Chapter 24: The Busty Innocent Girl Whispers Filthy Words Right in My Ear...

"Hmm... what a dilemma..."

The executive director pondered.

From what I heard, it turned out he'd personally requested this aspiring model for today. He was thinking of putting Ji-yeon in plus-size lingerie and bikinis. Lately, with so many fit women around, extra-large sizes were selling pretty well, so he was paying more attention to that segment.

But using a genuinely plump extra-large model would tank sales, obviously. On the other hand, having our usual slim models wear oversized lingerie just looked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠awkward. So Ji-yeon seemed perfect... but...

"Sexy, right?" the director asked me.

"Yeah. It's the kind of body guys would love."

"Exactly."

Lingerie shopping malls fall into two main categories: sexy concept and luxury concept. Ours, naturally, is the latter. But damn, this girl looked smoking hot stripped down like that. Dynamite! Any red-blooded man would go nuts for a body like hers. It'd be fine for a sexy-concept site—those places have tons of male customers anyway. But our company's lingerie mall is mostly women shoppers. Deep dilemma.

"Send me the photos later," the director said as he headed out.

"How was it? Tough, huh?"

Once all the execs were gone, I let her know it was over.

"Phew... I was a little nervous. Mind if I sit for a sec?"

She plopped into a chair, lifting one leg and rubbing her thigh while bending at the waist. She'd probably overdone it during the shoot.

Whoa... uh...

She was still in her lingerie. The bra—lace and mesh at the director's request—exposed half her tits, and the panties were pretty revealing even for our ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠line. So there she was, practically flashing those massive, bursting breasts, sitting just a few meters away.

Hot as hell. I seriously wondered if I was about to get a nosebleed.

She'd seemed so embarrassed earlier, but was she adapting already? Sitting close in her undies didn't faze her much. Though, thinking about it, she'd been parading around in front of me for ages now—getting shy at this point would be weirder.

"This is actually my first time modeling lingerie."

I could've guessed even without her saying. She had zero experience with poses, so I'd had to direct her step by step in detail. When she first stepped under the lights in that outfit, she couldn't even meet my eyes.

But now? Way more relaxed.

"It's all thanks to you, Mr. Yeong-woong. You made me feel so at ease—the pressure's gone."

I'd told her to just call me Yeong-woong casually, but she couldn't quite do it, so whatever.

"It's not just me. Photographers always try to keep models comfortable, so don't stress too much even with others."

"Still, thank you. But... could you talk more casually to me? I'm way younger... it makes me uncomfortable."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

She beamed again.

"Oh. Can I check those out?"

She pointed at the tablet where the fresh shots had uploaded.

"Go ahead."

Ji-yeon swiped through eagerly, checking herself out.

"Whoa! I look so pretty!"

She loved them. Good. Unlike during the shoot, her face lit up with a huge smile—irresistibly charming. Come to think of it, she'd been tense around the president and director, but now that it was just us, she was smiling tons. Pretty, sweet personality, massive tits. What more could you want? Oh, right—I'd bet half the world's guys would do anything to claim this girl for themselves. I'd stake my fortune on it.

Hmm? But how much would it actually ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠take? To make her mine?

Whoa! That's huge. Her tits were massive, sure, but the guarantee was too—three times Eun-hee or Bora's. Worth it? Absolutely. As a guy, I knew those tits were worth every penny.

And without thinking, I found myself holding the Casting Card <Active Protagonist> while staring at her, her name in mind.

The card vanished from my hand.

The die was cast.

"So, how'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I do today?"

After browsing the photos, she asked.

"Pretty good. The president and director seemed pleased, so no worries."

I already planned to fuck her, so no need to sour the mood. I could've been brutally honest, dangled false hope, and lured her somewhere private... but nah. The card I'd used was <Active Protagonist>. I wanted a happy hour with this girl today.

"Thank you. It's 'cause Oppa made me look so pretty."

Even her words were cute. Watching this innocent young thing—barely covered—approach me, ask questions, light up at my replies... something warm welled up from deep inside.

Aah! What was this feeling? Yeah—like salvation.

Hmm... if I buried my face in those tits, I'd feel it even better, right?

"Um... Oppa."

Caught staring at her chest, I snapped up to see her frowning slightly at me.

"Yeah?"

"About the photos from today..."

"What? Any you don't like?"

I fought the urge to glance down, locking eyes.

"No, I love them so much... could you send some to me? And no matter what happens here, I wanna model. I wanna use your shots as my profile pics..."

"Sure, no problem. Hell, want a few more?"

"Really? Thank you!"

She bowed deeply.

"Change into whatever you want and come back."

"I'll just stay like this. Thinking about it, more shots like these would be better. Gotta get used to it for modeling. But I'm nervous with others... with Oppa, it'll be easier."

She stuck out her tongue playfully.

For real! This girl had a way with words. Made you feel good just listening.

"Think so?"

"Yup!"

She dashed to the lights.

Her vibe felt different now—more relaxed? A bit cheeky? And she'd switched to "Oppa" without me noticing. The casting card was definitely working its magic.

"How about poses you want this time?"

"Yessir!"

Click! Click! Click!

She struck poses eagerly as I snapped away. Not satisfied, she tried on every spare lingerie set, posing up a storm.

"Thanks. But didn't I take up too much of your time today, Oppa?"

"Nah. Work ended early anyway, and shooting with you was fun."

True. Just eyeing this cute, busty girl in lingerie was pure healing. And yeah... got me hard too.

"You're so nice. Shooting with you made lingerie pics way less scary."

"Good to hear."

"Didn't know this... but taking naughty shots is so fun. Like, I feel all grown up."

She giggled.

Her laugh disarmed me completely. Naughty pics fun? Hmm... how much was the <Active Protagonist> card influencing that?

"Honestly, guys sneaking peeks at my chest always pissed me off. Hated the idea of these shoots. But posing in just lingerie for Oppa... it feels weirdly good."

Her eyes glistened. Something thick, intense—rare for her age—hung in the air.

"First time feeling like this, dunno how to describe it. Your eyes... being seen like that doesn't feel all bad... Ah! What? Why am I rambling?!"

She burst out laughing at herself.

"Eung! I'm so weird today! Is it the fun of shooting or Oppa? Anyway, shooting with you feels great."

"Glad. Take as many as you want."

"Re~ally?"

She drew out the syllables, face full of mischief. Now she looked her age. Earlier, she'd seemed mature beyond her years... but now that she felt comfy with me, her real self was shining.

Made sense. First time modeling, crashing a company—she'd been trying to act grown-up till now.

"Yeah. As many as you want."

"Hmm~ I wanna~ take some! Naughty pics! Kyahaha! I said it! I said it!"

Energy overload.

"Alright. Whatever you want. I'll give you all the shots—no leaks or anything."

"Eung! You can keep 'em too, Oppa! Honestly, your pervy stares are kinda fun!"

Wha... really? Well, couldn't hide it anyway.

"Was I that pervy?"

"I'm sensitive to guys' eyes."

I knew. With tits like that, she'd drawn stares unwillingly—must've sucked as a kid.

"But yours were super pervy!"

She giggled again. Kinda felt bad.

"So, Oppa. Just one peek?"

Before I could reply, she flicked open her bra, flashing me.

Eh? Total surprise.

Wow! Gorgeous!

"Whaddya think?"

She closed up and asked.

"What do you mean? Obviously pretty. Amazing tits."

Straight talk.

"Eung! Only showing 'cause it's you. Your pervy eyes feel different—made me wanna. Never done this for anyone else!"

No way to verify if she'd flashed others, but her blushing face said she wasn't that loose.

"So, what?"

She asked again. What what?

"Am I naughty?"

"Hell yeah. Naughtiest girl in the world."

"Kyahaha! Ji-yeon's gone crazy today! Whatever! So you'll take my naughty pics?"

"If you're taking naughty ones, I'd beg to be the photographer."

Prep complete. Hours ago, she was debating lingerie modeling; now she was begging for sexy shots. Absurd in reality, perfect for adult stuff. Most porn skips logic anyway—flimsy excuses for hookups. That's what <Active Protagonist> did, right? She was the star now.

"So... where we shooting? People come in here... feels iffy..."

Hmm. Studio's mine to manage—no one around now. Lock the door, done. Lingerie shoots mean privacy blinds anyway.

But she had a point. If someone barged in? "Why'd you lock up with this young girl?"

"True. What then? No studio available this late..."

"Motel?"

She asked, a tad shy.

Active Protagonist never disappoints. Hallelujah!