Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: #4 Scenario Portfolio
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It was a weekday morning, and the bus heading to the outskirts for scouting was empty of passengers.
Confirming that no eyes were on us, U Dayoung glared at me.
"Why? You like this kind of thing, right?"
She pointed at the camera with her finger as she spoke.
U Dayoung pouted, her face stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Turn it down low..."
"It's still at 25%."
"Ugh... Uh... R-Really?"
I cranked the vibration all the way down, and only then did relief wash over her face.
[10%]
"We get off here, Dayoung. Let's go."
I grabbed the hand of U Dayoung, who had her legs squeezed together, and stepped off the bus.
To anyone watching, we looked like a couple backpacking on a trip.
"We have to walk a bit from here."
The bus stop was some distance from our target spot, so we had no choice but to hoof it.
Driving would've been fine—there was parking inside—but we were on foot.
"Living in Seoul means I never bothered getting a car..."
She nodded in agreement with my words. At the company, we mostly used the shared fleet vehicles.
[10%]
As we walked, I nudged it up a notch, and she smacked my shoulder.
"Hey, turn it off~."
"...Your reaction's kinda weak?"
After pulling away from her, I raised my phone and cranked it up.
[45%]
Bzzz.
In the quiet, deserted spot, even the faint hum was audible.
"Haaang~!"
It was a moan that would make anyone's face burn, no matter who heard it.
Like a woman whose skirt caught the wind, U Dayoung clamped her legs together and bent at the waist.
[50%]
I bumped it up more, and she shot me a teary glare.
"Huh? What's with that look."
[100%]
Bzzzzz!
The rotor's whine echoed loudly in the open fields on either side.
"Haaauut! Ahng...! Yaang! Kyaa! Yaa! Ah...!"
She couldn't even walk anymore and sank to the ground, her body shuddering.
[60%]
Once I dialed it back to that, she could at least pull herself together. Compared to 100%, anyway—she was still glaring at me with her legs clamped shut.
"Hmm..."
This was my first time with rotor play too, so curiosity got the better of me. I pressed my thumb hard on the screen and flicked it up and down rapidly.
"Haut?! Hey! Ang! Haut! Hang...! Haa...!"
I captured her reactions on camera.
"What're you doing? We gotta get going."
"Uuu..."
[78%]
I set it to about that level and sidled up to support her.
"Turn it off right now...!"
"Nope. I'll shut it off once we get there."
"......"
Pretending to steady her, I slipped my hand around her waist nice and sly.
"Haa... Haa..."
I led her heavy-breathing self down the country road.
It was only possible because there was no one around.
"Eut...!"
Her flushed face and ragged breaths as she walked were incredibly tantalizing.
But it wasn't time yet.
We finally staggered up to the old hanok and collapsed on a bench, where I killed the vibration at 0%.
"Haa... Haa..."
U Dayoung sat there with damp eyes, catching her breath.
"You're totally insane... How the hell do you put something like this in a portfolio..."
"I told you—the ad called for a perverted couple. What can we do?"
"...Haa... Seriously. This is too much..."
Her loosened voice made things heavy down below.
I scratched my cheek and stood up.
"Alright, let's scout the place."
I offered her a smile and my hand.
She puffed her cheeks at my outstretched hand and said,
"I'm doing just this one, then I'm done."
"Hmm... Really? Shame, but okay. Though next month it'd be over ten million won."
"...Th-That's enough..."
"You won't get to have sex with me either?"
Her eyes shook violently at that.
It was all part of the plan.
"Pfft, kidding."
I brushed it off casually, slowly imprinting the idea in her mind.
"C'mon, get up so we can frame some shots."
"I can't stand right now..."
"Wanna hang here a bit?"
"...Yeah."
Even if she wanted to, her legs were jelly, keeping her glued to the bench.
[30%]
I set it low and scouted around solo, like she wasn't even there.
"Hmm..."
I pulled out a notebook from my bag, sketched a few quick lines, and circled the hanok once more.
It wasn't huge, but they'd insisted we include it, so no helping that.
Click.
I snapped a few shots on my phone from potential angles, then climbed the hill behind it.
"Everything's visible from up here."
After checking it all out, I came back down to find her on the bench under the tree shade, legs squeezed tight.
She couldn't advance or retreat, just trembling from the stimulation below.
[60%]
I ramped it up, and like she'd been waiting, she straightened her back and shuddered.
"...Was that too much...?"
Over an hour of toying with her—yeah, it was.
I adjusted the growing heaviness below with my hand and approached her.
"Hey hey."
I overacted my cheer, and she replied in a quivering voice.
"Take it out now..."
She could've removed it herself while I was gone, but I'd cunningly scripted that away.
The dread of having to start the shoot over from scratch.
Plus the pressure to finish this portfolio and land the gig.
I smiled and extended my hand like before.
"Got it. C'mon, I'll take it out."
No one would visit this rundown little hanok on a weekday anyway.
It was off the road too.
She finally gripped my hand and stood.
I held her soft, warm hand and headed to the restroom beside the hanok.
"The restroom looks clean, so in here."
I led her into the men's room.
Of course, camera rolling the whole time.
This was valuable footage, script or no.
I pointed to the toilet and said,
"Go there and stick your ass out toward me."
Her focus shattered by the nonstop stimulation, she didn't even register the spot and positioned herself by the toilet, presenting her rear.
"Take off your pants."
It was an order. Still, U Dayoung shoved her ass out and peeled her pants down herself.
"...Wow."
Wetter than I'd imagined.
Her panties were soaked through, darkened by her juices.
I hooked them and yanked down; sticky strings of arousal clung before snapping.
I unpacked the tripod from my bag, set it up, locked it in place, and approached her.
Smooth.
My hand on her ass made her hips quiver.
Drip.
Juices began trickling down her thighs from her pussy.
"How was it?"
"...What...?"
"You're a pervert who loves rotor play."
"...Nooo..."
The last thread of her reason denied it.
Her conservative nature kicked in instinctively.
I raised my hand and smacked her ample white ass cheek.
Smack!
"Haaang! Wh-What're you...!"
As she jolted in surprise, I amped the rotor.
[90%]
"Aang!"
She grabbed the urinal in front and collapsed.
"What, camera's on so you won't admit it?"
"Huuung...! Haat...!"
Too far gone to hear me, she just trembled.
Grab.
I gripped her hair just enough not to hurt, tilted her head back, and whispered in her ear.
"Admit you're a pervert, and it's over. Hurry."
At my urging, her flushed face muttered,
"I-I'm a pervert..."
"Loud enough for the camera. Say you love getting a rotor shoved in your pussy."
I whispered gently but firmly, like advice, and desperate to escape, she shouted,
"Huu... P-Pussy...! I love it in there...! I'm a total pervert...! Take it out now...!"
Any more and she wouldn't walk, so I dropped the power.
[0%]
All the way down, then I pulled the rotor out.
"......"
It was drenched, dripping globs of her juices.
"See that, folks? Dayoung here loves walking around with one of these inside. As her guy friend, I've been indulging her since college."
I framed her face in the shot and delivered the closing line.
"She's totally out of it, so we'll end it here."
After the wrap-up, I stroked her hair gently—a stark contrast to before.
"Good work, Dayoung."
"Hut... Haa..."
Her sensitized body twitched at my touch alone.
I wanted to take her right there, but tonight was the goal, so I held back.
"Up you go."
I helped her stand and dressed her.
Her panties were sopping, and even her jeans were discolored where her crotch pressed.
All sorted, bag on, I supported her.
"Let's head out."
"...Haa..."
She shuffled along unsteadily.
After a bench break, she could finally walk, and we moved.
"Dayoung, we gotta do the next concept."
"Whaa...?"
She paled at 'next concept'.
"Need various plays for a solid portfolio."
"...Wh-What's next...?"
I told her once we reached the bus stop.
"Exposure play."
"...?!"
She was clearly wondering how it differed from the rotor.
"Next scout's farther, so take it slow."
"...Wh-What is that...?"
Our next spot was a mountain.
An hiking course overlooking the bustling city.
Right in the urban area, low hills perfect for a stroll.
Wide roads and sidewalks accommodated cars too.
Exhausted U Dayoung stared up at it in horror.
"It's a low hill. No biggie."
"St-Still, my legs have no strength..."
I offered my hand.
"Hold my hand."
"......"
She glanced at me and took it.
We climbed hand-in-hand.
"Too much?"
The question hung between us.
"...Is the government really using stuff like this...?"
"Yeah, they're overhauling sex ed—making it practical."
Hand-holding and chatting like lovers on a walk.
To her, it just felt like necessary support from weakness.
Also a chance to boost immersion here.
"Might as well finish what we started..."
Responsible as she was, despite the fatigue, she answered.
"Shall we... start then?"
"...Already...? Ugh. Fine."
Hating it but wanting to rip the band-aid off quick.
I scanned around, confirmed no one, and ducked into a side path by the trail.
"This way."
"...?"
Clueless, she followed.
Not Seoul proper, but urban trail on a weekday morning—empty.
A few folks sporadically, but none now.
"Hello! Nam Siu, the good friend!"
"U Dayoung here~."
Pro in front of the camera.
"Now we'll do Dayoung's favorite play."
Her face soured at the unfamiliar line, but she played along.
"So what's that?"
"You know what we always do? Hand over your bra and panties."
"...Here?!"
"Yeah, you always drag me along for exposure play."
Outlandish as it was, she sighed deeply, nodded in resignation.
"Hoo~ Yeah. Right."
First time's the hardest.
She checked for people, slipped her hands under her clothes, and removed her bra carefully.
"Here."
"Good good."
I thumbs-upped and kept filming.
Rustle.
She kicked off her shoes, stripped her bottoms, and offered the thoroughly soaked panties.
"She came once from the rotor earlier, totally spent."
I sniffed them, and bottomless, she smacked my forearm in shock.
"Y-You're insane! For real! Why sniff that!"
"I like the smell. You know that."
"N-No...?!"
Perverted play for sure, but knowing this footage's purpose, she eyed me pitifully.
Like, you're suffering to land the gig too.
I stowed her undies in my bag; she straightened her clothes, and we returned to the trail.
"Ah..."
A couple descending spotted us but pretended not to notice.
As they passed, whispers about us drifted back.
"Why'd they come from there?"
"...They probably did it."
The girlfriend chided the boyfriend.
U Dayoung's cheeks burned redder than before.
"They think we're a couple."
"...Ugh."
Back on the trail, summer-thin T-shirt on, her nipples stood erect, announcing themselves.
'Need one more person to show up now...'
Time for the experimental bit.
People ignore exposure.
Wonder if it'd work.