So... How Much Are You Gonna Give Me?
Rationally speaking, if you think about it calmly, there's no way people would memorize the face of an Instagram model—especially when editing and Photoshop are par for the course. Even if my promo photo from Mabong Self-Study Re-taker Academy pops up on a major community site and my real account gets exposed, most of those 100,000+ views are probably just mindless clicks from people who bounce right away. And even the few who actually look? They'll forget my face in no time. The odds of any of them overlapping with my past OP clients? Practically zero.
But me, the one directly involved? I couldn't be that rational, of course.
My heart felt like it was shriveling up, my thumbnail already ragged from nonstop biting. Anxiety had me compulsively refreshing and scouring the internet. Imagine sitting in the teachers' lounge, watching info about yourself multiply and spread like some self-replicating virus. The terror of your name and face getting sold out, your shady backside potentially exposed. The horror that it could spread to those around you through your cousin's mouth of all people. The fear of crashing down because of it all.
And yet... mixed into that stress, without me even realizing, was this faint thrill sparking some twisted chemical reaction. I wasn't in my right mind for a good while.
"Hoo... hoo."
My chest felt clogged, suffocating. My lower belly kept itching, and even though I hadn't eaten, nausea kept threatening to rise. Staying in the lounge like this was making my heart pound and my head spin, so I stepped out into the hallway for a breather.
But even outside... it was like the thief feeling his feet itch—every little thing around me felt like it was pointing fingers at me. Full-blown paranoia that everyone knew my secret.
"Teacher Yeon-woo! Hi!"
"Uh, y-yeah."
Right in the middle of break time. Students clustered in groups, giggling among themselves—even a simple greeting had me jumping to 'Are they talking about me?' My heart was pounding like never before.
So I ducked into the staff bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and finally realized I was overreacting. And... growing my Instagram wasn't all bad either.
"Hey. Hey... calm down, Yeon-woo. It's not spreading that fast, right? And even if it does, hardly anyone will recognize you."
Yeah. I've always been a bit of an attention whore. Praised for my looks since I was a kid, I knew all too well how Instagram likes, comments, and views dictated a girl's social status—unlike other girls. So... as long as my secret didn't blow up right away? The fact that it leaked to a male-dominated community today and pumped my views? Definitely a positive.
In this day and age, an account over 100k followers means coins dropping every time they climb. Yeah... think positive. Just shut Cheol-gyu Lee's mouth. No way any OP clients I know show up, right?
I forced myself to find comfort like that, trying to calm down. The anxiety etched into my heart didn't fully fade, though.
As I stepped out of the bathroom... right by the men's room entrance next to the staff one. I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the voices carried so naturally—I froze.
"What the... fuck, I'm dying... Yeon-woo Lee's tits are insane...! Man, I wanna fuck her so bad."
"Tits my ass, what a slut, you moron."
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Unlike Yeon-woo Lee desperately comforting herself that it was all paranoia, at least some of the students really were talking about her.
"Hey! Hey, you see this post?"
"Huh? That's Teacher Yeon-woo, right? Whoa, Yeon-woo sis is hot as hell. Promo pic's going viral."
"Dude, fuck, that's not the point. Her real Insta's in the comments, shit."
"So?"
"Look, look. This bitch is wild, kekeke."
"What...? Oh damn!"
"Swimsuit pics are nuts."
During break, Cheol-gyu Lee had gone into the bathroom to take a shit... and overheard the guys chattering, a weird thrill hitting him.
It spread this fast?
He'd stayed up all night tossing with fantasies, deliberately posting his cousin's promo Insta on a massive community with 100k live viewers.
"Fuck... damn, she's so hot... Hey, lemme shit real quick."
"Dumbass, you jerking off?"
"Fuck off, I really gotta go."
"Loser kekeke. Jerk to this."
"What...? Fuck, I'm dying... Yeon-woo Lee's tits are insane...! Man, I wanna fuck her so bad."
"Tits my ass, what a slut, you moron."
Their crude banter faded as they left, and only after a while did Cheol-gyu flush and step out. Everyone already knew he was Yeon-woo sis's cousin, so showing up would've killed the vibe.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
His heart raced way too fast. He was that excited. Because... those were familiar voices. Kids he saw every day studying around him, asking what he did today, eating lunch together, teasing each other, ditching self-study for PC bangs sometimes. Most of them were the ordinary students who fawned over "Teacher Yeon-woo, Teacher Yeon-woo."
And here they were, casually spewing vulgar shit like they wanted to fuck her over some mildly revealing Insta pics.
Cheol-gyu Lee's dick was rock-hard at its limit... He tried calming his excitement as he left the bathroom door...
"Huh...?"
"..."
His cousin Yeon-woo Lee stood there, face hardened as she glared at him and walked away.
Did she... hear?
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"Yeon-i, Yeon-woo Lee. Insta followers at 200k. Huge. How'd you gain 50k in a day?"
"Shut up."
"Why? You don't like it?"
"..."
That day was weird as hell. No mood to work OP, so I told the Manager I was skipping. Spent the evening drinking with Ju-hee Go, a friend I'd always been chill with.
No headspace for Insta shoots or whatever, so we just hit a pork galbi joint, ordered soju, and pounded it casually.
But usually, the more you drink, the weirder the vibe gets. I should feel shitty... My face leaked to a huge community without my say-so, real account dug up. Pretty sure Cheol-gyu Lee did it, but confronting him's tough. Even overheard my students trash-talking me like jerk-off bait...
Yet some strange feeling kept bubbling up. Not bad, not good. Hard to put into words... Like, 'I'm totally fucked, but weirdly thrilled by it' (?) Some fucked-up sensation.
The booze numbing my rationality?
"So, academy promo site got your real account exposed?"
"Yeah."
"Good for you."
"How?"
And amid all that, Ju-hee Go's spouting weird shit.
"I didn't wanna go public with my face."
"Why?"
"...Just, y'know."
No matter how close, hard to admit I'm doing OP. Back when I did kiss rooms, got caught by a school junior—felt like Ju-hee Go snitched. That junior fucked me silly there... Felt amazing, actually... Led to more stuff after, but anyway. She's comfy but not trustworthy.
So spilling about OP? And running into cousin there, him blackmailing me over my body? No way.
Guess calling her out just to clam up frustrates her.
"Hey, you drag me out and won't even vent properly?"
"Vent? No worries here..."
"Bullshit. You only use me as an emotional dump when you're stressed."
"...What? When did I?"
"Anyway, Insta worries? Pfft. Show your face, hustle a bit—you could hit 800k easy. Get famous, and they'll clap even if you shit yourself."
"Girl, classy up your mouth. What's with the shit talk?"
"Classy my ass. You gonna lecture me?"
"...Shut it, bitch."
Ju-hee Go wasn't wrong, though. I'd been masking my face, posting sporadically, still hit 150k followers—now 200k after this mess. Go full influencer?
Followers explode, obviously. And as I said before, Insta followers = money. Assuming looks hold up, which mine do—face and body. Monetizing fame's no issue. OP was just less hassle.
Yeah... fine. Was gonna quit anyway—call it early cleanup. Ditch OP.
Already caught by Cheol-gyu Lee—better wrap it quick. And... that fucker holding my secret? Gotta seal his lips even after quitting.
...By any means.
"Hey. Thanks."
"...For?"
"You know, bitch."
"Spouting nonsense again."
"Whatever. Drink!"
So that night, pretty drunk, I headed home.
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"Drinking with a friend?"
"Y-yeah! Uncle. Hehe."
"You're wasted~ Go wash up and sleep."
"Yeees~!"
But I didn't wash—instead of my room, I slipped into Cheol-gyu Lee's.
"...Huh? Sis?"
"Shh..."
He startled at me barging in drunk. I shushed him to keep quiet... and loomed over him lying confused on the bed.
Always looked dumb and ugly—short, pathetic exterior. But tonight... my head wasn't thinking straight.
Just this vague urge: to go public as an influencer, I had to shut this rat's mouth knowing my secret.
"Hoo... head's spinning..."
"S-sis, you drank?"
"Duh. Do you even see me as your cousin sis?"
"..."
"Hey... how many times you jerked to me? Huh?"
"Wha...?"
But I didn't wait for his answer... shrugged off my cardigan... undid my blouse buttons one by one.
Tennis skirt hit the floor with a loud thud...
His eyes bulged like saucers at the sound—looked feral.
"...Wh-what suddenly?"
"You said you'd pay, right?"
"...Huh? Th-that was..."
"...Fuck, head's spinning... Anyway... hey, say it."
"..."
"So... how much you gonna give me?"