#9 Scenario: Day 10 of Intern Training
As her immersion degree rose, the commonsense in her mind was dyeing itself, shifting colors.
"Sorry."
Apologizing, she looked at Nam Siu, who wore a faint smile for some reason.
Puzzled, she asked,
"Because of my mistake?"
She wondered if he was staring because she'd forgotten something important.
But Nam Siu shook his head.
"Still, it's commendable you remembered. You're really putting in the effort, huh?"
Even his offhand praise sent ripples through her heart, unsettling her.
She pondered why, but it offered no clear answer.
Maybe because I've never gotten much praise, she guessed to herself.
"Then, wanna strip and come in?"
Nam Siu took off his shirt first. It was that same body from yesterday.
Not particularly chiseled. His slightly protruding belly just looked cute.
Maeng Soyul lifted her top to undress but flinched.
Come to think of it, this was her first time stripping in front of a man. Yesterday's shoot had been with clothes on.
Rustle.
Embarrassed, she turned away and peeled off her top. A plain white bra came into view.
She usually slept without one, but with him beside her, she couldn't bring herself to.
It was an issue of shame.
Thud.
From behind, the sound of Nam Siu undressing.
She slipped off her shorts too.
Light sky-blue panties, equally plain.
"Ah..."
Her face flushed crimson in an instant.
Should've matched the colors...
Worried he'd think she was weird, her cheeks burned.
"Gotta take off the underwear too~."
"Yes..."
Embarrassed, she hurriedly unhooked her bra and clutched it in her hand.
Gazing down at the frayed edges only amplified her shame.
Should've brought a new one...
Her mind had been too full of the ten-day training to consider such details.
She rolled up her underwear, hid it in her discarded clothes, and turned around.
There stood Nam Siu, naked, extending a hand toward her.
"Shall we head in?"
"...Yes."
First time nude before a man—she tried acting casual, but the shyness kept creeping in.
Click.
Taking his hand, she stepped into the bathroom. Steam from the earlier temperature-check water enveloped them in humid warmth.
"Ever washed someone before?"
"...No. But I know how..."
As she spoke, thoughts bubbled up: Do I really know? It's like water flowing back in, filling the gaps again.
"Yes, I know."
Voicing the thought that surfaced, she earned a satisfied smile from him.
"No need for explanations or lines, huh."
"Pardon?"
"Never mind."
He approached the sink, squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, and brought it to his mouth.
"Then, I'll leave it to you, Soyul."
"Ah, yes."
For someone penniless like her, this was fair recompense for his teaching.
Nothing strange about it at all.
Something tugged at a corner of her mind, but it was too fleeting to grasp.
Shhh.
Following the thoughts in her head, she grabbed the showerhead and approached him at the sink.
She sprayed water at a comfortable temperature over him.
Splash!
She began rubbing his wetting back with her hands.
"Arm..."
At Maeng Soyul's word, he lifted his arm.
She scrubbed his armpit meticulously, then grabbed a hanging towel.
Squirting body wash, she worked up a lather and drew near—but he raised a hand.
"Ptooey, hold on."
He rinsed his mouth, turned to face her, and smiled.
"Just do it."
"...Yes."
Standing before him, she rubbed him down thoroughly with the towel.
First time seeing a man's body this close up—she had no idea where to direct her gaze.
"Ah..."
As her eyes drifted lower, there was that thing she'd taken in her mouth yesterday, now swollen and throbbing.
This... in my mouth...
Even now, it looked impossibly huge.
"Cute, right?"
She gave an awkward smile at Nam Siu's words. It didn't look cute at all.
"Keep staring, and it'll grow on you."
"...Yes..."
He was a good senior, sure—but agreeing it was cute stretched her.
"Back too?"
He turned, revealing a body untouched by suds.
Squelch.
As she lathered the towel afresh, a sudden thought struck her.
Feels like washing my little brother...
The notion brought a faint smile to her lips.
Even with her back turned, she worried he'd notice and schooled her face.
§
After washing, they rested briefly before theory lessons began.
It was nominally necessary, after all.
She wouldn't remember once the scenario ended, but explaining it boosted immersion.
"College textbook from your major days—headache just looking, right?"
"It's fine."
Her eyes on the book sparkled with life.
Watching the earnest student Maeng Soyul, he wondered why she hadn't studied back in school.
Morning passed that way. After lunch, it was editing time.
"Sit here."
He seated Maeng Soyul in the computer chair, dragged over a dining chair, and sat beside her.
"Settings are all done. One sec."
Time to practice the morning's theory hands-on.
The only difference: she was the video's star.
She looked mortified from the very first frame featuring her—adorably so.
Her expressions were rare sights at the company.
"Thought of a concept?"
Hand on her shaking head's shoulder, he prompted.
"Hmm, bright concept sounds good?"
"Yes."
In the footage, Maeng Soyul's lips enveloped his massive glans, sucking.
Her gaze wavered with embarrassment, but for the lesson, she refocused on the monitor.
Dissonance would rise alongside it, but she needed to grow accustomed to such acts.
"Remember the shortcuts? Give it a go."
He watched from behind, offering tips now and then.
The initial embarrassment vanished; she dove in and finished the edit swiftly.
"Effects and audio later. Good work."
"That's it for today...?"
"Yeah, it was just a few minutes. Today we're shooting long."
"Ah..."
He sent Maeng Soyul out momentarily and opened the Scenario Book.
Immersion Degree: 72%
Dissonance: 12%
Immersion had climbed substantially.
Just pure teaching all morning and afternoon.
"As expected. Can capture the ada removal on video."
It would be priceless footage.
Grinning, he stepped out of the room.
He sat across from her, demure in the living room.
Table between them, he outlined today's shoot.
"Planning a long one today. And one thing I wanna ask."
"...?"
Her bob hair swayed as she gazed at him with unknowing eyes.
Those upturned eyes and silence had once made her seem rude.
Now, she looked purer than anyone.
Whoever claimed her first deserved a record—and he had the kindest intentions.
"Okay if your first time's with me?"
"..."
A tiny nod sufficed.
With immersion this high, it was a given.
"You know what a woman's first time means, right?"
Time to introduce new commonsense.
Tailored for her, with her overwhelmingly narrow social circle.
"Precious for the woman, but a huge burden on the partner."
First experiences varied in weight by the receiver.
Maeng Soyul looked at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry..."
"What for~."
"You're teaching me, and because of me..."
"Nah, it's fine."
Time for another act.
Chin on hand, he spoke casually to Maeng Soyul.
"You're my first junior here at Neulsom Studio. So this is how it is."
He drove the nail into her built-up gratitude.
Hand extended to her touched face.
Her hand felt tiny and delicate against his.
"Don't overthink the burden. In return, I'll film your first experience as prettily as possible."
"...Thank you."
Different thrill from Woo Da-hee or Woo Da-young.
Starved for love and praise, even a hint of kindness in the scenario multiplied her emotion several-fold.
"Shall we?"
"Yup."
Her voice brimmed with resolve.
Grabbing the charged camera, he entered the bedroom.
"Just follow my lead. Oh, and."
Scratching his head, he added,
"I don't need it, but usually, you thank the partner after they... finish. Basic etiquette."
"Ah..."
"Do it for your future boyfriend. Me? Nah."
For such a good girl, that was plenty.
Having summoned the new commonsense, he raised the camera for this scenario's masterpiece.