Powell Month
Statistics.
"Do you know which month is the absolute worst for stocks?"
"There's a month like that?"
"Of course there is."
It was one way of reading the index's movements. You made predictions from past data.
Not that it was guaranteed to be right.
But that didn't mean it was meaningless either. It was worth looking at, if only in the spirit of knocking on the stone bridge before you crossed it.
"Hmm… November or December, maybe?"
"Why?"
"Around then you'd get profit-taking, and I've heard about major-shareholder volume too."
She wasn't wrong. There were events that only happened at certain times of year, so they were worth factoring in. The classic example was capital-gains tax on stocks. Under current tax law, anyone classified as a "major shareholder" paid extra. Before year-end, when that status got locked in, they dumped their holdings. They sold early so they wouldn't get tagged as major shareholders.
"That's actually a pretty solid idea."
"It's not?"
"No, it is."
"If it's not November or December, then when…"
But that only applied to the Korean market. No other country pulled the kind of double-taxation bullshit Korea did.
Sora sank into deep thought. Something must have clicked—she clapped her palms together with a sharp smack and put on a face that said she finally had it.
"Ah! It's that, right? That thing?"
"What?"
"Mark Twain's famous line!"
Mark Twain. The celebrated American novelist. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, The Prince and the Pauper—well-known even in Korea. And he'd been an investor himself. He'd left behind a few stock-related quotes. The one that hit investors hardest went like this:
"October is one of the particularly dangerous months to invest in stocks. Other dangerous months are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August, and February."
"Oh."
"So basically you have to be careful no matter which month it is, right?"
"Wrong."
"Ugh, damn it."
He'd said it after getting stuck in a pump-and-dump and liquidating three hundred thousand dollars of present value. Just some guy whining after loading up on pure garbage. "Stocks will ruin your family!"—the kind of thing old men said, only dressed up fancy.
"Then when the hell is it? If it's not January through December."
"You still don't get it?"
"That's why I'm asking!"
"Jerome Powell."
"Fuck…"
Sora had a full-blown meltdown. The recent market. The sudden cold snap that had hit out of nowhere existed because of exactly one man.
You couldn't just write it off as a dad joke.
Eight times a year. You had to remember the months the FOMC met. Because that was when Jerome Powell Month arrived.
Whatever he said, the market convulsed. The Nasdaq had plunged nearly seven percent over the past three days.
The KOSPI was pulling an ahegao double-peace right along with it. No—every market on the planet had the same look.
"So that's why my money flew away…"
"The KOSPI's no exception."
"Crazy old bastard."
The victim. She looked thoroughly pissed. When you traded stocks, your real personality tended to surface. She's walking the path of a total psycho. She'd always had a bit of a temper. I'd pushed her into this, but sometimes I still got a little worried.
"So the reason it keeps dropping right now is the FOMC?"
"Yeah."
"What the hell did he even say?"
"You have to watch it yourself."
She had every right to be angry. Some old man across the ocean ran his mouth for a few minutes and her account got wrecked. You had to get burned once before the seriousness of it sank in. If you were an investor, you had to watch the FOMC with full concentration. It shaped the market's path going forward. It decided whether major capital would put money in or not.
"How am I supposed to watch it when I'm asleep!"
"Then don't sleep next time."
"How do I not sleep!"
The problem was that it opened at night, Korean time. From a Korean investor's perspective, you went to bed and woke up to what felt like a bolt from the blue. Isn't this dropping way too hard? The second you got excited and bought the dip, your wrist got chopped clean off. That was exactly what had happened to her. She hadn't been able to hold through the endless slide and had finally hit the SOS button.
"Next time I'll be careful…"
"You'd better."
"What do I do about the stuff I'm stuck in now?"
"What do you mean what. You're stuck."
"Fuck."
There was nothing I could do for her. What were you supposed to do with shares you were already underwater on? If there was one thing… Powell's last remarks. He'd come out with his knife sharpened; it had felt serious. The aftershocks were going to last a while.
Purchase Amount │ 50,706,974 won
Unrealized P/L │ −5,324,232 won
Return Rate │ −10.50%
This wasn't a situation where you averaged down. She'd already diluted herself pretty hard; the loss figure was substantial. She even shed a few tears. I understood her sitting there sulking with her knees pulled tight to her chest, but—
"I want to die."
"If you die, what happens to these tits?"
"Hey."
That wasn't going to fix anything. I grabbed Sora's firm breasts with both hands and squeezed. No, seriously. Ownership was mine. If she just abandoned management like that, as the major shareholder I wasn't going to sit still.
"A person is being serious right now!"
"Waiting is also a virtue of the investor."
"Until when!"
"Once you start doing Yass, it goes by in a flash."
"Kyaa!"
It actually mattered. The reason I especially liked drinking was the same—once you were drunk, you could forget everything. Yass too.
I kneaded a little and got a reaction. Those insolently stiff nipples made me want to punish them.
"Or just masturbate."
"There—ah! If you torment them like that…"
"Feels good?"
"I don't know."
The flesh still hadn't fully submitted to my hands. It kept trying to spring back to its original shape, as if rejecting my grip. So damn springy. Her mammary glands were extremely well developed—for someone who'd never been pregnant. Hell, even if she claimed she had, I'd have believed her.
"Because I ended up doing it with you, sunbae."
"Hm?"
"I wanted to keep my body clean."
Even in Dongtan you didn't find talent this excellent every day. And the girl was still acting like a virgin. Well, you don't tear it open in one go. Getting penetrated wasn't the end. You had to go in and out a few more times before the road got properly smooth.
"Aigoo, how adorable."
"Hehe."
"So hurry up and spread them."
"Hey."
I pushed a finger in deep. Even with just one, she clamped down with zero gaps, dense and snug. Squish. Squish. She really hadn't been masturbating. Even a little movement and the wetness ran freely.
"I watched a bit of your stream."
"And?"
"You didn't call any of the viewers oppa."
"That kind of thing is a little…"
"Not even for oppa?"
Her body had been developed lewdly. But her personality, completely unlike that body, was still ridiculously straitlaced. I'd gone out of my way to set her up to become a cyber slut, and she still hadn't adapted. She couldn't capitalize on that sex-machine figure of hers.
"Say oppa."
"That much is whatever."
"Say, 'Oppa, please eat Sora's pussy.'"
"Oppa, Sora's pussy… like hell I will!"
She needed to shake off the shyness. I was helping her become a seductress who could bewitch men. Just half of what Aoi Sora—same name—could do. The simps would line up to offer money on their own. First I had to get Yass into her body as habit.
"Ah, I fucked her."
"Does it feel good?"
"Of course it does. The conquest high is insane. I turned this killer bitch into my cock's house."
"Cock's house, you fucking—"
Even one finger had been clamped tight. That same hole swallowed something several times larger whole. She was sucking it right in. Only after that did she start writhing and twitching, like she was trying to devour the thing. Thrust. Thrust. Beyond top-tier—a demonic hole. A living onahole that made you want to cum just from being inside. If a sexbot like this ever hit the market, that company would post revenue that left Saudi Aramco in the dust.
"But is this okay?"
"What?"
"Last time we just did it too… you're supposed to put on a condom or something, right?"
"High probability it's fine."
"What do you mean fine!"
She still didn't get it. A little raw insertion and she was shrieking and thrashing. I thought my dick was going to snap off, you bitch! The girl telling me to pull out was the one clamping down. Her mouth said no, but her body was honest.
"This is an investor's sex."
"What the hell, you."
"Condoms have no risk. Creampies have huge risk. Pulling out is about the only way you get to enjoy risk and return at the same time."
"!!"
I knocked deep, like I was lifting the baby room. The sudden stimulation made the strength drain from her body. Immediate mount. I locked my arms around Sora and held her tight. She was tall at 171 cm, but her upper body was small, so I could cage her completely against me and leave her helpless. The thrashing only lasted a moment. She went limp almost at once.
"The risk is way too big."
"You can't even handle that much?"
"If I actually get pregnant…"
The breasts I was gripping. The heart inside them was pounding. An investor didn't fear risk. As long as there was return. And that made it feel that much better. Sora's body, adapting to the act, gradually loosened. The pussy that had only been clamping started modulating its strength. Those springy breasts accepted my grip.
"The odds are low, right?"
"It'll probably be fine."
"You only teach me the bad stuff. If it happens—ah!—I won't let it go."
Pleasure. The thrill that the baby factory might actually start running sent endorphins flooding through the whole body. Has the masochization succeeded? She was letting herself get fucked quietly, letting out periodic moans. Right before climax I barely managed to pull out and finish on her stomach.
"Wow, is all of this baby batter?"
"You saw it last time too."
"Still… I can't get used to it."
Sora's white belly. Liquid even whiter than that was splattered across it. She looked more embarrassed than when she'd been conscious of it during the act. Flushed face, staring blankly. Separate from the shame, the interest was clearly there. There's no way she has no sex drive. Her face had said so from the start. I was leaving a powerful memory of just how good it felt to take this.
"Suck it."
"S-suck it?!"
"Yeah. You have to clean what's left in the urethra or the baby factory starts running."
"Uuu…"
I grabbed her and trained her. Starting with a blowjob she'd never done before. I'd meant to make her register exactly who was fucking her—
Slurp!
Her eyes changed. At first she'd been shy, just barely touching it with her tongue, and before I knew it she was sucking it into her mouth like she was swallowing.
I told you to suck the essence, not go full psycho, you crazy bitch!
I had underestimated Sora's sex drive.