Swimsuit Photoshoot - 2
My sister-in-law and I had been shooting for about thirty minutes before we decided to take a short break. Pushing a first-timer too hard, too fast, was a good way to ruin everything.
"Did you set up the new account?"
"Ah, yes. For now, anyway…."
While we rested, she had created a second account, just like I'd told her to. Strike while the iron is hot — there was nothing to lose by getting it done on the spot.
"Let's have a look, then."
"Ah…."
"?"
I held out my hand, planning to check how she'd set it up.
But instead of handing the phone over, she pressed it flat against her chest, hiding it between her breasts.
"You're going to be showing me everything sooner or later anyway. Why are you clutching it like it's some kind of secret?"
"Th-that's… can't it wait until later…?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
Snatch!
I pulled the phone right out of her hands in one clean motion.
Honestly, I was curious why she was being so bashful about a freshly made account with nothing on it.
"A-aaah."
"What on earth did you even—"
A brand-new account, still warm from creation, had exactly one thing worth looking at: the nickname.
And the moment I saw it, my mouth snapped shut all on its own.
[HyeransPussyLog]
Wh-what log?
Pussy… log?
"D-don't look…!"
"'Pussy,' you say…? Look, I know we've rolled around in bed together, but that's an awfully crude word to drop out of nowhere."
"…Th-that's not what I meant, and you know it. Give it back, right now…!"
Seeing her squirm like that, I gathered she at least realized how ridiculous it looked even to her.
"Ah. Sure."
The instant I extended the phone toward her, she snatched it away with lightning speed — a speed I couldn't help noticing was exactly on par with the hand job she'd given me.
So it wasn't just my sister-in-law whose body had instincts carved into it. I was no better off, either.
"If anything, you should have gone with 'HyeranHyeran,' or 'Hyeran' with 'Secret' after it in English. Change the nickname first. Right now."
"Hyeran… Secret. Th-that actually sounds kind of good…?"
Hyeran's secret vault?
I'd meant it as a place to post the everyday photos of herself she'd never shown anyone until now, and if she liked it, well….
"If you like it, go with that. Since we're on the topic — change it right now."
"Y-yes."
Her fingers danced across the screen in a blur.
Clearly a woman who spent a lot of time on social media — her typing speed was impressive.
I wonder if she's that fast when she masturbates, too.
Watching her fingers fly like that, the thought drifted into my head unbidden. If her hands moved that quickly, surely she worked herself over at a respectable pace, too?
It wasn't just that she had a body made for sex — there was a faint, unmistakable eroticism in her every little gesture. That, you really had to call natural talent.
And honestly, the shoot itself had been a torment.
Her breasts swaying right in front of my eyes, or pressed down flat by her own arm; her plump, plush ass squeezed tight by the swimsuit until it stood out all the more for it.
How much I'd suffered holding myself back while staring at that, the woman in question would probably never know for the rest of her life.
"If you're done changing it, shall we get on with the next shoot?"
"…O-okay."
Without a word of complaint, she set the phone she'd been fiddling with up on the shelf.
"So. What are we doing this time…? Are we continuing what we were doing before, or…?"
"Same outfit, but I'm thinking we try something a little… different, this time."
"D-different how?"
"Like this."
I turned the camera around and scrolled through the photos we'd taken so far, showing them to her one by one.
"See what I mean? Doesn't it all feel a bit… simple? Flat?"
"I-isn't this level enough already? The, the exposure is already pushing it a little…."
"It's subtly arousing, sure. But even subtle has a ceiling eventually. That's why I think it's best to prepare as much varied material as we can, while we can. Does that make sense?"
"Ah. Ah-ha."
Whether it actually made sense to her or not, I couldn't tell, but she bobbed her head as if she understood.
"So, beyond the site you've been using, I think it'd be a good idea to open an account somewhere that allows you to go a bit more daring — what you'd call a paid subscription content platform. A decent one."
"A paid… subscription? Content?"
"Doesn't matter who it is — broadcaster, influencer, anyone. The system's a platform where you upload content, sell it, and pull in income from fan donations and monthly subscriptions."
"Ah…. Like subscribing to a movie or a drama service…?"
"Something like that, more or less. But as I said, it works through sales, donations, and subscriptions, so it's not exactly mainstream."
"Y-yes? What do you…?"
I lightly pressed a fingertip against the upper curve of her cleavage, right where the valley formed. Startled by the sudden touch, my sister-in-law went rigid.
"……Ah."
"The point is, the content gets a lot more explicit. Explicit enough that the moment you post it on a regular SNS platform, you'd be deleted without mercy or suspended permanently."
"Then… when you said you'd shoot something different this time, don't tell me you meant…?"
"Well. I'd bet what you're imagining is probably right."
Highly explicit photos and videos.
The kind that would earn you a warning or a permanent ban.
She'd clearly caught that much, because she was fidgeting, her face a picture of helpless alarm. Personally, though, I figured that for a first-time shoot she'd been good enough that the bar wasn't out of reach.
"Don't worry about a thing. I'm a man, and I'll take good care of you. We'll take it slow."
"…P-please take care of me, then."
"Of course. Just trust me."
She looked absolutely flooded with worry.
But other than trusting me, there was nothing left for her to do.
Her own husband — of all people — had told her to give me a chance. And the only way I could show her I was worthy of her trust was to give it my all and keep offering ideas and opinions.
Maybe that was why, unlike before, she didn't mutter or snap at me; she just nodded, as if to say she'd give it a try my way.
Which is exactly why I'm telling you — don't put too much trust in me.
Not that I minded if she did.
Because whatever I did to her, the more she trusted me, the more completely she'd be dyed in my colors.
"Alright. Let's get started, shall we?"
"Y-yes…."
She answered in a small, slightly nervous voice, then rose hesitantly from her seat.
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"Um, I tried to do what you said, but. No — this is a bit…."
"What's strange about it? I think it's perfect."
I tugged the bottom of her swimsuit up just enough that it hovered on the edge of showing everything — the fabric biting in deep enough that her flesh seemed ready to spill over the sides at any second.
On top, I lowered the covering panel until half of each breast was on display. Just half — and yet it made the sheer scale of them clear, while emphasizing the milky pallor of her skin and the deep valley between.
And then the pose: kneeling, shot from a first-person angle looking down at her as she gazed up — a devastatingly lewd composition.
It was far more thrilling and far more arousing than outright nudity would have been. I couldn't see a single problem with it…?
"Come on. Stick your chest out — like you're bragging to every woman in the world that you've got something they don't."
"……."
"Or, if you prefer, think of it as supplying endless material for men you've never met to get off to."
"C-can't you stop with such vulgar language…?"
"I only say it because you keep baring yourself and then hunching over, trying to hide it all over again."
And it wasn't as if I'd said anything untrue.
Nobody joins a place like that just to sit around going oh my, how naughty.
"Nnn…. Isn't this a little too indecent?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
What was she talking about?
"The whole point is to make it stimulating and suggestive — that's the shoot. No, wait. Did you seriously not understand what I explained before we started…?"
"I-it's not that I didn't understand. It's just — this is so… raw. So shameless…."
"From what I know, plenty of far worse photos get uploaded all the time. If you're going to balk at this much, we really do have a problem."
Truth be told, my hard drive — my little Jikbakguri — held not only foreign ladies' videos and photos but months' worth of media from the teachers I'd subscribed to on paid platforms.
Granted, the foreign ladies had long since crowded them out of my viewing schedule, but as I remembered it, those teachers' content went considerably further than what my sister-in-law had just shot.
As long as you didn't fully expose the critical parts, practically anything went. How could this not be tame by comparison?
"Besides, as long as you're not on an outright adult platform, you won't get suspended unless you go full exposure."
"F-f-f-full exposure…!?"
"Why are you so shocked? Like some blushing virgin."
"……W-would you stop using that word. I've told you how many times now…."
"It's an accurate word, though."
"Accurate, how?"
I shrugged.
"Don't like this. Don't like that. This is out. Can't do it. 'No experience' — you carry on like a virgin, so I call you a virgin."
"……."
"So. Are you giving up, then? Even when I'm here helping you, and that man is trusting you enough to work himself to the bone for you?"
"……!!"
My sister-in-law's pupils trembled as her fist clenched tight. Her face said she had things she wanted to say — but she kept her mouth firmly shut.
"If you really can't do it, then—"
"N-no! I can do it! I only said this one was a bit much. I-I never said I couldn't…!"
"Oh. Is that so."
She flared up and shouted that she could do it.
Perhaps the gaunt, worn-down face of her husband she'd seen today was still flickering behind her eyes.
Or maybe, like me, she genuinely wanted to taste real success for once in her life.
Either way — let's see you burn properly, then.
"To start with…. Your body looks fine, honestly. But your expression, the composition, the whole mood — that's what needs a serious overhaul."
"Wh-what should I do, then…?"
"Simple."
I reached out and gave the soft expanse of her lower belly, just beneath her navel, a single light tap with my fingertip.
"Masturbate."