I Became a Silver-Haired Shota
I sat side by side with the Boss at the office desk.
“First off, I wanted to show you some videos,” she said.
“What kind of videos?”
“The Metyubers I’m currently editing for.”
The Boss pulled up a MeTube channel on the screen. It boasted well over two hundred thousand subscribers. For a moment, I wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to get at, and a look of mild bewilderment must have shown on my face.
“Huh? Did I never mention it?”
“No, you didn't.”
“I run a side gig, remember? Doing video editing... Did I really never tell you?”
“This is the first I'm hearing of it.”
I knew she had another job on the side, but I had never learned what it actually was. The Boss burst into a bright laugh, insisting she could have sworn she’d already brought it up. She explained that even during her previous corporate career, she had worked in a related field. She had studied video editing in her spare time, and now she took on editing gigs as a lucrative sideline.
“Instead of handing you a portfolio, I figured I’d just show you the videos uploaded here. To give you a feel for my baseline quality, you know?”
Why was she showing me this? I had a fairly good guess, but I simply nodded and skimmed through a few clips alongside her.
“Well... to be totally upfront, I haven't worked with short-form content all that much.”
“Right.”
“Still, the software suites I’m fluent in are...”
She launched into an eager pitch of her own skills. In the end, the conclusion was precisely what I had anticipated.
“If you leave it to me, I’m confident I’ll pour everything into it. What do you say?”
She was offering to become the editor for my channel.
It was undeniably a welcome proposal. Even if she lacked extensive experience in short-form videos, she had been doing this work for over two years. From what I could see, her aesthetic instincts were sharp, and by her own account, her turnaround time was exceptionally quick.
“Thank you for such a generous offer.”
The problem, however, was that I had no means of paying her. I wasn't yet familiar with how contracts between Metyubers and editors typically worked. Some creators probably paid their editors a fixed monthly salary, while others compensated them per project. Either way, if the Boss took on my editing, I would have to compensate her in some form.
“The thing is, I was planning on handling it myself for the time being. I hadn't really considered bringing on an outside editor yet.”
“Ah~ is that so?”
Contracts could be structured however one liked, but taking on an editor right out of the gate was a heavy burden for me. It would effectively mean receiving part-time wages from her only to hand them right back as editing fees, which felt absurd. When I laid out my reasoning, she nodded in understanding.
“I see what you mean. It’s not like the channel is generating any revenue yet.”
“Yes. The videos you’ve edited are fantastic, but I’m just not ready. Could we revisit this after the channel has grown a bit?”
“Sure, that works too. But hey... what if we took money completely out of the equation?”
She tilted her head, asking whether I genuinely liked her work.
“Be honest with me.”
“I'm not just being polite. It’s truly excellent. Honestly, it feels far better than what I deserve.”
“Really? What a relief!”
Her eyes sparkled. A languid, sultry smile spread across her lips. The professional demeanor she had maintained evaporated, replaced instantly by her unmistakable, intoxicating allure.
“I want to be one of the founding contributors. I really want the very first video uploaded to Jeongseo’s channel to be crafted by my own hands.”
“.....”
“So what I'm saying is... the compensation doesn't necessarily have to be cash, right? As long as both our interests align, isn't that enough?”
She slid a hand onto my thigh.
“What is it you want, then?”
“Hehe. As if you don't know.”
Her touch turned wicked and suggestive. I understood her intentions all too well. She simply wanted to help me out. Even without such excuses, she and I already indulged in plenty of physical intimacy. She was offering to work essentially for free, knowing that if she offered charity outright, I would refuse—so she was wrapping it in an erotic bargain instead.
“Boss.”
“Hm? Uh... Jeongseo? Why do you have that look on your face...?”
I was grateful for her kindness. Even so, I wiped every trace of warmth from my expression and fixed her with an unblinking stare.
“So what we’ve been doing isn't enough for you anymore?”
“Huh? N-no! That’s not what I meant at all!”
“Phew... this won't do. You’d better brace yourself starting today. I was holding back so it wouldn't interfere with your work, but clearly that was a mistake.”
After feigning stern anger for a second, the corners of my mouth curled into a teasing smirk.
“Bend over.”
“Wait, what? Right now? Here?”
I was playing along to keep the atmosphere from turning too serious.
“Yes. Lean over the desk. Hurry up.”
Carefully, the Boss leaned her upper body over the office desk. Unlike the flimsy tables out in the dining area, this desk was made of solid hardwood. It could easily bear her full weight through whatever rough handling followed.
“U-um... shouldn't we eat dinner first...?”
“I’ll feed you something else. Until you're stuffed.”
“Huh? Ah... pfft. Okay. Giggles.”
I flipped her skirt right up over her waist. Still bent forward over the desk, she craned her neck around, trying to watch me behind her.
“Stay still. Don't move an inch—just take it.”
Her face flushed crimson, radiant with wanton anticipation.
It was late in the evening. I was helping close down the cafe.
“I’ll clean up over here.”
“Thanks. Having you help makes everything go so much faster, Jeongseo.”
My shift had ended hours ago, but I had stayed behind voluntarily because we still had plenty to discuss regarding the channel. Tonight, instead of Eunjung-noona, the Boss had offered to drive me home.
“You've worked so hard today. We could have just talked tomorrow or over the phone... Aren't you exhausted?”
“I’m fine. Besides, we took a nice, long break in the middle anyway.”
“Still. That's hardly the same as resting at home.”
The Boss lowered the window blinds and walked over to me. She clicked off all the glaring overhead lights, leaving only a single, warm indoor lamp glowing beside the kitchen counter.
“You’re hungry, right? The food should be here any minute.”
We had ordered delivery earlier. When it arrived, we sat together, eating while delving into the specifics: the overall direction of the content, the editing style, how to reconcile our creative differences, and more. There were far more details to coordinate than I had imagined.
“The most crucial part is making sure people watch all the way to the end. Replay value and loop mechanics matter a lot too.”
“Right.”
“Getting picked up by the algorithm is another beast entirely. The standard strategy people use is...”
She might not have had extensive short-form experience, but she was still an industry veteran compared to me. I soaked in a wealth of practical insight just listening to her breakdown.
“Will you really have enough time, though?”
As we continued talking on the assumption that she would take on the editing, a sudden wave of concern crossed my mind.
“It’s fine. One of my existing client contracts is wrapping up soon anyway.”
“Then shouldn't you be looking for a replacement client? Your income will take a hit.”
“I was actually looking around for one, but then you told me you were launching a MeTube channel, so I changed my mind.”
A gentle smile graced her lips.
“Thank you for worrying about me. But tell me, Jeongseo... you're really serious about this, aren't you?”
“Yes. It might seem sudden, but I'm not taking it lightly.”
“Then even if my immediate income dips, working with you is a far bigger win for me in the long run.”
From what I had observed, the Boss was someone with a very sharp head for numbers. She could occasionally act a bit scatterbrained when managing the cafe floor, but fundamentally, she was a shrewd businesswoman. Even so, I had assumed she was taking a financial loss simply out of personal affection for me.
“You’ve only just created the channel, and you won't be able to apply for monetization right away, but how long do you honestly think that will take?”
“I have no idea. We won't know until we try, right?”
“I don't think it’ll take long at all. With just a little bit of luck, that timeline will shrink dramatically.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course. Let me have the bragging rights of being the editor for a million-subscriber Metyuber for once.”
Her optimism regarding my prospects was almost uncanny.
“First off, Jeongseo, the core content is you. And you said you'd be showing your face, right?”
“Yes.”
“That alone is massive. Naturally, we'll have to keep refining the concepts, but...”
She likened it to having the finest, top-tier ingredients already laid out on the counter. If we cooked them properly, word of mouth would spread like wildfire.
“So don't feel burdened at all. Think of this as... an investment in my own future.”
Listening to her steady reassurance, the compulsive anxiety that had been quietly rising inside me settled down. She genuinely believed that taking on my editing would bring her immense returns down the line.
“When the time comes to draft a formal contract, we can negotiate a revenue-share model with a set ceiling, or whatever works best.”
“Understood. I'll make sure you're compensated generously.”
“Chuckle. Really? Ah, does this mean I'll have to start calling you 'Boss' too?”
We agreed to postpone formal paperwork until the channel qualified for monetization and I could register as an independent business. Until then, she would handle all the editing free of charge.
“Let me say it one more time: I truly believe this is a net gain for me in the end.”
She studied my expression carefully as she reiterated the point. Even while cleaning up after our meal, she repeated similar reassurances several times—almost as though she could perceive the deep-seated neurosis gnawing at my conscience.
“Boss, even so, you still need proper motivation.”
Having finished brushing my teeth, I stepped out and leaned back against the edge of the kitchen sink counter. Hearing my voice, she turned around.
“Motivation?”
“Yes. Every time you deliver a great video, I want to reward you.”
In the dim warmth of the darkened cafe, I reached down and unbuckled my belt. I loosened the button of my trousers and slid the zipper down.
“I'd like to give you a reward tonight in honor of our verbal agreement.”
Bracing my hands on the countertop, I hopped up and sat on the edge, leaving my trousers pushed down around my knees.
“As a token of looking forward to working with you. What do you say?”
“Jeongseo...”
Drawn as if under a spell, she stepped closer, her gaze fixed entirely on the front of my briefs.
“I'll give you the chance to do whatever you want.”
Up until now, she had always been swept along by my lead. Surely, she had kinks and desires of her own that she had been holding back.
“Really? You mean that?”
“Yes. Tonight's just a preview.”
I leaned back slightly, resting my weight on my hands behind me. It was a posture that pushed my crotch forward, highlighting the prominent outline beneath the fabric—an explicit invitation to take full control.
Gulp.
Stepping right between my knees, she swallowed hard. Whatever scenario was playing out in her mind, her cheeks were rapidly flushing a deep, aroused crimson.
Rustle. Thud.
Reaching beneath her skirt, she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Then, without hesitation, she lifted one leg and planted her foot firmly onto the counter right beside where I sat. Her skirt bunched high up her thigh, offering an intimate glimpse into the shadowed cleft of her wide-spread crotch.
“Scoot forward a little bit...”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Haaah...”
Her breathing grew ragged. Even though we had indulged earlier in the afternoon, she was shivering with excitement as if it were her very first time. She reached down, yanked my underwear away, and freed my cock, which was already standing rigidly erect.
“Right away... hngh. Haangh♡”
“Pfft. Boss, why are you already this drenched?”
“Because of you, obviously...”
She began working her hips. The sheer thrill of taking the initiative seemed to drive her arousal through the roof. Standing upright on one leg, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began grinding forward and back, sliding herself along my shaft with rhythmic, urgent friction.
“Haaah... so good. This is... I can do whatever I want...”
The sink counter was fairly high, making the initial alignment slightly awkward, but once she took me fully inside, there was no stopping her.
“Does it feel good? You're clenching down on me like crazy.”
“Yes... whimper. It's incredible. I've never done it like this before. The angle... feels completely different. Hnnnngh.”
Frantically, she tore off her blouse and unclasped her bra, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing me by the nape of the neck, she hauled my reclining torso upright into her embrace, burying my face straight into her ample cleavage.
“Mmh... this is the best. So good. Haah, haaang... Just like that... yes. Suck on this nipple too, Jeongseo.”
Her motivation, it seemed, was thoroughly secured.
I arrived home much later than usual. Yeoeun-noona had already gotten back before me.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
“You're finally back? What took you so long!”
“We ended up talking longer than expected. The Boss drove me home.”
Hearing the front door unlock, Yeoeun-noona came stampeding down the stairs. I had already messaged her earlier, letting her know I’d be late and mentioning that the Boss had agreed to edit my videos.
“I made up my mind!” she declared.
“About what?”
I had been about to fill her in on the details of my conversation with the Boss, but she beat me to the punch.
“You promised you'd dress up as whatever I wanted, remember?! I picked the character!”
“Ah, that?”
Had she spent her entire three days of mobilization training obsessing over this? Without even asking how her little brother had been after days apart, she had lunged straight into cosplay.
“The one I want,” she announced at the top of her lungs, “is this character right here!”
She shoved her smartphone directly into my face.
She had brought back the material for my next video.
