Real Luxury
Real luxury.
Flex.
If you've made money, you have to spend it.
Looking at it that way—
Pretty rewarding consumption.
It looked like I'd be able to keep using Suhyun. I'd gotten her hooked on the thrills of a double life.
I bought some for Hye-ri too. When you're treating people, if you buy for some and not others, they're bound to get sulky.
Maybe because they're kids, they don't have much greed.
For me it wasn't a big sum. I still didn't get how they could be so happy over ordinary luxury brands alone. She'd even let me creampie her for the first time. With no boyfriend in the picture, I'd been free to develop her without worry.
"Senior!"
There was one who hadn't gotten the same treatment. Sora flung the door open again and came storming in, raising hell.
"I heard, you know?"
"H-heard what?"
"About Hye-ri and Suhyun."
"Ahem…"
What the hell did she hear, exactly?
There was more than one or two things that came to mind. Sora pulled out her phone and shoved it in my face.
Phew. I was worried she'd said something about getting her ass stretched open.
Fortunately, it wasn't the disaster I'd feared. Something was going on in the freshman group chat. The girls were gossiping among themselves. I'd already cherry-picked the tastiest ones, so I had no lingering regrets.
The leftovers were causing a stir. It's human nature to want to show off when you receive a gift.
"Sponsorship is a kind of part-time job, I guess."
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"Anyway, there's that. So why?"
"I heard, you know. That Senior bought them."
Sora puffed out her cheeks. I couldn't lie to Sora, of all people. I came clean and admitted that I was the one who'd bought the wallets.
"Are you interested in both of them?"
"Huh?"
"If you're going to buy something, you should only buy for one person. Casually hitting on people left and right like that is rude, you know?"
What she was actually mad about was something else. Sora seemed to think I was making moves on both of them.
I've already been plenty rude, honestly.
The secret was being kept. They themselves wouldn't want to go around broadcasting it either.
"It's not like that."
"Then what is it?"
"I owed them some favors in general, so I bought them. I made a pretty big score this time, right?"
It wasn't hard to brush off. I could see Sora's chest as she stood with her arms crossed.
Oh.
It was summer. Even Sora, who was sensitive about exposure, had come dressed quite thinly—a short-sleeved shirt with a slightly low neckline. By Sora's standards, this was on the sexy side. A bit of cleavage was showing too. For such magnificent breasts—
"Then aren't I the one who's helped you the most?"
"Huh?"
"Why didn't you give me anything?"
—they needed a matching accessory. Sora pouted her lips sulkily.
What woman doesn't like luxury goods?
With her friends having them and her alone without, she might have felt left behind. She might have felt that. Of course, I had something prepared. It was time to bring out the item I'd been carefully storing.
Click!
An elegant box that looked expensive at a glance. The contents inside made her eyes go even wider.
"This is… what is it?"
"Why ask when you already know."
"Is this for me, by any chance?"
"No."
"Ugh!"
A necklace. And a truly extraordinary one at that. The commission price alone came to a full hundred million won.
And it's only going to become more extraordinary from here.
Made by a famous French artisan. No—one who was going to become famous. Brands aren't limited to companies alone. Individuals can wield even greater influence.
"Oppa will put it on for you."
"Is it really for me? It looks expensive…"
"If you don't want it, forget it."
"Ah! I never said I didn't want it!"
That's how the fashion industry works. Always chasing what's hip, what's different from everyone else.
Right now it's the exclusive domain of a handful of rich people.
In the future, individuals would become brands just like painters and sculptors. Like Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon. In his youth, the value of his work wasn't recognized. Now they traded for astronomical sums. The artisan who made this necklace would become famous after forty. This early work would rise in value too.
"I'm ready…"
Sora gathered up her long hair. The white nape of her neck that was revealed—
Gulp!
I couldn't help swallowing. I almost put my tongue on it without thinking.
I'm dying for a taste.
I had to hold back for now. This was a precious moment of putting the necklace on her myself.
"Wait, this is embarrassing."
"If you move and break the necklace, I'm not taking responsibility."
"That would be… a problem."
It settled onto her white skin. The high-platinum-ratio chain matched her skin tone perfectly.
This is really exciting.
It wasn't particularly because I wanted to touch her smooth neck. Putting a necklace on a woman. It felt like marking her as mine. Sora accepted it without knowing a thing.
Click!
I successfully fastened the necklace. The diamond at the center settled into Sora's cleavage.
"Is this real?"
"It's fake."
"I figured. Still, I'll treasure it."
Obviously real. Processed by a first-class artisan, no less. No need to tell her that. She was happy enough already. She seemed to be trying to manage her expression, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching up.
A chest like this needs a necklace like this, after all.
European aristocrats didn't fall into luxury and pleasure for nothing. Women and jewels are inseparable—under the premise that she's worth that much. Anything draped on Sora's body needed to be at least in the hundred-million range to suit her. Her already tempting breasts looked even more magnificent. Just as I was about to raise my hand without thinking—
"Do you like it?"
"Well, for Oppa's sense of style, it's not bad."
"Then I can touch your chest, right?"
"Absolutely not."
Sora frowned. The mood had clearly been good—so why?
Normally this would be the master free-pass card!
Even the haughtiest women would feel bad enough receiving something like this to go along with it. She really had no shame.
"Then at least a kiss."
"Are you crazy?"
"What! We've already done it! It's not the first time! You're experienced!"
"What the hell are you talking about, you bastard!!"
Sora's face flushed red as a beet. She must have remembered last time's deviation.
How much did she suck and lick back then.
She must have drunk a full liter of my saliva. I'd groped her breasts to my heart's content—truly to my heart's content.
"That's not the issue…!"
"Then what is the issue?"
"Back then… I only helped you out of necessity as a fellow investor."
Fuck, I should've just said sex was necessary.
A room you can't leave without having sex—no, a stock that won't rise without it. Something like that. But that wasn't what Sora was trying to say.
"Doing that kind of thing just because you received something is weird too, you know."
"Even if Oppa gives you a hundred million?"
"No means no!"
The hand I'd reached out with ulterior motives—slap!—she swatted it away and hugged her own chest. Receiving goods and granting her body. Her pride wouldn't allow that kind of transaction.
In just one week, for real!
I wanted to get her to the point where I could finish with just her breasts. I wanted to conquer her little by little like that.
"Ah, then I'm going to smoke!"
"Is Senior a child?"
"Have you ever seen a child who smokes?"
"So childish."
What was she talking about—with those royal breasts. I needed something in my hands to calm my nerves.
I just burned a hundred million and my hands aren't shaking?
Even so, not being able to touch her chest was a shock. I lit a cigar and took a drag.
Hoo~
Thick smoke. Nicotine burrowed into my mucous membranes. It had been a while since my last one, so it was blissful.
"I told you not to smoke!"
"Are you my wife?"
"I'm worried about Senior's health, you know."
"Then let me grope you."
Sora growled. I didn't understand why she hated smokers so much.
If you hate secondhand smoke, then leave.
I smoked it right in front of her. She watched me steadily, then suddenly stretched out her arm and snatched it away.
"I'll ruin my health in Senior's place."
"Hey, wait."
"Something this bad for you—cough! Cough!"
And she smoked it. She inhaled as if she were smoking a cigarette.
Hey.
What people generally recognize as cigarettes are actually imitation products with a bit of tobacco leaf mixed with sugar, additives, and flavorings. Cigars are the real thing. Rolled from 100% pure tobacco leaf. No filter either, so the smoke concentration is on a completely different level from regular cigarettes.
"Sora, Sora?"
"Aung…"
"Drink some water first."
It wasn't just a little stronger. The nicotine content was about a hundred to four hundred times that of a cigarette.
That's why even people who smoke only do surface hits.
Deep lung hits. If you suck it in deep and exhale the way you commonly see, you're liable to get high from nicotine poisoning. She was half gone already. Her expression was blank and her eyes unfocused.
Gulp! Gulp!
I fed her water. For Sora, who'd never smoked a cigarette in her life, it must have felt like doing drugs.
"You okay?"
"Uuung…"
"Doesn't seem like it. Better give you mouth-to-mouth."
It was an unavoidable situation. As Sora herself had said, it was inevitable right now. Drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She was in such a rough state she didn't even have the strength to swallow.
Chuuup!
I scooped up the precious stuff before it could fall. I freely feasted on Sora's lips.
Nicotine tastes good.
Only after toying with her for a long while did her senses return. In case she felt stuffy, I'd also undone her bra.
"Getting jealous and everything—you're so damn cute."
"It's not like that…"
"Then why did you come?"
"I had something to ask Senior. Hic!"
Just in case, I had her take a puff of the cigar each time. The sight of Sora exhaling smoke—
Her decadent beauty is insane. Looking forward to ten years from now.
It still looked awkward, but someday experience would catch up.
"…I told you."
"At the freshman welcome party?"
"You said you're a trader, so hic! why did you enter the economics department."
I could help with that. Life experience. Depending on how you accumulate it, your future self changes too.
Back then I was a Pokémon trainer, but.
Now I was at least fitness-trainer level. She was a woman with a killer body and plenty of drive.
"Because I don't need it."
"Then what should I do?"
"Specifically, metaphysics, logic, philosophy, history, psychology, political science—something like that."
If she grew according to my tastes, she'd be a fantastic partner day and night. At least the nights were guaranteed.
Even as she ages, I feel like she'll stay delicious for a long time.
Watching her smoke the cigar earlier had convinced me. She was a top-tier product worth raising.
"You'll grow the way Oppa says, right?"
"Yes, hic!"
"You'll give your life to Oppa?"
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I continued my value investing.