Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Handjob Shooting (1)
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"I-it's... pretty shabby, but come on in."
I hesitantly opened the door to my studio apartment and spoke to Yejin.
Without a word, Yejin cautiously stepped inside. She narrowed her eyes at the messy state of the room and muttered,
"It's really run-down. Don't you ever clean?"
"Huh...? I cleaned and went to bed just last night..."
"What? This is...?"
Yejin gaped in disbelief as she looked around. Then, suddenly, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and sniffed the air deeply.
I panicked and waved my hands frantically to stop her.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing sniffing around like that...? You don't need to...!"
*Sniff sniff...* "Hmm. It's tolerable, I guess."
"T-tolerable...? Well, better than bad, I suppose..."
I let out a deep sigh and mumbled weakly. But Yejin didn't stop there. She glanced around, spotted the trash can, and abruptly flung it open.
"Ah, hey...! What are you doing?! Why open that?!"
Last night's evidence of me furiously jerking off to Yejin's photos was still there in the trash can. When she suddenly opened it, I yelled in utter panic.
Yejin looked down at the crumpled tissues reeking of cum with a contemptuous expression, then whipped around to interrogate me.
"...You didn't seriously come home yesterday and jack off again, did you?"
"W-well..."
I hung my head like I'd committed a crime and confessed glumly.
"S-sorry... Your pics from yesterday got me so worked up... I busted three times straight until dawn..."
"...W-what? From my photos...?"
Yejin shouted with her eyes wide open in shock, then her face flushed bright red as she quickly turned her head away.
An awkward silence stretched on for a while before Yejin cleared her throat with a fake cough and muttered softly without turning back.
"...Don't waste your stamina on stupid shit. It won't help with work... Got it?"
"Y-yeah... I'll try..."
When I mumbled uncertainly, Yejin turned back, glared at me sharply, and snapped,
"Trying isn't enough! This won't do. From now on, I'll manage your release schedule personally. You only cum when I say so. Understand?"
"W-what?! No, that's too much...!"
I jumped in protest, but Yejin crossed her arms and said coldly,
"Shut up. We're barely keeping up shooting three or four videos a day as it is—where do you get off wasting energy? I'll check the trash can every day from now on, so deal with it!"
"Ugh... That's ridiculous..."
I muttered in despair. Ignoring me, Yejin coolly removed her glasses, tucked them neatly into their case, and slipped it into her handbag. Then she pulled out a hair tie and started meticulously tying her hair back into a single ponytail.
Once her hair was done, Yejin perched on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. I hesitated before awkwardly sitting next to her.
It felt surreal having Yejin in my room right now. Like I was dreaming.
'I thought no girl would ever set foot in my place my whole life... Guess even I get lucky sometimes.'
For some reason, just her presence made the room feel brighter. The stuffy air actually seemed fresher now.
The scent coming off Yejin wasn't artificial perfume—it was that subtle, alluring smell of a twenty-year-old girl's skin from her neck or underarms.
Lost in a daze as I stared at her, inhaling her scent, Yejin suddenly met my eyes and snapped,
"...Why are you staring like that?"
"Huh...? Oh, sorry... Just amazed, that's all."
I quickly brushed it off, but she eyed me suspiciously before pulling out her phone.
"...No time to space out. We need to figure out how to shoot the video. Here, I found a good reference one. Let's watch it together. Come here."
"Uh, o-okay."
I scooted right up next to her and peered at the phone screen.
Yejin opened her liked videos list and tapped the top one.
The video started playing—a woman straddling a guy, diligently giving him a handjob. I flinched.
[Man: "Ah... Oooh... Yeah, right there... Ungh..."]
[Woman: "Where feels best, baby? Tell me where to stroke to make you feel good?"]
[Man: "Nngh... That... Stroking from the bottom all the way up..."]
[Woman: "Like this, gripping and pulling the skin all the way down? Like this? Like this?"]
[Man: "Hahk, hahk, yeah... Oooh..."]
[Woman: "Hehe, special treat—I'll rub your nipple with the tip? Here we go, rub rub rub~"]
[Man: "Ahk... Ah, no... Gonna cum, gonna cum!"]
[Woman: "Mhm, right on the edge, so special service. Beeee~"]
After that, the woman stuck out her tongue long and greedily licked the guy's glans like it was candy, slurping away.
Right after, he groaned roughly and shot thick ropes of cum. The woman looked up at the camera with a smile and swallowed every drop down her throat.
Even after he finished, she kept kneading his cock with her hands and rubbing it against her tits for a good while.
["Hahk... Hahk... Hahk... Oooh..."]
His deep, low moans filled the audio as the woman cutely winked at the camera to end the video.
When the screen went black, our reflections stared back like a mirror.
I had a flushed, lewd expression on my face. Yejin, meanwhile, looked impassive, deep in thought.
I stole glances at her and thought,
'...I can never tell what embarrasses her... She flipped out over just pulling out once, but watching this together is fine...? What a weirdo...'
Suddenly, Yejin turned to me and asked,
"What do you think?"
"Huh...? What do I think about what...?"
She gave me a pitiful look and pointed out the view count below the video.
"This has 200,000 views. That's rare even across the whole platform. Means it's worth breaking down and analyzing.
Go on, you first. Why do you think it got so many views?"
Honestly, it was so hot I couldn't think straight, let alone analyze.
But forcing my brain to work, I came to one conclusion.
"Hmm... I think it's 'cause the girl seems so dedicated, y'know? Like she's really putting in effort to make him feel good... That stood out to me."
Yejin raised her eyebrows in surprise, nodded, and said,
"Exactly, spot on. Never thought you'd say something smart. See, she keeps asking him what feels good, naturally taking the lead. Throws in 'special treats' and extras. Sure, they probably planned it beforehand.
The key is communication! She stays in constant contact with him as the stimulation ramps up. Videos where it's just mechanical hand motion never succeed. We have to reference that."
"Y-yeah... Sounds good."
I replied dazedly, and Yejin sighed softly before clenching her fist with determination.
"Alright, no time to waste—let's shoot. Set the camera like in that video, looking down from your chest height."
"O-okay...!"
I set up the camera stand high, positioning it to look down at Yejin from chest level as she directed.
After a few seconds of test footage, she nodded, satisfied with how she looked on screen, and gave the OK sign.
Then Yejin straightened her bangs and knelt demurely in front of me.
I glanced at her and whispered,
"...Ready to start recording...?"
"Wait, take off your pants first."
She fiddled with my zipper coolly, so I hurriedly yanked them down.
My fully hard cock sprang out just like yesterday, casting a huge shadow over her face.
"...Whoa..."
Yejin stared blankly at my cock, forgetting the shoot for a moment. She swallowed hard and tentatively brought her nose to the tip, sniffing deeply.
She always sniffed first whenever I pulled it out—it was cute like a puppy, but also kinda burdensome, stirring up mixed feelings.
'Good thing I washed well today... Wait, why does she love my smell so much? Seriously weird taste...'
With her eyes gently closed, Yejin savored my cock's scent sweetly for a few seconds.
Then, as if drawing courage from it, she nodded with a resolute expression.
I mirrored her seriousness with a nod of my own and carefully hit record.
*Ding-*
"......"
"......"
But even after recording started, Yejin kept her eyes closed and didn't move.
As the awkward silence dragged on, I tilted my head, wondering,
'What's up? Why isn't she doing anything? Nervous maybe?'
Right as I went to stop the recording just in case—
Yejin slowly opened her eyes and made an expression I'd never seen before.
'Uh...?'
It was tender, like a wife welcoming her husband home from years at war—yet fierce with the resolve to conquer my cock tonight no matter what.
'What the hell is this slutty bitch face...? Doesn't look like Yejin at all...!'
While I froze in shock, Yejin reached out, gently cupped my balls, fondled them softly, and whispered sweetly,
"...Sir~ So, where would you like your massage to start?"