Chapter 77: TIME STOP! Hold Back Your Laughter and Screams Since Time Has Stopped! (77/377)
"Yeah. Totally. It feels like this heat's rising up from below. During class earlier, those huge things of yours kept swinging right in front of my eyes..."
Eun-hee didn't hold back on the explicit talk at all. If anything, she was clearly enjoying it. Just then, Song-ah appeared, forcing us to cut our conversation short.
"How's it going? Is the time okay?"
She asked with a bright smile.
"Yes. I've given it some thought. First, I'd like to reshoot a few profile shots of Director Song-ah. Do you have time?"
"Of course."
Song-ah sat down naturally beside me.
"We've got about an hour until the next class."
"Then let's snap a few right now."
"Give me ten minutes, then. I'll fix my makeup and come back."
She stood up again.
"If you want it, I'm good anytime."
I picked up my chat with Eun-hee again.
"No way. I said no."
Eun-hee refused stubbornly, her voice thick with regret.
"It didn't end well... So from now on, I won't do that stuff in front of you anymore."
She shrugged her shoulders a bit as she said it.
"Take care."
The women from Eun-hee's class started filing out one by one, saying goodbye to her. Eun-hee stood and returned their greetings.
"By the way, Director Eun-ji mentioned something earlier. She said it feels kinda weird having you here."
"Huh?"
"Dunno. But for some reason, she thought you looked kinda sexy."
Hmm... Was it the effect of what I'd done to her?
"So, if you play it right, it could work out well."
"Haha..."
"Weird, right? Time's flying by today. Am I imagining it? I thought only thirty minutes had passed, but suddenly it's almost over. Director Eun-ji said the same thing."
"Haha... Really?"
Cold sweat was beading on my skin. No matter how it turned out, they couldn't possibly know the truth, but since I'd done what I did, I felt a prick of guilt.
"Anyway, don't even think about it. You remind me of an ant hell."
Hmm... Ant hell? Or maybe a durian? Why did women always compare me to something so repulsive?
"Things good with your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, really good. We even talked about marriage recently."
"For real? Congrats."
"Well... I don't hate the idea. He's a good guy, and I know for sure he only loves me..."
"And he's hot."
"Pfft! Yeah, and he's hot."
Eun-ji readily admitted that her affection for him stemmed from genuine love.
"But our relationship's a bit weird, you know? So I'm not sure if it'll really last."
It was a perfectly natural anxiety. She felt sexual attraction to another man—me—and her guy wanted her to sleep with someone else.
"I told him I need a little time to think."
At this point, I didn't feel sorry for the guy anymore. He wanted Eun-hee to fulfill his own desires, after all.
"All your classes done for today?"
"No, one more left. But you okay on time? You're wasting your precious Saturday."
"Hey, I'm getting paid. I'm grateful."
Grateful in a different sense, that is.
"I'm ready now."
Song-ah returned. Whether she'd reapplied or just touched up her makeup, I couldn't tell the difference, but women must see it differently. We headed into the Pilates room together.
"I saw earlier—when you were hanging from the Cadillac, your lines looked amazing."
"Really?"
Song-ah smiled faintly and moved to where the Pilates equipment was set up. She went to the apparatus I'd mentioned: a large wooden bed-like frame with sturdy metal bars attached on all sides—the biggest machine among the Pilates gear. She slipped her legs into the leather straps at the top and gripped the upper bar, hanging there. With such big movements, it definitely created a dynamic pose. I snapped away eagerly with the camera.
"The way you pulled with your arms on the springboard was great too."
I suggested a few poses, and she executed them. Midway, I pressed the switch on the stopwatch in my pocket. Song-ah froze mid-motion.
I approached her and slipped my hand under her bra top. Her breasts were a decent size—not huge, but not small either. Perfectly handful-sized, you could say. I kneaded them rudely for a bit. Even though I didn't touch them long, her nipples hardened. Satisfied, I pulled my hand out and returned to my spot.
"Ahk!"
As I restarted time, Song-ah let out a sudden moan.
"Ah! W-wait a sec."
Startled by her own sound—or maybe from the lingering sensation on her chest—she turned away in panic. From the way her arms moved, she seemed to be soothing her breasts.
"My clothes must've bunched up."
She turned back with an awkward smile.
"Let's keep going."
I took a few more shots. Then I stopped time again, groped her breasts, and even touched her lower half.
"Ang! Huh?"
A moan, then a confused murmur to herself. Song-ah's face flushed red. But this time, she didn't turn away. Can't exactly check down there discreetly, after all.
"That last pose came out great."
I ignored her fluster and kept working.
"Really? Good thing. Hohoho."
Song-ah seemed to think I wasn't paying attention to her state.
"Doing it like this here looks a bit sexy."
We moved to the next machine.
"Ah! That's the Spine Corrector. It's for waist alignment."
Song-ah was definitely flustered, rambling about the equipment's purpose.
"Ah..."
Then she realized this wasn't class time. Her face reddened further.
"Like this?"
Song-ah climbed onto the Spine Corrector—its long name aside—and asked with a slight smile. But there was something oddly erotic about her face now. Some women aren't classic beauties but still draw men's eyes. Hard to pin down their looks—they're not all the same. But men know: looking at them sparks lewd imaginings. They say she has that sex appeal, right? Song-ah's face was like that. An indescribable allure emanated from her features and body. Not just my imagination. Focusing on her face while shooting, how could I miss it? The standout was her eyes. Moments ago, they were trying too hard—wanting to look good for the camera, not me. But now? Pure seduction. Intense yet somehow secretive. And the target wasn't the camera—it was me.
I could guess why. I'd touched her body, and under the Setting Card <Sensitivity>'s effect, she'd felt intense sexual stimulation. That tension had birthed this gaze.
Click! Click! Click!
Her eyes were so captivating, I shot furiously without thinking.
"Phew..."
Should be some great shots.
"Good ones?"
Song-ah noticed me checking the LCD screen.
"Yeah, looks like it. Your expression's perfect."
"First time I've seen you smile like that today, Yeong-woong. Must be really good."
"What kind of smile?"
"Hm. Happy?"
"Ah! So I must've looked stiff earlier?"
"A bit. I figured you weren't thrilled with the results."
"It's my skill that's lacking. With a subject this stunning, failing to capture her properly left me uneasy."
"Oh my..."
She feigned shyness with a bashful smile. There it was again—the seductive expression. You can't learn that kind of look or smile. It's innate. None of the women I knew had it—that aura drawing men in, drowning them in desire. Song-ah did. A dangerous woman. Fall for her type, and you're in for suffering. Guys swarm around them endlessly. Naturally. Men are animals who mistake a casual glance for interest. To her, it's just a hello; to him, a grand signal. Especially with her overflowing sex appeal—impossible to stay sane. But from her side? Pure instinct, nothing more. That's Song-ah. I didn't think she was deliberately seducing me. She just was. No deeper reason. She'd been tense, focused on good shots, then suddenly heated up inexplicably, letting her allure flow. Mistake that gaze for affection, approach her? Trouble. Best case, you're one of many guys waiting in line. Worst, stone-cold rejection, wondering what that look meant.
...I knew from experience. Once or twice... maybe more... Back when I was inexperienced, I'd fallen for eyes like hers. That's why I used to fear such women. Until recently. Not anymore.
"Shall we try this pose next?"
Song-ah, seeing I liked it, seemed more motivated. She struck another pose.
"Sure."
Instead of the shutter, I hit the stopwatch button in my pocket. She froze. I circled behind her. Perfect position. She was draped over the round, semicircular apparatus. I pulled down her leggings and panties. Touching her there, she was slightly damp, but penetration was a no-go. So I pulled out that from my pocket. Lube—magic gel, as it's called—smeared generously on my fingers, then applied to her entrance. Slid a finger in; smooth entry. Coated my already-hard cock too. Then thrust in.
Smooth. Partly the lube, partly because her entrance wasn't as tight as Eun-hee's or Eun-ji's. I started pumping right away.
"Ha-euk!"
Immediate reaction. Among the three directors, she's the worst actor. Barely started, and her lips part in a moan, body writhing. Pleasure that intense? Fine by me. After pounding her hard for a while, I pulled out. Fixed her clothes, hiked up my pants, returned to position, and restarted time.
"Ahk! Ha-euk! Ah!"
Over seconds, she unleashed a barrage of moans.
"Ah!"
She startled, spotting me with the camera. Click! Click! A few more shots in the meantime.
"W-wait!"
Song-ah scrambled up.
"I think I moved wrong. Need a quick break."
She was in total disarray.
"Take your time. I'll grab a drink."
"Y-yes... That'd be... great..."
Relieved I'd step out, she looked it.
"Done? Come here."
Leaving the Pilates room, I saw Eun-hee chatting with Eun-ji on the reception sofa. She spotted me and called over.
"How'd it go? Lots of good shots?"
"Yeah, seems solid. Oh, right—Director Eun-ji, you got time?"
I planned to shoot her next.