The Softest Investment

That body.

A slender waist. Childbearing hips. There wasn't a man alive who hated this particular mismatch.

Squeeze!

He sat leaning back against the wall, arms locked tight around Sora from behind. He sucked at her lips while one hand kneaded her breast. And with the other—

Her belly button is so damn cute.

He stroked the soft little belly. The deep navel looked like it was begging to be pressed. No abs. Clearly not the type who worked out hard. A little disappointing, but it had its upsides too.

"Haa……, haa……."

A little lower. Soft and yielding, squishy under his fingers. The moment he caressed her there, Sora's breathing turned sharp. The skin was unusually hot. He rubbed it slowly, lovingly, in a clockwise circle.

"Eung……♡"

A cute little moan slipped out. Her breasts grew even more sensitive under his other hand.

She knows how to feel it. Not a complete stone after all.

She always played the stiff, proper type so well he'd half-believed she'd never even touched herself. With a body this filthy, there was no way she had zero interest.

"Sora. Sora?"

"Ung? Uung……."

"Sleepy? You gonna sleep?"

"Dunno……."

Perfect chance to ask honestly. Drunk words were true words, they said. Sora was half-dreaming already.

Smooch!

The situation was actually pretty dangerous. She was blackout drunk in a strange oppa's studio apartment and felt zero sense of wrongness. Her head simply wasn't turning over properly.

"Have you ever masturbated?"

"I have……."

"How often? Once every three days?"

"Once a month. Before my period……."

Valuable intel acquired. If there was ever a perfect day to seduce Sora, it would be then.

Cute. This filthy body only gets relief once a month?

The fact that she kept that little secret to herself was so adorable he could die. He sucked her already saliva-slick lips again and worked both breasts with his hands. Index and thumb rolled her nipples with ruthless persistence until the moans finally broke free—no, until she started trembling. Holding her like this, he could feel it clearly. Just now, faint as it was, she had come.

"You only do this once a month? Something this good?"

"I want to do it more……."

"Hm?"

"Because it's a bad thing."

Her body was already fully ready. She might only be twenty, but she overflowed with sex appeal that put most older women to shame. She wasn't without curiosity herself. Korean society was just conservative, that was all.

Oppa can teach you all sorts of things.

He pulled the admirable girl tighter against him. He'd sensed it from the first time they met. Study, study, study. Her life must have been dull and joyless. She had deliberately turned her face away from pleasure and stimulation.

"If it's a bad thing, why'd you do it?"

"Because it felt good……."

"Want oppa to make you feel even better? Hm? Hm?"

She had zero immunity. The main event hadn't even started and she'd already finished just from being touched.

A face like this can't possibly hate sex.

Give her a few years and a little experience and she'd turn into a man-eating seductress. He swallowed hard. He very much wanted to help with that process.

Looking down at Sora's body from above was pure art. Even setting the breasts aside, the lines were perfect. Her skin was so fine he wanted to touch it all day long.

Fuck her and regret it, or not fuck her and regret it.

A deep dilemma either way. Both paths ended in regret. Left brain and right brain were currently tied one-to-one. His cock was about to cast the deciding vote and make it two-to-one when—

"Do you like touching me?"

"……"

"Heheh."

She started the conversation herself. Twisted around in his arms, she stretched a hand up and gave him a light peck. The teasing skinship that should have been frustrating now sparked fresh heat.

Where's the coyness? No—she really just didn't know.

Outside and inside didn't match, so it was easy to get confused. He was a little drunk too. She was a good junior. If her first time was too intense, it might leave trauma.

"Don't do anything too rough……."

"Ahem!"

"I trust sunbae……."

Her words cut off. She'd clearly passed out cold. Long lashes closed; she had become a sleeping princess.

"Asleep? Hey. You asleep?"

No answer. Even when he grabbed a breast hard and twisted, there was no real reaction. That meant he could do whatever he wanted without guilt. Still, she had said not to do anything severe. So non-severe things were fine, right?

He pushed her skirt up. Licking ice cream was something even elementary school kids did. Pure white underwear came into view. Surprisingly bold for her.

Matching set with the bra? Or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠does she usually put a little thought into this?

Touching would count as severe. He just looked, then covered her again. Next, the breasts. The bra was already off, but he still hadn't properly seen what was underneath.

Thump. Thump.

A tense moment. Color decided a lot of things. S-rank or SS-rank. This was exactly the feeling of cracking open a rare gacha card.

He checked. Both fists clenched as he silently cheered. The glimpse of fabric he'd seen earlier—

If it's pink up here, it's pink down there too.

Pale. Since he'd already confirmed it, he went all the way. Carefully he slid the dress straps off her shoulders. Size, shape, color—all perfect. A pair of breasts that made a man hungry just looking at them.

Sucking still counts as touching, right? That interpretation works.

It was just body parts touching, after all. He shifted position and buried his face in Sora's chest. Nose deep. The faint scent of sweat was pure male-exciting pheromone.

Smooch!

Slurp. Slurp.

The more he sucked, the sweeter the flesh tasted. They grew firmer inside his mouth.

"Aeng……."

A lewd little moan. Whether she was dreaming or not, she neither woke nor moved.

Just put it in and think later?

It felt a little like jumping into a surging stock. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠His lower half was going insane. A woman this delicious right in front of him. Free to touch however he wanted.

Smooch. Smooch.

Not being able to put it in was pure torture. The stiff little nipples almost felt like they were mocking him.

Honestly this is free. I'm the one getting her worked up. Unfair as hell. I should play with her properly.

But this was a value-investment situation. After checking every inch, the conclusion was clear: this was a genuinely delicious body. Once she learned what sex was, she would only get filthier.

"Ah! Aeng-ah……."

He would make her open her eyes. Force her to understand, whether she liked it or not, that she had been born a natural seductress.

"Mm!"

Delicious meat entered his mouth. He couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across his face.

I'm the kind of guy who eats this now.

Wolfman Steak House. A famous steak spot in Cheongdam-dong that showed up on Instagram constantly. He had never set foot inside before.

"Um, excuse me."

"May I help you?"

"I'd like to order a bottle of wine."

Because it was expensive. Thirty thousand won—and that wasn't even the price per serving. It was per hundred grams. A single steak could easily push two hundred thousand.

I'm the kind of guy who can cut this much now.

Today's profit alone was ten million won. Yesterday's, the day ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before's—hell, this whole month's—

"Th-this one? Louis the Fifteenth Buri?"

"You mean the De Venoge Louis XV Brut."

"One of those, please. To go with the meat."

"Champagne with steak? If you'd like, our sommelier can assist with your selection."

"……"

His seed money had nearly doubled. He was in a position to slap mid-level executives at major conglomerates around the face.

A guy can go his whole life without drinking wine, you know. Some waiter giving me attitude.

He ordered something appropriately expensive—the one labeled SUPER that cost over a million won. Apparently it didn't pair with steak. He couldn't have cared less.

"Sommelier Park Joo-hee. Looking for a wine to accompany your steak?"

"Ah, yeah. Something tasty. Pick one over a million won for me~."

"Understood, sucker—I mean, valued customer!"

The world belonged to whoever had the money. Even if you walked around with a head full of useless knowledge—

In the end you learned it all just to take my cash.

He wouldn't stay ignorant forever either. He just had to drink every wine on this list.

And he still had money left over after all that. From now on he was going to enjoy life at a leisurely pace.

The profit duel with Sonik-jwa. In the end he had been the one who won. Unlike Sonik-jwa, who had been completely powerless lately—

Sonik-jwa my ass. Sonik-bastard.

The one actually making money every single day was him. His standing inside the community had ballooned. He had swallowed Sonik-jwa's entire position whole. He was the top trader on the stock gallery now.

Three-thirty. Market close. Also the hour when Sonik-jwa posted his daily profit certification.

Clank!

Startled, Yong-su dropped the fork he was holding. The number was that absurd.

Fuck, did he run options or something?

No stock multiplier could produce that. That was the only explanation that made sense. He himself had done everything he could. High-risk plays. Jumped into surging stocks and shat blood for the privilege. Only after all that had he scraped together his own gains.

"Your wine, sir."

"Hold on. I'm still looking……."

"I already opened it and brought it over? I tasted it myself as well."

"Why the hell did you drink mine?!"

"S-sorry!"

Sonik-jwa had made several times that amount. Saying the secret was leverage would only waste breath.

Fuck, if I just set my mind to it…….

The wine the sommelier had brought. When you drank on-site they opened the bottle and served it at the table. Every wine needed a different amount of time for the flavors to open, so the sommelier had to taste first. Even after hearing the manager's explanation, his anger refused to settle. The real reason for the rage was somewhere else entirely.

Gulp. Gulp.

He wet his throat with the expensive wine. Every last scrap of seed money was precious if he wanted to chase Sonik-jwa.

This is two million won? Put credit on it and it's a five-million seed, fuck.

The wine tasted like plain water.