Coins

Hankuk University.

The students trudging to class looked drained of all life.

"Ah……."

"Where am I, and who the hell am I?"

Classes had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started, that was why. They had energy enough for drinking parties, but none left for actually showing up to school. They climbed the hill like a herd of zombies.

I never thought I'd end up joining their ranks.

A gambler showing up to class at nine in the morning? Does that even make sense?

Korea's economics education was broken from the ground up. If I were a professor, I'd have run things like this:

There was no better way to learn economics than real money on the line.

Once you get wrecked, you start hunting down news you never would've touched in your life.

A year of being underwater and you become fluent in the flow of the global economy. The learning efficiency was insane. That was the kind of system that needed to be introduced. Sure, a few dropouts would appear as a minor side effect.

Just run it with a little Kakegurui flavor.

That Japanese gambling manga. Campus hierarchy ranked strictly by profit. Bottom-tier students stripped of human rights, called livestock, treated like slaves. Korea still had no school like that—just lukewarm campuses that didn't even know the first letter of gambling.

Not that I'm asking for that much.

University life didn't make my heart race. Building friendships wasn't a hobby of mine either. First semester had been just as dull. There was one thing that had changed, though.

"Maybe I'll just sneak a morning smoke."

"Sunbae!"

"You a stalker or what?"

"Didn't I tell you not to smoke?"

Sora had somehow fallen in behind me. White tee, jeans—the same plain outfit as always. Even so, she pulled every pair of eyes on the path.

Those tits are just ridiculously huge.

Lately her meddling had gotten worse. Acted like the world was ending just because I lit a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cigarette. She fought tooth and nail to stop me from smoking. In exchange, she was getting something else out of the deal.

"You gonna take care of it for me?"

"Hurry up and get over there."

We headed to the club room with Sora. Being morning, no one else was inside yet.

Chuuup!

A kiss. It started with a light brush of lips. She pulled back, stared straight into my eyes, then—

Jjuwaaap!

Chup! Chuuup!

—swallowed my mouth whole. In seconds my lips were soaked in spit. A kiss so vulgar it bordered on trashy. The clumsy girl from the beginning was nowhere to be found.

All that practice over break paid off.

In the end I'd somehow gotten permission—on the condition I wouldn't smoke. After kissing like this every single day, her skill had improved to a shocking degree.

"Sunbae, are you sleepy? Move your tongue a little."

"I am moving it."

"What are you talking about. A kiss is like this."

She pressed in hard with her tongue, smearing and grinding, letting me taste every inch of it. The texture was like warm ice cream—soft and sweet, but nothing you could swallow.

How the hell is this a virgin?!

She toyed with my tongue, licked it all over, then finally sucked it into her mouth.

Haljjak! Haljjak!

Choooook~

Coming from the guy who taught her, it felt wrong to say, but she was really good at this shameful stuff. Or maybe she could do it precisely because she didn't know any better.

I honestly never thought she'd actually pull it off.

I'd shown her half as a joke—that kisses like this existed. She copied one thing after another until her skill maxed out. The kind of kiss that could make a guy stand at full attention just from watching. On the receiving end, I genuinely felt like I might finish.

"Open your mouth. Hurry."

The finish. Sora rose on her tiptoes and looked down at me from above. Being tall made plays like this possible.

A thick string of spit drooled down. I caught the foamy saliva in my mouth. One last deep kiss helped me swallow it.

Gulp!

It almost felt nutritious—one delicious mouthful that sent vitality racing through my whole body.

"There. Satisfied?"

"Sora, your kisses are seriously filthy. I love it."

"What. It's just a normal kiss……."

"It's filthy because it's you."

My head cleared completely. If I got kisses like this, university life might not be so bad after all. I pulled the praiseworthy Sora into a tight hug—hard enough that I could feel her chest crushed against me.

"Sunbae. Don't. Cling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so hard."

She didn't actually refuse. Surprisingly, she accepted even this kind of forceful embrace.

Feels like I'm trying to pop a balloon.

Her breasts flattened under the pressure. It had to be intense stimulation, yet she stayed in my arms without a hint of dislike.

"Sora."

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"If you get it, then don't smoke. If I lick every corner I'll know for sure."

"That's a little embarrassing."

"Then just don't smoke."

She said shameless things so easily. Sora still thought the kiss she'd just given was ordinary.

If she ever got a boyfriend and kissed him like that, he'd be disgusted, right?

It worked as a little bit of insurance too. For now it was only kissing, but one by one I was molding her to my tastes.

"I'll head out first then."

"Yeah."

"Sunbae, make sure you attend so you don't get an F."

I'd already earned that grade in the life department. I'd made an irreversible choice, after all.

Just trust me.

Top of the economics department. If I started sitting in on other majors' lectures, a little chaos would break out. The same went for the situation in my pants. To kiss me like that and then just waltz off—

Tap, tap!

There was another way. I waited a moment and the club room door opened.

"Oppa!"

"Been well?"

"It's been forever. Why didn't you call me?"

President of the stock club. Hye-ri threw herself into my arms with a bright smile. She'd always been the clingy type, but over break it had gotten worse.

I did a lot of things for her.

She had a dependency issue, and it had only deepened. The moment she saw me she latched on.

"Oppa……!"

"No kissing. I just got a ton of it. So instead—"

I stroked her ass slowly. Understanding the meaning, she turned around and loosened her skirt. Between her legs—still tight even after plenty of use. But the second I touched her she was already wet.

"Hiiik!"

It might have been a little rough on her. Class was starting soon, so there was no choice. I shoved in hard. Hye-ri's narrow insides stretched open. I hadn't even bothered with a condom.

"You okay?"

"Y-yes!"

"Even when I thrust this hard."

"I-it feels good. This is too—"

Convulsions rippled deep inside. She'd already finished once. In the big mirror beside us, Hye-ri was drooling, lost in the pleasure.

Never thought Hye-ri and I would end up with this kind of physical chemistry.

I'd always preferred soft. After all the different experiences over break, my tastes had shifted. I pulled her upper body close. My hand slipped under her white tank top and filled with a solid D-cup. Perfect handle.

"Oppa."

"Hm?"

"Harder. Squeeze them harder. I like that."

"Doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Yes, yes!"

She'd woken up to stimulation. The petite, deer-like Hye-ri made me want to mess with her without thinking.

So damn cute.

I still hadn't finished, yet she'd already come about three times. I smacked her plump ass with a sharp slap. There was real meat there. If it was just about wringing someone dry, Hye-ri ranked above Suhyun.

"Ah! Aaaah……."

I poured hot liquid deep inside her. A moan leaked past the lips Hye-ri ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had clamped shut herself. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. But the way her insides lovingly squeezed me made it clear she'd felt good.

And she's got tits too.

Not Sora-level, but still big. Chicken instead of pheasant. Getting worked up by Sora and dumping it in Hye-ri made for decent vicarious satisfaction.

"That was good."

"Me too, Oppa……."

"Shall we go? Class time."

"Um."

"Hm?"

"If attendance isn't required… could I stay with Oppa a little longer?"

I felt a little bad for her. I was already leaning on her for all sorts of things in university life. Connections. Being club president came naturally because she was thick with people across the department.

Tap, tap!

I tapped my phone a few times. The OK signal came back—looked like it had worked out.

"Then how about the sofa? Standing's tough."

"Yes, if you're okay with it……."

"Hm?"

"Could we do it properly?"

Hye-ri peeled off her outer clothes. She slipped the straps of her sexy tank top off her shoulders and freed herself completely. Naked. She was a little short, but the cute face and big chest more than made up for it.

Click!

I turned on the air conditioner. On the sofa we held each other naked and enjoyed a thoroughly lewd stretch of time.

"The real thing really is better."

"The one Oppa gave me wasn't good enough?"

"It's hard and cold. Doesn't turn me on at all."

She'd gotten used to stimulation. But her basic preference hadn't changed—she still loved just nestling in my arms and fooling around.

A girlfriend like this might not be bad.

Campus couple. Back when I was a real university student, I'd wanted a cute girlfriend too. The type who snapped at you but melted the second you hugged her from behind. That was the story when I was actually a student.

Chuuup!

Chuuup!

Now it felt more like a toy. Hye-ri insisted she really wanted to, and came at me with childish little kisses.

Women really do have to be filthy.

The cute type. After thoroughly enjoying women, I no longer had enough sincerity left for something pure.

"Hye-ri, why were you late today?"

"I had trades this morning……."

"So you hit Chanuk Oppa with an SOS?"

"I got wrecked, okay!"

"Hahahaha!"

There was a mild sense of conquest. The prettiest girl in the female student group—being able to hold her whenever I wanted. It gave me a reason to endure the boring school life.

The club had grown quite a bit too. Plenty of economics majors. I was on track to achieve the original goal of securing talent. Things were going well. Stocks were trendy, and I figured they'd only climb higher from here.

"You were still doing stocks?"

"Jiyun quit?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I've been into the other thing that's popular lately……."

It wasn't all good news. Lately a different trend was spreading among the department students.

Kids these days, I swear.

They got swept up in fads so easily. In the investment world that was never a good sign. Thinking differently from everyone else—that was the basic premise of investing. But it wasn't entirely useless either. Depending how you used it, it could turn into money.

"Don't tell me—coins?"

"Yeah."

"Crypto really is popular these days."

"Right. My friend does coins too."

"People say coins are easier and make money faster……."

Not as a mindset, but as an investment vehicle. Even I had one thing I was avoiding.

Coins?

I had a vague feeling something like that used to exist a long time ago.