Chapter 189 – 189. Filming
Recently, I have painfully realized that there is a lot to chew on in the world.
While working hard at the gym, whether it was Seo Ji-ah or Ha-eun, the issue sank below the surface and evaporated.
Ha-eun’s minor gallery, which was active for a short time, was closed because the administrator lost interest in Ha-eun, and while she was busy, sexy photos were plastered all over the place.
There was no sign that anyone wanted to create a new gallery, so I created a new gallery, and although a few people came in and left comments, they ended up going back to a fairly quiet place, just like before the issue broke out.
As a result, the number of subscribers increased and the issue became less frequent, and people who were supposed to leave were left, so if you really think about it, it’s a benefit.
Ha-eun’s comments also returned as usual with a mixture of comments criticizing her body and compliments,
Seo Ji-ah was also carrying out her schedule as if there were no issues.
The same goes for Hinami.
In the end, all that was left after this incident was that I had to worry that there might be paparazzi around me at all times.
I can’t even dream of meeting Hinami in private.
Seo Ji-ah also has no chance to meet her unless she is upstairs.
Instead, it didn’t really matter what I did with Ha-eun, but I became reluctant to play around with her by pulling on her her choker like I used to.
I can feel people’s gaze better than when I was a player, and even when I just walk down the street, I feel a sense of tension in my body.
I knew that being famous wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Now that she has felt that feeling for the first time in a long time, she feels more uncomfortable than she thought.
-I miss you
Hinami, whom she had not seen recently, contacted her every day.
I know it’s difficult to see you, but you’re complaining about me saying you want to see me.
He reports his daily life to me every day, and always sends me sweaty photos after his schedule his his is over.
What she does is like an abandoned cat, and I feel pity for her, but that doesn’t mean she can go to Hinami’s house.
To be honest, it’s a bit scary for him to come to my house.
… Should I ask Seo Ji-ah for a favor?
She says this girl also seems a little unstable these days.
My account was originally meant for that purpose, so I was honestly a bit surprised when I saw very familiar pajamas and wallpaper in a post retweeted by one of the accounts I followed.
For a moment, I almost thought Ha-eun had secretly taken the picture and uploaded it, but it wasn’t until I saw the pattern of her pajamas and the size of her breasts that I was able to get a sense of it.
I don’t know what kind of change of heart she went through that made Seo Ji-ah enjoy this kind of deviation, but as long as she didn’t get caught, I had no right to say anything.
I can only assume that she exploded due to stress, as she was inundated with malicious comments based on nonsense.
Well, seeing as Hinami sucked my dick just because she scratched it, there was nothing strange about it.
She is that kind of woman.
A woman who is strong despite her pride and has a sense of choosing the people.
The problem is that you might get caught… , Actually, I did scare them, but the possibility of that happening wasn’t very high.
As long as you don’t take the picture with patterned pajamas showing the wallpaper like last time, there won’t be any problem.
If you cover your hands, erase all your dots, and apply corrections like that, there is no chance of recognizing your identity unless you stop by that house.
In fact, it should be considered a painting, not a photo.
Seo Ji-ah’s skin that I actually touched was a little darker and bloodier than that.
First of all, unlike the picture, you can see the veins on the chest. Although it is faint.
“What are you looking at?”
“Oh, it’s no big deal.”
“Are you watching something dirty again?”
“Uh.”
“… “I don’t even have to make excuses anymore.”
While I was lying on the bed in the soundproof booth and looking at the photos, Ha-eun, who had just washed up, walked next to me.
As for attire, well. Decent outfit.
Although it is a nun’s uniform, it is not a sacred outfit at all.
She lay down next to me and put her thigh between her legs, and I gently touched her garter belt and spoke to her.
“Why. You can take a look. “You have to see something like this to take a picture.”
“What?”
“Photos to sell to our grateful fans.”
“When I said I wouldn’t make excuses, you made excuses like a ghost.”
As the saying goes, row when the water comes in, we also had serious thoughts about making money.
However, I just postponed it because of my personal circumstances.
The gym was stabilized to some extent, and Seo Ji-ah couldn’t touch me anymore, so there was no need to buy it anymore.
Just one step further than Yuttu.
Photos that are a little more explicit, but without increased exposure.
It was a self-evident fact that if I packaged something like that and sold it as a subscription, it would generate more than my gym’s sales.
You can make quite a bit of money just by having a membership that doesn’t really matter.
“First, sit on the bed. Finish it quickly and rest.”
“Okay.”
To be honest, I don’t have a lot of experience with cameras or photography, so I wouldn’t be able to take such highly artistic photos.
It wasn’t that difficult to search the internet, find a bad photo, take a photo with a similar composition, and correct it.
After all, what people who buy photos want is not beauty, but Eros.
There was no chance of failure at all because I knew best where Ha-eun should look and how much she should look more sexy.
Rather, the difficult thing was the water level control problem.
“… Well, how should I pose?”
“Lie down, fold your legs, and hold a cigarette in your mouth.”
“Like this?”
“Uh. Good. “Stay still.”
Today’s concept is a very naughty nun.
The outfit did not cut out her cleavage her, but it cut out her shoulders and clung to her body for a flirty look.
Even though it wasn’t short, she was wearing a dress so sexy that her thighs were exposed due to the side slits, stockings, and a garter belt, so no matter how you looked at it, she looked closer to a saint than a nun.
Just looking at it gives off a feeling of corruption.
I put a cigarette in the nun’s mouth that I have never smoked in my life, and take a picture at an angle where I can clearly see her hips and navel her hidden by the nun’s robe her.
“… Next time?”
“Sit down with her knees together. Don’t raise her head too much. “Looking at the camera.”
Next, she moves her camera over her bed her, looks down at her, and takes one more photo of her.
The composition looks as if a very dissatisfied nun is glaring at me.
Although she is covered in a nun’s uniform, she captures the three-dimensional effect that cannot be hidden in her film, and I go behind her and capture her back in the same position.
“… “Isn’t the back of her exposed much?”
“It sucks even if you don’t have it.”
Her her her her thin nun’s uniform her her her stuck to her buttocks her her her, revealing her her her her exposed underwear her line her her, in a photo of her her her her. This time, he took the cigarette from her her mouth, pushed her to lie down on her stomach, and sat on her knees, holding her. Put it on the screen.
“… “Wait a minute.”
As she flops down on her bed and looks at her face her down on her screen, her thoughts her change slightly and she flips her onto her side of her.
With her head facing the wall, she holds a pillow in her hand and pushes the camera once more to capture the entire frame from her upper thighs to her head.
“… “Can’t you look back?”
“You can look. Oh, wait. To the other side.”
Turn her head to the right, grab her head and turn her to the other side.
Take a photo that includes everything from stockings to garter belts, slightly exposed buttocks, breasts pressed against the bed, bare shoulders, and folded armpits.
… Just the level I wanted.
Many people will be excited by looking at this photo, but it is a photo of an appropriate level that will never be able to guess the inside.
I was satisfied with that picture and took a few more pictures with similar compositions, and then inadvertently slapped Ha-eun on the butt.
“What. … “Do it?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“… If not, what is it?”
It was such a habitual behavior that Ha-eun, who had been slapped on the buttocks of her, naturally untied her garter belt and stuck her fingers into her underwear.
I tried to stop her, but instead, Ha-eun grabbed her hand and put it on her butt and started rubbing it.
I don’t think I’ll be able to finish filming today if I keep going like this, so I shake off her hand, get off the bed, and capture the nun’s slightly disheveled whole body in the frame.
“… If you want to do it, say you want to do it.”
“It’s not like that.”
“While standing.”
“Film everything, film everything.”
Ha-eun, who was lying down, got up right away as soon as I got down. She looked at the camera with a slightly sulky expression and struck a natural pose.
Her legs are stretched to one side, and her body seems to be leaning to the other side.
As I was taking photos of her from different angles, posing in a pose that highlighted the curves of her body her, especially the curves of her hips and breasts, I was started when she outstretched hand her and touched my body her her her.
“Hey. “What are you doing?”
“… “I thought it would be a little more erotic if I filmed it like this?”
She is underneath me, looking up at me and extending her hand.
It would not have been possible to know where her outstretched hand, outside of her camera, was headed, at least from the photo alone.
After taking another shot of her putting her her hand her her under her t-shirt her and groping below her her belly her button her her, I moved the camera a little closer and focused on her her breasts her her her.
“… “Isn’t it too erotic?”
“Well.”
The outline of voluptuous breasts that fills the camera.
But only the outline.
The shape of the nipple, the color of the areola, and the softness of those breasts are not captured in the photo at all.
Nevertheless, as I was filming it, she smiled with her lips that were outside of her camera, and moved her hand that had been groping her towards her her her her her her her her her her and began to very gently caress it.
“Hey.”
“Why. … You can just call it a B cut and not upload it.”
Then a little more intensely.
So much so that I can imagine what the chest feels like beyond that thin cloth.
“Actually, I don’t mind raising it. … “It’s not like there’s any exposure.”
“…”
The camera captures the scene of my fingers digging into the fabric and fat and sinking deeply.
… I look at her smiling sweetly at me from outside her screen.
After turning off her camera for a moment, she pushed her shoulder and knocked her over.
“Aaaaah, what are you doing to the holy nun?”
“Do you want to at least change the tone of your voice?”
I squeezed her chest as she spoke as if she were reading a Korean book in an acting tone that did not suit her.
“… “What if I make side dishes to sell to others and you secretly eat them?”
“What should I do? … “It tastes better if you steal it.”
… I put in my hands a daughter-in-law that was meant to be used by others.
Just unwrap her, just enough so that she doesn’t get caught.
I tasted enough in a not so short period of time.
After the tasting is over.
Although the packaging got a little wet.
