Sex Rally

A sudden, violent surge.

Sell orders he'd parked well above the market filled in a rush.

This is…!

Something was moving. The manipulators were broadcasting their intent in the form of pure buying pressure.

He threw more wood on the fire. Every scrap of available capital. Roughly five billion won in Bitcoin, piled on top.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Oppa's trading, that's what."

"Even so, you can't just suddenly hit me—hiiik!"

He needed her quiet for a second. His palm left another clear print across that big, soft ass.

Sora locked her arms around his neck and panted hard. Her whole body kept trembling in fine little shivers, which was getting annoying.

At least I can still see the screen.

She was tall, but her arms were thin and her head was tiny. As long as she stayed still, it didn't matter. He could keep trading.

All that chart-watching hadn't been for nothing.

The support line he'd drawn. Of course someone would try to punch through it—so he'd been there to catch the fall. Probably that someone.

Honestly, their chart work was clumsy.

Then again, in crypto, clumsy is more than enough.

No hedge funds yet. No institutions either. Against mere illicit stock manipulators, this level of craft was fine. He rode along a little—buying with them to make the breakout easier to detonate.

The retail crowd was losing its mind. After a full week of nothing but red, a real rally was finally printing.

The real game starts once the ants pile in.

Price was the manipulators' toy. But the bulk of volume always belonged to retail. Would they chase—or bail? After enough trades, he already knew the answer.

"S-Senior…"

Sora squirmed. She'd taken the spanking in silence, and now she was speaking up?

Did I actually piss her off?

Maybe she'd been holding it in. Maybe it had been so absurd she just hadn't reacted.

"You're not supposed to hit me, you know."

"S-sorry."

"You won't hit me again?"

"I won't hit you…"

"Absolutely, absolutely no hitting. That spot is—nnngh~! It's really sensitive."

Surprisingly, she wasn't angry. As long as it didn't interfere with the trade, that was fine by him.

Weirdly sultry voice, though.

Anyone listening would think she was asking to be hit. Like those girls who moan yamete, yamete while begging for it inside. Whispering right against his ear wasn't helping the misunderstanding either.

It was Sora, though. Probably nothing.

"Stay still. I'm busy."

"What are you doing…?"

"Trading coin, obviously. Why even ask."

"Can't you teach me too? I'm curious."

"!!"

That honeyed voice slid straight into his ear. A ticklish little breeze that sent his blood racing.

Is she in heat today or what?

If he hadn't been busy, he would have fucked her already. She was driving a man that crazy.

"Then sit up front. So you can see the monitor."

"Turn around?"

"Well, only if you're okay with it…"

"Like this?"

She used his thighs like a vaulting horse and spun front-to-back with surprising grace. Quietly good athletic sense.

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Oh, fuck.

That left them in a position that looked an awful lot like he was already inside her. That springy, bouncy ass was tormenting his lower half something fierce. Her long hair tickling his nose was its own kind of torture. Just smelling that shampoo was pure agony.

"Senior?"

"Position's fine."

"Is there more~?"

"If Oppa's going to explain, he's gonna need to touch Sora a little."

His hands were itching. Breasts, waist—too many places to grab, and staying still was getting hard.

Honestly, I'm busy, so I wish she'd just get off!

She wasn't going to let him fuck her, and she was still being a nuisance. Today's Sora was different somehow.

"Go ahead."

"I'm gonna touch embarrassing places, you know?"

"I feel like that's okay. Hurry, hurry~♪"

She gave permission without hesitation. No nicotine, no alcohol—and still this weird.

Did she go into heat or something?

Virgins didn't go into heat. Not unless they were born absolute degenerates. She was probably just genuinely curious. With Sora's personality, that tracked perfectly.

Right on cue, another rally lit up. The move already outpaced an entire day's worth of previous selling.

"W-wow, it's shooting."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Huh…?"

"Predicting what the ants are thinking—that's where investing starts."

He unloaded every lecture he'd been holding back, and while he was at it, he toyed with Sora's narrow waist.

Jesus, it's thin.

Belly and back fit in one hand. The skin was thin but elastic, perfect to touch. He found the right spot—just below the navel—and pressed into that soft, silky place.

"See that big, thick green candle?"

"Yeah, I see it…"

"It's come in this far. That fat one."

"Ah!"

"How do you think that feels?"

"Good—good!"

Thumb and middle finger. He dragged them in a straight line, bottom to top. A filthy little moan slipped out of Sora's mouth.

She's taking it better than I expected?

He'd figured she'd go full tsundere like usual, but the reaction was excellent. Bitcoin printed another green candle right on top of it.

"And now it's climbed even higher."

"Ah!"

"If I keep pressing into Sora's best spot like this, can you hold it?"

"I—I can't hold it…"

A little higher. A woman's most precious place. Past warm—it was hot.

If I put it in, it'd feel incredible~.

Walls wrapping him from every side, squeezing and grinding—his cock might just melt. What the ridges would feel like. What the shape would be. He'd only know once he was inside, but the published specs alone were enough to make him drool.

"Ah! Aaaah…!!"

Sora's moans sharpened. The Bitcoin green candles marching toward the previous high seemed to be the stimulus.

But a pro teases them right here.

He pulled out. Then stabbed in again. A body that already knew pleasure started craving the next green candle.

"They want to feel good, so the ants keep buying and buying. You get it?"

"Y-yes!"

"But you don't give it to them easy. You make them desperate—then they're easy to handle."

From the side doing the inserting, total control. Knowing that, he placed a preemptive sell order first.

He dumped it at the top. Sure enough, massive sell volume followed almost immediately. In less than a second, the chart collapsed in a heap.

There was probably a program pre-set for this. Move serious capital and that much was basic.

Yeah, figures.

The timing had been perfect. Stuff like this involved a little luck too—it wasn't pure skill.

"You pull it out just like that—sssuuuk."

"No!"

"If I don't even shove it in here, never mind there—what am I supposed to do with you? Hmm? Hmm?"

It dropped hard. Retail started cutting losses one by one, trying to bleed a little less. The entire rally got handed right back. Then price kept freefalling past that.

This is the market's cruelty.

Whether Sora was starting to understand was another question. This was the ignition point of the coming secular bull market.

"I'm going to cry."

"Huh?"

"I might actually cry. Put it back in, hurry…"

Sora was on the edge of tears. Those eyes, ready to spill any second, yanked hard on every protective instinct he had.

I want to put it in too!

She was even grinding her ass against him, subtle but deliberate. Apparently she thought if she begged hard enough, a massive green candle would just slide right in.

He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bought. Catching it on the way down had been the whole point. And he got to feel up Sora's hot little belly as much as he wanted.

"It's come in this far, huh?"

"Ah♡"

"You like it when I press right here?"

"I do. Ah! I do…—but then I need to pee, I need to pee…"

That face looked ready to cry. This time it flipped and stoked the sadism instead. He pressed his fingertips into her lower belly and watched the reaction.

So the pee's pooled right here? God, that's fucking adorable.

If it was Sora, she wouldn't even get mad if she wet herself. He circled his fingertips clockwise and the girl looked ready to black out. Excellent response. He hadn't known she had a masochistic streak.

While he was tormenting that critical spot and accumulating, something bigger happened.

It climbed to an even more important level. The downtrend that had only been breaking lower finally started to bounce.

"This is fine, right?"

"Fine—it's fine…"

"But?"

"I wish it would come up a little more. Please?"

Whether she was playing along with the lesson or just begging to get fucked, he couldn't tell. Fortunately, the market was delivering.

He threw more wood on. Levered up further and vacuumed Bitcoin off the board. If his read was right—

No need to overthink it.

Child's play. To someone who'd fought on Wall Street's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠front lines, low-tier manipulator moves sat right in the palm of his hand. He'd given it enough time. Ninety-nine percent conviction. And above all, he had a goddess of luck on his side.

"It's coming up?"

"Oh! Ooh…!"

"For reference, Oppa's reaches about here. How's this spot? Hmm?"

"Th-that's too deep. Ah! Aaaang♡"

Weirdly, whenever he horsed around with Sora, the trading went better. The second he tormented her most precious place, she started trembling all over.

The real good stuff isn't just poking here—it's pushing up from underneath.

It hurt at first. Later, you got addicted to the stimulus. Addicted enough to drop to your knees in dogeza for it. He definitely wanted to try out Sora's cute little belly too.

And the coin chart was getting closer and closer to his own big, thick equipment.

The rally was no joke. Even he, watching it live, felt a little intimidated.

This isn't a black dick—this is a horse cock…

He wasn't sure it would even fit.