A Home of His Own
Moving day.
It was time to leave behind that cramped, rundown studio of barely twenty-three square meters.
"Student, your place looks pretty fancy, doesn't it?"
"Does it?"
"When I was living on my own, I was stuck in a bean-sized hole not even a quarter of this size~."
It wasn't that he was accusing me of living large. The moving-company guy was just being dramatic.
I suppose it could look that way.
A villa of about fifty square meters. Far too big for a single student. Remodeled once already, the interior was clean and sharp. To anyone used to ordinary college digs, it would look like pure wasteful extravagance.
From my perspective, though, it was thrift.
"Aigoo~ even the appliances are the expensive kind."
"Yeah, those ones turned out to be good."
"You better treat your parents right, really. A student reaping all the benefits~."
If I felt like it, I could buy an entire house in Gangnam—Tower Palace itself wouldn't even be out of reach. Hell, I could eat and live however I wanted.
A hotel would be the most comfortable, honestly.
Cleaning, room service, staff handling everything. Access to the facilities, too—quality of life on a completely different level. The reason I passed all that up for a villa had nothing to do with cosplaying as a commoner.
Thud! Thud!
A place of my own. Having a space that belonged solely to me. On that score, this was perfect.
I bought the whole thing, after all.
The entire building was mine. Six rooms total, first floor through third. Which meant I could choose every single tenant myself.
I'd given the room directly below to Suhyun. The deal was simple: when I sent the signal with floor noise like this, she would come up. We'd agreed on it.
"You've worked hard too, student."
"Thank you for your trouble."
"Just sign here and we're good. No problems?"
"No, everything looks fine."
She still hadn't come up. Not until the chatty moving guy finished his work. Irritation was inevitable. She'd been thrilled enough to move in when I offered the room for free.
At this rate, buying the building was pointless!
I'd been looking forward to enjoying the free pussy that came calling. Fed up, I went downstairs myself.
"Oh, for real? Haha!"
Landlord privilege. I unlocked the door with the master key. Suhyun's voice drifted from inside the room.
On the phone?
I slipped in quietly. She was lying on the bed, talking to someone.
"Hey."
"Shh!"
She noticed the second I entered. The moment I spoke, she flashed a hand signal to keep quiet.
Getting more insolent by the day.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She ignored me and kept talking. I had a pretty good idea who was on the other end.
"Is someone there?"
"Just a second—a delivery showed up."
"Oh, a delivery! The one I ordered three days ago still hasn't come."
Her boyfriend. She lied without so much as a flicker of expression. It was a little chilling to watch.
You couldn't pull this off unless lying came as naturally as breathing.
Moving in meant she was fully accounting for the current situation. No—she was enjoying it.
Squelch.
I slid my hand inside her dolphin shorts. Just the lightest touch and my fingers met slick wetness.
She's definitely feeling it.
And still she kept the call going. Spite alone made me want to put her in an impossible spot.
Squelch. Squelch.
I focused on her clit, tormenting it deliberately. With my other hand I explored the soaked interior of her cunt.
"Is the delivery guy still there?"
"I moved, remember? There's a lot of stuff coming."
"That makes sense! Sorry. I should've been there to help…"
Two fingers sank in deep. I knew every one of Suhyun's weak spots.
Playing it cool, huh.
But she couldn't hide the quickening of her breath. The toes at the end of her outstretched legs were telling, too—every time my fingers moved, they splayed wide. I worked her methodically until she surrendered.
A call with her boyfriend. Hearing the conversation made the whole thing even more thrilling.
"You crazy bastard…"
Suhyun hung up in a rush and spat the curse. That mouth of hers was pure insolence—yet the bedsheets were already soaked through. A few minutes of fingering and she'd come hard.
"What if he'd heard?!"
"He didn't."
"Well… if it was Heon-woo, I figured he'd buy it, so I didn't hang up."
Her body had become like this. A hole that barely used to get wet now ran freely. It was throbbing. She looked at me with a mix of resentment and expectation.
"I've got a date with Heon-woo later, you know?"
"Yeah?"
"So… finish quick and go."
I peeled the dolphin shorts down along with her panties. Her thoroughly warmed hole came into view, honey dripping in thick drops, twitching open as if begging to be filled.
Damn.
She was a genius at getting me hard. I gave her exactly what she wanted and pushed straight in. The place was so wet it took no effort at all.
"This is why you told me to move in, isn't it?"
"You have to ask?"
"If we get caught I'll actually curse you. Ah—!"
The second the act began she turned polite. She wrapped her arms around me obediently and let out nothing but moans.
And the hole fits perfectly.
Molded to my shape. Feeling it loosen just a little more each time I used her was half the reward of fucking Suhyun.
"Did you come inside?"
"Yeah."
"Ah, seriously. Yours is so thick it doesn't wash out even after a shower…"
Even the complaining turned me on. She grumbled that she was going to have to go on her date with it still in her.
She's asking for another load, right?
I gave her what she wanted and came deep—so deep that even fingers couldn't dig it out.
Smack.
One last kiss. Suhyun's completely melted bitch-face belonged to me alone.
And her body got insanely sexy, too.
Slim figure. Not a single ounce of spare flesh—whether she was actually modeling or not. Being able to take a woman like this whenever I wanted was exactly why I'd bought the whole villa.
Creak—!
Of course, she wasn't the only one.
The room next to Suhyun's. A new tenant had just moved in. Landlord privilege again—I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was dead silent.
Huh?
She had no reason to be out. I'd checked before coming; she wasn't streaming either.
Dayul.
She'd looked like a free-floating NEET, so I'd made a recommendation: why not try a stock-trading stream?
"Hee, heehee."
"What are you doing?"
Apparently she'd taken to it. For a while she'd done nothing but trade from her room. I'd heard she was posting decent results—turned a three-million-won seed into over ten million. Even allowing for beginner's luck, that was solid.
"I lost it all."
"What?"
"Hee, heehee. Heeheehee."
She sat alone in the chair, grinning at her bank account on the monitor.
No—an empty account. Whatever the hell she'd done, more than fifteen million won had vanished overnight.
"I did options."
"And?"
"I… lost it. Heehee."
The crazy girl had already put her hands on options. I'd told her to wait if she was going to touch them at all.
No matter how talented you are.
Derivatives. That was something talent freaks only touched after surviving land, sea, and air combat. The experience stack was different. The seed they ran had a few extra zeros on it.
"I was sure I won."
"Yeah?"
"But it was weird. The chart moved weird."
Even if your prediction was right, they could make it wrong. That was the futures market for you.
It's not just about predicting the manipulators' moves.
You had to respond. That was why derivatives were incomparably harder than plain stocks.
"You lost fifteen million?"
"Yep!"
"And you're laughing?"
"Yep!"
Total ruin. The stories people told weren't exaggeration. And the person it had actually happened to still hadn't lost her smile.
Not because she's cheerful, I'm guessing.
She was genuinely unhinged. She stared at her trade log and account with a fixed grin.
"But."
"Hm?"
"I'm pissed. So pissed that…"
That her bet had been wrong. That she wanted to play even more fun next time.
That's what sets a real trader on fire.
Like a game. Treating money as game currency was literal. But calling it a game didn't mean it didn't sting. She was working it out in her own way.
Squelch. Squelch.
Masturbation. The hand inside her pants hadn't been my imagination. Neither was the sour smell hanging in the air.
"Feel good?"
"Feels good. Ah! Ah!"
She was relieving stress with a handjob. Simple, but effective—that much was true.
She's got some serious guts.
Except for the part where she was deliberately provoking me. Even crazier than I'd thought.
"Want me to make it better?"
"Eh, how?"
"Like this."
"!!"
I answered in kind. A little fingering and water sprayed out of her like a fountain. She'd been right on the edge—extra stimulation had pushed her over.
"Hee, heehee…"
She smiled with a face that said it felt good. Definitely unhinged.
I moved her onto the bed. Barely forty kilos—she was ridiculously light.
"Want me to teach you something even better?"
"Teach me! Teach me!"
"It might ruin your life, you know?"
"I like that!"
Not slim—skin and bones. But she clearly knew what was what; she reacted to my cock, staring at it with pure interest. Fully aware of what was about to happen to her.
Thrust.
I answered the provocation. Even after the fingering, that place was so tight it felt like prying bone apart.
"It hurts!"
"Of course it does."
"But this feels good…"
She stared at the joined place with fascination. It had to hurt like hell, yet curiosity was winning.
Fuck, she's tight.
Looks like she'd torn her own hymen while masturbating. Still a good, gripping hole. She took it well—maybe a bit of a masochist. With proper development she could become quite the delicacy.
"Want it even better?"
"Do it!"
"Even if it hurts?"
"Yeah!"
I brushed her long, unstyled hair aside. The raw material was decent enough—that was why I'd fucked her in the first place. I was looking forward to what she'd look like later.
A little short on manners, though.
As an investor, too. This wild colt needed training. Conveniently, I had just the tool.
I slid my hands under Dayul's thin waist and lifted. The angle locked in perfectly.
"Ughk!!"
The manners-injection rod sank deep. A small hill rose on her sunken, stick-thin belly.
She's so small this actually works.
It felt like punching her stomach from the inside. The easy grin of the crazy girl vanished completely.
"My stomach hurts!"
"You said it was fine even if it hurt."
"I-I'm a girl, though…"
"It's legal here."
There was a place you could hit even if she was a woman.