The Filthiest Wedding Portrait
He hangs up just like that. As all the sounds flowing through Cheolsu's earphones cut off abruptly, he snaps back to reality. But in his ears, his wife's moans, the slapping of flesh, and their lewd whispers still echo like hallucinations. Under his desk, he pulls out his own thing, slick with the afterglow of shame and pleasure, and stares blankly into space with empty eyes. Now, he's become an accomplice, forced to create an alibi for his wife's affair partner.
In Cheolsu's car, Seoyeon sets down her phone with a satisfied expression. Park lightly kisses her cheek, then turns the wheel, heading somewhere familiar. A short while later, they pull up right in front of Seoyeon and Cheolsu's apartment.
"Go on up and come back."
At Park's words, Seoyeon gets out without asking a thing. Moments later, she returns to the car with a shopping bag in hand. Park drives on, stopping in front of a rundown commercial building in a quiet neighborhood. Beyond the dust-frosted display window hangs a tacky sign reading Eunsung Photo Studio. It looks like no one's set foot inside in ages.
As the two step inside, a white-haired old man sitting at the counter, reading a newspaper, slowly looks up. He's the picture of a rural village photographer.
"Welcome."
Park strides in familiarly and asks, "Boss, do you do wedding photos here by any chance?"
The photographer stares at him like he's crazy. "Wedding photos? Hardly anyone comes to a dump like this for that these days... But if you want 'em, sure, I'll shoot."
Park flashes a satisfied smile and beckons Seoyeon, who's waiting in the car. The moment she walks through the door, the photographer's eyes go wide.
"Heh heh... you two getting the shoot?"
"That's right."
"Aigoo, the groom here's got some real skills. She's practically his daughter..."
The photographer mutters to himself. Ignoring him, Park points to the large box Seoyeon is carrying.
"We brought the outfits. Can the bride change in that back room there?"
Seoyeon grabs the box and heads into the changing room behind the tattered curtain the photographer points to. A few minutes later, the curtain parts again, and when she steps out, the old man can't close his mouth.
She's wearing the most beautiful pure-white wedding dress in the world—the one she personally bought for her wedding to Cheolsu years ago.
"No way... dressed like that, and you wanna shoot here?"
The photographer looks utterly baffled. Luckily, the old guy seems clueless that the woman before him was once the idol Ciel who shook Korea to its core.
And so, Park and Seoyeon begin their wedding photo session. The photographer gives awkward directions to the pair standing stiffly.
"Alright, groom, hand on the bride's shoulder."
"Now, bride, give the groom a peck on the cheek."
Seoyeon follows every instruction perfectly, beaming the smile of the world's happiest bride. After a few shots, as they pick their favorites—
Park suddenly approaches the photographer and whispers secretly.
"Boss. I'm about to shoot some very special photos now... Keep it quiet, and I'll hand you five million won in cash right here."
He pulls out a thick envelope of bills. The photographer stammers in shock.
"What... what kind of photos?"
"You'll see as we go. Just stick to the deal. Sign this memo here. Deal or no deal?"
Five million won is too much to refuse. The photographer nods and signs the memo Park holds out.
All printed photos will be destroyed immediately after printing, including originals and copies.
The fact of the shoot and its contents will never be disclosed to any third party.
Violation will result in compensation of 20 times the amount paid.
With everything set, Park says, "Alright, now let's start the real shoot."
He stands in front of the camera and, brazenly, unzips his pants to pull out his massive cock. Then he presses down on Seoyeon's shoulder in her wedding dress, forcing her to kneel right before him.
The photographer recoils in horror.
"Wh-what the hell...!"
Park grins and points to the freshly signed memo.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten the contract already, boss?"
The photographer gulps dryly and picks up the camera with trembling hands. Through the viewfinder, he begins capturing the unbelievable scene before him.
A beautiful bride in her pure-white wedding dress. Without a hint of hesitation in front of the camera and the old photographer, she buries her face between his legs.
Click! The shutter echoes through the dingy studio.
Through the viewfinder, her tongue— like a living pink creature—starts laving from his sagging balls. She sucks one entire ball into her mouth like candy, rolling it softly, then extends her tongue to lick slowly from the root of his cock all the way to the tip.
Flash! Bang! Every burst of light makes her whole body tremble with shame at performing like this before a total stranger—an old man she's never met. But that humiliation strangely excites her more.
Ah... I really feel like... a porn actress now...
Just that thought soaks her between the legs. Soon, she takes it into her mouth and starts sucking. The camera lens catches every detail: her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard, her eyelashes quivering faintly in ecstasy each time it plunges deep into her throat. The contrast between her red lips and his dark purple shaft is viciously obscene.
Flash! Bang! With every flash, his cock—glistening with her saliva—gleams even more ferociously.
How much time passes? Park, breathing raggedly, pulls out of her mouth. Then he unleashes everything onto her face.
Flash! Bang! The camera's flashes explode without mercy. The lens captures it all in the harsh light: his cock convulsing like it's seizing, spurting thick, yellowish semen in a fountain. The viscous globs arc through the air, splattering onto her white veil like pearls. More blasts coat her tightly shut eyelids, her sharp nose, and her red lips without mercy. There's so much it drips down her face, past her collarbone, leaving yellow stains even on the pristine chest of her wedding dress.
When it's all over, the photographer presses the final shutter through the viewfinder.
Click!
In the photo, Seoyeon has her eyes blissfully closed, head tilted back slightly to keep the cum on her face from dripping off. The eerie harmony of her pure-white dress and the defiling yellow traces— the most beautiful and grotesque wedding photo in the world.
The shoot ends, and the photographer sets down the camera, panting heavily. Park notices the old man's pants tented embarrassingly tight. This geezer, who looks at least eighty, has lost all reason to the sight.
Park chuckles like it's the funniest thing.
"Looks like you got excited too, boss."
As the photographer stammers excuses, Seoyeon speaks first. Without even wiping the cum from her face, she seduces him in a husky voice.
"Looks delicious, doesn't it, Grandpa? Serbangnim just blew it all in my mouth."
She turns to Park, sticks out her tongue, and licks the semen from her lips.
Watching, Park says, "Jimin, this old guy's pitiful. Should we let him have a taste?"
The photographer waves his hands frantically. "No, what are you saying!"
Park asks, "Why? Don't want to?"
"...Ah, no... it's not that... just... too shocking... you sure... it's really okay...?"
The old man's eyes gleam with greed. Park approaches Seoyeon, gesturing as if asking her opinion. She whispers something in his ear, just for him.
Park shrugs at her words and tells the photographer, "Sorry, looks like my girl's not into you. Too old, maybe? Heh."
He hands Seoyeon some wet wipes. She casually cleans the traces from her face and body, then heads back inside to change out of the wedding dress into her regular clothes.
While Seoyeon's changing, Park claps the photographer on the shoulder.
"Boss. Stick to today's deal... and I'll come back for more shoots. Next time, maybe let you have a real taste. Sound good?"
He grins. The photographer nods frantically.
Park urges him to print the photos fast. Soon, he holds the world's most obscene wedding shots. Only after confirming with his own eyes that the photographer deletes every original from the computer does he saunter out with Seoyeon.