Chapter 65: The Three Women's Photoshoot
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 65: The Three Women's Photoshoot
“Senior, how do I look?”
Ye-seul asked, swinging her tennis racket back and forth.
She was dressed in a short tennis outfit.
She claimed she wanted to highlight the healthy beauty she’d developed through exercise.
She wore a sheer white sleeveless tennis top, a snow-white sun visor, and a red skirt that barely covered her thighs.
Because the fabric was so thin, her pale pink underwear was faintly visible through it.
“You look pretty.”
I caught glimpses of her abs whenever she swung the racket.
The line of her armpits revealed by the sleeveless top.
The well-defined lines of her toned muscles.
But the highlight was undoubtedly the faint dimples that appeared on her cheeks whenever she gave a bright smile.
You say dimples have nothing to do with the clothes?
If she’s pretty, that’s all that matters.
“I—I feel a bit embarrassed wearing this here.”
Mi-ju stepped out wearing a yellow dress.
She was covering her chest with her hands.
It was a bright dress that felt both youthful and refreshing.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The skirt is quite long, and the design is pretty.”
“R-really? But I think you’ll be a bit surprised when you see it, Oppa.”
Blushing, Mi-ju moved her hands away from her chest.
And then.
‘Whoa.’
The dress had a deep, plunging neckline that emphasized her large breasts.
When she was covering it, the dress had seemed purely innocent.
‘Now that she’s opened up, the image is completely different.’
It was a total "winning dress," designed specifically to seduce a man.
The three beauties stood before the camera, each radiating their own unique charm.
“Let’s take shots one by one. I’m looking forward to seeing how well our photographer performs,” Young-eun said, signaling the start.
Ye-seul was the first to stand before the camera.
“I’m counting on you, Senior!”
I didn’t want to betray the expectations of the beaming Ye-seul.
“Don’t worry.”
I’ll make sure you look prettier than anyone else.
I raised the camera.
Click!
The concept for Ye-seul’s tennis outfit shoot was simple.
Healthy beauty.
I intended to capture not only the natural healthiness radiating from her gym wear but also the muscular lines she had sculpted through exercise.
It wouldn’t be easy, though.
“Ye-seul, can you hold both ends of the racket and stretch your arms straight up?”
“Like this?”
“Okay, good.”
Click!
As Ye-seul raised her arms, her tennis top pulled upward, revealing her navel.
The firm abdominal muscles surrounding her vertically elongated belly button were captivating.
It was breathtaking.
She was someone who could boast a body line even more exceptional than Young-eun’s.
This is fun to shoot.
Even a casual press of the shutter produced a masterpiece.
Regardless of Jae-ho’s admiration...
Ye-seul didn't know what to do with herself under Jae-ho’s passionate gaze.
‘This is... actually kind of embarrassing.’
She knew it was for the photos, but having him scan her body so meticulously was a little—no, very—embarrassing.
It almost felt like she was standing before him naked.
Even though she was clearly dressed and standing in front of a camera.
‘His gaze is so intense.’
Sending such a look in front of all these people... it’s so embarrassing...
Her heart hammered, and she felt a throbbing deep down.
The feeling was...
‘Similar to how it felt back then at the movie theater.’
The movie theater.
When she went to the theater with Jae-ho.
She had been very embarrassed then, too.
‘Wait? Why was I embarrassed?’
She felt certain they had done something shameful, but she couldn't remember what.
If Ye-seul’s Member Level had been just a bit higher, she might have noticed the discrepancy.
However, her increased Affection Level for Jae-ho and her satisfaction with her workouts wiped away her doubts.
And then.
The Hypnosis planted a fabricated memory.
A dark movie theater with couple seats.
She remembered being so absorbed in Jae-ho that she couldn't even recall the movie's plot.
Jae-ho’s profile as he focused on the film had been truly attractive.
Why was that?
Was it because of the dark theater?
Or the atmosphere of the movie?
She couldn't be sure, but her face turned bright red just thinking about it.
“Ye-seul?”
“Yes?”
“Are you okay? Your face is red.”
“It’s nothing. I was just daydreaming for a second.”
Ye-seul stuck her tongue out playfully and smiled bashfully.
Jae-ho didn't miss that fleeting smile.
Click!
“Senior! Why did you take a picture of that too?!”
Embarrassed that she’d been caught thinking shameful thoughts, Ye-seul rushed toward Jae-ho.
But then.
“Wow...”
The Ye-seul captured in the camera was incredibly cute.
The shy smile of a healthy, athletic twenty-year-old girl in the throes of fresh love.
Even Ye-seul, the model herself, stared with her mouth agape in surprise.
“Great. Shall we move on to the next one?”
*
Mi-ju felt burdened by the dress that exposed her chest.
“Um, Stylist Unnie, is there a dress that would make me look the prettiest?”
“There’s someone you want to impress, isn’t there?”
“...Yes.”
“Then Unnie will show you the very best dress!”
The stylist had declared confidently.
And the result was the dress she was wearing now.
The dress was beautiful.
The way it fluttered and flowed was exactly to her liking.
The problem was...
The exposure of her breasts.
‘Your boyfriend is going to lose his mind! Seduce him properly. Young-eun is pretty, sure, but our young friend here is charming too!’
The stylist had given her a thumbs-up.
‘He’s not my boyfriend yet...’
Still, hearing someone else call him her boyfriend put her mind at ease.
It meant they looked the part.
However, that good mood melted away in an instant.
Mi-ju watched Young-eun and Ye-seul’s shoots from the side.
She saw how passionately Jae-ho pressed the shutter and took their photos.
It was a look similar to the one he had when he taught her how to exercise.
Jae-ho produced the best results.
Even Mi-ju, watching from the side, thought they looked truly beautiful.
She felt jealous.
Because Young-eun was beautiful.
Because Ye-seul was a beauty.
She grew worried.
What if Jae-ho was so enchanted by them that he wouldn't even look at her?
After all.
One was a famous social media star, and the other was a famous actress who appeared on TV frequently. She was even a chaebol.
‘And what about me?’
She had nothing.
Except for the fact that they went to the same school.
But Ye-seul had that advantage too.
Of course, Ye-seul was a precious friend.
But.
‘There’s no rule saying Ye-seul can’t like Jae-ho Oppa too.’
It was a woman’s intuition.
The way she looked so strangely embarrassed while having her picture taken.
If she had no feelings at all, she wouldn't make a face like that.
And hadn't Young-eun even been involved in a scandal with him?
‘I won’t lose.’
Her eyes burned with competitiveness.
She didn't want to lose.
Her embarrassment was fleeting.
When her turn came, Mi-ju removed her hands from her chest.
She straightened her back and walked forward confidently.
Mi-ju’s breasts, emphasized by the dress, swayed like waves.
Mi-ju knew.
She knew what her greatest strength was.
The fact that her breasts were large.
That was all she had for now.
But she would build on it.
‘I’ll lose more belly fat and get 11-line abs like Ye-seul.’
She would become a more attractive woman than those two.
She caught her breath and stood before the camera.
“I’m shooting now.”
Jae-ho snapped the photo.
*
The photoshoot, which lasted several hours, finally came to an end.
I had no idea how many concepts we’d shot.
I had taken over ten thousand photos.
“Hmm~. Impressive. I didn't expect it to be this good.”
Young-eun hummed as she looked at the results Jae-ho had captured.
The photos of her, Ye-seul, and even Mi-ju all highlighted their individual charms perfectly.
Both the Apple Phone versions and the professional camera versions.
None of them were throwaways.
“This is amazing.”
Young-eun watched Jae-ho’s back as he packed up.
“I thought I just looked good because I’m pretty, but it really was the photographer’s skill.”
She had expected Ye-seul’s photos to be good.
She was a model he’d shot before.
But to be able to capture Mi-ju with this level of quality...
It was bound to be surprising.
The shot of Mi-ju in the yellow dress, slightly lifting the fabric covering her chest with her thumb and forefinger, was so well-done it even surprised Young-eun.
The concept was "refreshing temptation."
She could guarantee that no man would be able to resist such a lure.
Jae-ho’s ability was the main reason those photos turned out so well.
The way he helped the nervous Mi-ju relax and guided her into natural poses was almost...
Like a gym trainer guiding someone into the correct posture.
‘Just how good is his observational power?’
Come to think of it, he was the same at the gym.
He acted as if he knew exactly how to train even a first-time client, and the results were incredibly effective.
“Interesting.”
He was a man who revealed new talents and charms the more you peeled back the layers.
Young-eun approached Jae-ho as he packed his gear.
“You worked hard today.”
“Ah, it was fun. It was nice to handle equipment I’d only heard about.”
“Still, I think the ones taken with the Apple Phone turned out the best.”
“It is the camera I’m most comfortable with.”
“Our side will probably finish the retouching and release a pictorial. If you want, Jae-ho, I could even leave the editing to you.”
“No, thank you. Editing isn't my specialty.”
“I understand. It’s my solo pictorial, but if you’d like, I can have them work on your friends’ photos as well.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Is Ye-seul still changing?”
“Yes, I think it’s because she started changing last.”
Young-eun looked for Mi-ju.
“And your other friend?”
“Ah, she’s over there in the corner because she’s embarrassed.”
Young-eun saw Mi-ju’s back as she sat hunched over in a corner of the studio, muttering to herself.
“Why did I do that? I was too energetic. Pushing my breasts together like that in front of people... ugh... Did Jae-ho Oppa think I was weird?”
Mi-ju muttered self-deprecatingly, running her hands through her hair.
“She seems very shy. Even though the results came out so well.”
“She’s not used to this kind of thing.”
“How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“You made an amateur hold poses like a professional.”
“Well...”
Jae-ho scratched his cheek.
How did he do it?
There wasn't really a secret.
He just did it passionately, like he was doing a PT session.
‘Mi-ju, let’s try a slightly more active pose. Something refreshing. Great!’
‘Let me take just one more.’
‘Nice. Hold that for the last one!’
‘One more for real this time!’
I chuckled, recalling the intense shoot with Mi-ju.
“I think my habits as a gym trainer just came out. Mi-ju has had a few PT sessions with me, so I think she felt more comfortable.”
“Aha. I see.”
Did she find that convincing?
Young-eun nodded and pursed her lips as if she understood.
“Inducing familiarity and comfort... Not a bad strategy.”
It was then.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Ye-seul, now back in her own clothes, shouted with a deep bow.
“Ah, good work.”
Young-eun replied with a smile.
I trust she was that satisfied.
“I’ve been following your Starstagram. I hope you’ll continue to be active.”
“Oh, thank you so much!”
Ye-seul beamed at Young-eun’s praise.
“But you know...”
Young-eun asked, looking back and forth between me and Ye-seul.
“Ye-seul, why don't you do Live Broadcasts?”
“Pardon?”
“With a body and face like that, isn't it a waste to just post photos on Starstagram? It’s not like you have a face that needs heavy photoshopping; you’d look great even without any filters.”
“I’m too shy to do a live show...”
“How about it? Why not try it once? I think this would be a good opportunity.”
The question was clearly directed at Ye-seul.
So why are her eyes fixed on me?