Ban Mi-jo's Photo Shoot 3
Ban Mi-jo stole a careful glance at his expression, then spoke in a cautious voice.
"Listen… everything I just said stays between the two of us. If Mi-ho unnie ever found out I told you any of that, she'd be furious."
Han Pan laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, don't worry. Mom should hurry up and find herself a new man and start enjoying life again."
"Right? Unnie frets about so many things… She's secretly pretty conservative, you know. She's had plenty of chances and turned every single one of them down. I even introduced her to guys — she'd meet them a few times and then just give up."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. He was a genuinely decent guy, too… Such a shame."
Han Pan found himself wondering how he would feel if his mother, like his father, took up with someone new — and he already knew the answer. The jealousy would be fierce.
"So that happened…"
She nodded.
"Anyway… still, she seems so much happier now that you're home. Last time we were drinking, she talked about you nonstop. Hohoho."
As her chatter stretched on, Han Pan cast a look at the belongings scattered around her and said,
"Ah, I see… But you still haven't finished unpacking?"
"Hmm? Almost done… Just the highlights left…"
With that, Ban Mi-jo opened a large carrier bag and began pulling out its contents.
Han Pan recognized them at a glance — lingerie. The careful, neat folds told him they were high-end pieces.
She laid them out one by one on the folding table beside the clothing rack, arranging them with care. Every single set was extravagantly lacy, boldly colored, and intensely provocative.
He watched in silence from the side. The styles were remarkably varied — demi-bras designed to push the breasts up and out, shelf bras with the cups cut away entirely, bras engineered so the nipples would poke through once worn. The panties were just as diverse: string thongs, G-strings, and even crotchless designs that left the pussy completely exposed. Colors ranged widely, and the designs ran from simple to dazzlingly ornate. It was a full-blown collection.
She matched bras and panties into sets, and for several of them she added garter belts and stockings. Finally she laid out a few bodystockings, then spread her arms wide and looked at him.
"Ta-da! This is my collection!"
Han Pan gave a short round of applause.
"Impressive… Collecting something like this isn't easy… And wow, there are some seriously intense pieces in there…"
"Ugh, and what good does it do me? I never get a chance to use them. Women like us — ajummas — mostly just live on fantasy, imagining ourselves wrapped up in some gorgeous man's arms, playing out all kinds of scenes in our heads… You know, someone like you. A muscular, handsome younger guy… Hohoho."
"Haha, I see… And what about your husband?"
"Haa… You'll understand once you get married someday. Making love with a man you love and having sex with someone sexy purely for the sake of sex — those two things are completely different. A woman stays a girl no matter how old she gets!"
"Ah… is that so?"
A sly smile curved her lips.
"You look like the type who reels women in left and right… Ever done it? Just sex for the sake of sex… Sex itself, pure and simple."
Han Pan thought of several women. Most of them had boyfriends — or were married.
"Uh… well… I've been with a few women who already had partners, yeah."
"Hohoho, see? I was right. There's just something about you that makes a girl want to sleep with you."
She clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh my, oh my, what am I even saying — hohoho!! Forget I said that!"
"What about you, Noona?"
"Me?"
"Sex for the sake of sex."
She gave him a look that was half knowing, half evasive.
"Well… hmm…"
"Come on, tell me. I told you."
She rolled her eyes for a moment, then said,
"Fine, since you shared… Just know I've had a few short little flings. Got it?"
She brightened and winked at him again. The expression sat strangely against the diamond ring on her left hand.
"Still, honestly, the idea that Noona looks at me that way is a little unexpected."
At that, Ban Mi-jo's face flushed faintly pink.
"Oh, you… Most women who see a man like you think the same thing, you know? Don't guys look at a sexy woman on the street and want to sleep with her sometimes? Women feel that way too… Men, women — we're all just people in the end."
"Haha, fair enough… I think you're sexy too, Noona. Hahaha."
His words clearly pleased her.
"You think I'm sexy?"
Han Pan nodded.
"Of course. Noona's no joke…"
"Really?"
"Really. If I'd run into you as a stranger on the street, I would've walked right up and tried to get your number."
"Oh, listen to this kid joking around."
She stepped closer and gave his arm a light swat.
"I'm serious, though…"
"Hoho, sure."
"Anyway… if you're introducing me to all this, Auntie Eun-yeong must be even more intense…"
Mi-jo burst out laughing.
"That unnie is a genuine pervert among everyone I know. I'm not exactly normal myself, but she lives life at the extreme. Nobody is more honest with their own desires than she is. Honestly, I respect her for it. Hohoho."
"Haha, I see."
She clasped her hands together.
"Alright then — everything's ready. Shall we get started?"
"Yes. Let's ease into it lightly first."
"Good. You get ready, and I'll get ready too."
"Got it."
Han Pan decided to start with the basics — simple shots to warm up and find his rhythm.
The living room had excellent natural light. Sunlight poured in through the glass doors that opened onto the backyard, and more light spilled through the windows all around, flooding the space with brightness. The backyard itself was scattered with charming props of various shapes, ready for shooting, and high walls enclosed the whole property for privacy. It was an ideal setup for a photoshoot.
He glanced at the lighting gear stacked in the corner and noticed a connector for playing music. He plugged in his phone and put something on. Soon an R&B track filled the house. He adjusted the volume to a level that set the right mood, then flipped the switch on a large light nearby. The fixture came alive, washing the entire room in its glow. Combined with the natural sunlight, the effect was genuinely atmospheric.
He twisted the lights this way and that, fine-tuning the ambiance, then selected one of the chairs from the corner — a tall cocktail-bar stool — and set it in the center of the living room. It looked the part. Satisfied, Han Pan pulled his camera from his bag and fired off a few test shots. The results were solid.
That was when Ban Mi-jo approached.
"Oh, the room looks great."
She came up beside him and surveyed the living room. Her soft perfume was intoxicatingly sweet. She held out a glass of wine to him. He took it, and she raised her own for a toast.
"To today's gorgeous shots!"
Their glasses clinked, and Han Pan drained his first glass cleanly. The wine was crisp and dry — quite good. A pleasant warmth spread through his body, loosening him up.
"Ah, this is excellent."
"Right? One of my favorites. I saved it for a day like this."
She went back to her things, returned with the whole bottle, refilled her own glass, and topped his off as well.
Han Pan set his glass down.
"Shall we get started?"
"Mm…"
"Then first, as a warm-up — let's do a few simple shots in what you're wearing now."
"Alright."
Han Pan raised the camera and aimed it at her. Ban Mi-jo glanced at him, then turned toward a large stand in the corner that held a big monitor. She gripped it and said,
"Han Pan, these days you shoot while checking your poses live on the screen. Move this over for me…"
"Ah, sure…"
He hung the camera around his neck and wheeled the monitor stand into place — it rolled easily on its casters. He found the port on the side of the monitor, connected it to the camera, and the fit was perfect. The moment he powered the monitor on, a live feed filled the screen.
"Oh, this is nice."
"Good… Then let's begin."
Ban Mi-jo settled onto the stool he had set out and slowly struck a pose. With her considerable broadcasting experience, she shifted freely with every click of the shutter. Han Pan shot her while calling out various poses, and she hit each one without hesitation. She checked her form on the monitor after every shot, making small adjustments — and like a true professional, she found her groove almost immediately.
Once they had enough of the basics, she said,
"Alright, the standard shots are done… Shall we try a different version now?"
"Sounds good."