Chapter 78
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: College Model (1)
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Two weeks had passed.
I did exactly as I'd told the girls. Starting the next day, I cut their shoots from twice a week to just once.
They must've coordinated among themselves, because they sent me their scheduled days via text.
Monday: Choi Yujeong
Wednesday: Lee Ayoung
Friday: Kim Sujin
Nothing much had changed.
Sujin kept up our friends-with-benefits thing, fucking every day like she was addicted—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say so.
Yujeong headed to the cafe in the morning, Ayoung to the office, so there were no watchers or interruptions.
Even during their one shoot a week, they didn't put in any special effort like before—no agonizing over content ideas or anything.
That didn't mean they abandoned their channels entirely.
They'd post the occasional naughty photo, a 2-3 minute masturbation clip, or even short videos we'd filmed spontaneously mid-fuck as a joke.
I'd let the Violet Muse channel stagnate just enough, and while Sujin would go, "Ah, no new subscribers," she didn't seem motivated to post more.
"Hey. What do you think of this car?"
Even so, she was thinking about buying a car, which made me think things were settling back to something like normal at home.
After the paizuri practice and cum-tasting session that Sunday, Yujeong dove headfirst into training for her mission.
She still got awkward and shy during the titjobs, but she no longer recoiled from semen.
That said, she couldn't yet gulp down every last drop of the massive loads I shot.
Still, she never refused the practice.
"Wanna try taking it in your mouth?"
"Haa... haa... Just cum inside."
"For practice."
"You pervert."
"Gonna cum?"
"Ah—"
Her resistance to taking it in her mouth was fading bit by bit.
"Ugh, seriously. Tastes like absolute shit."
Of course, she didn't savor it like Sujin did outright, but swallowing my cum still made her climax and squirt, just like Sujin.
After cutting shoots to once a week, Ayoung started dragging me out somewhere every afternoon.
Checking trendy clothes at department stores, hitting wholesale markets for stock, or suddenly insisting on buying me something at an outlet.
And on the way back, always in the car—
"Haa... haa... Pound me quick."
"Already?"
"Hurry up, idiot."
"Say 'master' first."
"You asshole."
"You're gonna do it on camera anyway."
"Fuck... Master. Pound me quick."
Slap!
"Kgh!"
She vented her pent-up urges.
Ayoung had lost her aversion to tasting cum too, but without a mission like Yujeong's, she'd just lick my dick clean after a creampie.
"Dessert time♥?"
Lick lick
Ayoung was starting to develop a taste for it now, going so far as to polish my cock spotless with her tongue until it gleamed with spit.
And just yesterday.
On Sunday, with the cafe closed, the girls showed up as a group like the week before, taking turns with me in the living room.
The difference from last week? No booze—they started stone-cold sober.
After we'd all taken turns fucking, when I finally came,
all three latched onto my cum-drenched monster cock, licking it up together amiably while squirting (Ayoung smacked them when they weren't paying attention).
Then they'd head to the bathroom one by one for showers, and only after that would we watch TV and drink together.
Monday morning.
The weather was bright and clear.
I'd gotten up early, washed up, and was mulling over where to invest my 180 million won.
Click.
[Kim Sujin] Whatcha doing
[Me] Just got out of the shower
I couldn't exactly say I was planning investments for the future first thing in the morning—that'd sound lame—so I kept it vague.
[Kim Sujin] Come to the cafe and grab me a coffee
[Me] Now?
[Kim Sujin] Don't make me say it twice
[Me] On my way
[Kim Sujin] ^^
I threw on some clothes and headed to the cafe.
As I walked into the empty shop, Yujeong looked up lightly from the counter.
"You're here. Wait. It'll be out soon."
I sat at the spot closest to the counter and waited.
Yujeong glanced my way now and then while brewing the coffee.
She seemed like she had something to say but was hesitating.
Finally, she spoke up.
"Hey."
"...?"
"How long you gonna keep running errands for Kim Sujin, huh?"
"It's not errands... She asked, so I'm doing it."
"That's what an errand is, you punk."
"..."
"Sigh. Idiot. Pick something for yourself too."
"Me? Nah, nothing sounds good."
"Even if I buy it?"
"That new watermelon juice work?"
Americano: 4,000 won. Watermelon juice: 6,000 won.
"No conscience, you."
Yujeong grumbled but pulled a container of prepped watermelon from the fridge anyway.
"Hey, if it's a hassle, just give me the Americano."
"Ugh, seriously. Makes me wanna smack you."
She muttered as she tossed watermelon chunks into the blender.
The blender roared pretty loud.
Whirrrrr—
The idol tune playing in the cafe was noisy too, leaving my ears ringing for a sec.
Yujeong's back as she gripped the blender.
Even from behind, the sideboob peeking out was enough to drive a guy insane.
'Titjob in the morning sounds good.'
I suddenly realized she'd never hear me over the racket anyway.
That reminded me of the movie theater elevator last time, when Yujeong mouthed,
-Wanna date?
I muttered playfully to myself.
"Yeah. Let's date."
Whirr.
The blender shut off right on cue.
Phew.
'Almost fucked up~'
That was thrilling.
Fun.
Yujeong poured the watermelon juice into a cup.
She loaded a carrier with one watermelon juice and one iced Americano.
"Here."
"Thanks, enjoy."
"Get lost."
As I grabbed the coffee carrier, I asked,
"Shooting later?"
"Yeah. Around 4 after closing?"
"Got it. See ya~"
I left the cafe.
Heading out from the cafe, around the crosswalk, I couldn't help but sense something off.
'Huh?'
Sujin was outside, waiting for me.
Ah.
She wasn't planning to drink it while fucking me.
She was dressed up nice, looked like she was heading out somewhere.
Spotting me, Kim Sujin approached and held out her hand.
I handed her the coffee, and she asked,
"No issues?"
"This morning?"
"Yeah."
"Nope."
"Follow me."
I sipped my watermelon juice and trailed Sujin.
We crossed the crosswalk.
"School?"
"Yeah."
"Library?"
She had a handbag instead of her usual backpack, so probably not, but I couldn't think of anywhere else she'd go.
"Nah. Got a shoot."
"...?"
Huh? A shoot besides with me?
"Y'know... 'Campus Now' or whatever? That magazine asked me to model. They're paying."
"Oh, yeah. Seen it."
It's stocked in school lounges—heard only super pretty girls like real models make the cover.
"Thought you had to apply. Someone from my major signed me up instead. Weird bitch. Anyway, a few pics and a quick interview for 30k? Worth it."
Around then, I had to ask.
"But... why me?"
We passed the school gate.
Sujin hooked her arm in mine and said,
"'Cause you're my boyfriend. Gotta come with~"
Ohhh yeahhh.
I fought back a goofy grin and nodded.
"Alright then."
We waited at the bus stop right after the gate.
We usually walked for exercise, but Sujin said sweat might ruin her makeup, so bus it was.
'What do you call this feeling?'
Students waiting nearby kept glancing our way.
'Yeah, I used a hypnosis app.'
The shuttle bus came soon; we rode to the end of campus and got off.
Heading to the rooftop of the business building with Sujin.
The roof had a walking garden and scattered lounge chairs. Being vacation and early morning, hardly anyone around.
At the far end, a guy with a camera and a girl who looked like the interviewer.
They spotted us, stood from their seats.
Sujin unlinked arms and trotted over with a greeting.
"Hello."
Formal hellos and quick intros followed.
"Let's start the interview then."
"Sure."
"Is that your boyfriend, by chance?"
"Ah, yeah."
Sujin nodded shyly.
I felt awkward in my tracksuit alone.
The interview kicked off. Sujin handled it smoothly—guessed she'd gotten the questions ahead.
Nothing deep: how a business freshman spends break, dreams, etc.
Midway, the photographer dude circled, snapping away.
A few folks who'd come up to the roof figured I was just a spectator and watched the interview too.
About 15 minutes later, interview wrapped. Photographer posed her on a bench for a few more shots.
Poses like reading a book, eyes closed with a pleasant smile—freshman vibe stuff.
Pretty twenty-year-old dreaming of first love.
Sujin nailed the poses in front of the camera.
No way you'd peg her as the girl who'd posted a nude nipple-licking pic on OnlyFans last night.
Or imagine her going 1v3 with her friends' guy present.
"Fuck, I'm doomed."
A watching guy muttered; his buddy elbowed him like it was embarrassing.
Loud enough for Sujin to hear, probably.
Shooting done, they gave details on payment, mag release, etc. Sujin scampered back.
"All done♡"
Then hooked her arm in mine again.
The onlooker students stared at me, dumbfounded.
'Ugh, embarrassing.'
The guy who'd called himself doomed gawked as his "girlfriend" got revealed; super awkward for them.
Plus, we weren't really dating—just me, bullied for six years, lucking into fuckbuddy (pet dildo) status.
No real bragging rights for me.
"Must've been boring waiting. Sorry."
Blood rushed south.
Partly her tit against my arm, but "sorry" made my heart race too.
Fuck.
Kim Sujin saying sorry so casually?
Never heard it in six years of school.
Playing girlfriend brought it right out.
'Damn. Got a weird fetish now.'
Sujin clung tight to my arm.
"C'mon. Hot even in the morning. Home for some shaved ice."
"Shaved ice" was our code for her wanting my white syrup poured on her.
As we headed down from the roof, a guy approached.
"Excuse me..."
He handed Sujin a business card.
'Huh?'
Logo of one of Korea's top agencies.
Sujin took it reflexively.
The guy said,
"If you're interested in idols or acting, give us a call."
Sujin smirked.
"Boyfriend okay?"
The staffer glanced at me, then her.
"Yes, of course."
His face screamed: Debut and guys like him won't even register.
Wonder why an agency guy was here this early.
Oh, drama filming at the law building?
'That readable face? Won't last long at the company.'
-type shit swirled in my head.
Anyway, I wanted out ASAP.
Girlfriend getting idol offer in public? Made me look less like boyfriend material.
Sujin asked,
"Isn't it too late for me to debut as an idol?"
"Not at all. Acting interest? We do actresses too."
Persistent.
Sujin looked at me, handed the card back.
"No thanks."
"...Pardon?"
The guy gaped at her.
She said,
"I already have about four at home."