Wife's Twenties (11): In the Dressing Room on the Second Day
I liked kissing my wife so much. As a man, the thought of touching her body gradually crept in, and I found myself wanting to sleep with her too. Using the crude phrase so many guys my age throw around, I wanted to fuck her. Since my wife was still a virgin at that point, I wanted to be the one to claim her. I returned home still savoring the soft feel of her lips and tongue, quietly hoping that day would come soon.
But my wife must have felt a faint sense of disappointment. I had no real kissing experience, I wasn't tall or particularly strong, and I probably hadn't made the kiss feel heavenly for her. I didn't have the broad, solid chest she could melt into.
Second Day of the Shoot
When Chaehui arrived at the studio, the atmosphere was slightly chaotic.
"Ah, what should we do? It's going to be hard on Chaehui since this is her first time."
"Why? Did something happen?"
The makeup artist answered her question. "The woman who helped with the changes yesterday suddenly can't make it today."
"Ah..."
Professionals like Jo Jinsu could change outfits on their own in seconds, so they didn't need help. But a beginner like my wife required an assistant for quick changes. Otherwise the shoot would never stay on schedule. They had dozens of looks to cycle through; even a one-minute delay per amateur would add up to an hour of lost time.
My wife shifted uncomfortably, hating that her inexperience was causing problems for everyone. She had always despised burdening others. She needed to find some way to keep her amateur status from inconveniencing the crew.
"Really? Let's go with that. Thanks."
The camera director's voice carried a positive tone. It sounded like they'd found a solution. Jo Jinsu stood beside him, smiling.
"All taken care of?" the makeup artist asked.
"Jinsu offered to help," the director replied.
"Really? Oh my… Thank you so much, Jinsu."
Chaehui was flustered. Did "help" mean he would assist her while she changed clothes? A man? Yet everyone around her acted as if it was the perfect solution and were thanking him.
When she kept glancing around uncertainly, the makeup artist explained with a laugh, "Ah… is it awkward because it's your first time, Chaehui?"
"Changing outfits is always a race against the clock for models. Beginners like you take longer, so a helper is essential. When one isn't available, fellow models sometimes step in. It's hard work though—you have to change your own clothes and help someone else, so it's double the effort. But since Jinsu volunteered, it's perfect. He must really like you, Chaehui."
"Ah… yes…"
Reading Chaehui's expression, the makeup artist added, "Is it because he's a man? Haha, that's understandable at first. But in the dressing room there's no time for strange thoughts. This is a studio shoot, so we actually have some breathing room. On runway shows, male and female models strip and change right next to each other and barely have time to breathe. You don't need to worry."
"Ah… yes…"
In other words, Jinsu was sacrificing his own time for her sake, so she should be grateful. And everyone was too busy to notice each other undressing anyway.
Even after that explanation, Chaehui remained lost in thought. Jo Jinsu walked over to her.
"Chaehui, what's wrong? Worried I'll get hard looking at your body?"
"Pardon?"
He had said it loud enough for the entire staff to hear. Chaehui flushed with embarrassment, but the rest of the crew burst into laughter.
"Don't worry. There's no time to get turned on—we have to pop right back out. Keep your head straight and listen to me carefully. Today's semi-formal looks are harder than yesterday's casual ones."
His serious tone, combined with the staff working and laughing as if nothing unusual had been said, made Chaehui feel she'd been overreacting. She thought she was acting unsophisticated. More than anything, she felt guilty that Jo Jinsu was sacrificing his own schedule for her sake.
And it really was that way. They changed more than ten times, yet just as he'd warned, there was no time to stare at each other's bodies. Jo Jinsu entered first and removed the partition that had separated their spaces. The moment they were both inside, he stripped off his clothes. If she turned around, she would have seen everything. The same was true for him. He stood there in nothing but his underwear, pulling out the next outfit. Often, by the time he had changed and come to help her, she still hadn't finished removing her previous clothes. He would then unzip her or undo buttons with practiced speed. Strangely, no improper thoughts surfaced—only the desperate need to hurry. He would quickly hand her the next garment. She would stand there in her bra and panties while he helped her into it. After repeating the process more than a dozen times, she began to grow accustomed to undressing in front of him and letting him dress her.
"Okay! We're actually ahead of schedule today. Jinsu, help her again tomorrow too."
"Director, you're going to kill me..."
"Hahaha. The extra helper duty is rough, huh? Alright, let's take a ten-minute break."
They had worked nonstop for two hours. Chaehui had been even more tense than the day before.
"Tired? Good work. Let's go inside and rest."
Jo Jinsu wrapped an arm around her weary shoulders and guided her back into the dressing room. She looked up at him and offered a small smile.
"You worked hard too, Jinsu."
Once inside, they sat side by side on the sofa. His arm remained draped around her shoulders. Just as she began to feel the slight awkwardness of the contact, he spoke.
"Let's rest like this for five minutes, then change into the next outfit and head back out."
"Yes… Jinsu…"
The moment the words left her mouth, he tightened the arm around her shoulders, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. Her body pressed closer against him, almost as if she were nestled in his chest. With his eyes closed in apparent rest, she couldn't bring herself to speak and simply closed her own. In a man's embrace… Perhaps his chest felt comforting, because Chaehui drifted off for a moment. It was understandable—she had been exhausted and tense.
"Chaehui. Time to change."
"Huh?"
The words "let's get undressed" sounded strange through her sleepy haze, but she realized it was a call back to work.
"Ah… yes… Jinsu."
Embarrassed that she had fallen asleep in his arms, she stood up shyly. Five minutes of break time remained. Following his suggestion to change slowly into the first look for the next set, she examined the next garment. It was a dress with a deeply plunging neckline. She picked up the black one. It looked beautiful to her. Despite her reserved personality, she secretly loved wearing provocative, sexy clothing. Raised in a devout Christian household, she found a small release for her repressed nature by slipping into such outfits. The dress before her was exactly that kind.
While she stood lost in thought, Jo Jinsu had already finished dressing and moved behind her. When she turned, she saw that his suit complemented her black dress perfectly—a white shirt with two buttons undone, the black jacket hugging his impressive frame all the way to the floor. She stared at him for a moment.
"It's a dress. You know you can't wear a bra with this one, right?"
"What? Ah…"
Looking closer, she realized it had built-in padding. Underwear would ruin the line.
"Hurry and put it on. We'll sit for two more minutes before going out."
As he spoke, his hands moved to her pants, unbuckling the belt and lowering the zipper. The situation felt surreal, yet she simply answered "Yes" and pulled off her top. His hands slid her pants down her legs. She removed her own top until she stood in nothing but her bra and panties. This hadn't happened before, but with the extra time, he commented casually, "Wow, Chaehui, your breasts are incredible. What cup size?"
"Huh? Hahaha… I don't know…"
"Let me guess. F cup?"
"Oh my… hahaha… yes, that's right."
"Guys like me can tell at a glance."
"Hahaha… You must have seen a lot of women's breasts."
A faint note of jealousy colored her words.
"I have. I can tell the size immediately, and the feel too."
"Hmph…"
She pouted and tried to pull the dress over her head.
"Wait." His hand moved to the hook at the back of her bra. "I told you, you have to take the bra off first."
"Ah…"
"Hold still." With practiced ease he unhooked it, lowered her hands, and set the dress on the floor. He slid the straps off her shoulders and removed the bra completely. Standing behind her, he couldn't see her bare chest, but he leaned his head around to look.
Seeing each other in underwear had become routine, but exposing her naked breasts felt entirely different.
"Jinsu, don't look…"
"Hey, we've walked around completely naked in front of each other before. Don't worry. Even if a slim model parades around naked, I don't get turned on. That's just how it is when you're working."
He's right, she thought. She had let herself have those silly, provincial thoughts again. Jo Jinsu lifted the black dress and began pulling it over her head.
"Arms up." She raised both hands obediently. From behind, he admired her slender figure as he guided the fabric down. She adjusted the front while his hands smoothed the back and over her hips, removing any wrinkles.
"Turn around." She faced him. The party dress revealed her generous cleavage with striking clarity. His expression grew serious. His hand moved to her chest and, with perfect naturalness, cupped her breasts.
Her body tingled. She instinctively moved to push his hand away, but—
"With a dress like this, you need to present the breasts more prominently. It might not be necessary in everyday life, but for modeling, they need to stand out. That's what makes people see it as sexy and want to buy the clothes."
At his serious explanation, her hand dropped back to her side. He kneaded her full breasts and lifted them slightly, adjusting them within the dress. The result was an even deeper, more voluptuous cleavage—sexier than any foreign actress could manage.
"Let me see… Perfect."
She looked away in embarrassment. One minute remained.
"Just the finishing touches and we'll head out."
"Yes… Jinsu…"
Claiming he still needed to finish adjusting, he slid both hands inside the dress again, cupping her bare breasts this time. But his touch no longer felt purely professional. His palms massaged them slowly while his fingers brushed across her nipples. Her waist trembled. She clenched both fists. Then his fingers gently pinched both nipples at once.
"Ahng…"
The moan slipped out before she could stop it. Embarrassed, she bit her lower lip. Jo Jinsu smiled, a sly, knowing curve of his lips.