I Am the Force
I am the Force.
Price manipulation.
Of course it was never going to be easy.
I deliberately pumped the stock price. Then the day traders would swarm in looking to snatch a quick profit.
I'm minimizing that as much as I can.
I denied them any real chance to buy and just shoved the price higher. That level of trading skill was basic for me. But it still wasn't enough. To actually lock in profit, I needed to get the buying pressure into a proper orbit.
Crunch!
Like a satellite. Even if you nail the three-stage separation, if you never punch through the atmosphere it's all for nothing.
If I just had a little more capital, this would already be over.
I could have launched the price clean into the sky. When the power wasn't there, you forced it up anyway. And then there was the tech. Modern stocks weren't traded by hand one click at a time.
Tap. Tap!
You used programs. Like macros in a game—you saved the patterns and fired them when you needed them.
As if I had anything like that.
I was doing every single order by hand. Right now I was short on far too many things.
I was somehow manufacturing a similar rhythm. It was working; the flow held. But only held. If time just kept ticking like this, one by one people would start to catch on.
Crunch!
And then I would be left holding the bag—every share I had bought just to push the price up.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't getting impatient. I desperately needed one big hit right when I was busiest.
"Senior!"
The girl with nothing but big tits came looking for me. I had left the door open because of the heat, and she walked right in without a second thought.
What if I'd been jerking off?
I couldn't even call a girl over. We were friends; if she walked in on something it would be a headache. I could always do it at Hye-ri's place. Suhyun's relationship with her boyfriend had gotten better lately.
"My stocks are acting weird."
"Yeah? Taking after their owner."
"Ugh!"
Sora had no idea. She had clearly dumped money into a falling market and gotten wrecked.
"There are so many undervalued stocks right now."
"So many?"
"They're not getting a proper valuation. Only the weird trash stocks are going up…"
"Ah, is that so."
The stocks that should have risen weren't rising. They were absurdly undervalued relative to their actual performance.
So how deep did you get bag-held, huh~
The usual story. She puffed out her cheeks and started complaining. I understood the investor's feelings, but still.
"Why the hell are you trying to invest at Kangwon Land? You crazy bitch?"
"$^@$^@^!"
That was a bear market for you. Things that made no common sense were actually the norm.
You only learn by getting burned.
Knowledge, war stories—the stock market wasn't so soft that you could just be taught and suddenly understand. If the market was weird, you traded on the premise that it was weird. It was still too early for Sora.
"Senior, you're buying weird trash stocks again, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Must be nice. Company with zero clear outlook, but the stock just keeps climbing~."
"Not exactly."
"?"
She grabbed both sides of my chair and started shaking it. An investor who had lost money always regressed into childish thinking.
She's full-on throwing a tantrum.
Watching the girl who always acted intellectual and pure start to crack was entertaining. Someday I wanted to see Sora completely broken.
"What are you even doing?"
"Pumping the stock."
"That's possible?"
"It's the kind of shit you have to do once you become a trader."
I was the one about to break first. Managing the order book by hand with no program was pure hell.
Or maybe I've already done everything I can.
It just hadn't caught fire yet. It could still fizzle out in smoke. Real operations didn't have high success rates. How this would end was impossible to predict.
Hoo~
I could only soothe the burning in my gut and keep watching. I lit a cigar at the tip and exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
"Cough! Cough! Why are you smoking in the room?"
"Stress."
"My dad used to say the same thing."
"Traders get it. That's why you don't."
Sora made a huge fuss. She flung the window wide open like she wouldn't calm down until the air was cleared.
Secondhand smoke I understand, but…
Cigar smoke was harsh. Anyone who had never smoked would naturally hate it.
"Are the candies for stress too?"
"Yeah."
"Those are bad habits."
"Habits are the things you end up doing anyway."
The candy was just my jinx. My brain only worked properly when I was eating something tasty. From a normal person's view it might not make sense.
Sora stared at me steadily.
"If your mouth's just bored, eat something healthy."
"Has to be something delicious. Delicious."
"Something… delicious?"
"Like your lips."
The kitchen chair. It was a little high because it was meant for watching the stove. Sitting there put me exactly at eye level with Sora.
The moment she heard it, her face flushed bright red.
Zero immunity to this kind of thing.
Just a kiss, and she was already like this. A little sexual harassment to drive the nuisance away.
"If I… if I do that, will you stop eating those?"
"Hm?"
"The cigarettes and the candy. If it's just… just the cheeks, then maybe…"
She was taking it surprisingly seriously. She fidgeted with her ears, which had gone completely scarlet.
Timing.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. A thousand thoughts would be colliding inside her head right now—just like an investor stuck in trash stocks.
A first-class trader never missed the opening.
"Uh, uh?!"
I yanked her wrist and pulled her straight into my hands.
Smooch!
Lips. I had rushed it, so our teeth clacked and it stung a little.
Who cares.
I tasted them. I bit just the lower lip to check the feel. Nicely thick, springy and plump. Excellent lips that made you want to keep kissing.
Smooch!
Slurp!
I played with them just like that. With one hand I slowly stroked her hair so she wouldn't panic. To soothe the psychological resistance. And to scatter her judgment.
"Fucking delicious."
"Senior, wait…"
"Just a little more. Just a little more."
Stroking her hair should be fine. Our lips had only brushed and parted.
Once she's used to that…
I asked permission. I already knew she would say no, but because I was the one begging she couldn't push me away.
Game set.
I brought my face close again. I tightened my grip on the back of her head and the arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Slurp!
Suck!
I tasted deeper. I ran my tongue over those plump lips, getting her used to the sensation.
No lipstick—nice.
Just a light coat of lip balm; almost no cosmetic taste. Only Sora's own flavor came through.
"#^#$^@#!"
I slipped my tongue inside. At first she thrashed and tried to shove me off. The moment I hugged her tight she seemed to give up and went quiet.
That's it. Good girl.
She had gone completely stiff. She could only barely follow my movements. The thought that teaching her little by little might be fun had just crossed my mind when—
The alert rang. My mind snapped clear. I had left a block of shares sitting at the very top of the order book.
"Oh fuck, it sold?!"
"???"
"Move! I have to trade!"
That was the fill. Buying pressure had come in. This was no time to be leisurely sucking on lips. I tossed the dazed Sora aside and stared at the order book. The massive buy from a moment ago had become kindling and the whole thing was catching fire.
I threw more wood on with it. Right under the psychological resistance line at 10,000 won I stacked a huge block of shares.
Break just this and it felt like it would rocket. I had deliberately built the sell wall I wanted to smash.
"Hey, lips!"
"Yes?"
"The trading went great while I was sucking on them!"
Someone else had to break the wall. If I broke it alone it would look unnatural. All I could do was pray to the sky.
Fuck it, I don't care.
I used the trading as an excuse to demand a kiss. I slapped her thigh with my palm—signal. Sit here. When I waved my hand and hurried her, she came over reluctantly but she came.
Finally a comfortable position. She looked extremely awkward, like it was her first time straddling a man.
"Lady Luck, I need a kiss."
"Even so, a kiss is…"
"I'm begging. There's a billion won on the line. I even put in margin."
"A-a billion?"
Rationally it made no sense. I pushed before that rationality could return.
Smooch!
Money. Important work. She had to help or it wouldn't succeed. She couldn't refuse and accepted it.
I pulled Sora tight against me and enjoyed the kiss again.
How am I supposed to stop at just kissing.
The cheap chair creaked. It was struggling under two people's weight. But the position itself was stable. Maybe because the surface area where her ass and thighs met mine was wide.
Slurp!
I raised my hands. I only kneaded her innocent hips, suppressing the urge to grope further.
She'd pop out babies no problem.
Her body heat was warm. Even through a single layer of clothes the firm body and the feel of it came through clearly.
The trading was going beautifully too. The order book I was watching through half-lidded eyes was erupting.
I feel like I'm actually going to come.
My lower half was throbbing hard. If I had been wearing thin pants, Sora would have felt it.
"Eut♡ Nngh♡"
She had her arms around my neck and was only licking at my lips. Just mindlessly rubbing. Her specs were so criminal that it was more than enough to get me worked up. The pressure of her tits pressed against me felt completely full.
I had almost fully realized the profit. I sold the remaining hundred shares one by one, dragging the enjoyment out as long as possible.
She's got talent.
Face reading never lied. This lewd body just hadn't met the right partner yet. Kiss and embrace. I slowly reminded her that being with a man felt good.
"My tongue hurts."
"Mine too."
"Do we have to keep going?"
"One last time."
I ate her lips thoroughly. I also spread my hand wide and grabbed the ass I had been wanting to touch.
Look at that—can't even fit it all. This filthy sexy body.
Sora's saliva came into my mouth. I gulped it down, and when my tongue started to go numb I finally pulled away. Her lips, coated thick with spit, glistened. Her expression was half out of it, eyes unfocused.
"?"
"Thanks to you, Sora, the trade went great."
"R-really?"
"Look. Profit."
I changed the subject before she could fully recover. The fact that the trade had gone well was also completely true.
This wasn't just "pretty good." It made me understand exactly why the Forces played games in the stock market.
"Whoa…"
"Insane, right? Looking at an account like this—doesn't it make you wet?"
"Wet?"
"Never mind."
Maybe I had played a little too hard with a girl who still knew nothing. But this body was definitely going to learn.
If it were up to me I'd sponsor her a thousand a session.
She was more than worth it. But she herself hated the idea so much that calling her for that would only backfire.
"Senior."
"Yeah?"
"Was I helpful?"
"Huge help. It's been a while since I tasted something this good."
Honest impression. If it was going to explode anyway, I might as well guide it. That was the feeling behind the line I threw out.
"I'm glad…"
"What?"
"I was worried because last time I made you miss taking profit. This almost makes up for it, right?"
Surprisingly, it just rolled past without incident. She had been fretting over something else entirely.
She's still hung up on that?
It must have been weighing on her. From a normal person's perspective it was a pretty big sum.
"Still a little short."
"I-is it?"
"I wish Sora would help me just a little more~."
"?"
I might be able to get another taste.