episode_0022

When I opened my eyes, it was still dim outside the window.

I checked the time.

[05:35 AM]

It’s dawn.

It’s time to wake up after a long sleep.

I woke up early because of yesterday’s appointment.

Although I suggested going for a walk first, I didn’t expect it to start at 6 a.m.

I quickly washed my face and put on my clothes.

I hid my tangled hair, which looked like it had been hit by a bomb, by flipping my hood over it.

I went out for a walk.

It was the time when the color was fading from the eastern sky that had been soaked in night.

A few elderly people who had little sleep were diligently exercising in the morning.

I walked along the walking path.

Come to think of it, we didn’t decide where to meet, did we?

We agreed to go for a walk, but we didn’t discuss where to walk.

Of course, we both probably thought we would meet at the nearby walking path.

Thinking that way, I headed towards the neighborhood where Yujin lived.

After about five minutes of walking, I saw a girl walking towards me from the other side.

A distinct presence that could be felt even from afar.

They say the aura you feel from a person varies depending on their profession.

Despite wearing ordinary workout clothes, the fit of her clothes and detailed styling hinted at the girl’s profession.

With a mask on, someone might even think she’s a celebrity.

She does have a celebrity-level appearance, though.

“You’re out early.”

I greeted Yujin warmly.

Checking the time, there were still 10 minutes until our meeting time.

“…Yes.”

Yujin replied curtly.

“If I don’t come out quickly, the perverted director might threaten me and make me do weird things.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

He’s not the type to get angry and punish someone for being late.

And Yujin is diligent about keeping his filming appointments, so I didn’t think he would be late.

He has never been late in all the time we’ve worked together.

If by some chance he is late once, everyone, including me, could understand that it happens to everyone at least once and would pass it off with a forgiving heart.

“…But why did you do that?”

Yujin shoved his phone in my face.

There was a picture on the phone taken yesterday.

Yes, it was a picture of Yujin declaring defeat and spreading his buttocks.

Seeing that, I couldn’t say anything.

“I don’t want to be alone with the director… I didn’t want to go for a walk, but I came out on purpose because I thought the director might threaten me again if I refused. Understand?”

I know this is just an excuse.

She set the meeting time herself and everything.

“Got it?”

“I got it.”

Confirmed that she came out not because she wanted to but because she had no choice, Yujin turned around and started walking along the walking path.

I stood next to her and walked.

“How’s your body? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

A curt reply.

The conversation ended there.

I racked my brain to choose a topic to become closer.

What did we usually talk about?

We mainly talked about work-related matters.

“Have you gotten used to being a fitting model, Yujin? Before, I had to tell you how to pose, but now you seem to pose confidently and naturally.”

“Are you talking about yesterday?”

Yujin narrowed her eyes.

Her sharp gaze pierced through me.

Yesterday.

The picture Yujin had shoved in my face just now came to mind.

Even then, I had encouraged him to pose by saying, “Now that you’re a pro model, you can spread your buttocks well, right?”

“Do you keep bringing up yesterday’s story?”

“No, that’s not what I intended.”

“You’re really a trash pervert. You’re not going to call me out today to make me do weird things like yesterday, are you?”

“No, I’m just going to walk, really.”

“Really?”

Yujin’s eyebrows furrowed.

Seems displeased.

Let’s interpret that statement as wanting to do something strange, right?

I can do whatever you ask me to do, but today I came out with a truly pure heart.

Also, since I went too far yesterday, I should take it easy.

“Really… Just a walk and that’s it?”

Yujin zipped up her windbreaker all the way to her neck and put her hands in the pockets.

It seems like she’s trying to take out some coins again.

She must be trying to make me do something naughty by shaking the coins.

“Okay, then shall we go eat?”

Yujin’s face relaxed a bit.

Seeing her like this, I think her emotional expressions are surprisingly honest.

“Eat… Going to eat… Is that all that’s on your mind?”

Yujin chuckled as if amazed, flipping her hair to the side.

That seems to be one of her habits.

Whenever she expects something, she always flips her hair behind her ear.

“Come with me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Really? You don’t want to?”

Yujin hesitated for a moment, then sighed, “Fine,” and breathed out.

“If you say you won’t go… I’ll threaten you with taking more photos… Got it.”

Despite grumbling, there is a subtle sense of expectation.

“So… Where are we going?”

Yujin looked around.

Her gaze landed on the public restroom at the entrance of the walking path.

Just by looking at her gaze, you can tell what she’s imagining.

But unfortunately, that’s not it.

“Come with me.”

I grabbed Yujin’s hand and led her.

As I held her hand, I could feel Yujin’s body trembling through her hand.

“S-suddenly… Why are you holding my hand like this? Let go.”

She shakes her shoulder as if trying to shake off my hand.

But whether she really wants to do that or rather wants to hold on tighter, her grip tightens even more.

I decided not to mention anything about it.

The place I was leading Yujin to by holding her hand was a nearby bean sprout rice soup restaurant.

“Huh?”

“Let’s have a hearty breakfast before we go in.”

“You mean… bean sprout rice soup?”

“I’ll treat you.”

Yujin’s lips pouted.

I secretly expected this kind of reaction.

As mentioned earlier, today’s meeting was purely to get closer.

“This place is good. It’s delicious.”

I dragged Yujin into the bean sprout rice soup restaurant.

* * *

Absurd.

Did this person really invite me just for a walk?

When she said let’s eat, I naturally thought she meant eating me.

But what is this?

Bean sprout rice soup?

It’s tasty, but…

Still, this wasn’t what I wanted.

What should I do with this person?

She seems like she might give me what I want, but she doesn’t.

Of course, suddenly holding hands made me excited.

A big, firm hand.

Wasn’t that hand used to torment my clitoris?

Just thinking about it makes me want to rub my pussy against the director’s hand.

No.

Don’t get discouraged.

It’s not over yet.

Surely after filling our stomachs with bean sprout rice soup, she’ll generously fill my mouth with her cum for dessert.

“Why? Do I have something on my face?”

As I watched the director drinking water, she blinked and asked.

“No.”

I answered curtly and got up from my seat.

After finishing the meal, we left the bean sprout rice soup restaurant.

When we stepped outside, the sun that had been hanging under the eastern sky had completely risen above the eastern sky.

“Be careful on your way back.”

“Huh?”

“Now let’s go home and work.”

The director seems like she really wants to go home.

Wait, really?

For real?

Is she just going to go back like this?

No, that won’t do.

Please at least suck my cock once.

Those words almost reached my throat.

“Let’s walk together often in the future. See you next time during the next shoot.”

She waved lightly and turned away.

“Just a moment…!”

I grabbed her immediately.

“Why?”

“Well….”

I grabbed her, but what should I say?

It would be weird to ask, “Can I skip servicing you today?”

Should I use hypnosis?

I did bring a coin for emergencies.

Indeed, only hypnosis comes to mind.

Before getting screwed over by the director, I need to control her.

“Every day, the assistant who awakens me with a spell to use me once.”

“Come with me for a moment.”

I led the director into an alley. Hypnotizing in the middle of the street would attract unwanted attention from passersby.

However…

“We need to get back quickly as work is piling up. If you have something to say, say it here.”

The director didn’t come along willingly.

This isn’t right.

There’s much to say, but I can’t say it.

Am I relying too much on hypnosis?

I must find another way besides hypnosis.

I could barely think of one alternative.

“I’ll help with the work like last time.”

“You?”

The director looked at me as if unsure of the reason.

It’s reasonable to think it’s strange.

I calmly explained the reason for wanting to assist with the work.

“If the director falls behind on work… filming will be delayed too… I refuse to let filming fall behind. And who knows? If I help well, maybe the director will reward me generously?”

I blinked and looked up at the director.

“A reward?”

A pat on the back.

A stroke of luck.

A little something.

That’s what I want.

“Maybe even erase that awful picture…”

Please don’t delete it.

Keep it for life.

Preserve it forever.

What I said was just a simple excuse.

After a brief pause, the director exhaled heavily through his nose and nodded.

“Alright. Shall I accept some help again?”

Internally, I cheered.

Success!

Just going to the director’s house is a first victory.

If I tempt him when we’re there, I might be able to extract his desires.

Gently teasing and provoking seems to excite the director, so I believe it will work like last time.

If not, I can always add seasoning with hypnosis.

For example, it can be used to intensify sexual desires.

“Let’s go quickly since time is precious.”

Boldly, I took the director’s hand.

As soon as I held his hand, my heart raced.

I took the lead while sober.

What if the director pulls his hand away?

I discreetly glanced at him.

However, the director willingly held onto my hand.

Our palms touching felt warm.

What if I start sweating?

With worry in mind, we walked hand in hand down the street.