The First Meeting
Studio B was cozier than he had expected. A wide bed occupied the center of the room, lights and cameras ranged around it, and off to one side a dressing room stood open.
"Min-ho!"
Ji-young waved him over. Beside her stood a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties.
"This is the director. Director Kim Tae-joon."
"Good to meet you, Jeong Min-ho. I've heard a lot about you." Tae-joon offered his hand.
"Nervous? First time and all."
"Yes... very."
"That's all right. We'll take it slow. Today's only a test shoot, so don't put any pressure on yourself."
Tae-joon guided him toward the bed.
"Let me walk you through the concept. Today we're doing a First Meeting. You and Yoon-a meet for the first time and find yourselves drawn to each other. No script. It's all improvised."
"Improvised?"
"That's right. Stay in the feeling. Want her the way you'd want her for real. If the camera catches that, we're good."
Min-ho nodded.
"Yoon-a will be out soon. Get your makeup done first."
In the makeup room they kept it simple—his hair set in order, a light dusting of powder over his face.
"You've got nice skin."
"Thank you..."
"Relax. Yoon-a's seriously good. She'll lead you through it."
When they finished, he went back out to the studio, and Yoon-a emerged ready. Instead of the sheer dress from before, she wore a simple white one, though she still had nothing on underneath. The fabric was thin enough that every line of her body showed through.
"Min-ho, you ready?" She came toward him with a bright smile.
"Yes..."
"Don't be nervous. We'll just keep it natural."
The two of them went to the bed.
"All right, camera test first."
"Min-ho, sit on the bed. Don't look at the camera. Look only at Yoon-a."
Min-ho sat on the edge. Yoon-a stood in front of him. The lights came up—bright, but warm.
"Good. Yoon-a, let's go."
She came toward him slowly, and her hand settled on his shoulder.
"Min-ho, look at me."
He looked up. Her face drew closer.
"Breathe. Slowly."
She whispered it, and her lips touched his forehead—a soft kiss.
"Good. Hold that."
Tae-joon's voice carried across the set. Yoon-a tipped Min-ho's chin up, just a little, and their eyes met.
"Min-ho, do you want me right now?"
"Yes..."
He answered honestly.
"Then touch me."
She took his hand and set it on her waist. Carefully, he touched her there, and through the dress he felt the warmth of her body.
"That's good..."
She closed her eyes and kissed him—lightly at first, then deeper. Min-ho answered on instinct and pulled her into his arms.
"Cut! Perfect!"
"Min-ho, you don't have a shred of camera awareness. You're completely locked on Yoon-a. This is it. This is exactly what we want."
Yoon-a drew back, laughing.
"Min-ho, you're so natural. Is this really your first time?"
"Yes... it is."
"Wild. Usually a first-timer can't forget the camera, and it all comes out stiff."
"All right. Now we start for real."
Tae-joon returned to his mark.
"Whenever you're ready. Action!"
Yoon-a came to him again, slower this time, more sensual.
"Min-ho..."
Her hands caught the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up, peeling it off. His bare torso showed—thin, but not without a shape of its own.
"Pretty..."
She laid a hand on his chest, and his whole body trembled.
"Now you take mine off."
With shaking hands he drew down the zipper of her dress, slowly. The dress slipped to the floor, and Yoon-a's perfect body was bare. She wore nothing at all.
"Wow..."
Min-ho's breath stopped. And then, inevitably, his body answered. Inside the leggings he began to swell, hard and fast—from twenty centimeters to twenty-five, then past thirty, straining the fabric outward.
"Oh my..."
Yoon-a looked down. The leggings had drawn drum-tight, the shape of him rising until it jutted out nearly horizontal.
"That's... incredible..."
She sank to her knees in front of him, and her hands went to the leggings.
"May I take them off?"
Min-ho nodded.
Slowly she drew the leggings down, and he sprang free—more than thirty centimeters long, and thick enough to stand beside the most endowed Black men. Yoon-a had ten years in the business, and she had never seen a size like this.
"Min-ho... this is really..."
She tried to wrap both hands around him. Even two hands couldn't close.
"I... I'll do my best..."
She said it with a look of pure resolve, then opened her mouth slowly. Not even half of him would fit. He was too big.
"Mmm..."
She gave it everything she had, and a third was her limit.
"Min-ho... I'm sorry. This is as far as I can go..."
"It's all right..."
She rose.
"Let's get on the bed."
They climbed up, and Yoon-a lay down first.
"Come here, Min-ho. Slowly."
He moved over her. His heart was hammering.
"I'll guide you."
She took him in hand and set him at her entrance.
"Slooowly... come in very, very slowly."
He pushed his hips forward, and a hot, tight space closed around him.
"Nnh—wait, wait..."
She pushed at his chest. Not even a quarter of him was inside, and already it was too much.
"You're... too big. I need time to adjust..."
Min-ho held still and waited. One minute. Two.
"A little... more..."
He pressed in carefully. When he was about halfway—
"There! No further than that..."
Sweat beaded on Yoon-a's face.
"Now... move. Slowly... very slowly..."
He began to move with care, drawing out slowly, pushing back in slowly.
"Ah... Min-ho... that's good..."
Her moans filled the studio. Little by little he found the rhythm, instinct leading his body.
"There... yes... just like that..."
Her legs wrapped around his waist. The cameras were rolling, but Min-ho paid them no mind. There was only Yoon-a.
He couldn't have said how much time passed.
"Min-ho... I'm... almost..."
She began to tremble, then cried out and came. He was at his limit too, and his thrusts quickened.
"Yoon-a... me too..."
"It's okay... just do it..."
A few seconds later he climaxed inside her.
"Cut!"
"Perfect! This is a smash!"
Min-ho and Yoon-a lay on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Haa..." Yoon-a steadied her breathing. "Min-ho... you're incredible. The size is one thing, but the angle is perfect. You were driving right into the sweet spot, dead center."
"Thank you..."
"And your face. You looked like you truly wanted me. It didn't feel like acting. It felt real."
"It was real..."
He said it plainly, and Yoon-a stared at him, startled.
"Really?"
"Yes... Yoon-a... you're truly beautiful."
Color rose in her face—even in a professional with seven years behind her.
"Min-ho... you keep talking like that and I might actually fall for you."
She laughed. Tae-joon came over.
"I checked the footage. It's perfect. Min-ho, you've got talent. Genuinely."
"Thank you..."
"One thing, though." He smiled, meaning in it. "I think we ought to test your recovery, too. We've still got time, haven't we?"
Min-ho looked down. Astonishingly, he was still hard. Yoon-a startled.
"Already? Again? We just finished."
"I don't know either..."
"Impressive. Recovery like that..."
Tae-joon switched the camera back on.
"Round two. This time Yoon-a's on top."
An hour later, the shoot was truly finished. Min-ho and Yoon-a showered and dressed.
"Min-ho, you worked hard today."
"No—I'm the one who should say that. It was thanks to you."
"Not at all. You did well." She took his hand. "I'll be honest. Today... it wasn't acting. It was really good."
"For me too..."
"Min-ho." Her voice turned serious. "I want to do a proper project with you. I'll plan it myself, and I'll write the scenario. A piece made for you."
"Really?"
"Yes. Equipment like yours... I can't just let it stay buried. I want to make a real film and show it to the world."
Something swelled in Min-ho's chest.
"Thank you... truly..."
"You don't have to thank me. I'm doing it because I want to make something good, too."
Yoon-a took out a card.
"My personal number. Call me. Often."
Min-ho took it.
On his way out of the studio he ran into Seo-yoon in the hallway.
"Min-ho! I saw the footage. It's incredible!" She was lit up with it. "We were going to file today as a practice shoot, but Director Tae-joon says this is good enough to release as an official work. At this level... if we promote it right, a hundred million views on a debut might actually be possible."
"Really?"
"Yes. For real. Your chemistry with Yoon-a is perfect, the size is going to be a talking point, and more than anything, the emotion is alive." She clapped him on the shoulder. "Min-ho, you're going to be a star. I'm sure of it."
He couldn't believe it.
Can I really succeed at this?
On the way home, his fingers found the check in his pocket. One hundred million won. And then there was today—the shoot with Yoon-a, the self he had been in front of the cameras, and the way people had reacted.
So I can do this.
For thirty-two years he had lived by keeping himself hidden. Not anymore. He looked up at the sky.
A new beginning. A real one.
His phone buzzed. A message from Yoon-a.
Min-ho smiled and wrote back.
A new life. New relationships. And ahead of him, possibilities without end.
Min-ho's life in Sextopia had officially begun.