Should I Buy a Ton of Stocks and Make My Name Known to Everyone?
Han Soin considers buying up a bunch of stocks to make his name known to everyone.
Han Soin: xx% (Soin-ah, no way this is you, right?)
"Let's call it quits... If word gets out that I've got money, it'll just be a hassle..."
If people found out he was loaded, they'd come swarming for a piece. He could even lose friends.
"I'll keep quietly stocking up on Gain's company shares..."
A wicked idea crosses his mind.
"Wait... What if I secretly keep buying shares until I take over Gain's company...?"
A hostile takeover wouldn't be easy, but by teaming up with the disadvantaged heir and pooling shares, he could seize control of the board.
After that, (Gain, as payment for my help, sign this. It's a Slave Contract.)
Yang Gain would sign it formally, but the moment she did, her Submission Level (4) would kick in, making it even harder to escape.
"Is that too evil?"
He shakes the bad thought from his head and checks the time.
"Lecture time already...?"
There was a photo from Mi-na too, but he'd save it for later. A college student's priorities came first.
If I look at that, I'm 100% showing up late to class.
If his lust spiked any higher, he might skip the lecture altogether and head to Hee-na or Hee-seon.
Or go to Mi-na: (Mi-na, it's been a while—wanna check if your ass still stretches nice? Meet me at the bathroom next to the second-floor lecture hall.)
"Maybe skip the lecture..."
That might feel better for his body, but...
"Today's lecture is the group project presentation... Gotta go."
While he was slapping Gain's clit, Ye-rin must have been diligently researching with her group mates.
"Ye-rin didn't butt heads with her group, did she?"
A twinge of worry, but ever since her sex addiction was curbed, she clashed less with people.
In-hye messaged too. Better not open it yet.
Glancing only at the women's messages without tapping them, Soin heads out early.
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"Leaving early gives me some breathing room."
He climbs the hill toward the undergrad building.
On his way to the lecture hall, Soin taps the link from Rumi.
"She's pretty popular..."
(Real talk... If you blow up as an influencer, don't say I didn't warn you.)
He recalls her resentful glare, like Why won't you just assault me already?
Rumi's got an amazing grip, though...
After forcing through her virginity, her tight squeezes had made holding back a struggle.
"Cosplay, huh... Wonder if Mi-na or Ye-rin are helping with makeup."
Closing in on the department building, he pockets his phone.
Ten minutes early to the lecture hall.
"Soin."
As he opens the door, two group project members approach.
"Soin... Um..."
"Yeah?"
"What's your deal?"
"...?"
"You have no idea how shocked we were?"
They'd gone to some major corp HQ, sipped coffee, and heard a pitch on the company's vision firsthand.
And then...
"Th-that Lee Ye-rin lady... How do you know her...?"
The golden sun girl oozing sex appeal.
"Ah... Just a friend."
"Does she have a boyfriend? She's got such an amazing style..."
Sex-fiend era Ye-rin would've had a string of boyfriends.
But now? Just servicing Soin's cock, working out, or hitting the library on repeat.
"Doubt it."
Even if she were hung upside down sucking dick, it wouldn't count as a boyfriend.
"Sorry, but could you tell us what she likes?"
"What Ye-rin likes?"
Soin ponders Ye-rin's tastes.
Sex. Getting pounded hard. Workouts. Clit torture. Machine-fucked pussy and ass at once.
Stuff he couldn't exactly share with the male group mate.
"Just... gym stuff, Pilates, CrossFit maybe...?"
The seated female group mate chides him.
"Someone like her dating a regular guy...?"
"Hey, a guy can dream."
"You were so busy staring at her face and body that I had to ask all the questions... Seriously."
The blonde tanned girl's soft muscles and sleek figure had clearly hooked the guys.
"But how the hell did you even... get in touch with a girl like that...?"
The question on everyone's mind bursts from the male group mate.
"Just kinda happened..."
Did her doing the project for me tip them off? Suspicious glances fly.
"Haha, project going well?"
"Yup, presenter's all set."
The professor enters, and the group scatters.
Soin pulls out his phone and sends a message.
Mutual gratitude.
She actually sent 50 mil... Gain's not one for empty words, huh?
A nude shot of the blonde tanned girl. One arm raised, the other spreading her pussy—like she'd prepped it just for Soin.
Glossy tanned armpits and her self-spread pussy. The smooth mound gapes wide, exposing her inner folds in sharp detail.
Leaving a thrilled Ye-rin high on her 50 million payout, Soin settles into class.
He jots the current situation on a notepad.
Level 4: Kim Hee-na. Seo Mi-na.
Level 3: Song Hee-seon. Kim Hee-da. Lee Ye-rin. Kim Rumi. Lee Soo-bin. Seong In-hye. Suseomi. Yang Gain. Lee Bo-hee.
Level 5 Requirements: [For Submission Level (5), requires 3x Submission Level (4) + Tendency Level (5).]
Highest Tendency Level: Seong In-hye, Submissive(4)
That one-level gap really changes how well they listen...
Song Hee-seon → Slave Contract already secured.
For Level 4, it took multiples of 3 +1: 4, 7, 10, 13 women.
From Level 4 on, need to lock in tendencies... Gotta pick someone cooperative for that.
Soin erases the notes, organizes his thoughts, and focuses on the lecture.
But the girls won't fight among themselves, right?
Dismissing the needless worry, Soin skims the lecture materials.
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Seo Mi-na stands before Kim Hee-na.
"Unnie, can we talk?"
Hee-na, fresh off her shift, looks at her.
"Talk?"
"Yeah, just... feels like we should sort some things out between us..."
"Sure."
She feels eyes gathering. Two stunners together draws ears.
"Unnie, somewhere quieter?"
"Sure."
Clutching the wallet Soin bought her, Hee-na follows Mi-na.
They hit a bench by the sports field. Mi-na hands over an Americano.
"Master—how many women does he have? Any idea?"
Hee-na doesn't answer right away. Sipping her iced Americano, she thinks.
Seo Mi-na. A faint memory, but they'd crossed paths before.
"Does Mi-na need to know how many women Master has?"
Mi-na recalls the women she's seen: Kim Hee-na, Seong In-hye, and...
Ye-rin too... suspicious.
Already three. For her own goals, Mi-na presses Hee-na once more.
"Unnie, even a rough number...?"