The Taste of Sora

"I'll take it."

Smooch!

Slurp!

A kiss.

The kind of skinship common between lovers.

But it's even tastier when she's not my lover.

There's a thrill of transgression to it. Especially when you're the first to step onto a pure white snowfield that knows nothing at all.

"Sora, you really taste good."

"Saying things like that is embarrassing…"

"It's a compliment. Thanks to you, I haven't even thought about cigarettes lately."

Not cigarettes—cigars. I just phrased it to sound nicer.

I could fool her with atmosphere once.

But from next time on, I'll need to give her a proper reason.

The reason she allowed me to kiss her. I'm not entirely sure, but she seems to want to be helpful.

I pretend to trade at a moderate pace. In truth, the only thing in my head is Sora's lips.

Slurp~!

I push my tongue in. At first Sora had resisted, but now she knows how to match me.

Her saliva tastes good.

I pull her tightly against me. Enjoying the pressure of our chests pressed together, I tilt my head little by little to the side and feed her my own saliva. Gravity carries the liquid slowly down her throat.

"Does Sora taste good too?"

"The kiss…?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like it. It smells like cigarettes."

"…"

It's been quite a while since I last smoked, but the residual scent must still be there. Non-smokers can be sensitive about these things.

I pull the flushed Sora even tighter into my arms. If she says she doesn't like it, I want to keep sucking on her until she does.

Slurp!

She's secretly enjoying it herself. The expression on her face after a kiss is unmistakably that of a woman.

"You don't hate the kiss itself, right?"

"…"

"Say something."

"As long as Senior doesn't smoke things like cigarettes."

She makes a pouty face but doesn't refuse. The feeling of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠holding her is killer.

If I'd already put it in, my balls would have exploded.

A body that bewitches men just by existing. I hadn't said those things at our first meeting for no reason. Her high body temperature makes me feel like I'll melt just from holding her. Those plump hips and thick thighs announce exactly how ripe a piece of rice cake she is for pounding. Even the taste I'd worried about most turns out this good.

Gulp! Gulp!

I feed her a mouthful of water and resume the kiss. Moisture floods ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth and saliva begins to spill out.

I move the mouse half-heartedly as well. Development is still incomplete, so excuses remain important.

Even affairs need proper cover stories.

That's why seducing a married woman is both easy and difficult. I make sure Sora recognizes this as a necessary act.

"Oh, it's rising."

"Really?"

"If Sora gets a little more proactive, I think we can hit the upper limit."

"Really…"

There's no woman who truly hates lewd acts. At least not in my experience. Social atmosphere and face-saving—I simply make it so she doesn't have to think about either.

Smooch!

Smooch♡

Sora presses her lips to mine. She does exactly what I had done—biting the lower lip. A clumsy, awkward kiss. The real purpose is to divert her attention anyway.

Thud!

There's a perfect handle right there. With both hands free, I caress her hips.

Thin waist, thick thighs. I really want to put it in just once.

It would feel incredible. I'm not just saying that. Thigh thickness is proportional to pressure. A slim waist is a condition for a famous pussy. With both present, the usage can't possibly be bad.

"Senior."

"Y-yeah?"

"You're touching too much."

"Not even here?"

"No."

"Up to here?"

I somehow extract permission. Sora's Maginot Line seems to sit somewhere between waist and hips.

My precum is leaking in streams—what am I supposed to do?

In my head I'm already fucking her. I want to teach her the pleasure of being scraped out from the inside.

Slurp!

The kissing alone seems to be enough. Sora's face has flushed red like a beet.

Quiet girls really do climb onto the stove faster.

At first she only offered teasing little pecks, but she grows bolder by the minute. She's sucking on my tongue now. She probably has no idea how lewd that is. She simply executes the methods I taught her with perfect diligence.

"Sora, you're good at kissing."

"O-oh, really? I just tried following…"

"You're good. Don't you have talent for this?"

"Even if I do…"

She acts nonchalant while continuing to suck. She must think she's being helpful.

Smooch♡

Slurp!

She eats quite deliciously. The wet, filthy sounds make both my hands and everything below itch. While adjusting our posture I rub her ass. Adding the images in my head, I genuinely feel like I might cum.

"Kissing is fun, right? Huh?"

"Whether it's fun—*smooch!*—I don't know."

"Oppa likes it. Because Sora is kissing me."

"More than that—are you actually trading?"

"Ahem."

Of course I mustn't forget the real purpose. Being able to receive this kind of service is only possible because I'm trading.

I buy roughly. Stocks that look like they might rise. In truth I'm not buying with any real conviction.

"What stock is this?"

"If you do it a little more lewdly, I might teach you."

"I don't know how to do that kind of thing."

She still works hard at it. She tightly hugs my face, opens her lips wider, and eats.

Slurp!

Slurp♡

I'm being eaten by Sora. I hold her tightly and gently stroke her hair while moving my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues tangle and twist together.

Look how fast she learns. So fucking adorable.

There's real reward in teaching her. I look forward to the day she grows into a seductress who devours men whole.

While we eat and are eaten so deliciously, a notification that should never have been heard pops up.

"Senior."

"Yeah?"

"Did you just… sell?"

"No. I need to do more."

I don't care. I pour every ounce of focus into dyeing Sora's lips with my color.

Eating Sora is pure profit no matter how you look at it.

She's far more valuable. A woman this delicious is hard to obtain even for hundreds of millions.

Slurp~!

A deep kiss of the sort only lovers share. It never feels like this with bar girls. A blunt bitch has no flavor worth eating either. In bed, a lewd woman is always better.

High-nosed bitches never want to do it. Men flock to them even if they just stand still.

I need to engrave her first experience deeply. From now on, the mere sight of lips will make her think filthy thoughts. I pull her hard against me and exchange a close, sealed kiss. We feel each other's body heat and skin.

This is a critical turning point where I can make Sora lewd. While I'm devouring her with everything I have—

"Senior."

"Yeah?"

"Notifications are popping up like crazy."

"I'm standing like crazy too."

"What are you even saying!"

Still holding the struggling Sora, I glance at the monitor. A small sigh escapes.

Ah, of all times.

The order book looks ominous. The situation I'd been half-expecting seems to be materializing.

I buy again—at a higher price than what I sold. If things are flowing the way I predicted…

"Huh? You bought again?"

"Yeah. Averaging up."

"You sold so well, why…"

"Because I want to play with Sora a little longer."

I rest my hand on her ass. Round and springy—the touch is vivid and clear.

Smooch!

Sora's kiss. No—she bites. Pretending to caress my lower lip, she leaves a tooth mark.

"Senior, don't tell me you did this on purpose!"

"No. I'm buying for a reason."

"Then explain."

She looks at me with a shy, flushed face. Even in a posture like some service-oriented unnie, she still manages to pull off that seriousness. I have no choice but to explain—why I decided to buy Sejong Media.

Actually the stock itself is nothing special.

Among the major shareholders is one politician. The company is bundled as that politician's theme stock.

"He holds fifteen percent of the shares."

"Is that person running for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠something?"

"The presidential election is already over. The general election is still far off."

Sora's neck. I press my tongue to that clean white skin. She shows a rejection reaction but doesn't push me away—she wants to hear the rest of the story.

Sweet. So sweet.

While sucking, I slowly engrave kiss marks. Like drawing a picture, I carefully leave my traces.

"There's a political rumor that he'll be appointed as a high-ranking public official."

"Ah! Is that so…?"

"Wait a second."

I pull my mouth away and admire my artwork. It's lightly engraved—as if done and yet not done. Satisfying. I became the first to leave a mark on this pure white snowfield.

There's a system called blind trust.

High-ranking public officials are not allowed to hold stocks worth more than thirty million won. In other words, they have to sell.

"Then isn't that bad news?"

"Generally, yes."

"Dumping a large volume of shares is clearly a red flag for the stock price…"

Ignorant Sora's words are correct. But this is Joseon, and Joseon follows Joseon's laws.

There's something called a management-rights premium.

It's valued higher than its intrinsic worth. If someone can swallow that politician's fifteen percent…

"The calculation becomes that by securing thirty percent, you can take over the management rights."

"Ah!"

"You get it?"

"Ah! Ah♡"

She even knows how to let out lewd little moans. Apparently her neck is an erogenous zone.

If I keep sucking like this, won't her eyes roll back once?

Curiosity. If she wants to know what it's like with a man, I'm more than willing to teach her kindly.

Of all times, the market is busy. The dam has burst on the other side. Buy pressure is flooding in with terrifying force.

"Of course."

"Huh?"

"It's already decided that it will go up. Why did you sexually harass me?"

"…"

Of course, it's only a possibility so far. Acquiring a company requires enormous capital. No matter how delicious the food, if the price is too high you hesitate to buy it. Companies also come with headache-inducing post-processing. There needs to be a firm that actually wants to run this enterprise. Only then does the chain of information gain real value.

And you confirm that through the stock price.

I had been watching carefully. If the price surges, it means there really is a buyer ready to acquire it. Whether the rumor is real or just the Illicit Stock Manipulators playing games doesn't matter. Management-rights disputes are recognized as the single best piece of good news in the entire stock market.

It hits the upper limit. Not some mediocre VI—the absolute maximum daily rise of +30%.

"If things go well, consecutive upper limits might even be possible."

"Really?"

"This is all thanks to Sora. Because I got to eat delicious Sora."

"Please take your hand off my butt."

"…"

I made serious money. I tried to create a sweet atmosphere by saying it was thanks to her, but she doesn't fall for it.

Show most wooden girls this kind of money and they fall over on their own.

She still doesn't know how the world works. But it isn't completely without effect—she puts strength into the arms and legs wrapped around me.

"Senior made a lot of money."

"Jealous? Want me to give you some?"

"No. More than that, I'm glad Senior can be recognized for your ability."

The competitive structure of the community. Sora must have seen it too. This month is my undisputed victory.

Whoa, look at the strength in those thighs.

More than anything, her body keeps pulling my attention. Just holding her a little produces incredible pressure. If I'd put it in, it might have crushed me. Her strength is good enough to make me think that.

"Then that's it?"

"Huh?"

"The trading is over, right?"

"Ahem!"

A woman I want to hold. I finally have the chance and I refuse to let it slip away. I tightly hug the waist of Sora as she tries to stand.

Women are creatures that fall for atmosphere.

In everything in this world, the first time is the hardest. Cross that single line once and the rest follows. I take the next step. Fortunately, both the situation and the conditions are perfectly set.

"I haven't realized the profits yet."

"You said it might rise again tomorrow."

"Yeah. So how about we have a little celebration party in advance?"

"A party?"

There's no better method than feeding her alcohol.