My Wife's Twenties (9): My Wife's Part-Time Job

My wife loves clothes—pretty clothes. She always wore short skirts, tops that showed off her cleavage, or body-hugging dresses and skinny jeans. Her face wasn't the innocent, doll-like kind of pretty; it was the sexy, seductive kind. Because of that, people often assumed she was the type who partied hard and slept around. But until we started dating, my wife had still been a virgin. Anyway... she loved dressing up, and her family wasn't exactly well-off. It was a very different life from mine—my father had been a quite successful businessman. My wife was always out looking for part-time jobs. Since she came from a devout Christian household, she had to attend church on Sundays, which meant she could only work weekdays. Good part-time gigs like that weren't exactly common. And ones that paid well enough to cover her tuition? Even harder to find.

It was exactly the kind of job my wife had been hoping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for. Short-term, high-paying. Fifty per session meant one hundred and fifty total. No Sundays involved, and on top of that, the chance to wear beautiful clothes... She headed straight to the TA office.

"Oh, Chaehui? You're interested in this one?"

The TA locked the door and told her to sit on the sofa. Then he sat down right beside her. My wife tried to shift slightly away, but he draped an arm around her shoulders.

"Chaehui, this gig is something my friend asked me to handle. There are tons of applicants right now, you know? But I have to pick just one person and pass their contact info to my friend."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her shoulder. This was the same guy who'd already forced two kisses on her and groped her breasts, so my wife didn't resist too strongly.

"Aigoo... Oppa... someone's going to come in..."

That was all she managed, offering him a hesitant little smile.

"You really want to do this?"

"Yes, Oppa..."

"Hah... so many other girls begged me for it..."

The TA looked her up and down. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and skinny jeans. Her massive F-cup breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs—her entire figure was on full display. The clothes clung to her body so perfectly that if they'd been skin-colored, she would have looked naked.

"If I make this happen for you, what will you do for me?"

"Huh...? Um... I'll buy you a meal."

"A meal? That's nice, but..."

His hand slid down to her waist. She squirmed a little as if ticklish, but she didn't push his hand away.

"Buy me drinks sometime. Let's have a drink, just the two of us."

"Drinks...? Ah... yes, okay..."

"You don't want to? Then forget it."

When he started to pull his hand from her waist, my wife leaned into him slightly.

"No, it's not that, Oppa... I'll buy you drinks."

Seeing her smile sweetly and press herself against him, the TA's hand wrapped around her waist again.

"Alright. Since this is for my friend, I'll give him your number."

"Thank you, Oppa."

"But..."

"..........?"

My wife stared at him blankly. He grinned.

"Let's do it for three minutes today."

"What...? Do what...?"

"What do you think...?"

"Hahmm... Oppa... we can't... hahmm... mmmph..."

Before she could finish, the TA was already devouring her lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth, pulling hers out to tangle with it. One hand stayed wrapped around her slim, toned waist, stroking it gently, while the other moved up to knead her large breasts roughly over the tight T-shirt.

"Hahmm... Oppa... ahh... hahmm... mmmph..."

She tried to push his hand away from her chest, but the weak gesture only excited him more. The TA had been hoping to slip his hand under her shirt and touch her bare breasts today, but he knew another visitor would arrive soon, so he saved it for later.

My wife left the TA office with the job confirmed. Just as he'd said, this gig had come through a personal connection with his model friend. The friend was a professional model in his early twenties. He was 188cm tall with strikingly handsome features. A new product line had come out, and the company wanted an amateur-looking female model to give it a fresh feel, so they'd decided to advertise at universities. Since the TA's model friend had gone straight into modeling after high school, he didn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠know anyone on campus. He'd asked his old high school buddy—the TA—to help, and the TA had posted the job in the department chat.

As ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he'd told her, a few female students had applied, but deep down the TA had been hoping Yun Chaehui would be the one. It gave him the perfect excuse to touch her body one more time. In the end, the TA got what he wanted, and my wife got the part-time job she'd been hoping for.

The next day, a call came to her phone.

"Yun Chaehui?"

"Yes, that's me... Is this about the modeling job?"

"Ah, yes."

The voice on the other end was gentle and calm. My wife answered with a favorable impression. The next day, she went to the studio as instructed.

"Are you really doing this for the first time?"

"...Yes..."

My wife smiled shyly. The makeup artist complimented her the moment she saw her. The photographer and wardrobe stylist both took one look at her face and figure and asked if she had any interest in doing this professionally. My wife was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.

Then the door opened and in walked the man she'd spoken with on the phone—Jo Jinsu, the TA's friend and a professional model. At 188cm with a perfectly sculpted body, rippling muscles, and an incredibly handsome face, he was the very image of a model. When my wife saw him enter, her mouth fell slightly open. Models really are on another level...

"Jinsu, come here. This is the university student who'll be modeling with you."

"Ah, Yun Chaehui."

Jo Jinsu approached and offered her his hand. She bowed her head politely as she took it. Their hands shook gently in the air. My wife's face flushed pink.

"You're even more beautiful than my friend described."

"Oh my... thank you..."

That day she was wearing a button-up shirt with cotton pants. Two of the shirt buttons were undone, and while the pants had a slightly loose fit, they hugged her hips tightly, accentuating her full, round backside. No pants in the world could hide that ass of hers. At 168cm, she was twenty centimeters shorter than Jo Jinsu. He looked down at her from above. Between the two open buttons of her shirt, a hint of her soft skin was visible.

"Alright, let me explain today's concept."

The director described three days of shooting. The first day was casual wear, the second semi-formal, and the third swimsuits. Since Jo Jinsu was a professional, he just needed to pose expertly. My wife was told not to try too hard—just act naturally and follow his lead. The overall concept was a female student who admired her handsome senior.

For my wife at that time, it was an incredibly natural role. She had already developed a slight crush on the tall, handsome model Jo Jinsu. She was dating me—a man only one centimeter taller than her with an average face—so being with a tall man who could make her feel small and protected felt refreshing. His celebrity-like looks perfectly complemented her own stunning appearance. She began the job with the fluttering heart of a schoolgirl in puberty...

The first day's outfits were casual—jeans and button-ups, comfortable T-shirts, and lively skirts. She changed again and again as they shot. Sometimes Jo Jinsu would wrap his arms around her waist from behind. Other times they'd embrace lightly, smiling as they gazed at each other. His expressions and poses were purely professional, but hers weren't. Yet that amateurish quality in her was exactly what they had wanted. Just as they'd hoped, my wife played the role of a girl smitten with a handsome older guy perfectly.

Jo Jinsu was as smooth with his words as he was handsome. After more than two hours of continuous shooting and changing outfits over ten times, my wife was starting to tire. Each time, he would tell her a funny joke or give her a sincere compliment to make her laugh again.

"Hohoho... Oh my... really? Hohoho..."

"I'm serious. Let's go together sometime."

"Hohoho... Okay, Oppa."

Before long, Jo Jinsu had dropped the honorifics with her, and she was calling him "Oppa" and growing comfortable with him.

"Alright, let's take a ten-minute break! Changing film!"

It was the first break after three hours. At the director's signal, my wife and Jo Jinsu, who had been facing each other, both let out long sighs. Then Jinsu pulled her into a hug.

"Good work. You're doing amazingly for your first time."

"Really? Hoho... thank you..."

"It's more fun than you expected, right?"

"Yes... hoho."

"If another gig comes up, I'll contact you directly, Chaehui."

"Really? Wow... I'd love that, Oppa."

Her eyes, as she looked at him, were filled with admiration. While they were still embracing, he spoke again.

"But..."

".........? Yes?"

"You..."

When he suddenly turned serious, my wife tensed up, wondering if she'd done something wrong.

"You're fucking gorgeous."

Thump... thud... Her heart pounded wildly at his crude compliment. Her face burned bright red. Seeing how quickly she'd blushed after being called fucking gorgeous seemed to amuse him. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. That only made her face even redder. She lowered her head slightly, smiling shyly...