Wife's Twenties (10): First Day of Shooting
"You two have gotten pretty close. Playtime's over—sit down and rest. We can't have swollen legs."
"Yes, director."
After the sudden kiss left her face flushed scarlet, Jo Jinsu wrapped his arm around my wife's shoulders and led her toward the dressing room. He sat her on the sofa and settled down right beside her.
"Tired?"
"No... not really..."
The kiss had made her heart race even harder, to the point she could barely control it. She kept her head lowered as she answered.
"Even seeing you again, you're so fucking pretty," he said, leaning his face close once more.
What woman wouldn't like being called pretty...? When my wife smiled faintly and turned her face away, he continued, "After we're done, let's have dinner together—just you and oppa."
"Dinner...? "
She had plans with me that day.
"Why? Can't you make it today?"
"Yes... I have plans today..."
"Plans with who? Your boyfriend?"
"....Yes..."
Even though Jo Jinsu knew my wife had a boyfriend, he had still hugged her and kissed her. My wife found his behavior so natural that she assumed it must be normal for models. Perhaps she and I had been too conservative because of her Christian family upbringing...
"Really? Then how about tomorrow? After the second shoot."
The next day was the second shoot—the semi-formal suit session.
"Tomorrow? Tomorrow works..."
"Perfect. After we're done tomorrow, let's go to my place for dinner."
His place...?
The idea of going to a man's house for dinner made her slightly uneasy, but she didn't want to come across as unsophisticated, so my wife didn't press the matter.
"....Okay...."
When Jo Jinsu tucked her hair behind her ear, my wife smiled softly and lifted her gaze to meet his.
"Wow... seriously... you're so fucking pretty."
At the repeated "so fucking pretty," my wife burst into laughter.
"Hahaha."
She covered her mouth as she laughed. Jo Jinsu approached her with a mischievous expression, as if he wanted to devour her whole. My wife patted his chest with her fist and leaned back to escape.
"You heard what the director said earlier, right?"
"What did he say?"
"We can't let your legs swell."
"Ah....."
"You were standing for three hours. During the break, you need to loosen up your legs properly. By the look of things, we'll probably need another two hours before we wrap today."
As he spoke, Jo Jinsu took hold of my wife's calf and lifted it onto his own leg. Following his lead, she shifted on the sofa until she was facing him, her hips turned in his direction.
Her long legs rested side by side across his thighs. Bracing herself with both hands on the sofa, she sat turned ninety degrees toward him.
"Oppa will massage your legs for you."
"No, it's okay... oppa..."
"Stay still. It's your first time, so your legs will swell fast. If they swell, the pants won't fit right and the shots will be ruined."
She could never let the shoot be ruined because of her. That was the kind of woman my wife was. She had no choice but to let his hands touch her legs... or else her swollen legs would ruin everything.
The final shoot featured short hot pants paired with a lively blouse. The hot pants my wife wore rode high on her thighs—so short that slipping a single finger between her legs would brush against her panties.
Jo Jinsu began massaging her long, slender legs, starting from the calves. My wife felt embarrassed, yet... it felt good.
"Your legs are pretty too."
Jo Jinsu was skilled at saying things that made women feel good. I was never any good at that...
He worked on her ankles and calves before his hands traveled up to her knees and then her thighs. The knees were fine, but when his touch reached her thighs, my wife tensed slightly.
Sensing it, Jo Jinsu asked, "Why? Does it feel strange? Don't tell me you're getting turned on?"
"What? No... haha..."
What my wife felt wasn't exactly arousal... more like worry? Fluttering anticipation? Something along those lines.
Worry that it might not be okay for another man to massage her legs like this while she was dating me. Worry that showing any discomfort might make oppa feel awkward. The thrill of receiving such kind concern for her legs. The thrill of having such a handsome man touching her.
Neither my wife nor I were quick to judge or respond in situations like this. She simply fidgeted and mumbled, "Oppa... it's fine now..." while squirming in place.
Even so, Jo Jinsu kept massaging her calves and thighs until the break ended. The relief his hands brought actually felt refreshing, and she even began to feel vulgar for thinking of it as a man's touch.
"Thank you, oppa."
"If you're thankful, give me a kiss," he said, cutely offering his cheek.
My wife hesitated briefly before leaning in and giving him a quick peck.
In a much better mood, Jo Jinsu took her hand and helped her up from the sofa.
The shoot resumed. The two of them had grown even closer than before.
"All right! This time, more affectionately!"
At the director's cue, they naturally drew closer together, and the way my wife looked at Jo Jinsu became far more natural.
When their faces drew near, he mouthed the words so. fuck. ing. pret. ty. She burst out laughing with a "Pfft!"
"Hey! What are you two up to? Starting to date from today? The chemistry is fantastic. You look perfect together."
"Don't they, director? Chaehui is incredibly charming," Jo Jinsu said, stroking her back.
My wife gave a shy smile and tucked her hair behind her forehead.
"Good. Now let's change and keep going."
To save time, since my wife was still clumsy with quick changes, a dressing assistant was assigned to her. Though the dressing room was shared, screens divided the space. Each person went behind their own screen, changed quickly, and came out.
When Jo Jinsu and my wife entered, she went behind the right screen while he took the left. The assistant followed my wife, prepared the next outfit, and my wife quickly stripped off her current clothes and changed. The assistant then adjusted her outfit before leaving.
Even with help, my wife still came out after Jo Jinsu. A professional was a professional—his speed at undressing and dressing was on another level.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The first day's shoot had ended. My wife bowed to the director, the makeup artist, and the dressing assistant, then finally approached Jo Jinsu.
"Oppa, you worked hard today."
He smiled warmly and pulled her into a hug.
"Good job, Chaehui. You did incredibly well for your first time."
At his praise, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Jo Jinsu touched her cheek and ear with one hand and kissed her there.
"Meet your boyfriend properly today and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes... oppa..."
With her face glowing red, my wife looked up at him.
"You worked hard. Wasn't it tiring?"
"No, it was fine. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, and it was actually fun."
Over dinner with me, my wife poured out everything that had happened during her modeling day.
"Jinsu oppa led me so well that it wasn't hard at all."
"I just did exactly what Jinsu oppa told me and everything went smoothly."
"When Jinsu oppa massaged my legs, they really didn't swell. We worked five whole hours... hehe."
"Jinsu oppa..."
"Jinsu oppa...."
Jinsu oppa... She seemed a little excited, especially whenever she talked about him.
Listening to her, I couldn't help imagining one particular scene: my wife changing clothes with that handsome model hyung, separated only by a single screen... I quickly pushed the thought away. It felt like it was insulting her.
After the meal, as I drove her home, we discussed tomorrow's schedule.
"Tomorrow they're shooting the semi-formal suits."
"Semi-formal suits?"
"Yeah. That's the main concept, but there are dresses too, apparently."
She looked thrilled at the thought of wearing new, beautiful clothes.
"That sounds great. You love wearing pretty outfits, Chaehui."
"Hahaha, I really do... The clothes I wore today... haa... they were so beautiful."
I decided I should look up the brand she was modeling for and buy her some of those clothes.
By the time our conversation wound down, we had reached the front of her house.
"You worked hard today. Get inside safely."
"Thanks for driving me. Drive carefully."
As she turned to go in, a wave of reluctance hit me.
"Chaehui."
"Yes?"
I caught her as she turned back and kissed her. Startled at first with a small "Mmph?", she soon returned the kiss. Her tongue moved more aggressively than usual, licking my lips and slipping into my mouth.
Since we were barely a centimeter apart in height, I had heard that women generally found it more comfortable and pleasant to kiss taller men... Perhaps because I was shorter, it seemed like she felt a faint trace of disappointment.
But I told myself it was just my imagination. My wife had never been particularly fond of sexual feelings or anything of that nature.
Raised in a devout Christian household, she would probably face her parents' fury if they ever learned she had kissed me. That thought made me smile. It felt like I had become a delinquent student sneaking around and doing naughty things behind her parents' backs... It felt wonderful.
In truth, I had two things I desperately wanted to do that night. One was to take Chaehui—to fuck her—but I decided to save that for later. The other was...
"Chaehui!"
"........?"
She turned around just as she was about to step inside.
"Chaehui, I love you."
I had wanted to tell her I loved her. My woman... the first woman I would claim... I wanted to confess my love to my wife.
With my timid personality, trying to create a special mood for a confession only made it harder. So I kept it light, as if it were nothing.
I had practiced the words dozens of times before meeting her. Naturally... like it was no big deal...
"Hahaha... Goodbye!"
She went inside with a laugh. Her laughter was beautiful no matter how many times I heard it. When I told her I loved her, it seemed her cheeks flushed just a little.