episode_0014

The shooting schedule typically involves 3 to 4 days a week.

There have been times when not only fitting models but also magazine models have come in, leading to shooting all week long.

Conversely, there have been weeks with no shoots at all.

It’s natural since it’s not a job with consistent work.

By the way, last week was just once.

Due to delays in outfits that were supposed to arrive by the beginning of the year until last week, they came late.

So, to align the schedule as much as possible, I had to endure changing clothes 30 times a day.

Of course, this is my own story.

As a model-by-model, I don’t know how other people’s schedules work.

I’m not interested either.

Anyway.

What does it mean to have 3 to 4 shoots a week?

It means meeting the director 3 to 4 times a week.

Since the director always oversees my shoots.

And what does this imply?

It directly implies being able to suck the director’s **** 3 to 4 times a week.

Just thinking about the rough veins popping on his **** makes my mouth water.

“…Gulp.”

I quietly swallowed my saliva.

“Ugh…!”

Each time I swallowed as if something pricked me, I felt a shiver inside my throat.

The aftermath of how brutally he screwed me that day still lingers.

It was uncomfortable but a pain I enjoyed.

A mark of honor, perhaps?

Will it be the same today?

Having obtained a free pass to the pretty girl’s mouth and ****, why wouldn’t I use it?

If I were a man, I would have called her every day and used her like a sperm toilet.

Thinking about that, I thought I would call her right after leaving the motel, but I didn’t. I should have left right then and there.

Still, I’m happy.

I thought we would drift apart completely when the director, who had woken up from hypnosis, mentioned the police station.

Looking back, using hypnosis to erase memories would have been easy.

But in the panic of the moment, my mind went blank, and I couldn’t think of such a solution. I’m not that familiar with using hypnosis to recall things immediately.

Yet, getting caught turned out to be a good thing.

From an ordinary woman’s perspective, it’s the worst outcome.

Because it means becoming a sex slave.

But for someone like me who likes the director and enjoys the naughty stuff, it’s a reward.

Externally, I couldn’t show joy, but I was so happy that I danced on my way back.

“Eujin, did something good happen?”

Cody unnie, who was doing my makeup, asked with a smile.

“No, not really.”

“Really? You seem excited today.”

How can I not be excited?

When I can suck ****.

But I can’t show it.

Not even to myself.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, my lips keep curling up.”

“It’s probably just my mood.”

Act normal.

Or else she might run to the director right now and ask when she’ll get to suck his ****.

How desperate can one person be?

I half-expected to be dragged to the bathroom or storage room as soon as I arrived at the studio.

If you have an unlimited freedom pass, you should use it as soon as you receive it; who knows how long you’ll keep it untouched.

Still, I’ll probably call him at least once today.

I put on the outfit and headed to the set.

The staff was waiting at the studio, and among them, the director was chatting with the lighting crew.

Our eyes met.

The director, as usual, gave me a light wave with a subtle smile.

“Yujin, hello. Let’s have a fun shoot today as well.”

“Yes.”

I suppressed my laughter and nodded.

Dealing with the director in a non-hypnotized state always makes me nervous.

Because of my tendency to draw lines in human relationships and keep my distance, it’s hard for me to be affectionate and cute with anyone.

That’s also why I always respond stiffly and coldly.

Other model unnies do it well.

…I used to do it well too.

Due to my personality, I know that people find it difficult to approach me cautiously.

I am aware of those who speak ill behind my back, criticizing my arrogance without knowing me.

However.

The director is different.

From the first time we met until now, they have treated me with unwavering kindness.

Isn’t it so now?

Although there has been a change, it has shifted in a very positive direction.

I stood in front of the camera.

Today, the bright lights are as scorching as the summer sun.

I have grown accustomed to the once intimidating gazes of the staff, now meeting them with composure.

One thing.

Even after entering my third year as a fitting model, I still can’t get used to that.

The gaze of the director behind the camera.

What is visible through the large camera is only when the camera is briefly lowered.

When the director focuses, their eyes narrow, becoming as sharp as a blade.

It’s as if a predator is staring at its prey with a horizontally torn gaze.

Indeed, it was the gaze of a predator.

The same look as when he relentlessly thrust his manhood into my throat at the motel.

Just looking at that gaze made me feel like something was poking inside my lower abdomen.

He knows about my uterus too.

That gaze makes him happy.

“Let’s move on to the next one.”

The first outfit shoot is done.

There are a total of seventeen outfits to wear today.

There is still plenty of time left.

If I wait patiently, they will surely call me.

I stared at the director for a while before heading into the dressing room.

* * *

Today, Yujin’s gaze is intense.

Even when she usually looks at me, her stare feels like it could pierce through my face, but today, it seems even more severe, as if she’s about to bore holes into me.

To others, it might seem like Yujin is angry with me.

Already resembling a cat, she looks slightly agitated even when she’s still, and with the added intensity in her gaze, she appears even more unsettled.

I know well that it’s not anger she’s expressing.

She may be harboring some dissatisfaction.

Every time I muster the courage to boldly ask for her mouth, she remains silent.

Considering Yujin’s level of perversion, she probably wants to suck my manhood right now.

Naturally, I also want to thrust into Yujin’s mouth just like back then.

Though the teeth felt sharp and slightly painful, the sensation of inserting my manhood deep into her tight throat was quite pleasurable.

The pleasure of tightening around my manhood as she tried to swallow me during each gag was immense.

Engaging all senses—sight, sound, touch, and the scent of female arousal mixed with saliva—stimulated my sense of smell.

Just thinking about it makes me feel a surge down below.

It’s tantalizing.

I feel the urge to release semen.

But I can’t seem to find the right moment.

As soon as I arrived at work, I was busy with camera setups, lighting arrangements, and more.

Not only me, but Yujin also needed styling, leaving no time to sneak off to the bathroom.

Even though we had time the day before the shoot, I refrained from pushing too hard on her throat, fearing there might be repercussions.

Besides that reason, there was another significant one.

The once burning passion had cooled down.

While I could act boldly as if I had consumed a potion of courage at the motel, hesitation grew as my head cooled.

Was it guilt?

The thought of whether such actions were permissible dominated my mind.

If I were a playboy who casually enjoyed women, I might have taken it lightly, but being new to this and inexperienced in handling women, each action demanded a bold choice.

Even knowing Yujin’s tendencies, I have yet to summon the courage to call her.

Still, I cannot let this opportunity slip away.

How many chances in life does one get to use a pretty girl’s mouth as a toilet for semen disposal?

It’s impossible to calculate.

Especially for someone like me, neither handsome nor wealthy, it seemed like a far-off land.

Alright, let’s use it during lunch break!

She gathered her courage.

Since the office atmosphere was relaxed, there was no need to eat lunch together.

One could eat alone or with whoever they wanted.

Although most people usually ordered delivery, it was also fine to go out and eat separately.

So, she decided to call Yujin separately at that time.

She had to feed him plenty of fresh sperm for lunch in the nearby academy shopping mall restroom.

“Good job this morning. Let’s keep up the good work in the afternoon.”

The morning shoot was over.

She stood up from her seat to call Yujin.

“Seunghyun!”

The moment she stood up, Seoyeon called me.

She affectionately put her hand on my shoulder.

Being a sociable woman, she was perfect for making men misunderstand.

Each of these small physical contacts made men think deeply.

Could it be that she likes me?

I start to think.

“Should we eat together today? I’ll treat. I said I would last time but couldn’t.”

When we finished the color correction work last week, Seoyeon suggested eating together.

I politely declined due to fatigue and planned to do it next time.

I didn’t expect it to be today.

The timing is really off.

It’s awkward to refuse again from a social standpoint.

Well, if lunch doesn’t work out, we can do it in the evening.

“Why? Do you have plans?”

Without waiting for an answer, Seoyeon leaned on me and brought her face close.

Whether knowingly or unknowingly, her chest lightly pressed against my shoulder.

“Uh…”

“I promised to eat with you.”

Just as I was about to say no, Yujin stood opposite me.

Yujin looked at Seoyeon with his usual cold eyes.

While one could question what kind of look that was, knowing it was his default, Seoyeon didn’t say anything.

“Oh, really? Seunghyun, did you really agree to eat with Yujin?”

Seoyeon smiled and looked at me.

Then, from the side, a strong gaze began to pierce my profile.

With pursed lips and wide-open eyes, Yujin stared at me menacingly, as if forcing me to lie. If I don’t lie here, he might even devour me.

“Uh… yes.”

I nodded.

“Yujin had some questions about photos, so I agreed to have lunch together today. I’m really sorry, boss, but can we postpone it to another time? I will treat you to the pasta you like.”

“Um… sure, then.”

Seoyeon smiled but wrinkled her nose slightly.

There was a hint of discomfort in her expression.

“Next time, make sure to eat with me.”

“Yes.”

“Eat well at lunch, Yujin~”

“Okay.”

Seoyeon glanced at Yujin once and left.

As I watched Seoyeon move away, I looked at Yujin.

Yujin, with his arms crossed, was glaring at me fiercely.

Considering the master-servant relationship, I should clearly be in the position of the master, but it seemed like a reversal of roles.

“Follow me.”

“Okay.”

I followed Yujin outside.