You Can't Kick Away a Golden Opportunity That Rolled In
"Haa, haa... Ngh!"
"Ah, aaah! I'm cumming, I'm cuuuuumming—!"
"Whoa..."
The raw, explicit moans flooded out from the monitor screen.
Seola covered half her face with both hands, staring intently through the gaps in her spread fingers as she let out a small gasp of amazement.
We were sitting side by side at the computer desk, doing what could only be called "market research" and "studying" for our next shoot.
My original plan had been simple: slip into a proxy site, run a few searches, and get a feel for current trends and framing.
But things went sideways. Before I could even open the browser, Seola—who had been sneaking glances at the desktop—somehow dug up the secret folder I'd buried deep in the D drive.
I panicked and tried to stop her, insisting we should just watch stuff online, but she declared, "Since we're watching anyway, let's start by analyzing your tastes," and cracked open my collection.
And now...
"Haa... Lee Minjun, I'm genuinely disappointed in you. You've been hiding stuff like this? Your tastes are really something..."
"Hey, what the hell! It's basic required reading every guy keeps on his computer! I told you to watch from the site, so why are you so dead set on digging through mine!"
I grumbled and scolded her, but my heart had been hammering wildly since earlier.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder with my childhood friend—who'd grown up rolling around in the dirt with me—watching the secret adult video collection I relied on every night.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine, yet at the same time an indescribable, insane rush of taboo pleasure raced through my entire body.
.......
The video on screen was steadily racing toward its climax.
The male actor changed positions and buried his face between the actress's widely spread legs.
He extended his tongue toward her most sensitive spot and began a relentless, focused caress.
Squelch. Slurp. Sluuuurp!
The embarrassingly wet sounds filled the screen, and Seola's breathing beside me subtly shifted.
At that moment, the lower half of her body—pressed close to mine—twitched faintly.
When I glanced down, her pale thighs exposed beneath her short shorts were instinctively twisting and squeezing tightly together, as if she had no idea what to do with herself.
"Huuuung! Ah, aht!"
"Aang! Aaaang—!"
The actress's back arched like a bow, and moans loud enough to tear the speakers filled the entire room.
Matching the slick movements of the tongue, Seola's breathing grew rougher as her thighs tensed.
Right when I was taking the full force of that suffocating atmosphere—
I reflexively grabbed the mouse and slammed the X button on the video window, killing the screen.
"......"
"......"
The noisy moans cut off abruptly. In the small room, only the computer's whirring fan lingered awkwardly.
Unable to stand the choking silence any longer, I cleared my throat loudly and spoke first.
"S-so... What did you think of the, uh, viewing experience..."
When I sneaked a glance over, Seola had lowered her hands from her face and was staring directly at me.
Her eyes were a sight to behold—a sharp, merciless glare like she was looking at irredeemable garbage rolling in the gutter.
"Wait a second. Hey! You're the one who insisted on digging through my folder!"
When I shouted in protest, Seola crossed her arms tightly and clicked her tongue.
"Tsk tsk tsk. No wonder you still don't have a girlfriend. Watching that kind of trash every night..."
"Hey! Back in high school you were the one constantly throwing dirty jokes at me and acting like you knew everything!"
It was true. During high school, she'd constantly tease me with sexual jokes she'd picked up from who-knows-where.
Back then I'd assumed she was theoretically quite knowledgeable.
Seola's face flushed bright red again as I struck the bullseye.
"T-that was!!!!"
"What! It's true, isn't it!"
"Ugh, damn it! I don't know! I was only joking with words! I've never actually watched anything like this in video form even once!!!!!"
Seola's face burned like it was about to explode as she smacked me hard on the back.
Watching her insist so desperately while looking ready to burst from embarrassment was both cute and absurd.
"Okay, okay. I get it, so stop hitting me. ...So, what did you think? Did you learn anything from watching?"
"......"
Seola caught her breath from all the huffing, then lowered her gaze and fidgeted with her fingers.
Apparently having no clue about what she'd just seen, she skipped the review and asked a cautious question instead.
"Um, but... that thing at the very end, what was that?"
"Which thing."
"You know, when the guy buries his head between her legs and uses his tongue... Does that actually feel good...?"
Her question—equal parts curiosity and embarrassment—left me momentarily speechless.
"Well, uh... since that's the most sensitive spot... stimulating it with your mouth usually... f-feels... haa."
Halfway through the explanation I unconsciously let out a deep sigh and roughly scrubbed my face with both hands.
Lecturing my childhood friend about female erogenous zones and the mechanics of oral sex suddenly made me wonder what the hell I was even doing here.
".....??"
When my explanation cut off, Seola looked up at me strangely.
Her round eyes, locked with mine, trembled uncertainly as if she couldn't get a grip on the situation.
"Why'd you stop in the middle...? So what do you think about it?"
What do I think? There's not even a review to give...
Countless videos from that folder flashed through my mind.
How could I not know those compositions, those tongue techniques, and their perfect timing? They were absolute masterpieces that had served as my excellent side dishes on more than one occasion.
I considered just spitting out the honest truth like a madman, but...
Huu.
I swallowed hard and deliberately lowered my voice to sound dry.
"...Let's stop here. No more talking about this stuff."
At my firm tone, Seola closed her mouth with a small hmm.
"...So. What do we do now?"
When I carefully broke the awkward silence, Seola fidgeted with her fingers for a moment as if something had occurred to her, then spoke.
"You know..."
"Yeah?"
"I, um... Well, I did watch that video from your folder earlier. But what about equipment? Like the camera, lighting... Aren't those pretty important?"
Seola glanced at the ancient webcam precariously perched on my desk.
"The videos we watched earlier had super clear, bright footage. Ours looks so cheap. Will we actually make money if we keep filming with this?"
Her extremely realistic, business-minded question made me chuckle and shake my head.
"Ha, look at you. You still don't understand the ecosystem of this industry(?)."
I spun my chair around and began a full briefing, brimming with the pride of a veteran adult video collector.
"Listen carefully. There are mountains of pro actor videos shot with high-quality, shiny equipment. But what we uploaded is amateur home video, right? That grainy phone-camera quality and the bluish monitor lighting create a unique raw feel. That actually stimulates the secret thrill of peeking into someone's private life, which is a much more arousing point."
"...Ugh, that's so cheap. So cheap."
Seola shook her head in disgust, but I continued passionately, undeterred.
"Plus, our video title was absolute gold. [F-Cup Childhood Friend's Clumsy First Paizuri & Fellatio]! Just that alone means the thumbnail and title already hook half the audience..."
"Y-you crazy bastard!!! You uploaded it with that kind of title?!?!?!"
When I proudly recited the title, Seola's eyes flipped and she exploded.
"What? It's perfect clickbait! It's one hundred percent fact-based! Didn't we pull in nine hundred and seventy thousand won in just three days thanks to it?!"
"No matter what, that's too far, you lunatic!! How could you write the title in such a vulgar way?! Do you have to announce to the whole neighborhood that it's a childhood friend?! If you pack in all those specific details, anyone would know it's me! What if someone we know sees it, you idiot!!"
Seola shot up from her seat and started smacking me repeatedly on the back.
"Ouch! Hey! The AI did a thorough job mosaicing the face! And the water's already spilled—what can we do about it now! The money's coming in nicely!"
"Ugh! You devil! I really can't live like this!!"
Only after thoroughly beating me up did her anger seem to ease a little. Seola took heavy breaths and swept back her disheveled hair.
Then she plopped down on the edge of the bed and glared at me with determined eyes.
"...So. How are we filming today? Like what we just watched?"
"Uh... well."
At my sudden hesitation, Seola furrowed her brows deeply.
"What? Why are you trailing off?"
"No, listen to me. This industry needs its own meticulous strategy. If we go all out with the main event like the video we just watched right from the first upload, the channel won't last long. We need to release the bait little by little to keep them hooked so the money keeps coming."
"...What?"
"Some old veterans film a ton in one day, then split it into multiple parts and upload them days apart. That way subscribers grow and donations keep flowing. Anyway, the monetization system is seriously complicated."
At my serious analysis, Seola snorted as if it were ridiculous.
"What's so complicated? Can't we just turn on the camera and film like before?"
"Hey, you have no idea how scary the perverts lurking on the net can be. No matter how much you change clothes and pretend it's a different day, there are tons of guys who can tell it's the same session from subtle light reflections in the same location, the continuing atmosphere in the room, or even red marks left on the skin. If they catch on, they throw a fit saying the realism is ruined."
"......"
At my unnecessarily professional and obsessive "adult video veteran" knowledge, Seola stared at me with her mouth hanging open, genuinely fed up and at a complete loss for words. I pretended not to notice her stinging gaze and scratched the back of my head.
"Well, anyway, since there are so many sharp-eyed people, we need to be thorough too. And also..."
"......???."
"There's a theory that waiting a few days until the first video has spread everywhere actually helps. Making them wait impatiently means when you drop the next one, the views and payments explode. It's like a 'push and pull' strategy with the viewers, I guess?"
At my plausible industry(?) marketing analysis, Seola wore a blank expression for a moment before narrowing her eyes and glaring at me sharply.
"...How the hell do you know all this? Does watching porn teach you about revenue structures and upload algorithms too?"
"Ahem!"
Hit right where it hurt, I cleared my throat loudly and whipped my gaze away.
In truth I'd picked up those tips by lurking when heavy uploaders shared their earnings proofs among themselves, but I couldn't possibly reveal the source.
"Ah, no, well... I just found it all while searching the internet! Ahem, anyway, there's talk like that too..."
When I trailed off and slowly backed away, Seola crossed her arms, eyes full of suspicion.
"Sigh... Yeah. It must be nice knowing so much."
Seola let out a deep, resigned sigh and plopped back against the edge of the bed.
"Fine, I'll acknowledge that useless knowledge of yours. So what are you suggesting? Are we filming today or not? You haven't even settled on a direction... Sigh..."
At her grumbling—half irritation, half embarrassment—I lifted my head and shouted with determination.
"We still have to do it! We absolutely have to film today, no matter what!"
"...Huh?"
At my sudden attitude flip after using algorithm analysis as an excuse to stall, Seola's eyes widened roundly.
I put on a resolute expression for her, but inside I was clenching my fists and crying out as if I were spitting blood.
No, what! Long-term plans and upload algorithms are important in their own way! But what matters a thousand, ten thousand times more to me right now is...
My gaze sneaked into the gap between Seola's pale thighs and her loose shorts that had been bothering me for a while.
I'm a hot-blooded twenty-year-old male, and definitely not a eunuch! Under the perfect pretext of business, I absolutely refuse to do the stupid thing of kicking away this golden opportunity to legally(?) roll around in bed with that incredible girl!
