#16. Pose (2)
#16. Pose (2)
Whether Minho oppa was Han Gyeo-ul-nim or not, my job was already set.
No? If anything, it had become even more solid.
All I had to do was set the table for him once again.
But this time, the difficulty level was way higher than before, which was a bit tricky.
I'd already toyed with Minho oppa back and forth under the pretext of reporting him.
I had to prepare a stimulus so dizzying that the word 'report' would vanish from his head.
'Even if my life goes to hell, Han Na-eun gets fucked first.'
I had to plant that kind of thought in him.
And that was entirely up to my discretion.
I had to make him pull down his own pants.
But the key point here was that I now had to maintain a state of not showing him any favor.
Honestly, even when we bumped into each other at school, I wanted to go sit next to him and act all cute, but I couldn't.
My first time had to be per.fect.
Why the hell had I gritted my teeth and guarded my virginity all this time if I was just gonna have some bland lovey-dovey sex?
After Minho oppa left, I kept rummaging through my closet.
I should've at least asked about oppa's tastes...
I felt pathetic for just chasing him out like that.
Of course, a mosol definitely had firm fantasies about girls.
Naturally, I also had a very clear image of the guy I hoped for.
The protagonist of [I Imprisoned Her]. Lee Jin-seong.
No other explanation needed.
If he existed in real life, I'd stamp the marriage registration with him right this instant.
Minho oppa must have had a clear ideal woman too.
But guessing it was a little tough.
Because in the novel [I Imprisoned Her], there was only one guy, Lee Jin-seong, but a ton of heroines.
If oppa really was Han Gyeo-ul-nim, things got even more complicated.
From reading the author's notes and such, the writer always said they were sincere about each and every heroine, and it really came through in the writing.
Kang Suyeon. Ji Seoyun. Han Heejung. Yoo Soyeon. Amy. Joo Minji.
Each one was an attractive heroine.
Kang Suyeon was an elite office lady.
Yoo Soyeon was the quiet, shy librarian at a small library.
...Who the hell was Minho oppa's type?
But I couldn't ask him directly.
I'd already declared I wouldn't read that perverted crap novel.
I had to make sure he didn't find out.
That I was a crazy bitch obsessed with erotic novels.
Ugh...
I clicked on the page for [I Imprisoned Her] and checked out the illustration collection.
The covers I'd poured my heart into drawing came into view one by one.
Heroines in lewd outfits, striking poses that evoked sex acts.
...Would oppa turn me into something like that someday too?
That thought made a seriously scary idea flash through my head.
The heroines in the novel were all conditioned and developed by Lee Jin-seong—they weren't sluts from the start.
If what oppa truly wanted was a 100% match to the novel's progression, then I...
Lee Jin-seong was interested in turning women lewd, not in women who were already lewd.
He was a guy focused on the process.
A man who got his kicks from turning everyday life into something extraordinary, and only smiled once the extraordinary became the new everyday.
If I were a character in the story right now, Lee Jin-seong would definitely see me as...
[What the hell is this. Defective product.]
He'd treat me like trash with those disinterested eyes for sure.
My body suddenly started trembling.
No way... that can't happen...
I didn't want Minho oppa treating me like that.
I didn't want to be seen as some slut whose head was full of dirty thoughts, rolling around getting fucked everywhere.
Spotting an outfit similar to the fourth heroine Yoo Soyeon's, I steeled myself.
I can do this. Han Na-eun.
I can do it.
I'd seduce him without ever letting on that I was enjoying it.
Unlike usual, Na-eun had on some slightly bolder lipstick.
Even though shooting hadn't started yet, a placard was dangling derongderong around her neck.
It was hard to keep my eyes from drifting there.
I forcibly looked away and stared out the window.
"Wow. Nice view from here."
"Guys like you are probably thinking of throwing the window wide open and doing weird stuff, right."
Hey. What kind of talk is that?
Eh? Do I really think with my dick that much...
...Come to think of it, I did write a scene about exposure play against a window.
I tried to retort, but my own proud work shut my mouth.
"Before we prep for that contest, take a few pics first."
Na-eun grabbed my wrist and dragged me to her bedroom.
Second time in her room.
Is this air freshener?
A sweet, fragrant scent filled the room—one no guy's room could ever have.
"Here."
Han Na-eun handed me her phone with the camera on.
"I'll strike a pose first, so shoot from whatever angle you think is the hottest."
The moment I took her phone, my ordeal began.
"Mmm... Let's start with this."
Lying on the bed, she scattered her hair and completely relaxed her eyes.
Pupils you couldn't tell where they were looking.
But she was clutching the placard tight over her chest.
[Please fuck this pathetic me♥]
...Imagining Na-eun sitting alone in this room, painstakingly writing that with a marker...
Just the thought was a scorching turn-on.
Her top had slipped down a bit—on purpose or not.
Na-eun's black bra was peeking out.
...You want me to shoot this? Me?
Dick management was brutal even before taking the pics.
Way too much stimulation for a mosol noob like me.
Yeah. She's just my illustrator writer-nim at the end of the day.
This is work.
Business hours right now.
I psyched myself up to find the perfect angle for my novel and slowly lifted the camera, moving around.
For this pose, I figured two angles.
One: Shooting down from above to clearly show her cleavage.
That slightly peeking bra would hook the readers.
Or from a low side angle, making her panties almost visible while emphasizing the placard.
Click click.
I kept shooting until I was satisfied.
She said nothing, just let me snap away freely.
"Wanna see?"
Deciding this pose was good enough, I handed the phone back to Na-eun.
"...Come sit here and look together."
She sat up and patted the spot next to her on the bed.
Me... on Na-eun's bed?
She seemed totally nonchalant, but my heart was pounding like crazy.
Sitting beside her, she turned the screen landscape and closely examined the shots I'd taken.
"...Like it?"
Na-eun paused mid-screen and looked up at me.
"You mean these pics? They're pretty good."
"No, not that."
Na-eun gave me a cold glare.
"I'm asking if you like taking pics like this in my room."
"Hey. You dragged me here asking for help."
I'd thought it was a steamy situation just moments ago, but her words made irritation bubble up.
Come on, have some basic manners.
"You're enjoying it too, oppa, so it's win-win, right? Why get pissy?"
She shoved the screen in my face.
"Look, oppa. The pics you took. My thighs are all out, panties one step away."
"A pervert who reads that erotic novel crap wouldn't hate this."
...Half right, but it still pissed me off.
"I just wanna get this over with and go. Let's finish up. Strike a pose."
"See? You're gonna make me do lewd poses and get all smug about it."
At my order to pose again, she bit down on the placard with her teeth.
[Please fuck this pathetic me♥]
Kneeling with hands planted in front, she looked up at me.
The words aimed right at my face.
A provocative pose like, "What're you waiting for, eat me up?"
Click.
I swallowed hard and snapped another one.
Pics straight out of some deviant Twitter account piled up one by one in Na-eun's phone.
After changing poses three or four more times and wrapping the shoot, Na-eun cracked a satisfied smile at the shots I'd taken.
"Good work, oppa. You can head out now."
"Yeah. Use 'em well."
"Yes, oppa. Don't go home and jerk off to these like side dishes."
"What...?"
"Mosol oppa holding it in all pent-up here, planning to relieve yourself at home, right?"
She giggled behind her hand like it was hilarious.
"I could send you a pic or two if you want."
...What the hell do you take me for?
There's a limit to underestimating a mosol.
Is this how you treat someone who helped?
Snap.
I heard the thread of my sanity snap once more.
"You done talking, you fucking bitch."
Hic!
Na-eun jolted in shock and started hiccuping.