Chapter 16 – #16. Pose (2)
Whether or not Minho oppa is the midwinter writer, I had a certain job to do.
No? On the contrary, it could be seen that it has become more solid.
Once again, all I had to do was prepare a table for him.
Instead, it was a bit difficult this time in that the difficulty was much higher than before.
I was the one who stirred up Minho’s brother here and there under the pretext of reporting it already.
He had to prepare a stimulus so dizzying that the word ‘report’ would be forgotten in his head.
‘Even if life goes to hell, Hannah will eat and drink.’
I had to plant this idea in him.
And that’s at my discretion.
I had to make him pull his pants down himself.
But the point here is that now I have to maintain the state of not showing him any favors.
Honestly, even when we just ran into each other at school, I felt like I wanted to sit next to her and even fawn, but that didn’t work.
My first experience was perfect. Had to
If you’re going to have such a sleazy love love sex, why have you been defending her virginity all this time?
After Minho oppa passed away, I continued to rummage through the closet.
I’ll ask you about your brother’s taste…
I felt sorry for myself for kicking him out.
If it was Mosol, there was a high probability that the fantasy about the girl was firm.
Of course, the prize for the man I hoped for was very clear.
Her main character in [Her imprisoned her.]. Jinsung Lee.
No other explanation was needed.
If he was real, I had the intention of getting a marriage registration stamp with him right now.
Minho oppa must have had an image of a woman he wanted.
But it was a little difficult to guess.
Because the novel. [I imprisoned her] Was because there was only one man, Lee Jin-seong, but her heroines were very numerous.
If my brother is really the midwinter writer, the story becomes more complicated.
If you read the writer’s reviews, etc., The writer always said that he was sincere about each heroine, and that was actually buried in the writing.
Suyeon Kang. Seoyoon Ji. Heejeong Han. Yoo So-yeon. Amy. Resident.
Each of them was a charming heroine.
Kang Soo-yeon was an elite office lady.
Yoo So-yeon was a shy, silent librarian at a small library.
…Who is Minho oppa’s preference?
But I couldn’t ask him this question directly.
Because I have already declared that I will not read perverted novels like that.
I had to stay unnoticed by him.
That I am a crazy bitch who is obsessed with obscene language.
Whoops…
When I clicked on her page of [Her imprisoned her], I clicked on her illustration collection.
The cover I drew with a lot of sincerity caught my eye one by one.
The heroines, all dressed in bizarre costumes, pose reminiscent of sexual acts.
…I wonder if my brother will make me like that someday.
As soon as I thought of that, a very frightening thought ran through my mind.
The heroines in the novel were developed through training by Lee Jin-seong, and were not erotic women from the beginning.
If what Minho oppa really wants is a development that is 100% in line with the novel, then I…
Lee Jin-seong was interested in making a lewd woman, but he was already not interested in lewd women.
He was a man who focused on the process.
He was a man who felt pleasure in the transformation of everyday life into the extraordinary, and he was the one who smiled only when the extraordinary became everyday.
If I were a character in the drama now, it would definitely be Jinseong Lee.
[What. This. It is defective.]
It was clear that they would treat me as a defective product with a look of disinterest.
Suddenly, my body started to tremble.
No… I can’t…
I didn’t want to be treated like that by Minho oppa.
I didn’t want to be recognized as a bitch who had already been rolling around here and there because my head was already full of erotic things.
When I found an outfit similar to the fourth heroine, Ryu So-yeon, I made up my mind.
You can do it. Hannah.
You can do it.
I will seduce him, but I will never show off a pleasant feeling.
* ***
Unlike usual, Naeun was wearing a slightly darker lipstick.
Even though she hadn’t started filming yet, the plan card was shaking around her neck.
It was hard to bear that the snow kept going there.
I turned my gaze and looked out the window.
“Hey. The view here is nice.”
“People like Bonama and my brother would think of doing weird things here with the windows wide open.”
Hey. What do you say like that
Uh? I’m thinking like that…
…Coming to think of it, I did write a scene where I play exposed against a window.
I was going to refute something, but my proud work blocked my mouth.
“First of all, take some pictures before you prepare for the contest.”
Naeun grabbed my wrist and led me to her bedroom.
The second time you visit her bedroom.
This smells like air freshener.
A fragrant smell that could never come from a man’s room was filling the room.
“Sleep.”
Hannah held out her cell phone to me with her camera on.
“I’m going to strike a pose for now. Oppa, please take the picture in the direction you think is the worst composition.”
My ordeal began when I received her cell phone.
“Umm… Let’s start with this.”
Lying on her bed, she tried to mess up her hair and relaxed her eyes.
A pupil who does not know where he is looking.
But she held her plan card tightly over her chest.
[Please eat the pathetic me♥]
…Do you think of Na-eun, who would have sat in this room alone and pressed that plan card with a marker…
It was a hot stimulus just by imagining it.
Whether she intended or not, her top was lowered a little further.
Naeun’s black bra protruded.
…To film this? See me?
Before taking the picture, it was very difficult to manage the lower part.
Mosol Adain: Too much stimulation for me.
Okay. She is always my illustrator.
This is a thing.
It’s business time now.
Having made up my mind to compose a composition that would perfectly help my novel, I slowly picked up the camera and moved.
I thought there were two compositions for the current pose.
One is a way to make the breastbone clearly visible with the feeling of looking down from above.
The slightly protruding bra would capture the hearts of the readers.
Or, rather, take a picture from the lower side, so that the panties are barely visible and the plan card is emphasized.
Click click.
I kept taking pictures of her until I was satisfied.
She didn’t say anything and let me take the picture to my heart’s content.
“Would you like to take a look?”
Thinking that the same pose was enough, I returned the phone to Na-eun.
“…Come and sit down and watch.”
Naeun, who raised her body, patted the side of her bed.
On Naeun’s bed… Me?
Naeun didn’t seem to have any thoughts, but I felt my heart beating fast.
When I sat next to her, she turned the screen horizontally and carefully looked at the pictures I had taken.
“…Great?”
Naeun stopped looking at her screen and turned her head to look up at me.
“Are you talking about this picture? This is good enough.”
“No. Not that.”
Naeun looked at me with her cold eyes.
“I wonder if it would be good if I took pictures like this in my room.”
“Hey. You asked for help and came all the way here.”
I thought it was a strange situation just a moment ago, but when I heard her words, I got a little angry.
It shouldn’t even be really cheap.
“Your brother seems to be enjoying it too, isn’t it a win-win? Why are you losing your temper?”
She pushed the screen forward at me.
“Look, oppa. The photo he took. My thighs are all visible and I’m on the verge of showing my panties.”
“There’s no way a pervert who reads such nonsense would hate a situation like this.”
…That was half true, but it was true that I was still annoyed.
“Because I just want to do it quickly and go. Let’s finish filming. Strike a pose.”
“Look at that. He said he’d be happy while making me do naughty poses.”
When I told her to pose again, she put the plan card in her mouth.
[Please eat the pathetic me♥]
Kneeling on her knees, she looked up at me with her hands propped up in front of me.
The letters were directly facing my face.
A provocative attitude, as if asking what to do without eating.
Click.
Swallowing my saliva, I took the picture again.
One by one, two photos piled up on Naeun’s cell phone, as if they could only be seen on the deviance-type Twitter account.
After that, after changing her pose three or four times, Naeun smiled happily as if she was satisfied with the pictures I took.
“Good work. Brother. I think you can go now.”
“Yes. Use it usefully.”
“Yes, oppa. Go home and don’t do anything strange with that side dish.”
“What…?”
“Mother brother. Didn’t you just want to quench your cravings by holding back here and then going home?”
She giggled and covered her hand as if it were funny.
“If anything, I can send you at least one picture.”
…You. What the hell do you think of me?
There’s a certain level of being seen as easygoing as Mosol.
Is it okay if you have no courtesy towards the person who helped you?
Pop.
Once again, I heard the sound of my reason being cut.
“Have you finished talking. Fuck you.”
Hig.
Naeun started to hiccup as if she was startled.
