Economics Don’t Add Up
There was something strangely uncanny about cumming in someone’s ass.
It felt nothing like cumming inside a pussy.
The moment I pulled my dick out, her asshole didn’t clamp shut—it just fluttered open again, helplessly gaping.
“Haaah… so big….”
The instant I withdrew, Jeong Han-ah slumped to the floor in a heap, leaking semen as she panted for breath.
“What, already done?”
“Hah… not yet…?”
Jeong Han-ah stared up at my cock in astonishment. Ever since we’d started at the wax shop, I’d already made her cum more than three times, and yet she was still hungrier than ever.
What kind of stamina and staying power was this, really?
What kind of man was this, shouting as if three rounds still wouldn’t be enough?
Churup— chuwoop—
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Jeong Han-ah took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it like it was the sweetest candy on earth.
The sharp, fishy smell and taste were there, sure, but every trace of it was buried under the divine seasoning of pleasure.
“Delicious….”
When I patted her head for responding so eagerly, she let out a purring little sound like a cat and rubbed her face against my cock, then looked up at the phone I was holding.
“Please fuck me all night. You’ll keep using Han-ah’s pussy as much as you want, right?”
“Well, that depends on how you behave.”
Women who wanted to be fucked were everywhere.
Z was full of them, and so were Seol Yeomyeong, Lee Dahyeon, and An Hyejeong.
“I’ll work hard. I can do anything. More than one at a time is fine too.”
“I don’t really like multiple men.”
One thing I’d learned from sex was that I had a strong streak of possessiveness and ownership in me.
When it came to me, I wanted to be the only one. Period.
As for other men’s women? I’d happily take them.
“Then multiple women’s fine too, right? Just put it in Han-ah’s pussy.”
“Multiple women, huh.”
Come to think of it, I’d never actually had a threesome—or anything beyond that.
Doesn’t seem like it’d be too hard to handle, either.
Honestly, I felt like I could handle three or four without breaking a sweat.
Three or four rounds through the night? I was already used to that.
“Multiple women, huh. Then I’ll have to think about it.”
“Hehe… thank you….”
Looks like I’d be spending the night here.
Just thinking about that needy ass, opening and closing every time she breathed, made me want to keep it pried open all night long.
***
By the time morning sunlight poured in.
After a quick shower, I left Jeong Han-ah behind, still incapable of getting up, and got into my car. My shoulders ached with the fatigue of last night’s sex, so I rolled them as I drove.
I didn’t even remember how many times I’d finished off last night.
When her ass got tired of taking it, I shoved it into her pussy, pressed down on her stomach with both hands to force her tight, and kept thrusting.
Then I’d stick the cock I’d had buried in her ass straight into her throat and cum again.
“Haaah… All right, one thing’s certain: rank evaluation is complicated.”
Jeong Han-ah’s analingus and ass play, plus her deep throat skills, were all top-tier—maybe the best I’d ever seen.
And yet she’d only been ranked D.
Not D-plus. Just plain D.
So the System judges something other than the pussy?
At the lower ranks, pussy had basically all been loose as hell. Even with a cock as big as mine, it felt like I was just fucking thin air.
“Pussy and body type. On top of that… maybe experience? Or environment?”
An Hyejeong, a married woman, was ranked B+.
She’d definitely had more experience than Seol Yeomyeong.
An Hyejeong won in breasts, Seol Yeomyeong won in slimness.
But An Hyejeong was married.
Hmm… I think I’m starting to get the general idea.
Still, it was a shame. There were flavors like Jeong Han-ah’s that just couldn’t be measured by rank.
Deep throat, ass skills, and that cock-drunk expression—how could any of that possibly be called D grade?
No way. It was better than that.
I sent the message, then headed home.
“Got to keep fucking diligently. Where’s the room to rest?”
With one hand, I opened the Z messenger.
***
Office workers were genuinely funny creatures.
It wasn’t just that they were gathered together from a bizarre assortment of people who had no business being in the same room. It was that, within that mix, you could see the whole grotesque parade of humanity.
And the raw, negative emotions that came with it.
“Don’t you think he’s changed a little since he started making money?”
“He seems kind of sloppy with work too.”
“He was probably up all night staring at charts, so that’s why he’s like this.”
“Work isn’t exactly his hobby, is it?”
Things that would’ve been overlooked as simple mistakes—or ordinary behavior—got twisted into something else entirely, then judged as though the conclusion had already been decided.
“I heard he got crushed in the recent crash. How much did he make this time?”
“Did Song-ssi lose money too?”
“He’s making so much money now. Buy us something tasty sometime~”
But of course, they’d never say any of that to my face. If anything, they were just hoping I’d toss them a few crumbs.
“This is starting to get pathetic.”
I’d been ignoring them because I couldn’t be bothered to answer, and now they’d apparently decided I was an easy mark. The gossip had gotten loud enough that I could hear it myself.
“Hmm….”
I tapped the edge of my desk with a pen as I thought.
Sometimes I wondered.
What would happen if this ability vanished someday?
Would I have to pass it on to someone else, the way that old man collecting cardboard had given me the dice candies?
That thought carried a little urgency with it, too. I wanted to accomplish more before that ever happened.
Make more money.
Earn more points.
Roll more dice and create more change.
As if responding to my will, the overworked thing between my legs gave a slight twitch.
Yeah, not yet. Stay put.
In the end, the answer was simple: more sex. More points.
At Stage 1, 1 point equals 100 million won.
If I made it to Stage 2 and Stage 3, 1 point could be worth not 100 million won, but far more than that.
Maybe tens of billions. Maybe hundreds.
What matters is getting to Stage 2 by any means necessary.
The most likely route was either rolling every die up to 120, or fucking every woman of every rank out there.
Realistically, the odds are higher that it’s about rolling every die up to 120.
1,410.
That was how many points I needed to buy every die up to 120.
My current points total was 235.
I’d earned those after sleeping with Jeong Han-ah, plus one more D-grade and one C-grade woman.
1,175 points. Which means I’d need to sleep with at least twelve B-grade women three times each.
Easy to say, hard to do.
I’d already slept with close to ten women, but An Hyejeong was the only B-grade one among them.
“Hmm….”
Still, it wasn’t impossible. After Jeong Han-ah, I’d gotten a rough enough sense of how the ranking worked.
Even if I couldn’t predict the exact grade.
What I need is time. Enough time. No—more than enough. Time I can throw everything into.
And while three rounds of sex would reliably earn me one point, my current job, even with salary and everything else added in, only amounted to around fifty million won a year.
I’d even considered staying just because it looked respectable on a business card.
But no matter how I looked at it, it was a waste.
After all that thinking, I set down the pen I’d been tapping against the desk.
“Manager Pyeon.”
“Yeah? What’s up, Song-ssi?”
“I’m quitting the company.”
The entire office went quiet.
“What? Out of nowhere? Quitting? What are you talking about?”
Manager Pyeon shot to his feet, startled by the sudden announcement, and Seol Yeomyeong’s eyes went round as she half-lifted herself from her chair to stare at me.
“Well. Yes. That’s how it turned out.”
“No, I mean—suddenly like this….”
“I’m not saying I’ll be gone starting tomorrow. I’ll work through the month, hand things over properly, and then leave. I’ll submit my resignation letter right away.”
Manager Pyeon dragged me into the meeting room, saying we should at least talk things through and tried to stop me, but my mind wasn’t about to change.
If I’d been the type to be swayed by that kind of persuasion, I never would’ve brought it up in the first place.
“Haa… no, seriously, Song-ssi. You’re the only one I can rely on here.”
“What about Manager Kim?”
It sounded nice, sure. If he’d taken that stance from the start, maybe. But after I announced I was quitting, who in their right mind would believe that at face value?
Still, I didn’t exactly bear any ill will toward Manager Pyeon.
I simply couldn’t tell him about points and dice.
“Song-ssi, look at him lately. Is Manager Kim even sane? The guy’s so deep in virtual currency that he can’t focus on work. He’s not doing a single thing right.”
Manager Kim really was in rough shape these days. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t exactly talk to him outside of work either, but from what I’d heard from Seol Yeomyeong, some of the coins he’d bought had apparently been delisted entirely.
Guess he invested after hearing some trash rumor.
That was how most people ended up like that. Bitcoin and Ethereum were expensive, so they went after the trash coins instead.
And when those garbage coins started swinging wildly up and down, it was easy to get tempted by the illusion that you could make a killing.
In a way, Manager Kim had just been faithful to his instincts.
It was just that the ending hadn’t been a happy one.
“Sigh… Fine. By tomorrow—no, by tomorrow, think it over and let me know. Give it some thought. They say it’s hell out there these days. You’re not thinking of leaving to get another job or something, are you?”
“No. I’m planning to take a little break.”
What I really meant was that I’d build my seed money with sex, invest it somewhere, or just park it in stocks and live off the dividends.
But I didn’t say that out loud.
What would be the point? It would only end up as office gossip later.
“All right, I understand. Though it’s not like anything’s really going to change….”
Once your mind was made up, wasn’t it only natural for your actions to be quick?