Chapter 23@5: The Innocent Busty Girl Whispers Filthy Words Right in My Ear...
I checked out the SNS link on her application. The photos she'd posted there weren't much different from the ones in her profile. She hadn't doctored them up just for the submission, it seemed.
I took a moment to scroll through her feed. Did she love taking pictures or something? There were a ton of them. Mostly everyday life shots. No trendy flexing with fancy restaurants or cosmetics—none of that common influencer bullshit. Just simple records of her daily routine.
Well, she was still young, after all. Photos with friends her age looking all chummy, family vacation snaps—that kind of thing dominated. Even the restaurant pics that popped up now and then were just local dives or chain spots you could find anywhere. Not exactly "foodie influencer" material.
So, no self-aggrandizing posts or those perfectly posed, filtered glamour shots that were everywhere these days. It felt like peeking into a normal photo album. And yet, browsing her SNS was a total pleasure.
Obviously, because the star of the show was so damn appealing.
She wasn't tall. According to her application, she was on the shorter side for girls her age. Models and applicants like her often fudged their height up a smidge, so she might even be shorter than listed.
But her head was small, giving her killer proportions overall. Her petite stature was no issue at all.
Her figure was solid too. With tits that massive, you'd expect the rest of her to be chunky, but nope—everything except those breasts was pretty slim.
Still, the real showstopper was her enormous rack. How to describe it? Like... her body had three faces attached. Or two big balls and one little one. Her boobs were blatantly bigger than her face.
No matter what she wore, your eyes went straight to her chest. Not my fault. Those tits existed to be stared at.
"Hmm... is this for real?"
Pretty girls are a dime a dozen. Big-titted girls too. But pretty and big-titted? Rare as hell. Probably because staying slim for that pretty look usually means slimming down the chest too.
Digging through her SNS, I found a handful of swimsuit pics. Yeah, massive boobs with a pretty decent body. Slim waist, hips that knew how to make a statement. What was it? Like an idealized figure that shouldn't exist in reality?
Maybe. Which made me suspect the girl in those photos might not even be real.
In this day and age, trusting SNS pics was for suckers. Apps made editing a snap, and anyone with decent Photoshop skills could craft a whole new "you."
Honestly, only tech noobs posted unedited shots. From what I'd seen, even the busty beauties blowing up online usually had real tits but bodies that ballooned out 50% wider in person.
Submitting heavily edited pics for modeling gigs? Happens all the time. Not shocking. They edit so much they start believing it's them.
"The pics we post online are all edited anyway, right?"
I'd heard that bold defense plenty. Sure, we edit. But minimally—can't ruin the clothes' fit. Their "editing" and pro work were worlds apart.
Probably the same here. Photoshop had ruined the world. Judging people from pics alone was impossible without seeing them in person.
Some submissions were insane: backgrounds warping like funhouse mirrors, proportions smashed, different people in each shot, or airbrushed into dolls. But hers didn't seem that bad...
I scrutinized her photos one by one again. I'd shot plenty myself and knew the tools inside out. So I had a decent eye.
Definitely... no heavy editing. Couldn't swear there was zero, but it wasn't altered to the point of not being her.
That's why I'd called her in. I hunted for full-body shots on her SNS, zeroing in on hands and feet. Best way to spot if someone's packing extra weight. Feet especially—Photoshop can't hide chubby ones easily.
Fatties who post body shots always hide their feet. They know it gives them away. Poses with feet back, or shoes covering toes.
But not this girl. Lots of barefoot pics. Minimal skin showing overall. The few swimsuits were one-pieces. And in anything revealing up top, she kept covering her chest.
Made me think her huge tits drew too much attention, so she favored covering clothes. Didn't help much, though.
But she had no qualms about leg exposure. Short pants, skirts—she rocked 'em. And those legs? Sleek. No fatty lines on calves, thighs, or feet.
Her pedicured fingers and toes? No way she was chubby.
Still, could all be edited. Judgment reserved. Only way to know for sure: see her myself.
I did. It was real.
Not exactly like her profile pics—face a bit rounder, lines softer—but totally believable.
Most importantly, the face size and tit scale matched perfectly. A fist-sized face with boobs that big? Possible?
I'd been with plenty of women, but this was a first. Tits way bigger than her head.
Suddenly, someone came to mind. That actress who'd dominated the AV scene for years with her massive rack and pretty face.
This girl looked super youthful. Well, just turned twenty, so yeah. Even accounting for age, she seemed cute and innocent.
Her face and chest didn't match at all.
"Hello! I'm Kim Ji-yeon."
Her bright, high-pitched voice tickled my ear.
"Have a seat for a bit. It'll take a little longer to get ready."
The people checking her out hadn't come down yet.
"Yes, pro!"
Her reply was super chirpy.
"Oh, no need for 'pro' or anything. Just Youngwoong is fine."
"Got it."
"Want something to drink, anyway?"
"Thanks. I was rushing over, so I'm kinda sweaty."
"Something cool? Or ice-cold?"
"Hmm... cool? Nah, ice-cold!"
Chatting at the table, she came off bubbly without a single rough edge.
"Ever modeled on other sites or marketplaces?"
"Nope, first time. I just started college this year, so aside from phone selfies, total newbie."
"Makes sense. But with your proportions, Ji-yeon, you could be great."
"Thanks! I really wanna do this. Modeling. Well... can't just do it 'cause I want to, but I'll work hard."
"Sure. For today's test shoot, what are you okay with? We do regular clothes, but also lingerie and swimsuits."
Not through an agency, so had to clarify upfront. No forcing awkward shots—keep it comfy, gauge her vibe.
These days, almost no aspiring model balks at lingerie. Not like the 20th century. Most post bikini pics on SNS without hesitation anyway.
Rejections usually came from image concerns. Sure, even celebs do lingerie—what image?—but people think differently.
"Hmm... honestly, not confident in lingerie or bikinis..."
Sometimes it happened. Guess she was one. Fair at twenty.
"To be real... my body's too exposed in those."
She seemed worried about her chest showing.
From our short talk, I'd clocked her chest complex.
"We'll skip those then."
"But... testing them might help for modeling gigs, right?"
"Dunno. I don't handle that side, but probably not a big deal?"
We weren't some sleazy porn outfit stripping clueless girls.
"Still... gotta get used to it for modeling?"
She agonized, then decided to try lingerie too.
"Say the word if it's too much."
She was young; I had to be careful.
"Thanks for looking out."
Sweet, polite girl. More mature than most twenty-year-olds—I was giving her bonus points unconsciously.
Soon, three women entered the studio. Boss lady, exec director, manager... the top brass.
Boss handled overall ops, office dresses, ladies' wear. Exec did lingerie and bikinis. Manager: casuals and marketplace.
Young company—leadership doubled as hands-on staff. Even model approvals like this.
Made sense. Shopping malls ran on photos. Clothes mattered, but models just as much.
Most malls sold similar stuff. Own designs? Not that common or unique.
What separated winners? Models, big time. One switch could tank or boost sales.
So they obsessed over models like product.
Quick greetings, then test shooting. Dressed her in their picks. Watched, snapped, reviewed on screen.
"Not for us, I think."
Boss spoke first. My thoughts exactly.
Youthful face? Fine. But tits were the issue. They swallowed the clothes.
Especially bad for office looks or ladies' wear needing mature elegance. Came off too sexual.
"Lingerie'd be tough... too huge."
"Casuals aren't bad... but IDK."
All three negative.
For gravure emphasizing sexiness? Maybe. But fashion modeling? Monster tits were a minus.
The women murmured critiques out of earshot. I caught bits while shooting per their requests, sensing this gem had no shot.
"Thanks for your time."
Boss bailed first. Ladies' wear vetoed, apparently.
"I'm heading up too."
Even casuals tapped out sooner than expected.
"Try these."
Exec ordered lingerie trials. Aspiring model Ji-yeon, despite earlier nerves, slipped into the revealing sets and hustled to impress.
I was kinda impressed. Figured she'd be blushing hard by now... but glimpses of pro potential shone through.