episode_0012

#12

“Uhehe… N-nice to meet you, Director Jeon Ho-gu. We’ve already heard about you from the president.”

I shook his outstretched hand. A slick layer of sweat smeared onto my palm.

Damn.

I’m this close to swearing myself.

These filthy bastards are about to take photos of Eun-chae…

“Kehehe… S-so, Eun-chae-yang? From … Wow, the real thing is even better than photos. Hoho… Keheh…”

Executive Baek Pan-soo was comparing Eun-chae’s photos displayed on his tablet to her in person.

I peeked at the screen.

…Fuck.

Those are secret camera shots of Eun-chae.

Did she see them yet? Didn’t seem like it.

If I said anything now, Eun-chae would flip, so I kept quiet.

At this point… today, Eun-chae will have to take photos worse than those.

Eun-chae gulped hard again, then cautiously stepped forward.

“Hello☆ I’m ’s Lee Eun-chae! Please take good care of filming today☆”

‘Idol mode’ activated.

“Uheh… Fitting for ’s visual member.”

“Keheh… About today’s shoot… You heard from the director, right?”

“Yes☆ It’s~ a little embarrassing, but Eun-chae will do her best☆”

Good acting.

“Uheh. Still, we should explain today’s concept and outfits… Take a seat for a moment. Heh…”

Following Executive Director Buja’s lead, we moved to a table behind the cameras.

Since there were only four people in the studio, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Normally, shoots like this involve at least ten staff swarming around… but today, it was just those two.

And they weren’t even regular employees—just two older executives.

The reason was… glaringly obvious.

“Uheh… As you’ve heard from the director, for today’s profile shoot, we’d like Eun-chae-yang to model wearing our outfits.”

“Keheh… Since we’re an underwear company… Ah, it might be a bit awkward for an idol, but it’s fine. Heh, we even minimized the crew for discretion. Keheheh.”

Still, not even having a stylist is a bit much…

Well, we did get some basic makeup and styling prep done at our company, so it shouldn’t be a huge problem.

But during shoots, touch-ups happen often—do these two even know how to do that?

…No.

Come to think of it, this was a pointless concern.

Because today’s ‘main event’ isn’t the photoshoot.

“So, will you both be handling the shooting today?”

“Uheh… That’s right. We’ve dabbled in cameras, so it’s fine.”

“Keheheh… Professionals. Professionals.”

Absolutely zero credibility.

Beside me, Eun-chae kept up her act in an artificially sweet voice.

“Eun-chae’s~ a little☆ nervous standing in front of men in just underwear for the first time~☆”

“…Uhohoho… F-first time… Nice. Very nice.”

“Keheheheh… It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Filthy bastards.

Seeing them drool like this, I’m anything but reassured.

Eun-chae’s expression was steadily hardening as she watched them.

“Ahaha…☆ That’s… good to hear☆”

“Uheheh… We stare at women’s underwear all day. To us, it’s just work, so no need to worry about exposure. Uheh…”

“Keheheh… We’ve shot women’s underwear more times than we can count…”

They must mean it in a professional sense, but…

Why does it sound so perverted?

I glanced at Eun-chae’s face.

She wore a shaky idol smile, shadows dark beneath her eyes from forehead to cheek.

Under the table, her foot kept tapping mine.

“…Manager-nim? …Just wait. I won’t let this slide.”

“You’re doing great.”

“I’ll kill them… Oh☆ Are we starting soon?”

“Uheheh… Exactly. First, this way…”

Following Executive Director Buja, we reached a room filled with underwear.

Whoa.

Every kind of panty in the world seemed gathered here.

“Keheheh… Since it’s a profile shoot, Eun-chae-yang can pick any underwear she likes. Anything’s fine—it’s all our company’s.”

“Wow☆ So many panties☆ …Fuck.”

The last word was whispered so softly only I could hear.

Her ‘idol mode’ was cracking.

“Uheh… If you’d like, we can help pick something that suits you. Hmm… For Eun-chae-yang…”

Buja and Baek Pan-soo scrutinized Eun-chae from every angle—up, down, front, back.

Scanning her chest, waist, hips.

Ogling her butt openly from behind.

“Ahaha…☆”

Eun-chae kept her strained smile, but looked ready to throw fists if spoken to.

“Keheh… Black would suit Eun-chae-yang…”

“Uheh… No, no. White or red would be better.”

More like they were just stating their own tastes.

Personally, I thought sky blue would look best on her.

“Ah…☆ Um, can’t☆ I just pick something myself?”

“Uheh… We’ll take multiple shots anyway. Start with your choice, then adjust based on camera tests…”

“Keheheh… After a few rounds, we’ll suggest something that suits you… Guaranteed to please.”

“Ah…haha…☆ Th-thank… you…”

“Uheh… Once you choose, change in that booth over there.”

Buja pointed to a flimsy portable changing booth.

Just a thin curtain—peek in slightly, and everything inside would be visible. Even the bottom had a 20cm gap.

“Keheh… Once you’re done, we’ll start shooting immediately…”

Eun-chae’s teeth ground audibly.

“Then~☆ I’ll pick quick and… phew… change and come right back~☆ And don’t☆ dare peek☆ ……Goddammit.”

Her ‘idol mode’ was on the verge of collapse.

*

Naturally, I assumed they’d hidden spy cameras or planned to sneak a peek, but surprisingly, Buja and Baek Pan-soo focused solely on setting up the shoot.

Adjusting lights, camera angles—they even measured Eun-chae’s height to preset the camera, moving like actual professionals.

I sat on a chair far from the camera, waiting for setup to finish and Eun-chae to return.

With lights adjusted for the shoot, the rest of the room was pitch-black—even my hands were barely visible.

“A-all… done changing…☆”

Eun-chae peeked into the studio from behind the booth.

What had she chosen…?

Ah.

She was wrapped in a large blanket.

Her bare legs were unmistakable, but everything else was hidden.

Well, this was a shoot—of course she wouldn’t strip yet.

“Uheh… Let’s begin. Eun-chae-yang, this way…”

Buja guided her to the spotlight area. White floor, green screen backdrop.

“Keheh… Just follow our pose instructions. Camera’s here. Now, the blanket…”

*Whoosh*

*Slick*

Baek Pan-soo yanked the blanket off.

“Eek!”

Instantly, Eun-chae’s underwear outfit was fully exposed.

Her impossibly slender waist, long legs—she could’ve been a professional model.

Even I’d never seen her like this, but Buja and Baek Pan-soo examined her up close.

“Uheh, uheheh! Perfect…! Great choice…!”

“Keheheheh… Picking this? Our company’s finest piece…! Impeccable taste.”

“Ah…haha…☆ Re-really?”

Eun-chae didn’t seem to appreciate the compliments, but annoyingly, I agreed with them.

Even from a distance, her panties were undeniably bold.

Sheer side seams, white fabric so thin the back might as well be invisible.

No clue why Eun-chae picked these, but…

“Uh, um… Manager-nim, where are you…?”

“Uheh… Director Jeon Ho-gu? He’s been napping over there…”

“Keheh… Shoots take time. No need to mind him.”

Of course, I wasn’t actually asleep.

Just pretending under the blanket.

A necessary ‘role’.

“Ugh… Manager-nim, seriously……☆ ……”

Pretty sure she just swore again.

Couldn’t hear it well from here.

“Uheh… Shall we start?”

The shoot began.

*Click. Click.*

Not the real deal yet—just tedious positioning tests.

If nothing else, they did seem professional about this part.

Ten minutes later, the actual shooting started.

“Keheh…! That pose—perfect. Hands on your chest… Just one hand.”

“L-like… this?”

“Uheh, uheheheh! Excellent, excellent! This is almost…!”

I peeked.

…She lived up to her ‘visual’ title.

Especially the curve from her waist to thighs—hardly covered, drawing all eyes.

Eun-chae’s earlier disgusted expression had even shifted into a haughty, confident gaze.

Once the shooting started, she seemed to take it seriously.

“Keheh, next pose. This time….”

Baek Pan-soo kept adjusting her posture—hands on her arms, waist, even spreading her legs himself.

Each touch made Eun-chae’s expression darker, but she endured it.

“Keheh. Move your hand here… Yes. Legs slightly apart.”

“Ugh… L-like… this?”

“Keheheh! Perfect, absolutely perfect! Best shot yet.”

“Ah…haha…☆”

Her forced smiles continued.

*Click. Click.*

Welp.

The longer it went, the bolder Baek Pan-soo’s touches became.

From fixing arm positions to grabbing her shoulders, waist, even thighs—

“Uh, um… Could you just tell me? I-I’ll move myself…☆”

Eun-chae’s face screamed suppressed rage.

“Keheheh. Saves time. We’re pros. Now, next pose…”

“……Tch!”

Finally, they crossed the line.

“Keheheh. Hips this way.”

His hand slid down to her butt.