Chapter 100
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Full Moon
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The atmosphere on set was much softer than Luna had expected.
By the time she actually arrived, her heart felt like it was about to burst right up until the door swung open.
She'd imagined a dark, sticky space, maybe even a bit decadent.
But what unfolded before her eyes was the complete opposite of her expectations.
A lively vibe buzzing with energy, everyone cheering each other on.
The staff's cheerful laughter filled the studio.
It was impossible to believe this was the set for a magazine that mostly published risqué spreads.
And the best part, especially...
"Oh, Luna! You're here. Let me show you around."
The stylist greeting her, the staff adjusting the lights, even the photographer checking the camera in the distance.
Every single person working here was a woman.
That was the part Elise had raved about endlessly.
It really is okay.
Luna found herself smiling faintly without realizing it.
First up was Elise.
The concept was simple.
A schoolgirl heading to class with toast in her mouth. Fresh and innocent was the key.
"Should we unbutton this a bit more?"
But Elise wasn't satisfied and kept trying to undo the buttons on her crisp white blouse.
"No, no! Save that for later!"
The camera director laughed and stopped her, so Elise wrapped up the first shoot with a perfectly pure vibe.
In front of the camera, she was like a fish in water—free and bold.
Luna thought she looked incredibly cool.
We're twins, born from the same womb on the same day... How can we be so different?
'Can I... really do this?'
She couldn't help but worry.
But the worry didn't last long.
Next up: Luna.
Same concept.
"Alright, Luna. Just relax. Pretend you're waking up in the morning and heading to college..."
"The Academy."
The assistant director corrected from the side.
"Ah, right, right. Heading to the Academy."
The staff handed her a warm piece of toast, but Luna's body was rigid as stone.
Dozens of lights and camera lenses.
Even the prop walls mimicking a school fence.
The sensation of all those eyes pouring only onto her was suffocating.
This was worlds apart from the pressure during interviews or Hunter work, where attention focused on her skills and strength.
Here, they were dissecting her charm, her body itself.
"......"
Just as her throat burned from tension.
- Tap tap.
Elise sidled up and playfully patted Luna's stiff butt.
"Sis."
"Yeah...?"
Elise figured she needed to boost her sister's courage.
So, a word of encouragement.
"You know what?"
"What...?"
"You're the hottest, sis."
"Huh?!"
"No matter what you do."
Elise giggled and added,
"You've got that talent for driving guys insane."
"......"
Elise whispered in her ear.
"So, just do whatever you want."
It wasn't exactly courage-boosting.
Her face just turned beet red instead.
But somehow, Luna felt the will to take a step forward.
And finally, she did.
"Alright, shooting starts now~"
Once it began, the awkwardness faded surprisingly fast.
She overheard staff whispering that she had 'talent,' but she ignored it.
She was just feeling this moment.
That she, as she was... could be loved.
That was enough.
That was when Luna, toast in mouth, reached the school gate set.
Suddenly.
"Sis! Teacher's here!"
Elise's urgent voice rang out from across the set.
Luna instinctively whipped her head and body around to look.
Her heart plummeted. Of course the teacher couldn't be here.
But her rational mind failed to kick in and sort fact from fiction.
Instead, one thought flashed through.
I'm looking super cute right now.
But greeting her there was Elise.
Framing a rectangle with her thumbs and index fingers, posing like she was snapping a photo.
Elise muttered with a cheeky grin.
- Click.
The flash shutter sounded.
"Gotcha."
All the Yeongjang staff's eyes snapped to the photo monitor.
A few faces flushed red.
On the screen: Luna, mid-turn from the sudden call, skirt fluttering high from the dynamic spin...
Revealing her white panties below.
The camera director was a total pro.
"Ugh...!"
Luna's face turned crimson like a persimmon in seconds.
She plopped down right there, hiding her face in her hands.
"Alright, first shoot done!! Short break, then next concept~"
The photographer's upbeat voice echoed through the studio.
Staff bustled about preparing the next setup.
Then the culprit skipped over and whispered in her ear.
"Aw, no carrot panties? Bummer."
Even sweet, kind Luna—who ranked second to none—couldn't hold back.
"Elise...!"
Luna sprang up and chased her gleefully fleeing sister at full speed.
After a few minutes' break.
More concepts followed.
A sleepy bunny dozing off with a book in the library on a lazy afternoon.
A sentimental bunny gazing out the window on a rainy day.
Even bunnies huddled together studying with exams looming.
The shoot turned out way more fun than Luna expected.
The initial stiffness melted away thanks to Elise's mischievous prank.
Before she knew it, Luna was laughing, chatting, and striking natural poses in front of the camera.
She realized it was all to help her relax, but...
She wouldn't forgive her.
'My panties...'
When all the shoots wrapped, Luna stood before the dressing room mirror, gazing at herself.
Her cheeks faintly flushed.
A pleasant fatigue and an unfamiliar pride.
Sure, there were mortifying moments she wanted to die from, but oddly... she didn't hate it.
If anything, it felt liberating.
As she savored that sense of stepping out into the world.
"Luna~"
Someone knocked on the dressing room door.
"Yes."
The lead photographer stood outside.
"Now... for the final shoot."
Already?
Originally, Luna wasn't part of the last one.
But yesterday, she'd hastily added it herself.
This was her true challenge—the one demanding the most courage.
The photographer seemed to sense her resolve and asked gently,
"If you change your mind even now, we don't have to..."
"No."
Luna shook her head without hesitation.
The photographer nodded, relieved.
"First-timers with this vibe usually struggle a lot, get all flustered."
She offered some advice.
"Don't think about the camera. Treat us staff like background. The key right now is your mindset, Luna. What matters is what you're thinking."
"Who is this photo really for?"
In other words, get your head in the game.
"Who do you want seeing this? Is there someone you want to show it to?"
At the question, one face surfaced in Luna's mind.
From start to finish.
Luna closed her eyes.
This wasn't shameful exposure.
Just capturing her heart... her will... through the lens.
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes.
"Yes."
She looked at the photographer and said,
"Let's start."
Out on set, Luna first took in Elise's bonus shots, already underway.
A seamless concept.
After school: secret tutoring with the professor.
Elise sat by the window, slowly unbuttoning her blouse from the top.
She turned her back to the camera, revealing only her back and slender shoulders.
The shirt slipped just enough to tease the strap of her black bra.
Minimal exposure, but that made the subtle sexiness explode.
- Click, click.
The shutter echoed through the set.
Elise's shoot... ended in a flash.
Now, Luna's turn.
Her concept: after-school counseling. A student on the sofa, chatting with an unseen professor across from her.
Ironically, 'counseling' again.
Guided by staff, Luna carefully settled into the plush leather sofa.
Straight ahead: countless lights and cold camera lenses trained on her.
Luna focused.
The photographer called out directions.
'More relaxed,' 'Like you're troubled,' 'Trusting and leaning on the teacher.'
But.
What do I want?
Luna thought.
That's not it.
Counseling was over.
She wasn't here to heal old wounds anymore.
Right.
...Not counseling.
The realization hit.
Luna slowly lay back on the sofa.
- Luna?
Staff voices sounded startled, but she ignored them.
The director gestured to hold them back.
Luna's gaze pierced beyond the lens, fixed on that one absent person.
And.
- Pop... pop...
She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse from the top, one by one.
First button: her white nape exposed.
Second: the upper edge of her bra.
What was she seeing beyond the camera now?
A needy voice slipped from her red lips.
"Tea... cher..."
If this still looked like acting... they'd be dead wrong.
The photographer swiftly signaled the staff.
'Shoot.'
Capture it all.
- Click... click...
A pose like seducing someone from her recline.
Not according to plan, no props used.
Nothing premeditated—an utter improvisation.
Yet in this imperfect shoot.
Luna's pictorial...
Was utterly perfect.