Chapter 5: Reality Editing with the Photo Correction App

Lee Seonyeong posed naked, bending at the waist to emphasize her cleavage or sticking out her tongue while rolling her eyes upward—snapping exposure photos in all sorts of poses and expressions.

Suddenly, he recalled imagining her naked body during her lectures. The neatly groomed pubic hair matching her well-maintained figure. Even the slightly darkened nipples that made her look even more erotic. Lee Seonyeong's nude form wasn't much different from his fantasies.

Seeing it made blood rush to his lower body involuntarily.

'Not yet.'

He calmed himself and pulled out his phone to capture her exposure scenes on the screen.

The alert rang out again.

Seeing the quest details made him chuckle involuntarily. He remembered her shameless status message, feeling humiliated after humiliating him.

If you humiliate someone, you should graciously accept being humiliated yourself.

A cruel smile crept across his face.

He first spent the GP earned from the quest reward. He considered enhancing his appearance but gave up.

'If my looks change suddenly, people will think it's weird.'

To alter his appearance, he'd have to do it gradually over time or make a big change at once and pretend it was plastic surgery.

'So, appearance correction is out.'

Instead, he decided to upgrade the WeLike app.

'It'd be great if the GP cost for appearance correction went down.'

He tested it by doodling on his body, taking a photo, erasing the doodle with editing, and applying to reality. The doodle vanished.

'Whoa, that's amazing.'

Nothing came to mind right away, but it seemed useful in many ways.

'Now, time for revenge.'

Early morning. Lee Seonyeong finished showering and dried off. Every time she felt the curves of her body through the towel, she smiled contentedly. It made her feel rewarded for her obsessive body maintenance.

"Maybe I'll wear a skirt for a change."

Of course, her skirts were mostly tight H-line ones that hugged her hips. Even though her job didn't require showing off her figure, she insisted on such outfits for two reasons.

First, practical ones. It boosted enrollment numbers regardless of her teaching skills. Not just students—the academy director, a single man, became extra friendly too. Lee Seonyeong knew how to turn all that attention to her advantage.

Second, personal reasons. Thinking about it made her body heat up slightly. Her hand drifted between her legs involuntarily.

'Still some time... I should do it once before heading out.'

She pressed her clit with her index finger, recalling the view from the podium. Countless male students fixating on her—especially her body.

Her pussy quickly grew wet.

"Mmm... ah! Look more... hng."

A secret male masturbation wall she never told anyone about. The first time she stood at the podium. When she started as an instructor in sexy clothes to compensate for her lacking skills. That's when Lee Seonyeong realized it.

Receiving others' gazes could be pleasurable.

She'd always gravitated toward hedonistic pleasures. Not from the start, though. She vaguely remembered it starting when she began relieving stress through sexual pleasure.

She didn't think it was a bad habit, but there was one issue. The more accustomed to stimulation, the more intense pleasure she craved.

'Showing my naked body instead of sexy clothes would feel even better, right?'

Impossible in reality, so she created a secret SNS account and started posting nudes. Reading comments praising her figure and full of lust excited her. Masturbating to those comments became better than regular sex.

The minor deviance led to exhibitionism—getting off on outdoor nude photos.

'Getting caught would be disastrous... but it feels so good.'

She knew it was extremely dangerous. No helping it. The pleasure was incomparable to vanilla sex.

"Hoo. Gotta head out soon."

Masturbation took longer than expected; she was cutting it close. Fortunately, she arrived on time.

Standing at the podium, Lee Seonyeong smiled, feeling the gazes scan her body.

'What a high job satisfaction.'

A few hours later, heading out after class. A male student stood at the door. Lee Seonyeong's brow furrowed. Obviously some lame date request or approach.

'Do these guys think I'm easy?'

She enjoyed men's gazes, but not when average guys hit on her. It felt like it devalued her carefully maintained face and body. She felt disgust in these situations.

"Hey! As someone prepping for exams, don't you have any sense...?"

As he approached and she realized he was the punk who'd disrupted her class, she froze at the photo on the smartphone thrust out.

"Lee Seonyeong. Looks like we need to talk."

The unexpected situation paralyzed her thinking.

Her expression upon seeing the screen pleased him. Shock and anxiety—emotions never before on Lee Seonyeong's face.

"H-how did you get this photo..."

A cruel smile spread across his face.

"If you're gonna humiliate someone like that, you should've lived a life without weaknesses. Arguing here won't do you any good. Wanna step inside and talk?"

Perplexity crossed Lee Seonyeong's face.

"Where...?"

He deliberately flashed a lecherous grin.

"How about a motel? Perfect for a private chat."

Her face twisted.

"What nonsense..."

Before she finished, he shouted.

"Instructor Lee Seonyeong's secret hobby is exhi—mmph."

He smiled as she clamped his mouth.

"You're coming, right?"

"Fuck, fine, I'll go."

As soon as they entered the motel room, he shoved her onto the bed.

"Kyaa!"

"Bet you didn't expect this when you openly dissed me in the classroom yesterday?"

Pushed onto the bed, her briefly frightened expression twisted. She snapped back.

"You! Know this is blackmail?"

Even scared, she had fire.

"Yeah. I know damn well. And you know your weakness is properly caught."

"Good, then you know one call to the cops ends it?"

She shook the smartphone in her hand. Thinking of police seemed to clear her head; panic and anxiety faded from her face.

As she said, one call could end it. What he was doing was clear blackmail.

Lee Seonyeong fully regained her composure. Her expression returned to normal. Their eyes met. The signature look belittling men.

"No idea where you got that photo, but it's still blackmail, right?"

She added, "Pathetic loser."

He'd been smirking the whole time, enjoying the situation, but that made his lips curl down. That gaze. That expression. They pissed him off. Yesterday's humiliation resurfaced, sticky and humid emotions welling up.

"Asking that means you admit it's you in the photo, Lee Seonyeong."

"Tch."

Her face hit the mark, but she shot back.

"Where'd you get the photo, you sleazy bastard!"

"Where? Took it myself. What were you thinking doing that outdoors, Lee Seonyeong? You know that's public indecency?"

She flinched at "public indecency."

"This guy's such a pathetic creep. Stalking and upskirting? What do you want to pull this retarded shit?"

Her eyes full of disgust, utterly shameless attitude without a hint of apology.

"I want something. Hmm. Not liking your attitude."

Especially how she acted like the humiliation she inflicted meant nothing. His primary goal was quest clear, but he wasn't ignoring the emotional scars she'd caused.

Her attitude solidified his resolve. She had to pay.

'With the marks I'll leave on her body.'

"Whatever your goal, dragging me to a motel makes it obvious. I recorded everything we said coming in here?"

She waved her smartphone flauntingly.

"A loser whose only future hope is passing the civil service exam, strutting around with some 'weakness' photo."

She shoved his shoulder and headed for the door.

"I'll let this slide once, even though I could ruin your life."

She slipped on her shoes.

"Might as well jerk off to that photo since we're already in a motel room. Then delete it right away."

Lee Seonyeong grabbing the door handle. Her status message above her head revealed her psyche clearly.

'Acting tough will make him back off like a moron, thinking he can't do shit.'

Before the motel door opened, he slammed her against the wall.

"Kyaaak!"

Hearing her quickened surprised breaths, he whispered in her ear.

"You're right, if you report me, I'm fucked. But I'll fuck you up first."

He pressed his arm harder against her body.

"Your life and mine both fucked—which hurts more? Think about that before acting tough."

She shook her head as if changing her mind.

"Ah, forget it. I'll blast that photo to all your students and academy instructors. Let's both live shitty lives once."

He shoved her off and walked to the door.

"Report to cops? I'll report you for public indecency too. Fun getting investigated side by side, huh? Oh wait, I can keep ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠teaching, but you can't after cops see this."

He grabbed and pulled the door handle.

"W-wait a sec."

Before he could step out, her hand grabbed his pants.

'Just as expected.'

With his back to her, he smirked.