Chapter 60
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Model (2)
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Ayoung's office was bigger than I'd expected.
I'd thought it was just one room.
But when we went in, there was an office where she and two employees worked, a pretty large storage room next door, and a separate space for chroma key photoshoots.
Since it was Sunday, the employees weren't there.
"Oh. They said business was good, but this is pretty serious."
Sujin voiced exactly what I was thinking.
Yujeong patted her belly like a drum.
"Ah, I'm starving. Feed us first, then put us to work."
Ayoung muttered while roughly tidying up the office.
"Photos first. Can't have our bellies sticking out."
She brought over a few boxes.
Thud.
She set them on the table and put her hands on her hips.
"Here. Minwoo, you wear this. Sujin, this one's yours. Yujeong, this. Got it?"
Inside the box were three neatly folded pairs of men's drawer underwear.
'...What the hell is this?'
Yujeong's and Sujin's boxes had lingerie bras and panties.
Sujin let out a deep sigh.
"Are you insane?"
Ayoung held up her palms to calm us down.
"I know what you're thinking. It's confusing. But what if I make an offer you can't refuse?"
We three shot her looks that said we'd report her right then if we didn't like the offer.
Ayoung said,
"30,000 won."
We all turned toward the door at once. She rushed in front to block us.
"No faces, I swear! 50,000 won!"
Sujin said to Yujeong,
"There's a kimbap place out front. Let's get some rabokki."
"Sounds good."
For some reason, Ayoung grabbed my collar.
And pleaded,
"Please, just help me this once... Huh? If it goes well, I'll treat you to someplace fancy. Omakase or whatever. I've reinvested everything I've made so far, so I'm broke right now..."
She'd reinvested all her earnings?
'...This might blow up big time.'
With her fashion sense, it felt like it could actually work.
She'd built this up all by herself, so who knows.
Sujin and Yujeong seemed to soften once Ayoung started begging.
They had been best friends stuck together through six years of middle and high school, after all.
Sujin muttered with her arms crossed.
"If you'd said so from the start, maybe. But showing up here and telling us to wear this? It's pissing me off."
"Right, right."
Yujeong nodded.
"We figured it'd be those girlfriend-look outfits from your shop."
"Right, right."
Sujin would say something, and Yujeong would chime in.
That playful banter probably sounded more like help coming her way to her close friends.
She let go of my collar and clapped sharply.
"Okay! Got it. This is me going big."
Oh. What?
She'd upped it from 30k to 50k. No way 100k?
Fitting model gigs at shops paid 10-20k, and this was underwear, so pricier.
Even 100k would be a steal for her.
Forget me—even with bodies like Choi Yujeong or Kim Sujin's, it wouldn't be less than 200k.
Sujin and Yujeong seemed to think the same; their faces lit up at the thought of today's pay.
Ayoung said,
"Next week, the days I do it with Kim Minwoo, I'll split one each with you. How's that? Huh?"
Silence fell over the office.
"..."
"..."
Kim Sujin and Choi Yujeong looked like 'that's it?'
It made sense.
Sujin was already fuckbuddies with me, so anytime.
Yujeong had already paved the way with English tutoring excuses for non-shoot days.
Realizing their reaction, Ayoung added,
"Think about your channels' subs going up from a shoot with Kim Minwoo. Nice, right?"
Yujeong and Sujin exchanged glances.
"Hmm..."
As Sujin started to speak, Ayoung yelled desperately,
"No, no! Cancel, cancel. Just cash. 100,000 won. Deal?"
Yujeong glanced at Sujin, then smirked slyly.
"Nah. We'll take two of yours for one each."
Sujin laughed.
"You don't even care that much about your OnlyFans anyway. No videos uploaded."
Yujeong chuckled and said to me,
"Hey. Kim Minwoo. Don't fuck Ayoung for a week? Let's see what happens."
See what happens?
At her words, blood rushed south.
My dick felt like it held some real power.
Sujin grinning beside me seemed to enjoy blocking Ayoung more than claiming her slot.
Their reactions felt like admitting right in front of me that they needed periodic tastes of my dick.
Ayoung looked back and forth between me and the girls.
Shaking off her fluster, she said,
"S-So, 50,000 won? And I give you each one of mine?"
Her face showed her pride stung.
She couldn't accept being framed as a slut who couldn't go a week without Kim Minwoo's dick.
Yujeong said, feigning surprise,
"That's the deal? So you really won't do it for a week?"
"Fuck. Like not fucking Kim Minwoo is a big deal. You think I'm in heat like you two?"
Sujin examined the lingerie bra and said,
"You sure? We're doing this for the shoot money, but you're just purely enjoying Minwoo."
Oh ho.
We're not in heat; it's for the shoot. But you? You're not.
Meaning, only you, Ayoung, are hot for Minwoo's dick.
Ayoung straightened up and chuckled.
"I'm doing OnlyFans too. Just too busy to upload. And I don't like Minwoo's dick enough to go crazy like you two. Huh?"
Ah.
Really?
Yujeong nodded.
"Fine then. Ayoung skips a week. Let's shoot quick. I'm hungry."
I raised my hand quietly.
"Um."
All three turned to me.
"I get nothing out of th—"
Before I finished, Yujeong's fist sank into my solar plexus.
Thud.
"Urk—"
Hit in the vital spot, I doubled over reflexively.
Yujeong stroked my head.
"Kim Minwoo's getting too cocky lately. Huh? Just 'cause your dick's big."
Sujin chimed in from the side.
"Eww, so seductive."
Ayoung smacked my ass and walked off.
"Bathroom's there. Change and come out."
I rubbed my belly and straightened up.
It was just a light tap, but to the solar plexus.
Not bad, exactly.
As Sujin followed Ayoung, Yujeong whispered softly,
"Didn't hurt, right?"
"...What."
I nodded with a pout.
Yujeong cooed, stroking my solar plexus.
"You act hit so well."
"From getting hit a lot."
She tapped my arm.
"Jerk. Holding grudges?"
"..."
Yujeong glanced around casually, checking if Ayoung and Sujin were watching.
They'd turned the corner, out of sight.
She said quietly,
"But I take a lot from you too. Right?"
You? When?
'I never hit her.'
As I looked confused, Yujeong stroked my crotch and said,
"You smack me with this all the time..."
Her face slightly flushed, she grabbed her underwear box and spun toward the changing room.
Left alone, I stood blankly, imagining backdooring Yujeong.
Smack smack sounds, her ass shaking wildly.
Choi Yujeong desperately holding back moans, slipping an "Ahhng" now and then.
Lost in fantasy, Ayoung returned.
"Kim Minwoo. Change there."
"...Not one at a time?"
"Won't take long. Embarrassing if only the first one's in underwear."
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With the green chroma key behind me, I stood in front of the camera.
Naked except for drawer underwear.
In front of me, lingerie-clad Choi Yujeong and Kim Sujin sat giggling.
Lee Ayoung, also in lingerie, glared at the camera screen.
"Argh, damn it. Hey, kid. Relax your dick, make it smaller."
"..."
How the hell?
Show me if you can.
Yujeong giggled.
"Kek. Fuck. Looks like fisheye distortion on that part."
My dick, tucked to one side under the panties, showed off its girth and length even soft—mortifying.
Kim Sujin, legs crossed behind the camera, teased silently by miming grabbing and sucking cock in the air.
Slurp...
Schlurp glurk...
Yujeong marveled.
"Oh, it's getting bigger."
Ayoung whipped her head around angrily; Sujin dropped her hand quick, pretending nothing.
Ayoung sighed, hands on hips.
Sujin said,
"Ayoung, just shoot and Photoshop."
"No. I will Photoshop, but there's a limit, fuck."
Yujeong grinned.
"Just shoot it like that. Who'll know? Could go viral, drive traffic to the shop."
No way.
No faces or not, I don't want virality like this.
Sujin laughed.
"Yeah. If I had a boyfriend, I'd buy it remembering this while shopping."
Ayoung's face turned to 'maybe?' at their words.
She pondered, then said to me,
"Hey. Strike a pose."
Thus, amid their giggles, taking Ayoung's abuse, I barely finished shooting.
Annoyed as I was, Yujeong and Sujin got praise and shots for slight moves.
"Nice. Good. Sideways. Okay, perfect."
I couldn't argue either.
Only after Ayoung, the shop owner, finished her selfies could we eat lunch.
Delivery food.
While eating, Ayoung said,
"The one whose outfit sells best today gets a special bonus from me."
"Oh. How much?"
Yujeong asked.
Ayoung met my eyes, looked away slyly, and said,
"Hmm... Not money. A date with the pretty Princess Ayoung?"
"Fuck that shit."
Yujeong tossed her chopsticks on the side plate and leaned back.
Sujin smirked mysteriously beside her.
"You're not planning to say Minwoo's sold the most and date him, right?"
Oh?
For real?
I watched Ayoung's face while snagging a donkatsu.
Ayoung glanced at me with a ridiculous look, then turned away.
"What bullshit. Me? With Kim Minwoo? Ha. Ridiculous."
Kim Sujin turned to me as Ayoung slurped her pasta.
Her eyes said, 'See? She likes you.' With a hint of superiority.