How to Invest in Korea
VIP.
The precious customers of a department store where a mere one percent accounts for half of total sales.
"How much do you have to spend to get something like that?"
"Not even a hundred million."
"What the hell do you even buy to spend that much?"
"I'd like to ask you the same thing."
"?"
Even among them, there are ranks.
Not every VIP is the same VIP.
Trinity — Top 999
Diamond — Purchase amount 60 million won
Platinum — Purchase amount 40 million won
Gold — Purchase amount 20 million won
Black — Purchase amount 8 million won
There are tiers, just like in League of Legends.
Starting this year, I became Trinity.
Even if you try not to hear about it, you end up hearing it anyway.
Suhyun and Hye-ri spend money like water. They get excited talking about a card that never gets declined no matter how much they charge. It's also a method of legal tax evasion. Since it helps with year-end tax settlements, spending a little is fine.
"Trinity?"
"If it were LoL, it'd be something like Challenger."
"I don't know LoL, and I don't know Challenger either."
It's the tier you hit when you play too much. The game company pins the hardcore addicts right there for everyone to see.
Same idea.
A pinned shopping addict. The top 999 biggest suckers in the Republic of Korea are called Trinity. The cutoff is roughly around two hundred million won. Various perks come with it.
"Are we shopping today?"
"Why, you don't like it?"
"I don't mind doing it, but… it just makes me self-conscious."
Time to put those privileges to full use. Sora seemed to have a few complaints.
Just because her chest is ridiculously huge.
It's hard to walk around flaunting that mouthwatering body. No—of course it would bother her. Broadcast work. Setting personal streams aside, ever since she appeared on Dream Girls, more and more people recognized her.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"It's because you keep groping me, you asshole…"
"How am I supposed to not touch these."
"You fucking bastard."
I slipped my hand inside Sora's sweater. Hot, moist flesh wrapped snugly around my fingers.
She's gotten used to it.
She no longer rejected my grip. My fingers sank between the springy flesh.
"Ah, ah, aah…"
I could feel the blood flow. Her heart was pounding hard. She was trying her best to hold back, but—
Nipples are hard.
From the way her lips were pursed into a little O, she was right on the edge. All that careful training had paid off.
"This is exactly why I can't go anywhere!"
"So what?"
"Can we just walk around normally for once…"
"Why do we have to walk around normally?"
"?"
Her honest body was the complete opposite of her words. Unaccustomed to outdoor play, she kept glancing around nervously.
That's what the money's for.
The department store. Even on a weekday afternoon, it was crowded. Anyone who saw Sora trailing pheromones would—
It would only be a matter of time before it hit SNS. Retweets would explode and it would spread nationwide. Eventually she wouldn't be able to ignore her fans' demands. She'd open an OnlyFans and start producing mouthwatering photos.
.
.
.
It would blow up across races and tastes. She might even become a global OnlyFans star.
"What the fuck kind of bullshit is that!"
"Anyway, that's what you don't want, right?"
"Would that be so bad?"
Sora was thoroughly unimpressed. Even becoming an OnlyFans star wouldn't satisfy her.
Does she need to conquer Pornhub before she's happy?
As her boyfriend, I was willing to provide the dick. She just wasn't into the idea.
Squeak—!
We entered the lounge. A facility inside the department store available only to VIPs.
"Wow, places like this exist?"
"You didn't know?"
"I'd have to have a reason to come here to know."
I'd never brought Sora before. She didn't particularly enjoy indulging in luxury. Most people did. I wasn't talking about Suhyun and Hye-ri. Just looking at the lounge's main clientele—
"The new Gucci collection dropped~."
"Oh my, oh my."
"It's so completely Young and MZ, you know?"
The overwhelming majority were women. The kind of female archetype you saw all over the new towns of Pungtan. For real. Plenty of elegant ladies. Women in their late twenties to mid-to-late thirties were fairly common too. They spent so much on their skin that they looked younger than their age. Honestly, I wanted to seduce and devour a few of them.
"Is it here?"
"A little farther."
"There really are a lot of people who look loaded…"
I held back. There was something tastier waiting. We went all the way to the innermost section, and finally it came into view.
T R I N I T Y
VIP among VIPs. The Trinity lounge, available to only 999 people.
"There's nobody here?"
"Trinity isn't exactly common."
"It's so… spacious."
Sora had every right to be flustered. A space the size of a café that could seat dozens of people—and this in a department store built on expensive Gangnam land, no less. Empty. They said 999, but in reality there might be one customer on a good day. Maintenance costs had to be astronomical. Which meant it was worth that much.
"Hello! I'll help you with your order."
Because we spent money. The moment we sat down, a staff member appeared with a menu and a catalog.
"What's this? Did they give it to us to read if we get bored?"
"If you like something, buy it."
"?"
The reason you come to a department store. Obviously, to buy things. They made that process more convenient.
Who wants to walk around until their legs hurt?
There was fun in that too, of course. Showing off how much money you had was its own reward. The opposite also existed: VIPs who didn't want to stand out. Who preferred to shop quietly.
"What happens if I pick something?"
"They bring it to you."
"No way!"
"That's what VIP means."
The staff did the legwork. You could even try on luxury brands right there on the spot.
Normally that happens in a personal shopping room.
But this was Trinity. A rank above Diamond, so they fawned over you without being asked.
"Two Einspänners, a soufflé, and a fruit sandwich."
Because that was how the money came out. The staff set down the food and shot us a subtle look.
Incentives.
They took a cut proportional to the sales amount. They would do whatever we wanted, but—
"I want to buy her some underwear."
"Ah~ women's lingerie? What style would you like?"
"She's got pink nips."
"!!"
I decided to act like a bit of a problem customer. I pulled one heavy mound of flesh out from inside Sora's thick sweater.
Fucking heavy.
I nearly twisted my wrist. That was how dense and weighty the breast I exposed was.
"You crazy bastard!"
"See? Pink tips."
"Ah, yes…"
"I want a slutty style that shows off these pink nips."
She was probably weighing her options in her head. Report this, or endure it.
"I'll bring over lingerie that matches your taste from the luxury hall our Gu-segye Department Store is proud of!"
Money always won. She clasped her hands over her stomach and bowed politely.
That's capitalism for you.
There wasn't a single employee at the Gangnam branch who didn't know what kind of customer I was.
"And she gets wet really easily."
"Yes…"
"A few thrusts and she starts dripping."
"Do you actually want to die?!"
"It's true."
I also requested underwear with good absorbency. She frowned a little, but it would be fine.
There's a saying for this.
If you're going to throw your weight around, at least pay for it! So I was paying for it and doing exactly that.
"More of your brilliant bullshit…"
"So what."
"What if someone saw that?"
"There's nobody here, is there?"
Sora had her complaints. She was still bound by ordinary society's standards.
You think I spend money for nothing?
It was so I could be treated like a king in a department store. As long as the money flowed, anything was allowed.
Ziiip~!
Even this. The moment I lowered my zipper, she looked at me with an expression that said she was about to unload another stream of curses.
"Are you insane."
"Do me."
"Me?"
"If you don't, I'll go seduce that one from earlier and get one off?"
She quieted down immediately. I'd thrown it out half as a joke, but she was seriously jealous.
Half serious, though.
If I put my mind to it, it wouldn't be impossible. You could feel it just from the looks. Women who'd already fallen for material desire. Sweet-talk nine out of ten and it was doable.
"Here is a little…"
"There's nobody around. And picking out clothes is going to take a while."
"You have to tell me if someone comes, okay?"
Women like that were bland. The ones who were lofty, opinionated, and full of attitude—
Making them do this and that.
The sense of conquest was intoxicating. Sora's lips gradually swallowed my cock.
Slurp! Slurp!
The shyness lasted only a moment. Soon she moved her tongue the way she'd been taught and sucked hard.
Feels fucking amazing.
Her mouth was hot. Probably because she'd just been drinking warm coffee. She devoted herself to serving me without a second thought, setting aside that fierce personality of hers.
Slurp! Slurp!
No—she liked it. Talent. I'd awakened the perverted streak that had been sleeping deep inside her. Body and heart, she had become my woman. A thrilling current was just about to race down my spine when—
"I've brought the items, sir!"
The staff member returned. Apparently she wanted that incentive so badly she'd come back fast.
"You're already here?"
"Ah, yes…"
"Just leave them on the table."
A frozen expression. She roughly understood the situation. There was no way she couldn't tell. For now I played it cool. With her face buried in my crotch, she wasn't visible.
We treat it as not visible.
If she wanted the money, that is. She was making easy cash off a simple errand. She wouldn't want to cause trouble for no reason. Just as she was about to let it slide—
Gulp! Gulp!
The cock vacuum activated. My essence was sucked down into Sora's hot, tight throat. Silence. In the empty, quiet lounge, there was no way not to hear it. Pretending not to notice became difficult.
"She's a cock-crazed bitch."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"I-is that so…"
"Anything else you want to buy?"
I decided to boost the sales a little more.