Ch.264264. Erotic…… Photoshoot?

In the common understanding, “adult videos” typically refer to that sort of thing. You know, videos capturing men and women sharing love in various ways.

My thinking isn’t much different. When someone mentions adult videos, you naturally imagine explicit content that goes far beyond an R rating, right? Unless you’re a clueless three-year-old, that’s the normal assumption. Thinking of anything else would be abnormal.

-Click.

I turned around quickly at the sudden unfamiliar sound. Hwa Nabi was staring at me intently. A smile on her lips, eyebrows gently curved. An incredibly charming eye-smile.

…However, I couldn’t keep looking at her, so I turned my head back. The reason was simple. Hwa Nabi’s attire while adjusting her phone angle was rather provocative.

She was still wearing something resembling a school uniform like before, but specific details had changed. For example, the garter belt on her smooth thighs. Or the black underwear visible through her open uniform shirt.

These weren’t there just three minutes ago. She put them on while I was turned around at her request. As a result, the level of suggestiveness seemed twice as intense as before. Any remaining innocence had completely disappeared, leaving an outfit so provocative it was impossible to think of her as a student.

“…”

Just looking at her like this, my heart strangely pounds. The reason is probably her outfit stimulating my desires.

Feeling like I might move unconsciously if I stayed still, I moistened my dry lips with my tongue and spoke.

“Hey, Nabi.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Are you… really going to film this?”

Hwa Nabi didn’t answer right away. After a long pause, she looked at me intently and smiled mysteriously.

Is her silence the answer? As I belatedly realized this, Hwa Nabi walked toward me. Click-clack, perhaps because she’s wearing high-heeled black shoes. Her footsteps sound clearer than usual.

After closing the distance of barely five steps, she plopped down right next to me. Then she patted my shoulder and pointed toward the phone with her finger.

“Honey, look at the camera screen over there.”

Though I wasn’t sure what her purpose was, I looked where she directed.

“Like this?”

“Yes, that’s good. Just a moment.”

Hwa Nabi got up, checked the phone, nodded with satisfaction, and returned to sit on the bed.

“It looks good. Shall we begin?”

“Begin what?”

“What else? The adult video filming, of course.”

“…”

Her confident response to such an obvious question left me momentarily speechless. I wasn’t sure what to say, and the shock of the term “adult video” was quite significant, so I just opened and closed my mouth. Hwa Nabi grinned and handed me a glass of beverage.

It was a yellow drink with dense bubbles—clearly beer. It came from the mini-bar in the corner of the room. This too had been prepared while I was turned around.

“As you know, I’m not supposed to drink alcohol. So beer for you, Fanta for me. Cheers!”

“…Cheers.”

After lightly clinking our glasses, I brought mine to my lips and drank about half. I probably won’t get drunk from this, but it’s better to stay sober if possible. I don’t know what might happen next. Better to be prepared, just in case.

“How is it? Does it taste good?”

“Yeah, it’s good. Maybe because it’s imported beer, the taste is really clean.”

“Right? Domestic beer is too bitter. I can’t drink it.”

“But it’s cheap. And some people actually like that bitterness.”

“It comes down to personal preference. So, what are your three sizes?”

“…What?”

I thought we were having a normal conversation, but suddenly a strange question popped up. I doubted my ears for a moment and turned around. Hwa Nabi was smiling brightly as she faced me.

“I asked what your three sizes are. Oh, for reference, men’s three sizes are height, weight, and lower body…”

“No, wait. It’s not that I don’t know what you mean. Why should I tell you that?”

I was so taken aback that I stammered without realizing it. It was like knocking on the wrong door in the middle of the night—suddenly asking about my three sizes. The content of the question was absurd, but even more ridiculous was the fact that she asked me such a question.

What is this, an adult film actor interview? What on earth is she asking?

“Why not? Haven’t you ever watched adult videos? They always ask these things before starting. What are your hobbies, what are your three sizes, what position do you prefer…”

“…I know that, but why do I have to answer?”

As Hwa Nabi said, asking about such personal details is a kind of mandatory routine. I’ve heard it’s intended to help relax the performers.

I don’t know the details, but one thing is certain: answering such trivial questions is usually the woman’s role. Since the male performer is typically a professional, it’s common to ask the relatively amateur female these questions.

“Are you uncomfortable sharing?”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, but the picture seems wrong. Isn’t it usually the man asking the woman?”

“Why? If I’m curious, I can ask too. It’s not like we’re really filming, so what’s the problem?”

She’s not wrong, but it’s still uncomfortable. If someone else were answering for me, that might be different, but reciting my own body measurements feels like I’m bragging.

As I hesitated, Hwa Nabi placed her hand on my thigh. Then, slowly and leisurely stroking it, she whispered:

“I’m really curious about your three sizes… Won’t you tell me?”

“…184, 85, 22. Happy now?”

Looking at the numbers alone, my weight might seem a bit high for my height, but I have 45 kilos of skeletal muscle mass. It’s muscle, not fat.

I was about to add this explanation in case Hwa Nabi misunderstood, but as soon as I finished speaking, she was visibly shocked. Her gaze, which had been on my face, dropped downward. Then, glancing back and forth between my waistband and thighs, she exclaimed in amazement.

“Wow, wow. Really? You’re not lying? Those numbers are accurate?”

“Yeah, if you’re curious, measure it yourself.”

“No, no. I believe you. I believe you. …Wow, I always thought it was big, but hearing the actual number…”

“…”

She must be talking about my height and weight, right? I decided it wasn’t worth asking and kept quiet.

“Your thighs are really firm. Is exercise the secret? Do men just get bigger when they work out?”

Seemingly entranced, Hwa Nabi kept exclaiming in admiration while pressing my thigh with her fingers. It didn’t hurt at all—in fact, the sensation was pleasant—but letting this continue was a bit embarrassing.

I cleared my throat, signaling her to come to her senses. Startled, Hwa Nabi straightened her posture. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, indicating she was in a state of mild excitement, though I didn’t know why.

“…Ahem. For your information, I’m 36-24-36. My bust might have gotten a bit bigger due to pregnancy, but it hasn’t changed much yet. You already know it’s 65I in cup size, right? You’ve seen them every day.”

“When you say ‘seen them every day,’ it sounds… strange?”

It’s not wrong, but still. Even saying the same thing, you could phrase it more delicately.

“Am I wrong? Oh, no. You’re right. You didn’t see them every day—you touched them every day.”

“…”

The saddest part is that I can’t immediately deny her statement. A man’s patience isn’t as strong as I thought. That’s why instincts are scary.

It’s not like a sand castle that collapses when touched—just a little temptation and I give in completely. Even when I don’t want to.

“Why are you silent? Do you want to touch them again?”

“…So what’s the next question?”

Continuing this conversation would only put me at a disadvantage. I pretended not to hear and changed the subject.

After thinking briefly, Hwa Nabi placed her hand on my shoulder and asked:

“Then, what’s your ideal type?”

“You.”

I answered without a moment’s hesitation, and Hwa Nabi smiled faintly, clearly pleased. Judging by her reaction, my choice was apparently the right answer.

“Come on, not that kind of answer. Something else. Like someone with long hair, or someone with a pretty smile.”

“Isn’t that all about you? You have long hair, and you’re pretty when you smile.”

“Hehe, really? You think my smile is pretty?”

“Yes, very pretty. If there were a contest for people with beautiful smiles, you’d win right away.”

You might think I’m exaggerating, but this was my honest opinion without any embellishment. I’ve never seen anyone with a smile as beautiful as Hwa Nabi’s. This isn’t just love-blindness—I’m speaking objectively, based on truth.

“I know it’s flattery, but it still feels nice. You know, looking at you lately, you’ve become quite perceptive.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not flattering you—I’m being sincere.”

“Heh, okay. Let’s say that’s true. Anyway, so your ideal type is a woman like me? For reference, I feel the same. A man like you is my ideal type.”

“Thanks, even if it’s just empty words.”

“Hmm, I’m not saying empty words. I’m being sincere.”

“Then we both sincerely consider each other our ideal types?”

What a blessed couple we are, to have met and married our ideal types. As I said this with a smile, Hwa Nabi seemed pleased too, her lips pursed with a smile. I gently brushed her hair behind her ear and lightly pressed my lips against hers.

Smooch. As our lips touched and parted, Hwa Nabi’s cheeks turned red. Her expression was so happy that it made my heart flutter just looking at her.

“Mmm… hehe, shall we move on to the next question?”

“Sure, might as well continue.”

“Hmm… from now on, things get a bit naughty. Is that okay?”

“If it’s naughty, that’s even better. What is it?”

“…A personal fetish that you wouldn’t want others to know about?”