Chapter 34: Instagram Followers Hit 110,000
‘What the hell...!’
Of course, Jin-woo Lee was a perfectly normal guy with common sense. Even if his sister's pussy peeking through the gap in her dolphin pants was an impeccably clean pink—the kind you rarely see on Korean women—and completely smooth-shaven, he didn't suddenly feel a surge of lust toward his own flesh-and-blood sister and pounce on her like some animal. He was just flustered, that's all.
But it wasn't like he could just blurt out, "Show me your pussy, sis," right there on the spot either... He was so thrown off that he froze for a moment, staring blankly at his sister's exposed pussy.
What's going on? Why isn't she wearing panties?
About two or three seconds? More than enough time for Yeon-woo Lee to notice her brother's gaze.
‘Ah...?!’
Yeon-woo glanced back, and Jin-woo hurriedly averted his eyes. His heart was already pounding.
"Why?"
"Wh-what why?"
"No, why are you staring at me like that all of a sudden..."
Yeon-woo, puzzled, suddenly remembered her outfit. The super tight dolphin pants that probably showed off a ton of her ass. And the panties she'd sold off to that bastard Cheol-gyu Lee that morning...
‘Gasp! Did he see? Did he see it?!’
Jin-woo's face, which rarely showed emotion, was beet red. Yeah, he definitely saw.
‘Oh god, so embarrassing!’
Yeon-woo's heart sank as she scrambled to her feet. The embarrassment of accidentally flashing her pussy to her little brother was inevitable. Jin-woo realized she'd caught him looking and whipped his head away, but... the awkward thread clinging to their exchanged glances refused to break, sticking stubbornly like glue.
"I-I gotta go, sis..."
"Uh, yeah..."
Jin-woo bolted out the door like he was fleeing.
"Hey, why's your face like that? It's totally red."
"Shut up. Let's just go."
"...?"
Cheol-gyu, waiting outside, was shocked at how flushed Jin-woo's face was. And the wave of surprise lingered even after Jin-woo left for the academy.
Focus. Concentrate. Concentrate.
Jin-woo's relationship with his sister Yeon-woo wasn't bad at all. In fact, unlike the internet meme about "real siblings"—where real siblings are supposed to hate each other—they actually got along pretty well. Back when Dad was a hotshot CEO at his mid-sized company, Jin-woo had always been diligent and studious, never causing trouble at home and keeping quiet. The opposite of his outgoing sister, he was calm and introverted. Siblings usually fight when both are extroverted—always messing around and pranking too hard—but with them, one was so mild-mannered that fights never really happened. Plus, after Dad's business tanked, Jin-woo felt deep gratitude toward his sister, even if he didn't show it.
The self-study re-taker academy was cheaper than regular cram schools, but the tuition and living expenses still weren't cheap. Sure, they got help from Uncle, but that didn't make it feel any less burdensome. That's when his sister would casually slip him pocket money—always a bit more than necessary.
Instructor salaries at cram schools can't be that high, right?
I'm the promo model too, so it's fine. Just take it.
Jin-woo was the blunt, stoic type, but he always felt thankful toward his sister... which made today's incident all the more confusing. Not confusion about his sister, but about himself—losing control and staring at that for several seconds.
===== “One matcha frappuccino to go, and six iced Americanos...”
"Yes, that comes to 36,300 won..."
The morning's embarrassment was just a blip, nothing that lasted long, but it left a little itch in the corner of my heart. Like an app I wasn't even using, quietly eating up memory.
I'd gone to Pilates in the morning, rushed to work, and was buying coffee for the instructors when... even in the middle of all that hustle, my little brother's dumbstruck face kept popping into my head.
Ugh... what do I do?
Am I overreacting just because some OP whore flashed her pussy once? But a random guy from OP is different from my own flesh-and-blood brother...
To put it bluntly, having some stranger—who doesn't even know who I am—grope my body freely, fuck me, and creampie me is way less embarrassing than showing that part to my brother, who sees me as the perfect big sis...
Strangers are just that—strangers. Fuck once and done. But your brother? You can't just swap him out.
Sigh, stop thinking about it! Just let it go.
No point dwelling on it forever—it's already happened. I've been under constant blackmail from that Cheol-gyu bastard these past few days, and now this with my brother on top... The best thing is to shove it aside as water under the bridge, something I can't change.
"Ma'am, your order's ready."
"Ah! Yes~"
I shook off those stray thoughts, grabbed the takeout coffees, and hurried off. The coffee shop's right next to the academy, so it wasn't a big deal, but a delicate flower like me struggling with drinks for all the male instructors? Instant brownie points, obviously.
Grunting up the stairs with seven drinks, the male teachers chatting in the hallway spotted me and came rushing over.
"Hello~"
"Hey... wow, you got them again?"
"Jackpot! Gimme mine quick, Instructor Yeon-woo."
"Man, you're the best, teach."
Just as expected—the coffee excuse to get close and chat me up.
"No need~ I can handle it~"
"Don't strain yourself like this next time. Just call me. Haha!"
Ah, this is what I like. Not full-on stringing them along, but watching guys wag their tails like puppies trying to impress me. None of these middle-aged dudes here are ones I'd actually go for... but currying favor never hurts, right? Other women might call it fox tricks, but with only one other female staffer—the accountant—and the rest all guys, it works.
"Oh? You got mine too?"
"Of course I got the director's. Matcha frappuccino, right?"
"Whoa... I'm touched, Instructor Yeon-woo. You even remember my taste."
Men melt over little things like this. Bonus points if I brush my hair back to flash my neckline or go, "Oh no, you spilled coffee on your sleeve. Hold on..."
"N-no, I can wipe it..."
Or feeding them a stick snack when their hands are full: "Teacher! This is yummy, wanna try?"
"Sh-sure?"
"Here, ahh~!"
"Wha—ah..."
Little moments like that make office life so much smoother if you rotate them in occasionally.
"Haha, you're the real mood-maker, Instructor Yeon-woo."
"Aw, stop teasing~"
"For real though? The office would be dead without you. Thanks, anyway."
Of course, the accountant huddled in the corner looked pissed... but whatever. Go be pretty and born hot if you don't like it.
I handed out the drinks and got to work. Main job's promo, so I checked the academy promo site and Instagram... and yeah, traffic was through the roof.
Instagram followers at 20,000 total? Wow...
A few days ago, Cheol-gyu that jerk posted my promo Insta on a huge community without asking, and followers exploded. Most aren't here for the academy—they just want to ogle me—but the numbers help promo big time. That's why the director wants to extend my contract...
And my personal Insta, exposed alongside the promo site, jumped from 60,000 to 110,000 in days—almost double. Unprecedented fame spike. Kinda scary...
I'd always worn a mask on my personal account, thinking it kept me anonymous, and posted body shots with some skin—swimsuits, lingerie, that sexy vibe. But with my face out on the promo site and my personal handle busted, anonymity was toast.
No point hiding behind a mask anymore, so... I started posting face reveals.
For example:
Just a simple shot of me in leggings doing Pilates, but face reveal vs. no? Night and day. Explosive reactions—views in different digits entirely.
Salary bandit or not, I clicked my morning post on personal Insta to check the insane comment surge. Heart pounding...
Mostly positive, adoring comments. You can curate comments anyway, so more hype praise than raw takes. Real reactions? DMs.
How many DMs could there be...
Ooh, legit ad offer. Gotta note this...
From 60k no-face to 110k+ face reveal, and sponsorships roll in already. Proud moment? Losing anonymity means restrictions, but legit fame opens doors.
Excited, I dug through more DMs. Used to be pure harassment spam.
Like this crap:
No face, just body? They treat you like an object, fair game. Early 20s, it hurt for real. Now? Ugh, more bullshit. Dick pics? I've graded length, color, girth on autopilot. Sponsor offers? Skip after first line.
Typical: "Business proposal. 2-4 meets/month, 1-2 hrs dates. 500k each time. Plus Gangnam OP-tel/car support possible. Reply if interested."
Tempting sometimes, but sponsoring sounds exhausting—ignore.
Anyway, now real business DMs slipping through:
Whoa!! Cosmetics offers now too. I've made it big?!
But as my legit profile grows, OP history could trip me up. Especially after Cheol-gyu caught me.
That fucker. Won't use my follower spike as new blackmail fodder, right?
Just thinking pisses me off—ding!
Right on cue, a message from the Manager:
Hmm... what now? Quit immediately? Or... I've come this far, keep going a bit?
Got me second-guessing. A little.