Would It Be All Right?
Would it be all right if I did it?
Model conditions.
The question carried two meanings at once. The qualifications required to work as a model — or the terms under which a model got paid to shoot. Cha Yuna had almost certainly meant the latter.
Every time the donation alerts and messages I'd rigged went off in the middle of sex, her face had wavered.
She watched it happen right in front of her, over and over. A few hours of sex, and the girl walks off with ten million won plus several million more. If that didn't shake her, she wouldn't be human.
I placed the call. Kanna's silent laughter — she was split open beneath me, still taking every inch — traveled up through the writhing clench of the flesh wrapped thick around my cock.
"Yuna?"
"Yeah. Talk."
I played dumb and rattled off the qualifications for being a model, one after another.
"First off, she has to be tall and pretty. 165 centimeters or up. Big breasts are a plus, but surgical ones are out. Facial work is fine so long as it's natural and doesn't show at all. And also..."
"Hey! Hold on, hold on!"
Yuna cut me off, flustered.
"What? I'm telling you the model requirements. You have any idea how particular our VIPs are?"
"I know, I know. What I meant was... I was asking about the terms. How a model gets treated."
"You got somebody around you who could do it?"
"...If we don't want a no-show, even I have to start looking. You said if there's no broadcast that week, it's unpaid leave. And the weekly pay is a whopping 2.5 million won."
"Right. I'd appreciate you keeping an eye out too. If I take the week off, it's unpaid leave for me as well. Fine, I'll start with the terms. Though you already know most of it, don't you?"
"...I'm going to have to explain it properly to anyone who actually seems worth asking."
"First she has to pass the interview. Pass that, and the daily appearance fee is ten million won. Donation money that pops off goes entirely to the model, obviously. You already know we broadcast Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but there are also days we open a pop-up broadcast on a weekday evening."
"A pop-up? Did Saika Kanna do weekday pop-ups too?"
"Yeah. Those are simple, so I didn't need your help. That's why I didn't call you in."
She'd be swallowing hard on the other end right about now. She'd thought the base pay was thirty million for Friday through Sunday, and here she was hearing we'd been picking up work on weekdays too, in the cracks between.
"Weekday pop-ups are short, so they don't blow up the way weekends do. There's no separate appearance fee, just donations, but even then it's usually at least a few million."
"...Even a few million on a weekday is huge. Okay. But... is it always no condom, and only finishing inside?"
"Yeah. That's non-negotiable. Covering the face with an eye mask, that can't be helped, but if they use a condom, what's the fun for the VIPs watching?"
"I see..."
"And also..."
I walked her through the details, one condition after another. What it took to work as a model. What a model got in return.
"Obviously, no minors. We'll verify everything, right down to a forged ID."
"Are you insane? I would never suggest something like that to a minor I know!"
Saika Kanna, with me buried inside her, laughed like she was about to flip over, twisting her body this way and that. The soaked, obscene folds clung to my shaft and squeezed in tight pulses, as if they were howling with laughter themselves.
"Ngh..."
I couldn't hold it. I came again, flooding Saika Kanna's womb to the brim.
Running a voice-phishing con to lure my childhood friend into working as a sex model, while pouring cum into a slender 177-centimeter body — I-cup, breasts that size — and a pussy that bit down and wouldn't let go. As a man, how was I supposed to be anything but unbearably turned on, hard enough to ache?
"Hey? What's going on?"
A note of alarm had crept into Yuna's voice. She'd startled at the moan I'd let slip, without meaning to, as I came.
"Nothing. My leg just went numb all of a sudden. I pushed myself pretty hard today."
"R-right. You did push yourself a lot today."
"Anyway, I'll keep you posted on whether Saika Kanna makes it back by Friday. I'm going to look for a new model as hard as I can, in case of a no-show, but just in case, you look around too."
"...Okay. I don't know if there's anyone around me who could do it. Don't get your hopes up."
"I'm not expecting much either. Would any of the girls around you even do something like this?"
She didn't answer.
We hung up, and only then did Saika Kanna let loose the laugh she'd been holding in. Pinned beneath me, she cackled until the tears came, and the pleasure slamming into my glans — still raw inside that firm, springy body, hypersensitive from the orgasm I'd just had — felt like it might wreck me.
"Kyahaha! Eunseok, you're too funny! I'm dying. I absolutely have to know how this ends for the two of you. Would it be all right if I checked in now and then, even after I go back to Japan?"
"Anytime. If it works out, I'll tell you."
We laughed for a long while with me still inside her, and then our eyes met again.
"..."
"..."
The laughter left both our faces. What rose in its place was a flame — the last lust of a man and a woman who would part tomorrow.
We kissed and pulled each other in deep. The smooth thighs of her body wound around my waist, and her arms wrapped my back as if to say she would not let me escape. Until morning, I never pulled out of the deep, damp place inside her.
Monday. I saw Saika Kanna off.
Feels empty.
For the past ten days, I had spent my lust as freely as I wanted through Saika Kanna's body. Night or day, whenever my balls filled with cum, I could shake it all out inside her and drop the gauge on my desire. In front of Cha Yuna, the sex had been intense, yes, but still romantic. After Yuna went home, we had mated like animals and burned the pleasure off that way.
And then, in a single moment, the outlet was gone.
Should I hit up some camgirls?
I shook my head almost at once. My body had reached a point where internet camgirls — faces that couldn't hide the plastic surgery, physiques to match — could no longer satisfy me.
Hong Seoeun...
The first sponsored girl whose virginity I'd taken. I pulled up the profile photo on her contact. A glamorous album-style shot, obviously taken in a professional studio, was set as her picture. The visual center of a small-label idol lineup, once upon a time.
Doesn't look like she's blocked me.
I stepped into the studio sex room, sat down in front of the multi-monitor wall, and played the sex videos I'd shot to my heart's content with Saika Kanna. A bank of large 4K screens filled the entire wall, each one running a different video.
Lust boiled up out of nowhere, and for a second I wanted to jerk off. I stopped myself at once.
It's only a few days. Let me hold out just this once.
Friday this week was the decisive day. That was when I would take Cha Yuna, no matter what. I couldn't hold out any longer than that. I spent the whole day watching my memories with Saika Kanna and letting the hours pass.
Should've filmed sex videos with Hong Seoeun too. Suddenly I want to see her.
From Monday through Wednesday, I deliberately didn't contact Cha Yuna. The point was to wind her anxiety as tight as it would go.
Then Thursday. I went out near her house and called her to come meet me.
Been a long time since I set foot near the family house. I really ought to get someone in to clean.
One look at what Cha Yuna was wearing and I doubted my own eyes.
"You come from some important event?"
"An internship event. So I put in a little effort."
"You're a freshman and you're already going to those? I thought you wanted to be a professor."
"I do, but if the school holds an event, you show up."
Had she really come from an internship event? When had she even gotten home, that she still hadn't changed?
Wait. What if—
The thought struck all at once. What if she hadn't come from a daytime internship event at school at all, and had dressed like that on purpose, to look good for me?
Yuna was in a prim, straight-cut miniskirt and a blouse fitted tight enough to show the line of her waist. Nude stockings ran down from the hem of the skirt, and the smooth length of her legs carried a faintly obscene pull. Two buttons of the blouse were undone, just barely baring her collarbones, and if you looked closely, black underwear showed through. At a glance it was a neat interview outfit. Underneath that, a quiet, strange sexiness ran through it — clothes aimed straight at a man's weakness.
She's never once gone around dressed like this.
We sat down at a table at an outdoor cafe in the neighborhood.
"So why'd you want to meet?"
"Looks like Kanna definitely won't make it this week. High chance next week is the same."
"Really? It's that bad?"
"Yeah. She says she'll come back once her family has fully recovered, but I didn't feel right pressing for more than that."
"Right. Digging too deep into a model's private business wouldn't end well."
I put on a show of agonizing over it, then started to talk as if I were finally coming clean.
"Truth is, I interviewed a few people."
"You did?"
A faintly disappointed voice. I hoped I wasn't imagining it.
"But every last one of them was missing something. You know how it is. Our VIPs have extremely high standards."
"Seems like it. I was genuinely shocked when I saw Saika myself."
"Come on, that's laying it on thick. Honestly, if you look at the face alone, you're better."
"Park Eunseok, at least you've got an eye. Of course my face is better."
For a moment we looked at each other and laughed, easy as ordinary childhood friends. Then I put the serious face back on and explained.
"I've kept the models I interviewed on hold, but if I put them in as they are, the VIPs are going to be disappointed. I'd rather go dark this weekend, if it comes to that, and keep looking."
"So this week I'm on unpaid leave."
"Same for me."
The only sound was Yuna quietly sucking her coffee through a straw. Serious worry and hesitation shadowed her face, but I pretended not to see and went on airing only my own troubles.
"Hey, but is the model fee really ten million a day? And she keeps all the donations?"
"That's what I said. How many times do I have to say it?"
"So, um. I know this one really pretty girl."
"Really?"
I put on my best show of lighting up and leaned in hard.
"What kind of girl? How pretty is she? Can I see a photo right now? Nothing retouched. What's her height, and her measurements?"
"The thing is, she's a virgin. Would that still be okay?"
Yuna started watching my face, testing the air. I swallowed the laugh that wanted to burst out and answered seriously, as if I had no idea what she was doing.
"Show our VIPs virgin blood and their eyes roll straight back in their heads. The donations would blow up past anything Kanna did on her first day. But would a virgin actually want to do it?"
"She probably would. She's not in a position to be picky about the circumstances right now."
"Hmm. Can I see a photo first?"
Of course she didn't show me a photo. She picked at the details instead, one question after another.
"She'd only have to deal with you the whole time, right? She'd be sick at the idea of going from this guy to that guy and picking up an STD."
"Hey, I'm a man too. Call it work all you want — a woman I've already fucked, I'm not sharing her with some other guy."
Yuna clenched her fist and trembled, then dropped her eyes and said, small:
"She might want to do it just once and be done."
"Doesn't matter. What matters right now is that tomorrow doesn't fall through."
"She is never going to take the mask off."
"That's a model's right. I never force it."
"The man really doesn't change, right? You have to be completely sure about this one."
At that, I faltered for a second. Maybe, more than anything else, what Yuna cared about most was that her partner would be me and only me.
I met her eyes and said it straight.
"The partner never changes. Never. No other man is coming into a studio I run. Not under any circumstances."
Yuna looked away. And in a voice that shrank as it came out, she said: