The Hero Turns Model
“Haa... damn that ACE executive.”
I couldn't help but sigh as I checked my bank balance. It had been a week since my account got suspended for a month due to guideline violations, and even tightening my belt as much as possible, I'd already hit my limit. Sure, I had places to borrow money from, but not endlessly—I hated being a burden, so I'd been scraping by somehow. But today, of all days, I was flat broke.
“H.E.R.A., any part-time gigs available?”
Search results: No places hiring part-timers right now.
“What about day labor?”
Pretty much all those jobs are handled by AI robots. Are you seriously asking?
“I-I knew that! Ugh...”
In this hyper-advanced cyberpunk world, almost every job was handled by AIs, so openings were rare or nonexistent. Even if one popped up, it filled instantly. That was reality.
“Screw it. Guess I'll go for a walk.”
Staying cooped up at home was suffocating, so I changed clothes and headed out. For a stroll, nothing beat Han River Park. Walking by the river under a clear sky always cleared the mind.
“Excuse me, aren't you the Golden Sun Hero?”
As I wandered the park path, someone called out. Looking toward the voice, I saw two guys: a mild-mannered type in a suit and glasses, and a plain-looking dude.
“Who're you?”
“Ah, here's our card.”
The glasses guy handed me a business card.
Cyber Days Fashion Photoshoot Team Leader Kang Joo-han
“Cyber Days?”
“Never heard of it? Bit awkward saying it myself, but it's a pretty famous fashion magazine company.”
“Oh, yeah, I've heard of it.”
As Kang Joo-han said, Cyber Days was a big-name fashion mag. Even Prince and Lee Jung-woo had modeled for it. I picked it up now and then myself.
“So, what brings a place like that to me?”
“We're picking a cover model for the next issue, and your name, Ae-ri, came up. But we couldn't connect, so we were dropping it—then we spotted you and had to take the chance.”
“Ah...”
I got the gist.
“If you're open to it, how about modeling for us? If you agree, we can head to the office and go over the contract details.”
I pondered. Cyber Days was major league. A cover spot on their photobook could pay big—perfect timing with my cash crunch. Not a bad offer at all.
I nodded. “Sure, let's hear the details first and decide.”
“Thank you for considering it. If you're free now, shall we go?”
“Yeah.”
“That's the overview of the contract.”
Ae-ri had heard the terms from Joo-han. Nothing too tricky. The big rule: no revealing you're the model until right before release—not even to close friends—or face penalties. Aside from that, solid deal.
“I'm in.”
“Knew you'd say yes. Just place your palm here.”
Palm on the e-contract, and Ae-ri's modeling gig was sealed.
“Shoot's in two days, but want a tour of the studio?”
“Sure.”
Ae-ri followed Joo-han to check out the set. Cyber Days Studio 3. The freelance boss/photographer, Kim Cheol-seong, was yawning from boredom.
“Yaaawn~ What was it Team Leader Kang said he'd bring again?”
As he yawned, the door opened—Joo-han entered, a woman behind him.
‘Oho? Sleek and tasty.’
Cheol-seong licked his lips. He hadn't hit the clubs lately, tension building—and here was a girl right up his alley.
“Photographer Kim, this is the one I mentioned.”
“Ah, nice to meet you. Kim Cheol-seong, photographer.”
“Ju Ae-ri.”
‘This shoot's gonna be fun.’
Cheol-seong leered at Ae-ri with dirty thoughts, but she had no clue. After his rundown on the shoot and a studio tour, she headed home.
Shoot day.
“Hello.”
“Come on in.”
Ae-ri greeted Cheol-seong entering the studio. He returned it, briefed quickly, and they started shooting.
“More expression like this. Yeah, that's it.”
‘Personality flips the second we start.’
His polite tone switched to casual—classic on-switch type, Ae-ri figured. She posed per instructions, giving her all.
“Okay, break time.”
Two hours down, rest break.
‘Tougher than I thought.’
She'd figured just pose for the camera—now embarrassed by her naivety. Modeling was pro-level grind.
“Ae-ri, you look beat.”
“Nah, I'm good.”
Back to smarmy, Cheol-seong handed her a drink. “Doesn't seem like it... Ever tried a massage?”
Sipping, Ae-ri meant to refuse—but out came:
“Massage sounds good.”
‘Huh? Why’d I say that?’
Ae-ri, detected a substance nanomachines can't break down. Feels like a virus forcing actions against your will.
‘Virus?’
Ae-ri eyed the drink. No way—in this?
Analyzing now, but first-time substance—gonna take a while.
‘Got it. Do your thing.’
Words said, but body moving on its own—eerie feeling for Ae-ri.
‘That photographer's stare when we met... wasn't my imagination.’
She recalled his lecherous gaze at first sight—brushed off as paranoia then. Now proven right.
“Lie face-down there?”
“Okay.”
Seeing Ae-ri prone, Cheol-seong smirked sleazily.
‘Stupid bitch. Broadcasters got empty heads for a reason.’
The new drug from his broker worked perfectly—undetectable by nanos, forced obedience to first commander's words. Slipped into her drink.
‘Time for fun.’
He approached, oiled hands roaming her body.
“Temperature okay?”
“Yeah, fine.”
‘Once analysis finishes, you're done.’
Ae-ri prayed H.E.R.A. hurried.
Cheol-seong groped bolder.
“Hngh♥”
“This area's knotted bad.”
Excusing it, he rubbed her nipples. Then full-on fondling—kneading tits, sliding hand to her pussy, fingering deep.
“Haaahngh♥”
Her moans echoed, but soundproof studio kept it in. Door locked too—no interruptions.
‘Slut. Soaking already.’
Cheol-seong eyed his rock-hard cock, told her:
“Flip over, back to the bed?”
“Okay.”
Ae-ri obeyed; he unbuckled, whipping out his thick dick.
“Ready for pussy massage?”
“Yes.”
‘You're at 10 stacks already. I'll pay you back tenfold.’
Not enough to boot him from the industry—Ae-ri vowed total ruin, social and physical.
‘H.E.R.A., analysis progress?’
91%. About 10 minutes till done.
‘Roger.’
Ae-ri planned hell for him in ten.
“Kkuuuhngh♥”
“Fuck, tight as hell. Just like I thought.”
He slammed in, thrusting wildly.
“Haaaahngh♥”
“Squeeze harder, you bitch.”
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Her grip blew pros away—he pistoned harder.
“C-Clenchiiing♥”
‘Enjoy it while you can. Last fuck of your life.’
Ae-ri, analysis complete. Proceeding with antidote.
‘Contact Duk-cheol too. He's due back today.’
Already did. He's en route.
As Cheol-seong neared climax inside her, antidote kicked in—control returned. Ae-ri elbow-smashed his solar plexus.
“Guhk!”
He tumbled back, dick yanked out.
“H-How?!”
Clutching his chest, face horror-struck staring up.
“Fun's over for you. My turn.”
Crack!Crack!
Ae-ri popped her artificial joints, advancing.
“Y-You think you'll get away with this?!”
“Not my problem. Worry about yourself.”
Studio door opened—Duk-cheol entered. Seeing me straddling the wrecked guy, he approached.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Can you handle this creep?”
I pointed at pinned Kim Cheol-seong; Duk-cheol nodded.
“Leave it to me. He'll regret being alive.”
Stoic face, but voice laced with fury.
Cheol-seong got dragged off by Duk-cheol. Later heard he was shipped overseas or something—industry blacklisted, never coming back.
After, Team Leader Kim Joo-han apologized profusely. I got a proper crew and finished the shoot.