Chapter 1 — The Midas

1989, Tokyo.

He had once planned to continue his education after graduation, but nothing had gone as he intended.

First, his electronics conglomerate collapsed.

His entire group had been sustained almost entirely by profits from the electronics sector.

With no choice, he began personally managing operations at the failing company.

But he needed a staggering 100 billion yen to stave off bankruptcy.

Only one person in all of Japan possessed such a sum.

They called her Midas—the nickname drawn from the Greek myth, the king who turned everything he touched into gold.

Almost no one knew who she truly was.

She manipulated the underground credit markets, played with the stock exchange like a child with toys. Finding her was urgent.

His promissory notes would expire within a month. If unpaid, he would lose not only his entire corporate empire, but his family home as well.

He hired a man with connections in the shadow economy to locate the woman who moved markets.

A few days later, the man returned.

"...I... I found her..."

He trailed off.

"What is it? Who is she?"

"Well... I don't know her name. But I found her address. Toko, Sanjuku City, Block 10—the red brick house."

He followed the directions, arriving in Sanjuku.

As expected, Sanjuku was a city surrounded by slums.

He found Block 10 and located the red brick house.

It was an old, decrepit building—pathetic in appearance.

He pressed the doorbell.

No one answered.

He kept pressing.

Thirty minutes passed.

Finally, a frail, elderly woman's voice came through.

"...Who... is it...?"

"Yes, hello. I'm Geondo Group's chairman, Daniel Jeon. I have an urgent matter and need to speak with—"

Before he could finish, the old woman interrupted.

"...The mistress hasn't returned yet."

"When do you expect her?"

"She might not come back tonight. Or she might return after ten, as usual."

"...I see. Then... may I wait inside?"

"That's not possible."

"...Alright. Then I'll wait outside."

He slumped against the pillar beside the door.

Five hours passed.

At around 11 p.m., a black Mercedes pulled up.

A beautiful woman in her early thirties stepped out.

"Damn it... this is over. Of all nights, she had to come back with some bar girl..."

He muttered to himself. But the man he was waiting for never appeared.

Then... could she be...

She ignored him completely, using a remote to open the gate.

"Wait—"

"What? If you're drunk, just go home already."

"No, I... Are you... by any chance... Midas? The one who moves the stock market?"

She said nothing. Just stared at him, unblinking.

"...Come inside. We'll talk in the study."

He was stunned.

First, Midas was a stunning woman in her mid-thirties. Second, once the door opened, he saw a state-of-the-art security system, a garden of breathtaking beauty—every detail meticulously arranged, beyond description.

She gestured for him to sit in the study.

She pulled a Marlboro from a cigarette case, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly.

"...What do you want?"

"Lend me 100 billion yen."

His voice was firm, precise.

"Hoho... 100 billion yen? How exactly should I trust you?

Even if I pooled every last asset I own, I'm not sure I could scrape together that much. Why would I risk my entire life on you?"

He laid bare his situation—his position as chairman of Geondo, the collapse of his electronics company, how both his brother and he would be ruined without the loan.

Unlike others, she was drawn to his honesty.

"Hoho... I've heard I don't lend money to just anyone."

"I know. But for me, it's a matter of survival. If you won't help, I'll have no choice but to leave.

But from the moment I saw you, I knew you were different from anyone else."

Perhaps it was his seriousness. His sincerity. His striking looks.

"Hoho... Very well. Let's speak seriously, then.

Old woman, bring us a bottle of cognac and some snacks."

A few minutes later, the housekeeper arrived with a bottle of cognac aged over fifty years, and delicacies.

As she set the tray down, she studied Daniel intently.

"Is... is there something on my face, Grandmother?"

"No... It's just... the mistress has never... done this before..."

As the old woman turned to leave, Midas spoke.

"Go home tonight. You've worked hard these past few days. Go see your family."

She pulled a thick wad of cash from her purse and handed it to the woman.

"No, what would I do at home? No one's waiting for me..."

"No. Go home. See your grandchildren. Come back at noon tomorrow."

"...If you insist... I suppose I'll go home tonight."

The old woman left, closing the door behind her.

"Now... no one will disturb us. 100 billion yen is a colossal sum for me—worth my life."

"Lend it to me for just one month. I swear every yen will return to you."

"Hoho... If your electronics company fails, you'll be ruined. Who would believe in you?

And I'm not your mistress. I'm still a virgin. Hoho."

"I've never relied on anyone before.

But I need your help now."

He spoke clearly, with quiet intensity.

"You... You've got nothing impressive about you—except your looks and your nerve. I'll give you that."

After all, Daniel was the idol of every woman.

"Then... shall we have a drink? Come—cheers!"

"Cheers."

They began emptying their glasses, again and again.

The woman in her thirties flushed red as the alcohol took hold.

"...Daniel... Do you have a lover?"

"Haha... No. Never even thought about it."

"And you, mistress? Do you have someone?"

"Hoho... No. Not yet. I've clung only to money until now.

And... I'm not your mistress. Call me Claire—my real name."

"Hoho... I like that we think alike."

"Ah, yes... Mistress... Claire... Haha..."

They passed the bottle back and forth, finishing it quickly.

The beautiful woman, drunk—or perhaps drawn to Daniel—asked for another.

They drained the second bottle just as fast, sharing stories.

"...Mistress... Claire... I should go. My brother is waiting..."

His voice slurred, thick with drink.

"...Daniel... Don't go tonight..."

Her voice was twisted, drunk, strange.

"But... my brother is waiting..."

"...Tonight is the first time I've ever felt this happy. The first time I've met a man like you—someone truly magnificent."

"Me? Haha... That's the first time I've heard that. But... how old are you, Claire?"

"...You're asking now... I'm thirty-three."

"I see... Haha... I'm just twenty-five."

"So you're much younger than me..."

She was drunk beyond control.

"Daniel... I'm a very lonely woman... Huh... hiccough... So many men have been around me...

But I've never met a man with real courage. Real ambition."

"I think I understand."

"Daniel... I want you."

Daniel hesitated. He'd come for business, but things were spiraling into something else.

Still, better to be seen as desirable than turned away. Like finding gold in Seoul, no matter the path.

"Let's... talk about this another time."

"You want to borrow 100 billion yen?"

"Yes... It's worth my life."

"Then if you want 100 billion yen... you must take me."

He froze.

"Isn't... there another way?"

"There is. You can borrow it from someone else."

Daniel made his decision. He moved toward the sofa where she sat.

He stared at her face.

For a woman in her thirties, she looked younger—perhaps it was the clothes—but her features were those of a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

Daniel began kissing her lips.

She felt his tongue slide into her mouth, and a sensation of floating took hold.

Her breath quickened.

Daniel slid one hand beneath her skirt, caressing the smooth, pale skin of her inner thigh.

She pulled him closer, tighter.

He felt his cock begin to throb with heat.

His hand crept deeper.

She felt warmth pooling between her legs.

Daniel seized the moment, stroking her panties.

They were silk—soft, delicate.

A few dark curls peeked from beneath the fabric.

He began rubbing the fabric between her legs.

She grew excited, sucking harder on his tongue, gripping his head with both hands.

Daniel lifted her skirt.

His breath caught.

Her thighs were flawless—smooth, pale, so translucent he could almost see the veins beneath.

Aroused, he ripped the skirt away.

She gasped, panting.

"Ah... hah... ah..."

Beneath the torn fabric, her white panties were soaked, glistening with her wetness.

Daniel kissed her lips, one hand gripping her waist, the other carefully peeling away her panties.

They slipped down, caught on her pale thighs.

Her black pubic mound lay fully exposed.

Her pussy glistened, soaked in her own juices.

More honey flowed from her than from any other woman he'd known.

Her curls glistened with moisture.

"Shiver..."

A tremor ran through her beautiful body.

Daniel laid her back on the sofa, continuing to caress her smooth, soft thighs.

He slowly pushed one finger into her pussy.

She arched her hips, her pussy twitching.

"Ah... hah... hah... ah..."

Daniel felt his cock swell.

He began tearing off his own clothes, breathing heavily.

"Hah..."

Now with his left hand, he reached for her full breasts.

He ripped open the buttons of her white blouse, exposing her chest.

"...Ah... mm..."

Her pussy twitched violently between her thighs.

He tore the blouse off, letting it hang from her arms, then slipped his hand beneath her white bra.

"Hah..."

She was trembling, aroused beyond breath.

He pulled the bra down.

Suddenly—

"Thud!"

Her pale, translucent breasts sprang free from the torn bra.

Excited, her breasts grew fuller, firmer.

He brought his tongue to her chest.

He bit down hard on her purple nipples, sucking fiercely.

With one hand, he stroked the wet slit between her white thighs.

More white fluid oozed from her pussy.

She could no longer hold back. Gasping, she grabbed his belt and yanked it open.

His pants dropped.

His cock burst free from his underwear—thick, hard, fully erect.

"Ah... hah..."

She quickly pulled off his underwear.

Suddenly—his cock sprang out.

She gasped in shock.

It was too big.

Overcome with arousal, she opened her small mouth and took his massive cock inside.

It plunged deep, all the way to her throat.

"Khh... choking..."

Her skill surpassed anything his brother had ever shown.

She began sucking his cock like a delicious ice cream, swirling her tongue around it.

After sucking it deeply, she pulled it from her mouth.

Then, guiding it with her hand, she brought it to her wet, dripping pussy.

He stood at the edge of the bed, spreading her pale thighs wide, rubbing the tip of his thick cock against her red, slick entrance.

She writhed, crying out in ecstasy.

Daniel stood tall, gripping her white thighs, and slowly pushed his massive cock deep into her burning pussy.

Her eyes rolled back.

She'd slept with about ten men before, but never one with a cock this large.

That thick cock plunged deep, splitting her open.

"Aaah... hah... hah..."

She thrashed her slender waist wildly.

Daniel slammed his cock into her red, wet pussy, grinding it hard.

She bucked her hips, moaning incoherently.

Between their tangled bodies, his semen and her juices mixed into a sticky fluid, dripping down.

He poured every ounce of strength into thrusting his cock into her.

Her pussy was legendary.

It clung to his cock like a suction cup. Inside, something seemed to pull at him, gripping tight.

Feeling his climax approach, he drove his massive cock harder into her pussy, again and again.

Daniel could hold back no longer.

At that moment—

He pulled his cock out.

Hot fluid shot from her pussy like she was urinating.

Her milky white fluid splashed onto his face.

Her juices were the color of white milk.

As if waiting, she suddenly grabbed his cock with her hand.

Then, opening her small mouth, she took it deep inside.

"Hah... I'm dying... hah... yes... good..."

Panting, Daniel gripped her head with both hands, shaking it.

Her eyes glazed over, lost in ecstasy.

She played with his cock like it was a delicious ice cream, swirling her tongue around it.

"Aaah..."

Suddenly, a powerful tremor ran through his thick cock.

Then, a thick stream of white semen shot from the tip.

She caught it in her mouth, refusing to let a drop escape.

He ejaculated more than ever before, flooding her throat.

She swallowed his semen like sweet honey, sucking every drop from his cock.

"Hah... ah... good... hah..."

She kept sucking until his cock was empty.

Even then, her excitement hadn't faded. Her pussy twitched occasionally, still squirting fluid.

His cock softened. She looked exhausted.

Suddenly, he looked at her.

She was naked—too beautiful to be a mere woman in her thirties.

Her skin translucent, veins visible. Her legs long, sleek—like marble.

Her tender pubic mound glistened with their combined fluids.

Her full, transparent breasts were swollen, her nipples marked clearly by his bites.

He gently stroked her long, flowing black hair.

She was already asleep in his arms, breathing softly.

The next morning, he opened his eyes to sunlight.

But Claire was gone.

He looked around.

She wasn't in the house.

His head spun from last night's drinking.

He drank a soda from the fridge and waited.

After a while, the door opened.

It was her.

She'd gone out early to buy groceries.

"Last night... was amazing, Daniel... I'm happy..."

"I was... too, Claire..."

"If only I could live with you..."

"I want to give you everything... Daniel..."

"No... I'm still young. I don't deserve to take everything from you..."

"Then... if you must... come once every few days, stay with me. Please?"

"Alright... I think... I might be falling in love with you."

"I should go now."

"No... so soon?"

"My brother must be worried. I didn't contact him, stayed out all night."

She smiled softly.

"Hoho... You make it sound like your brother is your wife. Hoho."

"Haha... He's my only sibling. I know he's worried."

"Then, as promised, I'll lend you 100 billion yen—interest-free. But there's a condition. You must come here once a week... and stay the night."

He hesitated, awkward.

"...Yes. I will."

Returning home, he finally exhaled in relief.

"Michael... hiccough... I thought something happened... I thought you'd died... hiccough..."

"Work kept me..."

He couldn't finish.

"I thought you'd left me... Promise me... you'll always stay by my side... I only have you..."

He kissed the tears on her cheek.

"But... what about the company? Did it work?"

"Hmm... It's resolved."

"Really?"

"Yes... I met someone like a savior... and everything was fixed."