Porn Filming (2)
Hyunwoo stared at his master with utter pity, as if she were blatantly trying to pull off something utterly ridiculous.
"Master, I swear I've told you several times not to do weird shit."
"I've told you several times not to talk to your master like that! You gonna keep being such a cheeky little shit?"
Whenever things got dicey, she bolted first. Deep down, he wanted to give her a good smack upside the head. The only thing that pissed Hyunwoo off was the overwhelming level gap between him and his master.
"What the hell do you even want out of filming this crap...? Like I'm gonna live some life of luxury or something."
"Uhihihit."
"...Now you're not even answering. Haah, fine. If that's what you want, we'll film it. But I have conditions."
Of course, Hyunwoo had no real choice. Ryu Ga-eul was the type who got what she wanted, no matter what she had to give up.
"No face shots, and no gangbangs."
"Face I get, but why no gangbangs?"
"Just hate it. I'd die of exhaustion. It's not one or two horny people—it's a ton of them."
No matter how fit he got, he couldn't match the stamina of a level 89 player like Ryu Ga-eul.
And on top of that, clones too? God forbid... He'd take another 24-hour blackout fuckfest any day.
"You're turning me into a total sex monster."
"If you hate it that much, don't do it. See ya."
"Ah, wait! I accept the conditions! C'mon, why make your big sis so antsy?"
On the surface, their relationship was master-disciple, top and bottom. But it wasn't a clear hierarchy.
More like a married couple.
Ryu Ga-eul was obviously the stronger one. Her social status dwarfed his too. But she usually granted her disciple's requests.
Otherwise, no sex for him.
Forcing it with raw power might get her off physically, but that wasn't the scenario she craved.
Fuck... This little punk's right on the verge of breaking. Why the hell won't he just submit?
Ryu Ga-eul chewed her lower lip at how he negotiated every tiny detail.
Compared to the start, he barely resisted anymore. Sometimes it even looked like he enjoyed it.
His attitude had softened, but Hyunwoo still wasn't truly into sex.
So close, yet so far. Dammit...
A little more progress, and she'd have him. But it felt impossible right now...
Still, Ryu Ga-eul never gave up. At first, Hyunwoo hated sex. Now? He dove right in once it started.
So eventually, he'd come to genuinely love it too.
"First, let's make an SNS account."
"Huh?"
"It's a crucial step."
Yeah, crucial. For corrupting Hyunwoo.
First, Master edited some pre-filmed videos and photos, then uploaded them to the new SNS account. She left it alone for about two weeks.
Unlike mainstream spots like Instagram or Facebook, this was a super closed-off platform where shady videos and posts popped up all the time.
"Hyunwoo? C'mere."
"Yeah."
When he approached, Master spun her laptop screen toward him.
The account name hit me like a truck. I immediately confronted Ryu Ga-eul.
"Might as well advertise it's me! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Calm down. No one's gonna think it's you."
"This... this body type? Active male player? Pretty sure that's just me, Master?"
If those photos went up like this, disaster was guaranteed. Last thing I wanted—everyone knowing I filmed porn! Nothing more humiliating.
"That's why I used this item. No one will know it's you."
She pulled out yet another insanely expensive-looking item. Sometimes I wondered if Master became Korea's strongest just on skill alone.
She had a mountain of items, and mastery over them—that was her true power.
The title Sword Saint wasn't for show...
◈ Deletes the existence of the designated person in photos and videos from the world.
◈ This effect does not apply to players wearing the same necklace.
I wondered what "existence deletion" meant—until I saw it in action.
"...Ah."
"Pretty wild, right? That's definitely you in the video. You know it in your head."
"But it feels so off. Like it's not me... not really me...!"
It was like watching a movie actor imitating me. No—even stranger.
If I didn't know better, I'd think it was just some porn shot in this world.
"Anyone with no context wouldn't know it's me."
"Exactly. Super important point."
"Still feels ominous. Anyone with that necklace could spot me anytime."
"That'll never happen, so shut it."
Right. Gotta trust Master. No way I'd assume otherwise.
"Uhuhuhuhu."
"Don't laugh like such a perv. That fun, huh?"
"Obviously. Fuck! My dream's finally coming true."
"Your body's in it too. You into showing your naked self to strangers?"
"Yours shows way more than mine!"
End result's the same, right? In this gender-flipped world, women saw things differently than my old one anyway. Not a big deal.
"Anyway, check this out. Already tons of bitches biting the bait."
"Haha... They're all totally nuts."
Just two weeks in, and this private SNS account had 20,000 followers.
Not 200, not 2,000—20,000!
Even more insane considering how closed-off the platform was.
My jaw dropped on its own.
"Didn't know so many women were into tiny, fragile bodies like mine. Thought it was just you, Master."
"What're you implying?"
"Nothing. Just saying there are more like you out there."
All potential criminals, right? Honestly, my body's on the small side—not mainstream tastes.
"Wanna read the comments? Wow... Real pervs everywhere. Tons dying to pay and fuck you."
The comments were proof Korea was rotten to the core. Made my skin crawl just looking.
I let out a deep sigh. Was this okay?
Had Korea fallen this far? Lock 'em all up. That's how society gets healthy.
"Wanna throw 'em all in jail."
"That's your takeaway? Lemme show you—this is just the beginning."
"Huh...?"
Master uploaded a new post to the SNS.
Short and sweet, but views skyrocketed. Hit 10,000 in ten minutes flat.
There had to be a reason for this madness...
"No way a single video costs... 50,000 won?! That's insane."
"Gotta charge that much."
The porn site Master used charged cash per video.
Ridiculously pricey. 50,000 won for 20 minutes? That's like 40 won per second.
"Who in their right mind buys this...?"
They did.
About an hour after the link dropped, purchases climbed steadily—into the four digits.
"Holy shit."
50,000 won each.
10 views: 500,000 won. 100: 5 million. 1,000: oh, 50 million?
"This is fucking nuts!?"
I yelled without thinking. My sense of money went numb.
"Uh... Master, how much of this do I get?"
"1%."
"...Stingy."
"Don't like it? Don't owe me money."
That was the moment I understood why the rich get richer.