Toto Junkie
Entertainment stocks.
As practice for running a fund, it hadn't been half bad.
Half bad being the operative phrase.
It had also made the gaps painfully clear.
They were missing the fundamentals.
"What do you guys think this club is missing?"
"Computers!"
"Snacks."
"Tteokbokki."
"God, you absolute blockheads."
He wasn't talking about office supplies. Those weren't things they could get their hands on right now anyway.
But there was one thing he refused to compromise on.
A system.
The work of processing market data and turning it into clean, readable visualization.
"Ooooh!"
"You mean like charts and stuff?"
"Charts, sure. And the data that drops every month."
It was a good era for it. The quality of material available to retail traders and professionals barely differed anymore.
The difference came down to processing.
The same indicator could be read a dozen ways depending on how you looked at it. And what made that possible was a system.
"There's something called macro investing. You pick the indicators that matter to you, and you treat the points where they cross as your buy and sell signals."
"So there's a method like that, huh."
"What does that look like specifically?"
"See, every now and then you actually sound like you know something."
"Shut up."
The classic example was Ray Dalio. He tuned out the noise of market news and only watched the indicators that counted.
New entrant index. Optimism index. Leverage index. And so on.
Data that forecasted rises and falls. Any one of them alone was unreliable — but stack enough of them together and the odds climbed.
"Ray Dalio's way too macro for what we need. You can run the same logic just fine from a short-term trading angle."
"Why didn't you teach us this?"
"You should've said so earlier!"
"Because it costs money."
When he was working alone, he could more or less picture it in his head. It sketched itself out without effort.
Like someone good at mental math not bothering to write out every equation.
With small money, you didn't really need it. But the bigger the scale, the more essential it became.
And that was only the start. Even HTS terminals — the ones institutions used, not the retail versions — had been optimized through custom coding.
"Who's going to build that?"
"We grind some engineering nerds."
"Ah, engineering nerds!"
"I heard if you put engineering students to work, most problems just sort of solve themselves."
It was critical. Even on Wall Street, the hiring rate for mathematicians and programmers was climbing past that of traditional traders. Data analysis alone could drive trades now. Take it one step further and you had system trading — the latest trend on the Street.
That kind of thing…
With enough money, you could buy it anytime. Growing this club wasn't about that.
Data analysis. Assigning meaning. In the end, it all came down to the investor's skill.
"What about partnering with the coding club?"
"They love gambling too!"
"Gambling, gambling, gambling, gambling, gambling, gambling, gambling."
It gave them an environment close to live trading. For their growth as investors.
If they could handle the coding in-house at Hankuk University, even better.
Reliable people. The more, the better. He was turning Hankuk University into his home ground.
"Oppa."
"Hm?"
"I actually know the guys in the coding club pretty well."
His biggest collaborator. Lately Hye-ri had been dressing more provocatively, and now she sidled up close.
She had a surprisingly good body under there.
Once the baby fat started melting off, the potential had started showing. The only real flaw was how petite she was.
"They're engineering majors, so they have zero immunity to girls."
"That so?"
"If I work them, I think I could get somewhere."
It would land even harder on engineering students. Cute-style girls had high approachability.
They'd fall for the surface alone.
He certainly had, the first time they met. She was exactly the type you wanted as a campus couple.
Mwah!
They'd been together long enough now. The moment they were alone, she kissed him with full initiative.
"The one I actually want to seduce is you, Oppa, isn't it?"
"Hehe♡"
She had to go up on her toes just to reach. Even so, her body knew how to do everything that needed doing.
Slurp!
Squelch! Squelch!
She went for the lower half too. The second he freed himself from his waistband, her mouth was already there, as if she'd been waiting.
Warming herself up while she was at it.
Her small mouth worked — jaw and tongue moving in wet little motions. Her fingers were already between her own thighs. Just sucking him off had gotten her worked up. She was wetting her hole imagining what it would feel like once he was inside.
"Taste good?"
"♡"
"Eat up, then."
It was a teasing kind of caress. Part of him wanted to drive all the way into her throat and finish hard.
But that would break her.
Hye-ri's small frame couldn't take it. Just picturing it sent a shiver through him.
"Oppa."
She was ready enough. Hye-ri turned around and presented her small hole.
It had been clenched shut before.
In the technical jargon: a sealed clamp. That same hole was now parting, dripping honey. She was waiting for it.
The moment he pushed in, more wetness spilled out from inside.
"Mine tastes good too, right?"
"Soft and warm. I like it."
"What about Rachel unnie's?"
"……."
Thanks to her working herself open alone, he could enjoy her right away. Just as he was about to properly taste Hye-ri's pussy—
Her instincts really were sharp.
No wonder she held the number-one network in the economics department. He'd wondered if rumors had already started circulating.
"Your attitude changed. It was obvious."
"That much?"
"I got eaten by you, Oppa, so I— ah! I know……."
He pushed all the way in. Hye-ri's words cut off mid-sentence as her walls clenched and writhed.
Well.
She would know better than anyone. Life before tasting this and life after were two different things.
Thrust! Thrust!
The inside of Hye-ri that once couldn't take him to the hilt — the cave was widening little by little, making entry easier.
Her sensitive spots, too.
She was starting to feel the deep hits. Every time he drove into the inner wall — thunk — her asshole clenched tight in response.
"Rachel unnie's tastes better, doesn't she? Of course."
"Haven't tried it yet, so I wouldn't know."
"You already did, though, didn't you?"
"Here."
He shoved his thumb in. Soft pressure closed around it from every side — a pleasant squeeze. Her pussy tightened in tandem. Every time he moved, Hye-ri clamped a hand over her mouth, completely overwhelmed.
He finished short.
Gripping her soft, pliant body tight, he poured warm liquid into her.
"Ahh, what do I do……. I feel like I'm going crazy."
Her durability really was poor. One round and she was already trembling through an orgasm. He waited until she settled. Only when fluid started dripping from her hole did she come back to herself.
"Rachel unnie still hasn't gotten to try something this good."
"I've only been wrecking her asshole."
"That's so sad! This feels amazing, though~."
She pressed down on her own crotch, stroking the cute little patch of hair settled there.
Feeling a little superior, was she?
Hye-ri wasn't pure sweetness either. She didn't want to lose ground to the other girls.
"But why haven't you? If you've gone this far with her……."
"She's arrogant."
"Ah."
"For arrogant bitches, anal is the answer."
"Aha♡"
She grinned. Not the type to go around talking about it — but she clearly liked hearing it.
Because Rachel was that perfect.
He wanted to see her crack, even a little. Tormenting Rachel had that motive too.
"Want a personality correction of your own, Hye-ri?"
"Aww~ I'm not arrogant."
"True enough."
"But I might still be interested in anal."
She pressed herself against him, nuzzling her cheek against his affectionately. Hye-ri was a fine woman in her own right.
Her skin was soft as anything.
She smelled like fresh milk. Lately there was even a faint female scent under it, which only made her more appealing.
"Think you can properly seduce the coding club guys?"
"Just leave it to me!"
"And I've got another favor."
"?"
She was useful in a lot of ways. Far more than Suhyun, who trusted her boyfriend and spent every day just hanging out.
Running the club mattered, but—
Talent. He needed to find students with the kind of gift that could compete at a global level.
The stock market of the future would clearly center on systems. But systems couldn't replace everything.
"Students with good instincts?"
"Yeah. Girls are sensitive to that kind of thing, right?"
"It's not like we're talking about psychics. The criteria are ridiculously vague."
Even a system traded according to human criteria. Meaning it was only as good as the human setting the standards.
There were pure technical-trading programs out there, sure.
But the consensus from every test was that they had limits. Expert opinion and real-world results both said the same. Maybe if you were running massive capital on pure trend-following — but that was a long way from his own style of investing.
"I don't really know about 'instincts.'"
"Hm?"
"Oppa, you're always going on about gambling this, gambling that. The club kids picked it up from you — gambling, gambling."
"If they start whispering about it, it looks weird."
Human psychology. The highest returns came from stripping the market bare at peak volatility.
Which was exactly why it wasn't easy.
People didn't get stuck day-trading garbage stocks for no reason. Even among professional investors, plenty simply refused to touch it. There was no clean decision framework. Think too rationally and the market ate you alive.
"There's a freshman this year with a bad reputation."
"How bad?"
"Apparently completely addicted to gambling."
"What, ruined himself already?"
"If it were that, at least he'd snap out of it faster……."
They existed. They definitely existed — people who punched through low odds and actually made money.
Plenty of them in secondary media, too.
Like Kaiji from the gambling manga. Drinking Asahi in an underground labor camp, or missing an ear.
"He actually won money, apparently."
"Then isn't that fine?"
"But…… he's so deep in it that he's not even coming to school. There's a lot of trouble."
Thankfully it wasn't the ear thing. Seeing a one-eared person in real life would just give him the creeps.
Wasting talent like that.
Truly a shame. As a senior in the department, he couldn't help but worry.
"What's he doing now?"
"I'm not sure. Last I heard, something like toto?"
"Toto, huh."
Sports toto. When people said gambling, they usually pictured places like Kangwon Land.
But what kids these days actually played was usually toto.
Betting on the outcomes of sports. Not simple odd-even coin flips — a kind of game that required analysis.
And supposedly he was playing a real game.
StarCraft 2.
The eSport with the most active toto scene in Korea.