Cosplay Photoshoot Immersion
After a mood-boosting pictorial massage, I was heading home feeling great. "Hng~ Maybe I should masturbate when I get home~" I was standing at the crosswalk, waiting for the light. That's when a banner hanging on the roadside far ahead caught my eye.
Recruiting Cosplay Pictorial Models: Women in their 20s-30s
The banner listed a contact number and the location of the shooting studio, too.
"Ooh... Should I give that a try? I'm pretty, after all!" Drawn by curiosity, I headed toward the studio. It turned out to be on the rooftop of some rundown building. Knock knock. I cautiously rapped on the door and stepped inside. In the distance, I spotted a guy sprawled on the sofa, engrossed in a mobile game. I approached him carefully.
"Um... I saw the banner and came over."
"Hm... Oh? Yes? Ah, sorry about that. This way, please." He gave my face and figure a quick once-over, then switched to a businesslike demeanor and led me into the office.
"Do you have any ID on you, by chance?"
"Here you go." I handed over my newly issued ID.
"Thanks. Just confirming you're an adult... Haha, you're 28? You look way younger than that." He checked the ID and continued. "Anyway, you seem perfect for the model I'm looking for, so I'd love to get the contract signed right away if that's okay with you?" He slid two sheets of paper across the table. Instead of legalese, he pointed to each section with his finger, explaining in terms I could easily grasp.
"This is the portrait rights consent form—basically agreeing that the photos we take today can be compiled into a pictorial book and sold."
"See here? It specifies the scope of commercial use. That's the basis for me profiting off these shots while paying you the agreed model fee."
I nodded, skimming the paper.
"No worries. We won't exceed the exposure level or editing intensity we discuss upfront. We'll review the shots midway and delete anything you're not happy with."
"My principle is that if the model says 'this is a bit much,' we stop anytime. That said, the more provocative it is, the higher the pay. Haha." He twirled his pen and quoted specific amounts.
"For beginners, it's easiest to go by hourly rate. We'll count today's shoot including changing time. Low exposure is 100,000 won per hour, moderate exposure around 250,000 won per hour."
"Nipple exposure or concept pictorials go higher with intensity—up to a million won per hour. Payment right after the shoot, on the spot via transfer. Sound like fair compensation for your efforts?"
Ooh... Not bad at all?
"Yes! I'll do it! Um... is the high-exposure concept pictorial different from AV..?"
"Ah, AV involves direct genital exposure and actual sex acts, but ours is simulated sex acts—basically acting. So it's a bit different from real AV."
"Aha... Got it. Anyway, high exposure it is."
"Alright, then there'll be some physical contact with me, nipple exposure, simulated sex acts, and kissing shots. That okay?"
"Yes! No problem."
"Great, sign here on the consent form, then change into those clothes over there and come out."
The studio was dead quiet—just the photographer alone. In the changing room, I found a white cosplay blouse, blue pleated skirt, and underwear hanging up. I changed without hesitation, pulling up the tight panties last before stepping out.
"Ooh... It suits you perfectly, model."
"Th-thank you... Hehe." His praise made my pussy, still soaked from the earlier massage, grow slick again.
"For this shoot, model, we're staging a scenario where you offer your body to the sports team coach for your boyfriend. Look at my finger here like a tragic heroine."
As he wiggled his finger, my gaze followed instinctively. Click! The sharp shutter sound echoed through the silent studio.
"Perfect, great. Now, imagine I'm the coach—give me that determined heroine face."
He strode up beside me and roughly grabbed my breasts over the uniform blouse.
"Hnght!.."
My body flinched at the sudden touch. I fully immersed myself in the fantasy of sacrificing my body to protect a nonexistent boyfriend. It's for my boyfriend... I have no choice... With a sense of miserable resolve, I threw myself into the shoot.
"Now sit on the bed there, and really convey the sacrifice, humiliation, and helplessness for your boyfriend."
"Urgh... Please keep it secret from my boyfriend... Coach..."
"Ooh, excellent—that emotion, let's go with it."
I followed the photographer's directions into increasingly shameful poses. Though it was just a pictorial shoot, my mind plunged deep into the imagined scenario.
(Haneul, fully immersed in her fantasy)
My boyfriend was a promising pro league draft prospect, but he clashed often with the coach. The coach used it as leverage, framing him for assaulting a junior and threatening permanent expulsion.
"His folks slaved away in the countryside to support him, right? If he gets disciplined and loses his eligibility, how's he gonna face them?"
"Coach, let me beg instead. Can't you help him out just this once?"
"If you're begging, do it right—not just words, show sincerity with your body. Then maybe I can make this paperwork disappear."
"Huh? Coach, what do you—"
"You give, you get, right? If not, whatever—expel him this time."
"N-no! Coach... I'll do it. Just... keep it secret from my boyfriend."
"Touching, really—girlfriend sacrifices like this for her man, and he has no clue."
The coach lumbered over and started groping me over my sailor uniform.
"Urk!.." His creepy hands made me want to resist, but to protect my boyfriend's smile, I bit my lip hard.
"That's it, good posture. Satisfy me, and I'll consider no discipline."
"Yes..."
"Shall we head over there?"
He dragged me forcefully to the bed and sat me down. I wanted to give my first time to my boyfriend... But for him, I surrendered my body to the coach's demands. He roughly shoved me onto the bed.
"Kyaa!"
His hands stripped off my top in one go.
The pretty lingerie I'd bought to impress my boyfriend, my carefully maintained body—it all went to another man first, not him.
"Let's taste these nipples." He teased them lightly with his tongue.
"Haang!♡... Haa.."
"Sluuurp! Haa... So fresh."
"Ugh!.. You really... will cancel the discipline?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll think positive—no worries."
"Kuh, these tits look delicious—sluuuurp!"
"Haaangk!♡.. Haaang!"
His rough caresses held no love, but my lower half grew soaking wet.
"Open your mouth—kiss time."
"Yes.. Mmph..."
Smack—smooch—kiss.My first kiss... like this... To shield my beloved boyfriend's future, I accepted the coach's tongue.
"Pha... So clumsy—never kissed before?"
"No..."
"Adults playing it so pure, huh? Works for me, heh heh." While kneading my breasts, he forced my legs apart, shoved my panties aside, and started sucking my pussy.
"Haaanght!♡ Ah, noo—not there! Haaangk!♡"
My body trembled instinctively, pleasure bursting from the first blatant male caress I'd ever felt. N-no... Feeling it from a guy who's not my boyfriend... This can't be real, I'm not that kind of girl...
The coach, greedily devouring my pussy, whispered with a grin. "Pretty wet for someone 'forced' into this, huh? You were looking forward to it?"
"N-no way. Just get it over with..."
"Right, right. So how much with your boyfriend? First kiss means no sex, I bet."
"Yes... He treated me preciously..."
"Sure, sure—no worries. I know girls like you well; I've eaten plenty. I'll make it good."
He rubbed his cock against my pussy entrance. Squelch— The alien pressure startled me, my body arching.
Plung!
"It huuuurts!! Hngk.."
Tears burst as the heavy sensation tore into me, filling me up. "Hurts? Want me to pull out? Say the word if you wanna cancel."
But for my beloved boyfriend, I had to endure this pain.
"Hngk.. No... Keep going."
The coach smirked, gripped my waist tight, and slammed his hips wildly.
The sense of loss from losing my virginity to a man not my boyfriend, the adulterous thrill, the forced orgasm from loveless cock. Amid tangled emotions, I shook helplessly on the bed, impaled on the coach's dick. This is for my boyfriend...
(End of fantasy)
My disheveled hair and sweat-slicked body lay sprawled on the bed after the prolonged sex simulation. Fake cum and virgin blood props trickled between my thighs to mimic the aftermath. Click.
"Wow, first shoot and it's amazing. Your immersion was top-notch—this is a masterpiece."
Reality was just simulated acts, but my body had been devoured by the fantasy. Zzzing!!
"Haaaanght!♡.."
My womb throbbed inside, demanding cock. Unable to contain the peaking pleasure, I bolted upright on the bed.
"I-I'm just gonna hit the bathroom quick!"
I dashed off without waiting for his reply. Slam. I locked the door, hiked up my skirt, spread my legs over the toilet, roughly wiped off the fake cum and blood with tissue, then shoved three fingers into my sopping-wet pussy hole.
Squelch, squish. "Haaangk!♡ Haaang! Ang!♡"
Reviving the sensation of the fantasy coach's thick cock churning me up, I raked my G-spot mercilessly with three fingers stacked. Squish, squelch, splurch.
"Haaaa!♡ So gooood.. Too gooood!♡"
My moans and wet friction echoed in the tiny bathroom.
Sploosh—spluuush♡ "Ahaaaang!♡ C-cuuuuming!♡"
My walls clenched hotly, squirting clear juices and tide. My whole body quivered in a fierce climax.
"Haa... haa... Still not enough..."
I stepped out without even wiping my juices. The photographer, face flushed—probably from hearing my masturbation—was tidying the studio. I approached him and said,
"Photographer... How about the real thing instead of simulated? No pay needed♡"
