Post This Photo to Inbyeolgram
“…Huh?”
Seo-ah looked at herself in the mirror again.
It was the same white T-shirt and navy tennis skirt she had put on that morning. From the front, nothing about it looked particularly wrong.
She leaned in toward the glass, meaning only to check the spot that had caught her eye a moment ago. The neckline of the shirt pulled away from her body and gaped open.
“…”
Through the opening, her bare breasts showed.
At first she thought it was only the inner curve. But as she dipped a little lower, one areola came into view, and then the nipple at its center, plain as anything.
Startled, she straightened at once. The shirt settled back into place, and the mirror held nothing but the ordinary sight of her in a white tee, as if none of it had happened.
“Wait…”
She studied the glass for a second, then bent into the same posture again. This time she knew what she was looking for, and she saw it immediately. The neckline spread, her braless breasts shifted downward, and one nipple slipped fully into view. A slight change of angle and the other side hovered right on the edge of showing.
Was I like this all day?
The thought dragged the day’s moments back one by one. She had bent over to dig through her bag. On the central stairs she had leaned toward the railing to see whether anyone was coming up from below. She had no way of knowing whether it had happened every time.
No way…
She looked at her chest in the mirror again. Standing straight, no matter how she checked, nothing seemed off. That was why she hadn’t noticed when she looked that morning.
“Did it recommend this knowing?”
She picked up the phone she had set on the desk and opened ChatPT. The record of the mission she had completed today was still there, and beneath it sat the video she had registered on the central stairs a little while ago. She opened the chat instead of the video, stared at the keyboard for a moment, and typed.
An answer appeared a moment later.
Recommended based on registered body data, owned clothing, and your schedule.
Seo-ah glanced at herself in the mirror. From the front she looked fine. Bend the way she just had, though, and the neckline opened until her braless chest was simply there. She looked back at the screen.
A few seconds later, the reply came.
How an outfit sits can change with posture and movement.
“…”
She read the answer again. That wasn’t what she had wanted to know. She wanted to ask whether it had chosen the clothes on purpose, but after that reply she didn’t expect a real answer. Her finger touched the input field and stopped.
Then the central-stairs video still sitting at the bottom of the screen caught her eye. Her fingertip hovered over the thumbnail. She had watched that clip over and over in a campus bathroom. She changed the question.
> Registered verification materials are stored in your usage history.
Her eyes stayed on the thumbnail. The mission was already over. The video was not gone.
> Materials registered to the account and usage history are retained.
She stared at the screen. The photos she had sent at the start, when it claimed to be analyzing her figure, came back to her, and after those the new ones she had taken and registered for the missions. She couldn’t immediately recall how many had piled up.
Individual deletion of currently registered materials is not supported.
“…Figures.”
She didn’t ask anything else. When she set the phone down, the white T-shirt in the mirror caught her eye again.
She had come back from campus without incident, and the mission a little while ago had ended in success. That did not mean the photos and videos were finished with her. Whatever she had handed over was still there, and she had no idea in what form it might surface next.
She watched the mirror for a while, then checked the clock.
“Ah.”
More time had passed than she thought. It was Friday, and she had her convenience-store shift that evening.
Seo-ah opened the underwear drawer. The bra and panties she had taken out that morning and put back were still inside. This time she didn’t hesitate. She took both.
She peeled off the white tee and the tennis skirt first. Once the panties and bra were on again, she pulled a different short-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans from the closet and changed. Only after she checked the fit in the mirror did she pack her bag.
“…Okay.”
She left the dormitory.
Once she reached the store, the night was not so different from any other. After the handoff she took the counter, and whenever the customers thinned she straightened the shelves, fetching whatever had run out from the stockroom. Every time the door opened the familiar chime sounded, and at the register the barcode scanner kept up its steady rhythm. Focus on the work long enough and what had happened at school seemed to recede a little.
Then the phone she had set beneath the counter caught her eye, and her hands paused.
The Failure Penalty for today’s central-stairs mission came back to her.
Even while she was still on campus she had thought the tag might include people she ran into at the store. Standing here, it felt different. The coworker she had just relieved was in her contacts. So was the manager’s number. A few people she used to work with were saved there too.
If I’d failed today…
The photo might already have gone to one of them.
“Checkout, please.”
“Oh—yes.”
Seo-ah looked up at once and scanned the drinks and snacks the customer had set down, one by one.
Beep.
Beep.
“Do you need a bag?”
“No.”
After the payment went through she straightened the receipt. It was already over. She had succeeded at the mission, and nothing had been sent. But now that the tag she had only ever seen on a screen was attached to real faces, it felt far more concrete than before.
She checked the phone under the counter once. No new notifications.
After that the shift ran the way it always did. Whenever business slowed the phone nagged at her, but ChatPT stayed quiet. Near two in the morning, finishing the closing cleanup, she turned the screen on one last time. Still nothing.
“…So that’s it for today?”
The relief she felt at the mission never arriving struck her as a little strange. She set the phone down again and finished what was left.
The next morning.
Seo-ah, who had fallen asleep late, woke a little later than usual. Only after she checked the time from bed did she remember the plan. Two in the afternoon. The day she had agreed to go to the café Yu-rim and So-hee had shown her a few days ago.
She washed up, roughly dried her hair, and opened the closet. After looking at the clothes for a while she ended up picking up her phone, opened the ChatPT chat, and typed a short line.
The recommendation appeared almost at once.
Top: pale sky-blue short-sleeve shirt
Bottom: dark indigo straight denim
Outer: none
Shoes: white sneakers
Accessory: thin silver wristwatch
Bra: skin-beige seamless
Panties: skin-beige seamless
Seo-ah read from the top and stopped on the last two lines. There was a bra. There were panties. Only then did she realize she had been checking the underwear before the clothes.
“…Today’s actually normal.”
The note under the recommendation was nothing special either.
She scrolled to the bottom of the screen. No new mission. None of yesterday’s strange conditions were attached. It didn’t look much different from the screen she had seen the first time she used ChatPT, days ago.
She took the recommended clothes from the closet, and this time set the panties and bra on the bed with them. Once the bra was on and the shirt followed, the feeling was familiar—so familiar that having gone to school all of yesterday without it now seemed the strange part.
In front of the mirror she checked the outfit once. The fit wasn’t bad. She turned sideways, and because of yesterday she deliberately leaned forward a little. The inside of the shirt didn’t show. Only then did she pack her bag.
At two on Saturday afternoon, Seo-ah met Yu-rim and So-hee at the café they had agreed on.
At first, every time her phone buzzed she checked the screen before anything else. It was the group chat, or a campus notice. Never ChatPT. So-hee looked at her once.
“You waiting on something?”
“No. Just checking.”
After a few rounds of that, Seo-ah started paying it less mind. When Yu-rim brought up school, So-hee cut in, and Seo-ah laughed and added her piece the way she usually did. They sat in the café for more than two hours, and no new mission came. By the time she said goodbye, she had even forgotten for a while that she had opened ChatPT that morning.
Back at the dormitory, she set her bag down beside the bed. The room was quiet. Da-hye didn’t seem to be back yet. Seo-ah sat on the edge of the mattress.
Nothing had really happened today. The morning’s recommendation had been normal, and while she was with her friends no sudden demand for proof had popped up. She plugged the phone into the charger, started to turn the screen off, and paused. For no good reason she opened ChatPT. The outfit it had recommended today and her earlier history sat there as usual. No new notification.
“…So it doesn’t come every day.”
Then maybe today was simply a day that would pass her by. She closed the app and set the phone on the bed.
A few minutes went by like that.
Ding.
Her eyes went straight to the phone. The ChatPT icon was up on the screen.
Seo-ah let out a short breath.
“…Yeah. Of course.”
She watched the screen without tapping it for a while, then picked up the phone anyway.
Her expression shifted.
“…Inbyeolgram?”
She read it again. It said the same thing. It wasn’t telling her to take her clothes off, or to go somewhere on campus. It wasn’t even telling her to take a new photo. She checked further down.
> Use the original designated image
> Keep the account’s current visibility
> Do not edit or replace the image after posting
> Do not delete the post
> Keep the post up for 24 hours
Item changed: Inbyeolgram profile photo
Replacement image: Photo [Preview]
Duration: 24 hours
Seo-ah’s finger stopped.
“…Profile photo?”
She tapped [Preview].
A single photograph filled the screen, and she knew it the instant she saw it. Two days ago, in a school hallway, she had pulled her knit up above her chest and taken it to prove she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her bare breasts were right there in the frame.
“…They’re making this my profile picture?”
She went straight back and read the success conditions again.
“I just have to post a photo to Inbyeolgram?”
Beneath that was a button: [Confirm Designated Image]. She pressed it. One photo appeared.
“…This.”
She knew where it had come from the moment she saw it. It was the video she had registered on the central stairs yesterday—more precisely, a single frame cut from that video and saved as a still.
Seo-ah was standing in front of the central stairs in a white T-shirt and a navy tennis skirt, white sneakers included in the frame. The skirt was down. The shirt was on properly. Look at the photo alone and it was just an ordinary full-body shot taken at school.
She stared at the screen.
“They want me to post this?”
Set beside the missions so far, it was almost too ordinary. She didn’t have to undress anywhere. She didn’t have to take a new picture. Upload one photo that already existed, leave it on social media for a day, and that was the end of it. From the image alone, it would be hard to tell that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties at all that day.
She brought the screen a little closer and checked again. Nothing especially strange stood out.
At this level it’s just a photo.
She returned to the mission screen. The hold time was twenty-four hours. All she had to do was not delete the post until the same time tomorrow.
After a brief hesitation, Seo-ah opened Inbyeolgram. She started a new post and loaded the designated photo, and the version of herself she had just been looking at appeared exactly as before. She posted to Inbyeolgram fairly often—pictures with friends, pictures by herself. Looking only at what was on the screen now, this didn’t seem all that different.
She tapped the caption field, then closed it again. There didn’t seem to be any need to write something. She checked the photo once more.
“…Just one day.”
She hit post. The upload spinner turned for a moment. A few seconds later, a new post sat at the top of her Inbyeolgram: her in a white T-shirt and navy tennis skirt, standing in front of the central stairs.
Almost at once, a ChatPT alert appeared at the top of the screen.
> Posting status confirmed.
> Mission hold time has started.
Seo-ah watched the numbers tick down, then moved her eyes to her own post. No likes yet. No comments. Phone still in her hand, she looked at the screen a moment longer.