The Long-Short War

Breaking news hit like a slap.

The kind of story that could flip the whole country on its head.

It wasn't just the specialty boards. Even the general communities were on fire.

No — for ordinary people, this hit even harder.

K.

A celebrity so famous that virtually no one in Korea didn't know his name. He was also the lead actor of Race King Um Bok-dong.

And that man had just dropped this on his Instagram:

Shocking news. The kind of story that had no choice but to become an issue.

A new film. People go in expecting it to be fun. That expectation had just been cut in half.

An official statement had come straight from the actor's own mouth.

And that meant one more thing.

It hit the stock price too. Among investors, the story took on a completely different meaning.

Box-office expectations. That was the factor that decided Paran-Domi's stock price. There had already been doubts. Now it was salt on an open wound.

More bad news poured in on top of everything else. Doubts about the box office were only natural — and they kept growing.

…….

Big Ant Capital. For Jang Seon-young, this was pure panic.

He had inside information. He'd called it a rigged playing field.

"It's true that it wasn't a true story?"

"Well…… it appears so, sir."

"It was on GeoraWiki!"

That had become the blind spot. Because he thought he already knew everything, he hadn't bothered to dig.

What kind of bullshit is this.

It was hitting retail investor sentiment hard. And the biggest blow of all was the lead actor's bombshell statement. To claim it had no impact would be a lie.

Paran-Domi's stock price. Sell orders flooded in and the price kept dropping. Everyone was only selling. Fear ruled the market.

At this rate, we can't even sell.

If their side sold too? Limit-downs day after day, the chart snapping downward. The stock would be completely dead. They wouldn't be able to dump their full position.

"Boss, this was not in the plan."

"You can't just end it with 'I didn't think'!"

They needed a reversal. Something that could flip market psychology — or at least hold the line.

I'm not the only one who dies here.

He called Park Gwang-jae. If the operation failed, he wasn't the only one losing money. Park had invested too. And investment always came with risk.

How was I supposed to know an actor would do that……

He pressed his throbbing forehead. They had every company insider under control. The actor alone had been impossible — they'd cast a star specifically for the film's buzz value.

I'll repay you with a box-office hit!

But it wasn't as if there was no way out. Something the director had said suddenly came back to him.

"The box office?"

"Hmm……"

It could still end as a minor incident. If the film actually performed, that is.

Even smoke-and-mirrors box office numbers would be enough.

Opening-day juice. Every shop draws a crowd on day one. They could fake a hit. They could inflate expectations.

"This time you really need to handle it properly."

Ten million viewers! They would flood the market with photos of packed theaters and inflated attendance numbers. The retail investors glued to their HTS terminals in their bedrooms would buy it. They'd scramble to pile in late.

Spike it at the open, then slowly dump the position.

They could still finish with dignity. Jang Seon-young thought it was a perfect plan.

March 1st. Independence Movement Day — a day of deep historical meaning for the resistance against Japanese colonial rule.

Today it had taken on a slightly different kind of significance. It was the day investment results would be confirmed.

I already know, of course.

But a bedroom investor might not. Why? Because they never check for themselves. They don't put in that kind of effort. They take money saved over years — decades — and buy stocks off one or two articles.

Literally like that.

A stock that hits limit-up every day! A company with a market cap in the trillions!

You go to the actual headquarters and half the time the building looks ready to collapse.

The stock is going up, so it must be trustworthy~. The articles are positive, so they must be right~.

That was how most investors thought. Which was exactly why investing was both easy and hard.

That didn't mean research was easy either. The most important step still remained.

Mental fortitude.

Hers would be completely shredded by now. Lately Paran-Domi's stock price had been doing the tap dance — up, down, up, down. The aftershocks of the long-short war. Once a stock got shorted, longs and shorts went at each other like animals. Intrinsic value stopped mattering. It was a zero-sum game where you only needed to kill the other side.

The retail investors caught in the middle. Even the reasons they'd bought or sold in the first place started to shake.

If they blatantly gap it up at the open like that.

Is it actually a hit? You couldn't help thinking it. FOMO hit like a truck — even when you knew it was dangerous.

Sora would be suffering right about now.

Click.

So he went to check. Landlord privileges. He used the master key and opened her door.

I'm curious too.

Would she be sulking in bed? Had she already closed out her shorts? Either way, it would be entertaining — or so he'd thought.

Squish. Squish.

It was a third option entirely.

The moment he swung the door wide open, Sora was visible sitting at her computer desk.

"Ah! Sunbae, why did you suddenly…… the door."

A sharp, musky smell hung in the air. The position of her hand alone was enough to convict her. Her eyes went huge with panic. She didn't even think to pull up the pants pooled under her chair.

"Th-this is, um—"

"Forget it."

"Kyaa!"

"Oppa will help you."

He felt like joining the fight. Sora was wearing nothing but a loose T-shirt; he grabbed a full handful of her chest and squeezed.

This kind of thing happens too.

A stock price that moved against every one of your expectations. The stress was enormous. And for an investor buried in positions, there weren't many ways to soothe it.

Squish. Squish.

He clenched her heavy breasts hard. Sora's fingers moved in time with him.

"It's just so annoying……"

"I know."

"It doesn't make sense. It was supposed to go down."

She was furious. Her stiff nipples made their presence known with every squeeze.

The body is honest, isn't it.

She tipped her head back. Her mouth opened and closed like a baby bird begging for food.

Slurp.

An awkward angle — which only made her tongue more desperate, more hungry.

— Institutional sell order executed!

Double kill! Triple kill! Watching the stock price fall. Every time she glanced sideways at the screen, it ticked a little lower.

"Feel good?"

"I— I do♡"

"Playing with your pussy? Or shorting the stock?"

"Both!"

An electric current ran through her whole body — no, through her entire mind. Pleasure she couldn't refuse.

Squish. Squish.

The sharp, lewd smell filled his nose. The breasts he was gripping pounded under his palms.

This little pervert.

Results beyond development. A wave of pleasure big enough to soothe Sora's filthy body came crashing in.

Covering your eyes and yelling "nothing to see." You could get away with it up to a point. But the light was far too bright to hide the sky with the palm of your hand.

A masterpiece that would leave its mark on the history of Korean cinema.