Busan
Busan.
A Korean bank.
"This country is truly inefficient beyond measure."
It was true that various problems existed. Rachel's words had a point.
No—it's nothing but problems.
The prime example was the profit structure. Most of their revenue came from interest. What was wrong with a bank making money off interest? The problem was not realizing that was the problem.
"Banks in advanced countries like the US and Japan pull 40 to 50 percent of their income from non-interest sources. Even at the low end, it never drops below 30 percent."
"Right."
"In Korea it's under 10 percent. That alone tells you how incompetent the bank executives are."
A bank was a massive lump of capital. The nation's people piled their money into it.
They ought to use that as seed capital, invest it, and make it grow.
They didn't. They simply lent money to citizens and corporations and lived comfortably off the interest. Korean companies were supposedly doing well? No matter how often you heard that claim, this was why they still couldn't multiply money the way Japan or Britain did.
"That way they're nothing more than fat pigs. Banks that should lead the market are just sucking the lifeblood out of their own people."
"You're a sow yourself, you bitch."
"Ooh!!"
Nearly a year of living in Korea. Rachel had finally grasped the country's structural flaws.
She should just clench that asshole-pussy tighter.
Because she prized efficiency, she kept chattering even mid-Yass. I slapped her ass hard to shut her up.
Smack!
It jiggled and quivered. That Western ass, so plump you wondered what they'd stuffed into it.
The hand-feel is fucking divine.
Every palm strike left me deeply satisfied. The vivid marks that remained made the sense of conquest boil over.
"Ah, I wasn't finished talking yet."
"If you've got something to say, say it."
"If the banks' profit structure could be improved, then alongside liquidity supply to the market, Korea's current-account balance would see major changes as well…"
"If you've still got the mind for it."
"Ooh♡♡ Ooooh!!"
It had turned bright crimson. I carved even fiercer marks into Rachel's ass without restraint.
The training has gone well.
She was converting the impacts into pure pleasure. I had reached the target stage far more easily than expected.
Slap! Smack!
Every strike made her clench tight. The hole that had undergone full sexualization knew exactly why it existed.
"You filthy slut."
"Euh♡"
"You pervert who gets off through her asshole."
"Nngh!?"
Whether she admitted it or not. The body, as they say, is honest.
No matter how smart you are.
You cannot resist the pleasure your own flesh creates. Hers was thoroughly trained by now.
Thrust!
Every time my cock entered, her anus relaxed. It welcomed and accepted me completely. On the way out it clenched hard. Her S-shaped colon had forgotten whether it was a vagina or a large intestine.
"Y-you!"
"Hm?"
"The asshole is inefficient. Even now, put it in the proper place—Ooh! Oooh! Oooooh!!"
Being fucked from behind. The sheer taboo that it was specifically her asshole. Even as her thick ass cheeks bounced, she still refused to drop her pride. Her lofty face was flooded with shame and humiliation. Despite the ridiculous noises she made, she desperately tried to manage her expression.
Just be honest already.
A female in heat desperate to mate. The process of forcing that awareness from body into mind was still required.
Thrust! Thrust!
With every thrust she changed a little more. Pleasure rose in the eyes brimming with tears. Not a tragic heroine—just a Hitomi female. I slammed up without mercy all the way deep.
"U-uoooh!!"
She abandoned all face-saving. The sight of her face flushed scarlet, panting like a dog, was quite the spectacle.
So this is why they say anal is the answer for strong-willed bitches?
The old sages had never been wrong. She broke down so thoroughly you'd want to take a picture and show it around.
"Feels good having your asshole scraped raw, doesn't it?"
"I-I don't know!"
"Like it or not? No answer and I stop."
"I like it♡♡"
Anyone who knew her would faint on the spot. I had succeeded in turning Rachel into that. As a reward for answering properly, I fucked her exactly as hard as she wanted—until her asshole forgot its original purpose.
Thrust! Thrust!
In time with the piston her intestinal walls moved. Even while gripping tight they let me slide out with unnatural ease.
Naturally, that is.
Some people actually enjoy the sensation. The heavy pull-out, the liberation and pleasure. Repeating that is something ordinary people never get to feel. Not a stimulation any pure woman could endure.
"I'm cumming♡ Cumming from my asshole♡"
Broken down to a vulgar degree. She was so cute and entertaining that I used her even more violently one more time.
Thud! Thud-thud!
The hole used twice in a row gaped pitifully open. It could not hold back the white fluid leaking out.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
She had no strength left to deal with it. Face buried in the mattress, Rachel wore a dazed, puzzled expression. Why did she feel good even after being used like this? Even her brilliant mind could find no answer.
"Was it good?"
"Kh!"
"Want me to kill you?"
"Euhit!"
A single slap to her ass and her body remembered instantly. The moment mind and flesh connected. Defeat. Humiliation. I seized a fistful of Rachel's hair as she glared up with resentful eyes.
Uup!!
Gulp!
Then I fed her my spit. She resisted a little, but soon swallowed obediently, gulp after gulp.
If I just devour this bitch, can't I devour America?
Rachel's true identity. I already knew she was a Rothschild heir. Making her my woman would pay dividends for a long time. No—the roles might reverse entirely. Controlling her, I could rearrange various pieces of America however I liked.
"Why specifically the asshole? Do you do this to other women too?"
"No. Only you."
"Why? Why!"
"Maybe there's some part of you I just don't like."
"Uoooh!!"
But I had not forgotten the grudge. I knew exactly how tenacious and unhinged this bitch could be.
To handle a bitch like that…
Corruption was the perfect tool. Condition her so that every touch of mine made her piss herself in reflex.
Squish! Squish!
I kneaded her soft breasts. When I dug into her asshole at the same time she looked ready to die from pleasure.
"Like your asshole-pussy?"
"Ooh!"
"About to cum?"
"Cumming♡ Cumming from my asshole again♡"
Her noble face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool. Perfectly a Hitomi female.
She shows up in every role—transfer student, tennis-club senpai, princess knight, adventurer elf…
Whichever the position, the inability to defy cock remains the same. Rachel would become that too.
Thwack!
I finished and pulled out. Rachel, now redressed in a suit, wore her usual solemn air.
"You've moved."
"Yeah."
"Someone like you could have bought a far better house…"
"All the residents here are students."
"Is that so?"
You would never believe her asshole had just been reamed. She was once again the lofty, pure woman. She had come claiming she had something to say to me. Or rather, she admitted there was something she needed to relieve.
"Want to live here too?"
"Are you recommending I move?"
"Better facilities than the dorm, freedom guaranteed, and above all—"
"Ooh!!"
"—you can get fucked."
The results of the development. Better than expected. Her anus itched so badly it was interfering with daily life.
She's a natural-born female, I tell you.
There was a reason I had fucked her and discarded her the first time we met. A bitch who only needed to shake her ass was spouting off about economics and finance—that was the problem.
"You're coming, right?"
"It's not a decision one makes so lightly."
"You're coming."
"I-it'll tear!!"
I shoved my hand straight into her suit pants. Three fingers plunged in and pulled, and she made that ridiculous face again.
I definitely need to keep a commemorative photo of this.
If she moved into my villa, it would be entirely possible. I would give her unforgettable memories of her twenties.
"Understood! It's more efficient than doing it myself."
"You get off alone too?"
"That's not—because you move those thick fingers so mercilessly—Euhik!"
I was already building it. Rachel's insides were more sensitive and got wetter than most pussies. A little finger-fucking and she came again. The solemn face was gone without a trace.
When she likes it this much, it's rewarding for me too.
It suited my aptitude better than expected. Since she clearly enjoyed it herself, I could develop her freely.
"Room 302. Handle the move yourself."
"Understood. But… are you going out?"
"Quick errand."
If she ever discovered this was actually a cock-house she might have a full-blown fit. The other residents would hide it well enough on their own.
There's fun in teasing her too.
Women enjoyed the sight of a high-and-mighty female crashing to earth even more than men did. Technical term: female-versus-female.
"A company I'm advising sent an SOS."
"May I come along as well?"
"You?"
"I'm interested."
Work-wise, though, she was first-class. She asked for a moment to make a call and spoke with her professor.
"Yes, Professor. It's me."
She secured leave with almost casual ease. Considering the average treatment graduate students received, it was an impossible feat.
"You two communicate well. I never could."
"Because I'm not irrational like you."
"Is that the issue?"
What made it possible was raw ability. In truth she was not the sort of talent that should still be playing graduate student. The fact that her asshole was currently gaping could stay hidden. No one would ever imagine it from her usual image.
At least she won't be a hindrance.
Unlike certain other people. She could take care of herself. If she wanted to come, there was no reason to refuse.
"It's a bit far—will you be okay?"
"I can spare about a day, but… I'll listen just in case."
"Busan."
"Busan?"
The region we were scheduled to visit was the center of global trade. Or rather, it was about to become one.
I still don't know why she came to Korea.
But if she had any interest in this country, Busan was a city she absolutely had to know.