How to Invest in Korea
Hallyu content.
It was an industry even more dismissed inside Korea itself.
Feels a little too nationalistic, doesn't it?
All that fuss over nothing.
Just got lucky once, right?
That wasn't the case at all.
The history of the Hallyu wave wasn't something that started yesterday.
If politicians are using it, that says everything.
A politician's signature move: when they start name-dropping something, it's already past its peak.
There wasn't a soul in those countries who didn't know it.
That was proof the culture had already sunk its roots deep.
Because the dramas from twenty years ago had laid the foundation.
"We take Japanese animation for granted too, right? Same way, other countries—"
"Shut up and watch! I'm trying to see the movie."
"……."
That was how Hallyu could slip in so easily.
He was trying to explain that background when—
You fucking bitch.
The movie.
They'd come while they were already at the department store.
And he happened to have something to say.
Just like the actor on screen.
Piss him off enough and he might just rip her mouth wide open.
"Wow, the acting is insane……."
"I'm touching your tits."
"Then touch them."
She couldn't tear her eyes from the screen.
Even with him kneading her breasts, she didn't react.
Fair enough.
Joker.
The defining film of 2019.
Shot so well it needed no long-winded explanation.
It had produced countless iconic lines.
No wonder his talking felt like a nuisance.
Still, it pisses me off.
So he delivered a small revenge.
He squeezed her breast hard and rolled her nipple between his fingers like he was twisting it.
Squelch.
He worked her clit in slow circles too.
Pacing it carefully so she could still focus on the film.
"Whoa!"
"Holy shit."
"God, the direction……."
Then the climax arrived.
The moment Batman's arch-nemesis was born.
Gasps erupted across the audience.
Sora clapped too, looking genuinely moved.
Nearly two hours of movie, and it had been worth it.
He put in the work to make that payoff twice as good.
Push!
He pinched her nipple hard.
A light pinch to her clit, and the reaction was instant.
"Nngh—!"
She came with a noisy little cry.
Loud enough that people nearby almost turned around.
Mwah.
He covered her face with his lips.
They'd just look like an ordinary pair of perverts.
This is the fun of public play.
As long as you didn't get caught, the thrill doubled.
He twisted her stiff clit again.
Push!
Even the bladder she'd been holding back burst open.
She became a dripping valley, water running freely.
She clung to him like she no longer cared, holding on tight.
Until the theater emptied out.
"That squirt was fucking insane."
"What the hell did you do to me!"
"What do you think? I wrecked you."
"Nngh—!"
Squirting.
Most women didn't do it easily.
You had to make her lose control at least once for the body to remember.
The movie was good too.
She'd never forget this for the rest of her life.
He was developing Sora's body carefully to his own tastes.
"Wanna go again right here?"
"Go again with what!"
True public sex still seemed a step too far.
He took the stubbornly refusing Sora and—
Squelch, squelch!
—went home and fucked her.
Far from objecting to the act itself, she seemed to approve; she was actively eager.
"This kind of thing—ah!—we do at home……."
"You're less wet than you were in the theater, though?"
"It's plenty—ah!—good enough."
One pussy that had just squirted.
She sucked his cock like she was trying to swallow it whole.
Her sticky inner walls clung with a thick, elastic grip.
Her condition today is fucking excellent.
It was obvious she wanted it.
And yet she clenched more obediently than usual.
"Kiss me. Kiss me."
"You want me to fuck you while we kiss?"
"Yes……."
"Can I come inside?"
"What?"
He'd been warming her up all day at the department store.
If she didn't hit the peak all the way through, she wouldn't be satisfied.
Her pussy is brutally honest.
She herself was hesitating.
No—she'd been force-fed the idea that doing it would be a disaster.
"What if I get pregnant!"
"You just had your period not long ago."
"How the hell do you know that?!"
"For an investor, research is basic."
The heat of her pussy.
The days she refused to do it.
Deducing it wasn't hard.
It's written all over her.
He leaned in close to her ear and applied a little gaslighting.
Once he said it was a safe day, she reluctantly accepted it.
"If I have a baby, I won't let you get away with it."
"I'll cover the child support."
"Child support, you fucking—!"
Of course it wasn't risk-free.
As an investor, you had to know how to take on risk.
Saying it that way is hotter, though.
He also wanted to see Sora milking breast milk like a dairy cow after giving birth.
He decided to try it once.
Mwah.
He ate her upper mouth the way she wanted.
And ground into her lower mouth with thick, wet, deliberate sex.
"You like risk so much you're gonna get fucked over, you know that?"
"You're the one who'd be giving birth anyway."
"You crazy bastard—ah!"
She seemed to have no room left to answer, just moaning.
Only the legs wrapped around his waist were answering honestly.
Gulp. Gulp.
He drank the saliva from her upper mouth.
Her lower mouth, as if ready to become a woman, clamped down hard.
He supplied raw material to a baby factory that had stopped running.
That alone was a conquering satisfaction that overflowed.
Oh, fuck…….
A satisfaction on a completely different level from coming outside.
A woman was divided into before and after she took a creampie.
The way she looked at him grew tender.
It held a plea for him to do anything more.
Gulp. Gulp.
Her lower mouth was actually gulping it down.
She drank his semen in greedy swallows.
No—she absorbed it.
A pressure strong enough to feel like she was sucking it out from inside his urethra.
"Did you come?"
"Yeah."
"I really do every damn thing because of you……."
The one doing every damn thing was her own pussy, but she didn't know that.
Her face itself had gone fully female.
Reason beat emotion this time.
Good thing Sora was smart.
If she'd charged in purely on greedy instinct, it would have been a problem.
"If you want to do it, do it at home. Why the hell did you lose it in a movie theater all of a sudden."
"You weren't listening to me."
"What did you even say?"
Even that Sora had gotten completely absorbed.
Because the film itself had been that good.
An ordinary person would stop at that level of appreciation.
An investor, of course, had to interpret it in money.
Related companies' stock prices jumped.
You could even predict that—
if you had an eye for film.
"Any DC Comics fan knows. The Joker's a popular villain, and fan interest is high."
"So you're saying you invest by predicting box office success?"
"Something like that."
"Oh~!"
Joker.
Revenue hit a full billion dollars.
Even after subtracting all kinds of costs, the leftover was enormous.
Of course, it's end-of-cycle money.
The whole world already knew that fact.
Who on earth didn't know Hollywood movies?
Even with a film that successful—
it only managed to hold the price that had already risen on pre-reflection.
"Eh."
"It's already too late a market to chase a jackpot."
"I like black-cock bull candles, though."
"……."
The company was simply too big.
One or two hit movies didn't move the stock in any major way.
Which means—
the market a black-cock-loving Sora would actually enjoy
wasn't America. It was Korea.
"There aren't many Black guys in Korea, you know."
"You actually craving Black dick?"
"I'm joking."
The footing was solid.
The competitiveness was more than enough.
And best of all—
It's Korean.
Information on the films.
Predicting whether something would hit or flop was easy.
"But we could figure that much out ourselves if we wanted to, right?"
"There's information only locals can get."
Foreigners could search too.
Even without Korean, they could run a translator.
That's just licking the rind of a watermelon.
No different from the rumors institutions leaked.
Information everyone already knew lost its value as information.
WORLD STAR K IN THE LEAD ROLE!
Race King Um Bok-dong — Wide Release March 1
A poster they'd brought from the theater.
On the surface, it looked pretty convincing.
If an investor who didn't know better saw it—
"A globally famous K-pop star in the lead, a 15-billion-won budget, and a gentle stroke of national pride—you'd think the box-office ingredients were all there."
"It really does look like it could blow up."
Nationalistic films.
They were considered a guaranteed check for success.
Industry consensus was that at minimum, they wouldn't completely bomb.
The lead cast was glamorous too.
It looked like it would sail past the break-even point without breaking a sweat.
"If Race King Um Bok-dong hits big—"
"The stock flies. It's not a heavyweight company like Warner Bros."
"Whoa……."
Companies like that actually appeared.
As Hallyu content rose—
stocks that jumped hundreds of times from the bottom.
Opportunities a foreigner could never touch.
An advantage possible only because they were Korean.
They just didn't know it—those chances were everywhere.
Even if the index itself was a mess, Korea was an attractive place to invest.
"I think that answers the question."
"Worth the creampie, then."
"But…… once you've already seen the movie, isn't it too late?"
Whether the company that made Race King Um Bok-dong would end up the same way—
worrying about it was basically meaningless.
They'll just feast among themselves.
That was what the letter K meant.
Stick it in front of something and the alphabet alone made people uneasy for a reason.
Sora had learned that the hard way over the past two years of getting burned again and again.
"That's why you watch it in advance."
"How is that even possible?"
"Because we're VIPs."
"?"
To invest in this country, you had to become the one holding the leash.
A movie.
What you needed most to make one wasn't an actor or a director.
"Thank you so much for the investment!"
It was a sponsor.
Filming a movie cost money—that was a given.
I honestly wondered if the funding would even come through.
The director of Race King Um Bok-dong,
Hwan Hyeon-seung, let out a breath of relief.
In the early days of shooting, it had been a crisis.
They'd nearly failed to film at all.
"I only did what needed to be done."
"No, sir. I'll never forget the help you gave us for the rest of my life!"
Park Gwang-jae, CEO of Paran-Domi Entertainment.
If he hadn't put up the money—
He said he invested out of patriotism.
They'd managed to finish shooting safely.
No one on the crew had to be laid off.
All that remained was to repay him with a hit.
As the director, that was as far as Hyeon-seung's thinking went.
"I'll definitely repay you with a successful run!"
"Ah, that can wait for later."
"There's one favor I'd like to ask."
"Yes?"
Park Gwang-jae was thinking something entirely different.
Whether the movie succeeded or failed was none of his concern.
What matters is the expectation.
Paran-Domi Entertainment.
It was listed on the KOSDAQ.
The stock was already climbing little by little.
"We're holding a preview screening this time, right?"
"Yes, sir. We'll make sure it goes off successfully……."
"I'd like you to carefully select who gets invited."
"Pardon?"
He wanted to pour oil on that fire.
Or at the very least, nothing that would get in the way could be allowed to happen.
As long as there are no picky critics.
Until opening day, he'd be free to work the stock price however he liked.