14. Nude Model (3)
"You got a boner?"
"Nah, probably not? Maybe?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean???"
Yunah noona asked again if I'd gotten hard, and I gave her some vague answer. She looked at me like I was ridiculous, about to say something else, when Director Lee Se-kyeong knocked on the waiting room door and came in.
[Knock knock knock]
"Models, get ready to come out now."
"Yeah... Hey, Hyeongsik, whether you did or not, you can't go out there in front of the students and make the same mistake of popping a boner. Seriously."
"I'll do my best."
I couldn't promise I wouldn't get hard at all, so I just said I'd try my hardest. I slipped on my robe, put on the prepared mask, and headed out of the waiting room with noona.
We walked down the long hallway into the studio, where easels were set up in a semicircle. Director Lee Se-kyeong and eight students were seated at their spots, waiting for us. All the students were women, just like noona had said—housewives in their forties and fifties. From their clothes and jewelry, they looked like at least middle-class. Their gazes locked onto me and noona as we entered, especially on me, the only guy. I could feel their sparkling eyes devouring the young man in front of them, and I remembered what the director had said when I first arrived.
'Our students are gonna love you today ❤️'
Of course. Guys can't look away from pretty girls with hot bodies, and women are no different...
"Alright, everyone. As I announced before, today we're drawing nudes using two models—a man and a woman."
Just as I started feeling a bit embarrassed under their intense stares, Director Lee Se-kyeong stood up and began the class.
"Models, please get into position right away. Students, use everything you've learned so far to capture their bodies in intricate detail. Pay special attention to the curves."
At her instruction to pose, noona and I shed our robes and hung them aside, stepping into the empty space at the center surrounded by the students in a fan shape. We embraced, leaving just a sliver of space between our chests. Her arm draped over my shoulder as my arms wrapped around her back and waist.
Then the director, watching us, made a request.
"Female model, could you wrap your left leg around the male model's thigh?"
"Sure."
Noona immediately lifted her left leg and hooked it around my thigh. The smooth feel of her bare skin against my thick thigh, her sweet body scent—it all hit me at once, and the excitement I'd managed to suppress started creeping back up.
Just tilting my head down a bit, I could see her full, bare tits—the ones I'd jerked off to countless times—thrusting out proudly with their thick nipples. My cock started itching, blood rushing in. At this rate, it'd be fully erect, bulging out my panties for everyone to see.
Noona, sensing my state, pinched the back of my neck where no one else could see and whispered.
"Ngh!"
"Hold it together. Or I'll keep pinching... You wanna get humiliated in front of those ajummas?"
Erections aren't something I can control on command, but the pain from my neck and the trauma of exposing my tiny dick to others kicked in. A chill ran down my spine, snuffing out the rising heat in an instant. My cock went limp again.
Once I calmed down, noona patted my shoulder as if to say good job.
"See? You can hold it. Just empty your mind and focus on the pose. It'll get easier."
We got past that hurdle. Following her advice, I pushed thoughts of her tits aside and concentrated on holding the position. No twitching cock or racing heart this time.
Of course, the trauma did most of the heavy lifting...
[Scribble scribble]
After that, with no major issues, I heard the students sketching and poured all my focus into not twitching a finger.
But as time dragged on, a tingling numbness started in my feet on the floor and spread through my body. As a model, I couldn't move a muscle for the students' sake, so time felt three times slower, and my body screamed in agony from the strain everywhere.
My ordeal didn't end there. Back in the waiting room, I'd gotten rock-hard from noona's bare upper body—especially those pure white tits with nothing covering them. The precum I'd leaked was the real culprit now. It had soaked a huge wet spot on my panties, and even after what felt like twenty minutes, the dark stain was still there. A few students had noticed early on and let out faint chuckles, filling me with shame.
The trauma flared again—I wanted to bolt from the spot—but every time, noona's soft gaze held me in place, barely suppressing my escape urge.
"We'll take a five-minute break now."
I'd been gritting through the ache from head to toe, eyes squeezed shut, when the director announced the break. The first 25-minute pose—felt like an hour—was finally over.
Noona and I shuffled our numb legs into robes and headed to the waiting room. We'd only done one out of six poses, but I felt drained.
"Ughhh."
I collapsed onto the sofa in the waiting room, while noona casually perched on a chair next to it. Seeing me sprawled out massaging my limbs, she spoke in a pitying tone.
"Tough, huh, Hyeongsik? Everyone feels that way their first time modeling."
"I thought it'd be easy—just hold a pose without moving. But keeping your body locked like that for so long is brutal."
"You did great for a newbie, though. Held off that boner like a champ."
"Gah!"
Her sudden mention of my erection nearly made me spit out my water. Ignoring my reaction, noona kept going.
"Like I said a million times, don't see me as a woman. Think of me as... a statue or something. Next round, we're fully naked. If you pop a boner then, you're screwed. You heard them laughing at that wet spot on your panties, right?"
Her tone was like a senior colleague advising a junior. I just nodded in agreement.
"So focus only on the pose like before, and stray thoughts won't creep in. I'll treat you to something delicious after your shift ends, so let's nail the next five rounds, okay?"
She patted my shoulder encouragingly, then stood as break time ended, heading for the door. Her robe hugged her firm apple butt, swaying seductively into view. Having to suppress a boner even seeing that was pure torture.
I massaged my still-tingly legs and followed her out to the studio.
Walking the hall, I heard the ajummas chattering inside— all about me. From "Where'd the director find such a hunky model?" to "Did you see that wet spot on his panties? So cute!" True to form for women that age, their jokes were pretty raunchy. But they went dead silent as we entered, like they'd never said a word.
I wasn't gonna bother responding anyway. I ditched the robe and got back into the previous pose. Noona did the same, her serious expression visible even through the mask as she hooked her leg around my thigh again.
"Resuming sketches. This pose is the last for this round, so anyone behind, step it up."
Like before, Director Lee Se-kyeong's words kicked off the second round. Having done it once, I handled noona's body pressed against mine without major issues like erections, enduring another endless 25 minutes.
But as the ache hit again at break time, my mind heading to the waiting room was a mess of excitement and dread. The next round, we'd be fully nude, bodies overlapping in that erotic setup. Could I really avoid getting hard? And if noona or the ajummas laughed at my enlarged cock... what then?