No More Hiding
A week passed.
Jeong Min-ho worried over it every day of that week—on the way into the office, on the way home, in the last minutes before sleep.
One hundred thousand dollars.
His salary was forty thousand a year. A hundred thousand was two and a half years' pay, and once he counted taxes and what actually reached his account, it was closer to three.
A hundred thousand... with money like that...
He could pay off his debts. The student loans, and the credit-card balance from his mother's hospital bills—together, about forty thousand. But money wasn't the only problem.
Can I really do this? In front of a camera... in front of people...
He had spent thirty-two years hiding it. The thought of putting it on display frightened him. And yet, strangely, something had changed since that night with Han Ji-young. Every time he looked in the mirror a little more confidence was waiting there, and on the commute he no longer curled in on himself the way he used to.
So I could be someone worth something.
Work had begun to look different too. The same tasks every day, his boss's moods, the overtime—this was the life he would have to keep living for another thirty years.
Is this how I live until I die?
The thought arrived without warning. On the evening that marked a full week, Min-ho made up his mind.
I'll do it. You only get one life.
He called Choi Seo-yoon.
"Hello? Min-ho?"
"Yes, CEO Choi. I've made my decision."
"Oh! And what did you decide?"
"I'll do it. I want to sign the contract."
A whoop of delight burst through the line.
"Really? That's the right call! I'll make sure you never regret it. I'll have the contract ready first thing tomorrow. Can you come by the office at eleven?"
"Yes. I'll be there."
"Perfect! See you tomorrow, Min-ho. Oh, and—"
Seo-yoon's voice went soft.
"Dress properly tomorrow. Leggings, like everyone else—comfortable is fine. We need a proper look at that cock of yours."
Min-ho knew exactly what she meant. No underwear.
"Yes... I understand."
"Good. See you tomorrow!"
He hung up and opened the closet. A row of jeans cut roomy through the crotch hung in a line, and beside them the tights and leggings that clung to the body. He drew out a pair of black leggings, looked at his briefs, and put them back.
Nothing underneath... for real?
Then he thought about the street. Everyone out there dressed that way. Women's nipples showed plain as day, and men's outlines were unmistakable, all because no one wore underwear. In this world, underwear was a fashion item. Unless it was lingerie meant to look sexy, or something flashy by design, going without was simply the default.
The next morning, Min-ho showered and got dressed. For the first time, he pulled the leggings on over bare skin.
Black. They sealed themselves to him.
He looked in the mirror, and the shock hit all at once. He was only soft, and still the shape of his cock was completely exposed—the length, the girth, even the flare of the head. Nothing was hidden. Past eight inches of him hung long inside the leggings, reaching halfway down his thigh.
This... this is...
On top he wore a tight white T-shirt. Lean as he was, the lines of his body still showed.
Can I really go out like this...
But he had already decided not to hide. He found the nerve and opened the front door.
In the corridor he came face to face with Ji-young from next door. She looked different today as well—a thin mesh top, and under it a showy lace bra, the pink standing out sharp and clear through the weave. Below, the same tight shorts as always.
"Oh my!"
Her eyes went wide.
"Min-ho! Finally!"
Her gaze dropped to his lap. The shape lay bare inside the leggings, nothing spared.
"Wow... that is seriously something. And that's all you, soft?"
"Yes..."
His face burned.
"Off to sign the contract?"
"Yes."
"Perfect timing. My schedule's at Venus today too. We'll go together."
"Thank you..."
They stepped into the elevator. Ji-young glanced over at him.
"You noticed the bra, right? I've got a business meeting, so I went a little sexy. I don't usually bother with one."
"Right..."
"When you're filming, you might end up in something flashy too, depending on the concept. That's fashion as well."
Min-ho nodded.
Outside, the morning rush was in full swing, and the stares came down like rain. Women's eyes widened at his crotch. Some covered their mouths; others looked without the slightest pretense of looking away.
"Did you see that guy?"
"Oh my God..."
"At that size, he's gotta be a pro, right?"
He heard every murmur. Shame burned in him, but he didn't bolt. He walked as if he had every right to be there.
This is me. I'm not hiding anymore.
The subway was worse. In the packed car every gaze found him, the women's most of all. One of them stood directly in front of him and kept stealing glances.
Min-ho drew a long breath. And then the problem started.
All those eyes, and the body of the woman standing right there in front of him—it was too much. He began to get hard.
No... please, not now...
He couldn't stop it. Inside the leggings he swelled—from eight inches to ten, then past twelve. The fabric drew tight. What had hung down his thigh began to climb, lifting until it jutted out in front of him.
The people around him noticed.
"Uh..."
"That's..."
"He's fully..."
The woman in front of him turned. She saw him completely hard: past twelve inches, shoving the leggings out until he stood almost horizontal. The cloth was so thin that the veins showed, and the shape of the head with them.
"Oh my God..."
She clapped a hand over her mouth.
Ji-young caught his arm.
"It's all right. That's a natural reaction. Don't be ashamed."
He wanted to die of it anyway.
Fortunately, the next stop was Gangnam Station.
"We're getting off, Min-ho."
They hurried out. Once they were aboveground he let go of a breath he'd been holding.
"I'm sorry... I..."
"What are you sorry for? It's natural. Any healthy man would. And with a cock like yours... it's going to happen even more," Ji-young said, laughing.
"You'd better get used to it. From here on, it won't stop."
They arrived at Venus Entertainment.
His erection had eased, but he was still larger than usual. The moment he stepped into the lobby, every eye found him—staff, actors waiting on call, visitors. All of them staring.
"A rookie?"
"Look at the size of that..."
"That's insane..."
The murmurs came from every side.
They rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor, and he opened the door to Seo-yoon's office.
"Min-ho! You're here!"
She welcomed him warmly. Today she wore a black business suit, and under the jacket there was no blouse—only an elaborate black lace bra. She had left the jacket open so it showed in full.
"Important meeting today, so I made an effort."
She smiled as she said it. A bra was fashion.
"Sit."
The three of them took their places at the conference table. Seo-yoon's gaze traveled, easy and unashamed, down to his lap. The shape inside the leggings was there in full.
"Perfect. Now that you're dressed properly, it's a completely different picture."
"Thank you..."
"All right. Let's look at the contract."
She spread the papers.
"Signing bonus: one hundred thousand dollars."
His heart hammered. Even after the debts were gone, sixty thousand would be left.
"Two years, exclusive. For the term, you work with Venus and no one else."
"Yes. I understand."
"You're new, so the base fee is five thousand a film. On top of that, you earn off the views."
She took out a calculator.
"We price it at roughly half a cent to a cent per view."
"Half a cent a view?"
"Yes. Ten million views, for instance, and that's another fifty to a hundred thousand on top. Fifty million, and you're looking at two hundred and fifty thousand to half a million."
Min-ho couldn't breathe.
"A newcomer's debut usually lands between five and twenty million views. Fee included, that's about thirty thousand to two hundred thousand a film."
She pulled out a tablet and turned the screen toward him. Real films. Real numbers.
"The popular names pull thirty to eighty million views. Two hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand a film."
"And a real smash clears a hundred million. That's half a million and up."
"With a cock like yours... there's a good chance the very first film is a smash," she said, as if there were no question about it.
"I'm figuring twelve films a year at the minimum, twenty-four at the outside. One or two a month. We'll pace it by how you're holding up."
"A shoot wraps in a day. The rest of your time goes to training and keeping you in condition."
She took out a pen.
"Well? Will you sign?"
Min-ho was quiet for a moment.
One good year... and that's millions?
Not every film would explode, of course. But with what he was carrying, he figured he'd land well above average.
"I'll do it."
"Good!"
She slid the contract across. Min-ho picked up the pen and signed.
Jeong Min-ho.
The moment he wrote his own name, he felt his life turn.
"Congratulations!"
Seo-yoon stood and offered her hand. Then she produced a check.
"One hundred thousand. Right now."
His hands shook as he took it.
A hundred thousand... in my name...
"And, Min-ho."
She pressed the intercom.
"Yoon-a, would you come in?"
The door opened, and a woman stepped through.
Park Yoon-a.
She looked to be in her late twenties, and she was beautiful—long black hair, large eyes, a flawless figure. She wore a thin sheer dress with a vivid red lace lingerie set underneath, bra and panties showing clear through the fabric. She had a shoot today. The sexy look was deliberate.
"Hello. I'm Park Yoon-a."
She smiled brightly and offered her hand.
"I'm Jeong Min-ho..."
His face went red.
And then it happened again.
That perfect body, the lingerie showing through the sheer dress—inside the leggings he swelled, fast.
No—!
He couldn't stop it. In less than thirty seconds he was fully hard. The leggings drew drum-tight, and past twelve inches of him reared up until he stood almost level.
Yoon-a's eyes went wide.
"Oh my..."
She stepped closer. She couldn't look away.
"This is... actually..."
She was a seven-year veteran. She had seen no shortage of male actors in that time. But this—
"Ms. Choi, I want to work with him. I mean that."
She looked at Seo-yoon.
"It's already on the schedule. Two this afternoon."
"I know. That's not what I mean. A real film. I want Min-ho opposite me in my next one."
Her eyes were serious.
"I'll develop it myself. His debut. I want to make it right."
Seo-yoon smiled.
"All right. Let's do it that way."
Yoon-a came up to him and held out her hand.
"I'm counting on you, Min-ho. Let's make something wonderful."
He took it with a trembling hand.
"I... please look after me..."
"Come to Studio B in two hours. I'll have everything ready."
She left.
He still hadn't gone down. The leggings were uncomfortable enough to hurt.
"Min-ho, that reaction... it's going to keep happening. You'll have to get used to it," Seo-yoon said, laughing.
"Yes..."
"Want to use the restroom? Go settle yourself and come back."
Min-ho nodded.
Two hours later, he stood outside Studio B.
The erection had faded. The nerves had not.
So this is it... the beginning.
He opened the door.
And Min-ho's new life began.