decent groove.
Maybe not exactly the way she had pictured it, but still.
No! Don't blast donations while the market's open!
She had become a proper cam girl.
The donations, the chat—everything had settled into a natural rhythm.
This is why they say the first time matters.
How you break someone in can flip the whole trajectory a hundred and eighty degrees.
Streaming was no different.
Her first live had been pure cam-girl content, and that left its mark on everything that came after.
Sora wasn't the hard-hearted type either.
If someone begged, she would give in eventually, even if she grumbled the whole way.
That's how she got eaten in the first place.
Back when everything was still fresh and green.
Bit by bit she had been worn down, sexiness seeping into her body until it lived there.
Natural talent.
Acquired learning.
Watching Sora become a cam girl made me feel proud of myself.
Buy order filled!
Spilled water.
Sora had already resigned herself.
In exchange, she was the one steering the direction of the stream.
Stock cam girl works just fine.
She traded stocks on stream.
As content, it was a pretty solid choice.
Thank you for the ten thousand, Diehard! North Korea-related stocks are getting attention again lately. It's also a solid dividend name, so I figure we might get at least a short-term pump toward year-end.
The middle-aged guys were dying of happiness.
They wanted to talk to a young woman but had nothing to talk about.
She basically handed them the topic herself.
Sora probably hadn't done it on purpose.
It just ended up that way.
Guys with money and empty evenings.
They latched onto Sora's stream and became rock-solid patrons.
Ah, don't copy my trades!
That was the end goal, though.
Stock influencer.
The real measure of influence was simple.
How much you can actually move the market.
Numbers mattered too.
You needed subscribers and reach so the message would spread far.
Quality couldn't be ignored either.
One big whale paid better than a hundred hardtack soldiers.
Leading, thank you so much for the million…… but you really don't have to shoot this much.
Stocks worked the same way.
How much money people were willing to put down with real conviction—that was an influencer's true power.
The quality side is locked in, at least.
I knew because I had used her myself.
Maybe because of everything she had experienced on the last trip, Sora's condition looked solid.
I still had unfinished business.
This year I had done so many things that the cleanup was still waiting.
Just the taxes I owe this year alone.
Sora's taxes had been dodged.
Mine belonged to the category that was hard to dodge the same way.
There were incentive contracts, and there were gains from unlisted company investments.
I needed tax strategy.
It wasn't simply about paying less.
For the rich, making money mattered, but how you spent it mattered just as much.
KakaoTalk pinged.
I had already decided what I was going to do.
From the moment I regressed.
I was finally moving that grand plan into action.
A message from the one I still hadn't properly used.
No—I had used her, but she had sealed herself off again.
She was the one who blocked me in the first place!
I had cooked every other professor.
If skill didn't work, I wrecked their lectures until they listened.
I could crush them with pure talk.
Only microeconomics, where Rachel was the TA, had been impossible.
She was the root cause of my F.
"Where's the professor?"
"He's out."
"You told me to come at five!"
I went to the lab.
The professor was nowhere, and Rachel sat alone like a leftover prop.
This bitch is doing it on purpose, isn't she?
There was still bad blood between us.
Plenty of reasons to keep our distance.
But the past was the past.
I had been ready to forget it cleanly and treat her like a normal person.
"I already spoke with the professor."
"What?"
"There's no need for a separate meeting. Or is there some other reason you need to see him?"
She was definitely doing it on purpose.
Rachel claimed she had settled everything with the professor directly.
Since when?
The sun rising in the west.
I never expected her to do me a favor.
Of course she had an angle.
"There's something I want to consult you about."
"Me?"
"Yes. Could you spare a little time?"
"Well, no reason I can't."
Thanks to her, I suddenly had free time.
Seeing Rachel a little softer made me feel the effort of breaking her in had been worth it.
It was the same the first time I opened her up.
Previous life.
At first she had acted like she floated above the entire world.
After I took her, she changed.
The downside was that the obsession got worse.
"Should we move somewhere quieter?"
"I prefer that as well."
"This way, then."
In this life I wasn't going to open her up.
I walked Rachel into an empty lecture hall.
Then I immediately grabbed her ass and flipped her skirt up.
A sharp slap of my palm finally made her understand.
"Wait! When I said consult I didn't mean—"
"How many times are you going to fall for the same trick?"
A red handprint bloomed on her ass.
Against the pure white underwear it looked even filthier.
Squelch.
Slap!
I went after the hole inside.
I wet my index and ring fingers with spit and pushed in; little by little the entrance opened.
"I'm not refusing. But please consider the time, the place, and the position."
"What's wrong with the position?"
"That place is for excretion!"
She already had experience—several times over.
Just a light reminder and her body finished preparing itself.
She still looks unhappy about it, though.
Her face flushed scarlet as she shouted.
Shame had her completely on fire.
The constant nagging was getting on my nerves.
Thrust.
A cocky bitch gets fucked first—that was just natural law.
My cock, not even fully hard yet, slid smoothly into the soft interior.
"I've told you before—that is not a sexual organ."
"You're feeling it this hard and you still say it's not?"
"Oh! Ohh!"
Inside, it stiffened and swelled.
I drove the expanded length in deep and Rachel let out a pathetic moan.
I already know every single one of your weak points.
She might win in daylight, but at night she never stood a chance.
I took her slim waist like a handle.
Slap! Slap!
That full, heavy ass.
Every thrust sent waves rolling through the flesh—pure art.
Inside, things were changing too.
Her S-shaped colon was already desperate to start contracting.
"It is a sexual organ."
"You could just use my pussy. If it's you, I would—"
"Clench that asshole-pussy."
"Ohh!"
She seemed to have picked up a few sex terms.
But there was still a mountain of filthy words she needed to learn.
I'm going to turn her into a body that can only get off through her ass.
That was the only real solution to Rachel's obsession.
I seized absolute control of the sex.
Thrust. Thrust.
It went in clean and deep.
The hole that had adapted to the foreign object had become the perfect size for me alone.
"This is unproductive. You're only wasting stamina for pleasure."
"That so?"
"A pussy that can actually get pregnant is more efficient."
"I'll make you understand why you're wrong."
Now it was starting to feel good to pound.
She still kept chattering like she had complaints.
So noisy.
I put my hand on Rachel's stomach.
I groped roughly until I found the organ I wanted.
Thrust!
The baby room.
My cock slammed against the intestinal wall.
On the other side of that wall, the sensitive spot got stimulated.
"$@#$@#%@#!"
"Pleasure's doubled. How is that inefficient?"
"Hah, but pregnancy—"
"Do it while standing on your head then."
I'd give her a condom.
A few more hard thrusts and the noisy mouth only produced rhythmic moans.
She wouldn't actually try that, right?
I fucked her until her mind left the building.
The intestinal wall and the muscles of her abdomen writhed violently.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
The urge to come.
Her asshole clamped down so hard it felt like it would snap my cock off; I couldn't shoot everything at once.
Instead it came out in thick, pulsing surges.
Like gripping and releasing a water hose over and over.
"Haaah, haaah, haaah……."
She couldn't even keep her expression under control anymore.
Rachel pressed her face against the wall, gasping for air.
I want to take a picture and show Relcas.
Old grudges.
I hadn't completely forgotten them.
She was the type who might go crazy again at any moment.
I would make her into a body that couldn't function without me.
Using only her anus would develop those erogenous zones into something special.
"Asshole-pussy feels good too, doesn't it?"
"It's a physiological response."
"One more round?"
"N-no. Any more and I—"
She was starting to understand, little by little.
Her mouth said no, but her body was honest.
A flush rose in her cheeks like a girl her age.
Anyway.
In bed I could toy with her however I wanted.
But during the day, Rachel's ability was something I couldn't ignore.
And now she wanted a consultation.
Honestly, I had no idea what it would be about.
She was so proud I never thought she would come to me for advice.
"Chanuk, you—"
"Hm?"
"You're investing in Korea, right?"
"Yeah."
"Have you never thought about moving into bigger waters…… Wall Street, or China?"
There were reasons I couldn't.
To a foreigner like her, Korea still held a lot of unfamiliar territory.
Even after living here a few months.
It wasn't something you could just know.
Even people who spent their whole lives here still didn't understand half of it.
Not if they never tried to learn.
"Well, it's not that I'm uninterested. Just not right now."
"Why not?"
"Mm…… explaining it in words would just make the conversation drag on."
Seeing once beats hearing a hundred times.
Nothing was more certain than showing her directly.
I was planning to go anyway.
I would show Rachel the future of Korea.