Human Indicators
The coin club.
Of course I hadn't joined for any legitimate reason.
If the human indicators are going to gather themselves up for me...
There was no reason not to use them.
Thanks to that, I had been able to collect a mountain of data.
It was exactly as I already knew.
The level of coin investors in this era?
Nothing but complete idiots.
No matter how much they treated it like a religion, it wasn't as if there were no principles at all. Specifically, there was liquidity and government regulation. Analyze the charts based on that information and you could at least get some reference indicators.
They never even thought of doing something like that.
They simply didn't know it themselves.
The kids in the coin club were making blind investments that were no different from a cult. Which makes them perfect as human indicators. Their psychology was as easy to read as an open book.
The coin club fell into exactly two types: people with shallow faith, and fanatics. You could roughly divide them by ratio. The fact that the shallow ones were few summed up the current state of the coin market.
Looks like the time to pull the trigger is coming soon.
I remembered the rough history of the coin market. But the exact day, hour, minute, and second? No idea. It was meaningless information anyway. If other participants entered the market, the movements would change. I could see through the noise that was myself.
Institutional investors always had to keep in mind that big money came with big responsibility.
Ding-dong~♪
Summer was over. We no longer left the door open because of the heat. There was also the crazy bitch who showed up whenever she had a free second.
She gets mad if I'm sitting around without pants on, you know?
Even the things I did as a joke she never took as jokes. She had yelled at the top of her lungs, gotten angry, and stormed out.
"Ah, what is it? Huh?"
"Senior..."
I opened the door.
She wouldn't even let me sexually harass her, yet she kept coming over to bother me with nothing but questions.
Something happen?
Sora was already worked up. Rough breathing. Sweat droplets running down her cheeks. She was scattering a strange sensuality. She had always had a body like a sex machine, but still.
"Just a second. I'm a little excited."
"Huh?"
"I heard it directly from a working professional."
"Wh-what?"
"They said I have talent as an analyst."
Something must have happened. It was definitely a blind spot I had overlooked.
Right. They always say high-spirited bitches have talent.
She only sucked up when she was learning stocks. Normally she barely even allowed skinship. In front of other male students she still put up an iron wall.
Whoever that professional was—
"Did you get developed?"
"Huh? I haven't been hired yet..."
"Did you get opened up? Can I use it too?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, you bastard!!"
She screeched. That thin, high-pitched voice that reeked of female hormones tried to tear my eardrums.
What? You said you had anal talent.
She always did it herself and then got mad at herself for it. The "anal" Sora was talking about was something else entirely.
"Ah, economic analyst?"
"What the hell do you even think about all day..."
"Can't help it."
"What can't you help, you psychopath."
"Your body's sexy as hell."
"!!"
Analyst. A term for economic analysts. There were office workers who uploaded reports, and there were the ones who appeared on economic TV and prattled on and on. The industry divided them more finely, but ordinary people just lumped them all together as analysts.
"So Senior really has been looking at me that way."
"What way?"
"With sexual eyes."
"Obviously. From the very beginning."
"^#&!#%!#!"
Sora's face turned bright red. She couldn't meet my eyes and didn't know what to do with herself.
So the sensuality was just leaking out with no particular meaning, huh.
She had come over so worked up I thought she was going to jump me to cool down the residual heat in her body. If that had been the case, I would have been grateful.
"So what? You're used to it by now."
"Absolutely not. It gives me goosebumps."
"Even while we're French kissing?"
"That's because Senior smokes. Wait, don't tell me you did that on purpose too..."
"Obviously."
It had already been half a year since I met Sora. Not a short time by any means, yet she grew so damn fast.
At first she had been nothing but stiff. The kind of woman who would be boring in bed. Little by little I had pried the door open. Especially after she learned the taste of kissing.
Scritch-scritch!
Sora rubbed her lips with her wrist as if she couldn't believe it, glaring at me.
"That was my first kiss, you son of a bitch. You bastard."
"Why? You enjoyed it too."
"That sounds exactly like something a sexual predator would say!"
"Do you really need to play that coy?"
I stared at her steadily. Soon her sharp gaze softened a little, as if other thoughts were occurring to her. Still, she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. She puffed out her cheeks and kept making little angry ticks to show she was mad.
Women really are creatures who can't be honest.
That lofty pride. Sora would be even more so. But in the end, no matter how much she tried—
"It's not like I'm going to go around spreading rumors or anything."
"You'll really keep it secret, right?"
"Honestly, the kiss felt good, didn't it."
"...It felt a little good."
"Oh."
"You laughing at me?"
Spilled water.
Once something was taken, it couldn't be taken back. She herself was enjoying it quite a bit. If she had truly hated it, I wouldn't have done it either.
She really does have talent.
It wasn't just my delusion. I had thought some professional had kindly taught her.
"You can't tell anyone, okay?"
"I won't. Let's be secret friends with Oppa."
"I absolutely won't do anything beyond kissing. Ever."
"If Sora doesn't feel like it."
With anything, the first time was the hardest. Somehow I had managed to fasten that first button.
I like how straightforward her personality is.
A woman honest about her desires. She had locked herself away under a thick mask. The sensuality that had barely been confined was now dripping off her. Her cheeks were flushed red.
"I want a cigarette."
"There's really no helping you..."
What was needed was a trigger.
She climbed on top of me where I sat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Up close I could tell. She really had come over excited.
"What happened?"
"I told you. I met a professional."
"Here?"
"Touch me and you die."
Sora's dream was to become a trader. Meeting someone in the field would naturally get her worked up. Her pulse was fast. Her body temperature was higher than usual. There was a little sweat, as if she had run over.
"I even did the interview at that person's request. They said thank you and invited me to the main office."
"And?"
"I looked around a bit, and I even ate with the analysts."
"Isn't that Sora's dream? Must've been nice."
"I still don't really know. My head's all complicated..."
"Vent it to Oppa. I'll take it."
"Okay."
Mental excitement and physical excitement. Either one could heat up a body. Sora's pretty tongue undulated. Like a snake hunting for prey, it locked onto my lips.
Slurp!
Smooch~!
She was definitely good at it. Teaching her had been worth it. But she was still too bound by the form.
"You don't have to do it so strictly by the book."
"Then how?"
"You can act a little more spoiled. Do what Sora wants to do."
"What I want to do..."
Her breath tickled close. Her parted lips glistened with saliva.
Smooch!
She latched on hard, as if swallowing me. She ate my lips while her tongue invaded inside. An act we had done many times. But this kiss was a little different from the ones before.
Slurp!
Gulp!
Slurp!
Gulp!
The densely entangled tongues wouldn't come apart. It felt like my vital energy was being completely sucked out.
"Like this, right?"
"That's right, but a little softer..."
"I'm only going along with this because of Senior's unreasonable demands."
Her frame was large enough that I couldn't push her off. She was also clamping her sturdy thighs tight. I felt like I had become Sora's sexual toy. Only after sucking on me for a long while did she finally pull her lips away.
"Making your junior do something like this... you're terrible."
"Wait."
"I'm only doing this for Senior, okay? Got it♡"
"I said wait, you bitch!"
Her eyes looked a little dangerous. Sora's ass, as if the brakes had failed—
Smack!
I hit it with a full swing. Her eyes went wide; she looked completely startled. She collapsed straight into my chest. Something was trembling finely, but I paid it no mind.
Sell order has been executed!
I was in the middle of trading, after all.
The situation I had half-expected had finally happened.
The kiss with Senior.
Slurp!
Smooch~!
To be honest, it wasn't something she disliked. Every time their tongues and fluids rubbed together inside her mouth—
Warm.
Her head went hazy. It felt like sinking her whole body into a hot bath. Only it was limited to the inside of her mouth. Because she could taste it and feel the texture, it was far more stimulating.
I can do whatever I want?
Until now she had held back. She had only obediently performed the cigarette substitute using the methods Senior taught her. He said she could act spoiled. Sora slammed the desires she had always wanted to unleash against him.
Slurp!
Gulp!
She sucked on Senior's tongue. Large, thick, and stiff—it felt like a different species from her own. There was even a faintly unpleasant smell somewhere. Strangely, she was starting to like even that.
Delicious.
Normally he was just an annoying person. When they kissed, he only looked cute and lovable. She even swallowed the tongue that came over with the saliva. The more she sucked it in with a pop, the richer the taste became.
Slurp!
Gulp!
The flinching reactions. It made kissing him worthwhile. He was someone who never showed weakness. Even that Senior was soft and fragile inside the mouth. And she was toying with it however she pleased.
Feels so good.
She also pressed and rubbed her chest against him. It was something she secretly enjoyed whenever she kissed Senior. Doing this strangely made her feel better. She didn't know why, but instinct was commanding it.
Slap!
Body heat and pressure. A hazy mind. A body where excitement had piled up as high as it could go. A sudden impact slammed into Sora's ass, which had already been a little out of it.
Her mind flashed white.
Oh—!
Strangely, it didn't hurt. Instead it was comfortable and cozy. Something that had raced up her spine spread throughout her body. All the way to the tips of her toes.
Only then did her body react. Her legs trembled, her skin became as sensitive as if she were naked. She couldn't breathe. Yet it felt so good that even that didn't matter.
It was the first orgasm Sora had ever felt in her life.