Fucking Violent
The numbers flooding the screen in blue.
Ah... it was violent.
A blindingly pale blue spectacle that threatened to blind me. It felt like I'd been struck square in the eyes by the ice magic from some fantasy novel.
The number planted boldly at the center of the screen was crystal clear.
[-98.42%]
"Haha."
A bitter laugh escaped me.
At this point, it wasn't reality anymore...
It was some kind of fantasy realm.
Just a month ago, my account had been glowing with a warm, reddish light. But the market was cruel. When I thought it would go up and went long, it slapped me in the face like a ghost and plummeted. When I got scared and switched to short, it waited for me like it had been counting on it and skyrocketed, smashing my skull in. The insane volatility swung up and down mercilessly, killing both long and short positions alike. The whales, whose own survival was threatened, gave a damn about shrimp like me. In that moving chaos, a single shrimp was literally ground into powder.
And in that process, my precious seed capital — the money I'd scraped together working like a dog, money that was literally my blood — disintegrated in midair beneath the chart's insane tap dance. I remembered it vividly.
And the result?
My account had been stripped bare. Soul and all.
"Hoo..."
I flipped my smartphone over and threw it onto the bed. Looking at it any longer would drive me insane. And strangely, that made me feel better. Was this what they called liberation? The thought was so absurd that the corners of my mouth twitched upward for a moment. But then my chest tightened, a suffocating pressure building inside.
I fumbled at the bedside table and pulled out a cigarette, tucking it between my lips.
Click.
As I lit it, thin gray smoke curled upward into the empty air.
"Making 100 million won is this easy, folks. You put in 200 million and just breathe, and it gets cut in half. But damn it... mine isn't even half. Hahaha..."
I inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke in a long stream. My self-deprecating mutterings filled the room alongside the smoke. Was it the cigarette smoke that was bitter? Or was it my future?
My eyes began to tremble.
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Only after burning through several cigarettes in a row did my heart finally settle. Thanks to the harsh nicotine spreading through my veins, I felt my mind clearing just a little.
I picked up the smartphone I'd thrown onto the bed and turned the screen on, checking the last remaining assets in my account.
[Evaluated Funds: ₩1,920,000]
"...Hah."
There was exactly 1.92 million won left. Not even close to the 30 million won in deposited funds required by the newly applied leverage regulations, let alone the minimum deposit needed for options trading. I was in such a pit that I didn't even qualify to place a bet anymore.
The absurdity of it all made a hollow, empty laugh burst out of me. I angrily closed the stock app and turned off my phone screen.
Click.
The light vanished, and something reflected on the darkened display. There, staring back at me, was my own face — eyes bloodshot from several sleepless nights, my expression utterly haggared.
The reality hit me through that reflection: six years of rolling around in factories like a dog, sucking up my boss's ass as a matter of course, and even moonlighting as a designated driver every night to scrape together my seed capital — all of it, my blood money, had vanished without a trace in just one month.
I felt absolutely fucking terrible. Truly, indescribably fucking awful.
Bzzzzzt—
That instant, my phone vibrated violently in my palm, and the dark screen lit up. A familiar logo appeared along with a notification popup.
Of all the timing for a notification like this...
Extreme stress had a way of twisting the brain's circuits in strange directions. From the depths of my chest, raw, unfiltered lust began to surge uncontrollably. At this rate, my head was going to explode from rage and desire.
"Fine. Let me relieve myself."
I'd lost my money, so I figured I should at least relieve my body, or it would feel unfair.
Impulsively, I tapped the quick-meeting app and opened it. There was no need for long conversations. This was a "simple" relationship — as long as the conditions and location matched, that was all that mattered.
After a brief exchange of messages, we set up the meeting immediately. I rushed to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and roughly shaved. I jammed a random baseball cap deep onto my head, opened the door of my studio apartment, and bolted out.
My steps quickened on their own.
The place I arrived at was a dilapidated commercial building's remote emergency staircase, just one block from my apartment. I pushed open the metal door, and under the dim sensor light, I could see someone already waiting.
"You're here?"
It was a woman whose face was thoroughly hidden by a hat and mask. But some things couldn't be concealed. Above the mask, her eyes were unmistakably clear and beautiful. Her thin t-shirt bulged as if ready to burst over her chest, and her waist was impossibly slim. And in stark contrast to that tiny waist, her hips and buttocks were enormous.
A body so insanely proportioned that the only word for it was violent stood right before me.
I swallowed hard and whispered to myself.
'Fucking violent.'
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Either way, it was a meeting where both parties had clear intentions. There was no time for mixing emotions.
Thud.
As soon as the metal door closed, we went straight to the main event. Sohyun checked the crumpled bill I handed her and, without hesitation, pulled down the zipper of my pants.
The relatively cool air of the emergency staircase rushed in through the open zipper for just a moment. Then her pale, soft fingers wrapped around my cock.
Slip.
Guided by her touch, the foreskin covering my glans peeled back smoothly.
That instant, the strong, rancid smell of my cock — unwashed for nearly two days — wafted up into the air.
"..."
Through her mask, Sohyun's eyebrows furrowed sharply for a split second. She'd caught the smell coming from my dick.
But she was a professional who'd been paid. Without saying a word, she gripped my cock firmly and began to stroke it. As my cock swelled and hardened under her slick, practiced touch, her pale, slender fingers wrapped around my shaft.
Immediately after—
Slip-slip! Slip-slip-slip!
Every time Sohyun's hand swept up and down forcefully, the foreskin pushed down, making the red glans swell as if ready to burst. Her delicate, trembling palm squeezed the vein-ridged cock shaft tightly, maximizing friction.
And yet... Sohyun's reaction was brutally emotionless. Her unfocused eyes held no feeling whatsoever. But the hand holding my cock moved more clingily and persistently than any lover's. That jarring, alien dissonance drove me even more insane.
My head began to heat up. Suddenly, an impulse struck me — I wanted to rip that mask off her face. If her hands were this good... what would it feel like if she sucked it with her mouth?
"Hey, I'll give you more money. Can you suck it?"
I couldn't hold back and mentioned an extra fee, my breath coming out ragged.
Sohyun's movements stopped dead.
After a moment, she stared straight into my eyes, showing a brief sign of consideration.
"...How much?"
What followed was a cold, emotionless negotiation. When I named a reasonable amount, she nodded coolly, lowered her mask slightly to rest it on her chin, and revealed her lips — red and alluring like a cherry.
Slip.
She lowered her head, and once again the strong smell of my cock wafted up, making her pretty eyebrows furrow. Even so, Sohyun carefully took my cock into her mouth and began to suck.
Slurp. Glug.
The hot, wet interior of her mouth swallowed about half of my hardened shaft. Soon, her sticky saliva coated my cock and dripped down.
But most of all, the sensation of her tongue persistently scraping the sensitive tip of my glans was felt with spine-tingling precision. The vivid pleasure I'd forgotten about struck my brain through my spine.
It was impossible to hold back any longer. Especially since I hadn't jerked off in over four days, and my balls were packed full of cum.
"Ugh... I'm cumming!"
Before long, I couldn't contain the surging pleasure. My hips bucked as I roughly ejaculated toward the back of Sohyun's throat.
Glurk! Bluuuurt! Blrk-blrk!
The thick, hot cum I'd been holding for four days exploded into her mouth.
The next instant—
"Kuh! Cough cough!"
Overwhelmed by the unexpectedly massive amount and strong taste, Sohyun gagged, threw her head back, and coughed frantically as she yanked my cock out of her mouth. Then she spat the fishy cum pooled in her mouth roughly onto the floor.
-98.42%
The moment had come when the time I'd spent briefly forgetting that catastrophic loss was over.
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After the dizzying time at the commercial building's emergency staircase was over, I returned to my studio apartment, my breath ragged, my steps heavy.
The moment the door closed, the familiar silence that filled the room greeted me. Reality hadn't changed. My account was still destroyed. My future was still opaque.
But I couldn't just sit here with my hands in my lap.
"Damn it. Pull yourself together."
The remaining 1.92 million won in evaluated funds. If I could salvage even this, I could at least scrape by for a few months, putting something in my mouth to eat.
So I sighed and pulled my smartphone out of my pocket. The stock app opened, red and blue lights crossing chaotically. I scrolled up and down quickly, scanning through stocks to throw my remaining holdings at.
In the process, the chart of one blue-chip stock caught my eye — its order book was dancing wildly. A heavyweight large-cap stock with a market cap in the tens of trillions. The kind of stock that scalpers would normally not even glance at.
But something was strange.
I couldn't clearly explain it in words, but... the eerie feeling created by the crazily flickering candle movements burrowed into my head. The way the chart would move in the next ten seconds — no, the next minute — was drawn out as a clear trajectory. It was such a strong certainty that it felt like I was peeking at the future chart in advance.
Goosebumps rose all over my body.
The next instant, I moved my finger toward the buy button as if possessed. Whether this would be my last desperate flail or a new beginning, I had no way of knowing.
Tick. Tick.
All the money I had left. 1.92 million won. I pushed it all in, diving once more into the hell of scalping amid insane volatility.