Equivalent Exchange
Part 7 of Loyalty
~9.6k words
Male Reader x fromis_9's Baek Jiheon x fromis_9's Lee Chaeyoung
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You’re sitting on a bench near the campus’s main gate, waiting for Gaeul to finish her last lecture. The afternoon sun is warm and there’s an air-conditioned shelter about ten meters away, but your attention is locked on your phone, scrolling through Velora’s company profile. You’ve already finished researching Elysium Collective and based on what you can gather, it’s too small, too niche, with almost no opportunities for someone like your dearest girlfriend.
Specifically, they deal with fashion wear for people aged fifty and above. You question yourself if there’s even a market for this age group, but hey, you’re not judging. They’ve been around for over sixty years and are still going strong. Although, they’re the least of your concern, since it would feel weird seeing a young, attractive person modelling elderly wear. No hate to them, but it just doesn’t fit what Gaeul needs.
“Velora…” you mumble, scrolling down the site. The deeper you go, the more your eyebrows furrow. Standard fashion and commercial work. Everything looks clean on paper: decent contracts for beginners, slow-to-modest progression, but very limited high-paying campaigns. However, their repertoire feels strangely limited for a top modelling agency in the country. You fear that your plans to protect and elevate Gaeul may backfire if you approach Velora.
You sigh and switch tabs. The last one on the list is Lumina Atelier. You scroll through their portfolio with focused intensity, vetting them in a similar fashion as to how you evaluated the other two. You’re not a professional investigator at all, hell you’re looking at them like you’re researching for a job interview. But sometimes, that’s enough.
“Oh…” you hum softly, eyebrows raising and dropping at irregular intervals. Unlike the others, Lumina is aggressive and broad — high-end fashion, lingerie, commercial shoots for food products, vehicles, lifestyle brands, and even some biotech-related modelling. They’re rising fast, with actual high-paying campaigns and real visibility.
Impressive.
Out of the three, Lumina is the only one with genuine potential.
You’re still comparing the agencies when someone suddenly drops down beside you on the bench.
“Whatcha looking at so seriously?”
You nearly drop your phone. Sakura is there, and you mean like she’s-seated-right-beside you there. She grins as she leans over with open curiosity. You quickly tilt the screen away from her sight and lock the screen, sliding the phone into your pocket.
“Sakura… hey. What are you doing here?”
“You’re sus.” She frowns at you, but shrugs anyway. Leaning back on the backrest, she swings her legs lightly. “Waiting for Jihoon to pick me up for our ‘date’.” She makes lazy air quotes with her fingers. “He’s late again.”
“Sakura…”
“Hmm?” she gives you a puzzled look.
You look at your thighs, appreciating the creases on your pants as you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be direct.
“Why are you still with him? Despite… everything.”
Sakura raises an eyebrow, then lets out a short, tired laugh.
“Straight to it, huh?” She stares up at the sky for a moment, mouth open as she takes in a deep pondering breath. “Honestly? Mostly for the sex. Jihoon has a really thick cock, and his bed skills are insane. When he fucks me right, I cum so hard it feels wonderful. Like my whole body lights up. I haven’t found another guy who can make me feel that good, that consistently.”
She says it so casually, without shame, but there’s a hint of tiredness underneath.
“Are you even finding?” you ask.
“I…” she looks back down, legs swinging a little faster. Then she glances at you, her expression turning more serious. “I know what happened to Sullyoon too. Don’t ask me how and why. I’m not saying anything. I can’t. I’m already in his palms as well. Plus, it’s not that easy to leave now. We’ve been together for a while. I already know too many of his secrets. If I try to pull away, he can make things very difficult for me… and for my family.”
She gives a small, resigned shrug.
“Sometimes it’s just easier to stay. Even if I know he only sees me as a toy to play with when he feels like it.”
You stare at her, frustration building.
“He’s a really shitty guy, Sakura. You should leave him.”
Sakura gives you a small, almost pitying smile. “You’re asking because of Gaeul, right? You’re scared that if she gets deeper into modeling and ends up around Jihoon, she might end up like Sullyoon or me, bullied, used, but too weak to do anything about it because of their position.”
You keep silent, but that silence says nothing, something, and everything.
Sakura stands up slowly as a familiar sports car pulls up in the distance. “Look… this world doesn’t like heroes. If you’re planning to do something stupid, make sure what… and who you’re doing it for is worth it.” Her voice softens a little. “I know how much you love Gaeul. And how much she loves you back. So don’t break her heart, okay?”
“Hey what’s that supposed to mean?”
Sakura walks forward as Jihoon’s car stops nearby, ignoring your question. He winds down the window and calls out lazily.
“Kkura! Get in.”
His eyes flick to you for a second. He makes a crude, filthy gesture with his tongue, then laughs.
“I’ll send you more stuff soon, Minjae. You’ll love it.”
You flip a middle finger at him as Sakura rolls her eyes, walking towards the car without another word. She gets in, and they speed off.
You sit there for a long moment after they disappear, pondering over Sakura’s words. You don't know if she meant to steer you in a particular direction, but she sure as hell did.
You sigh and pull out your phone again, and go back to Lumina Atelier’s page. Out of the three, it’s the only one with real potential — broader scope, faster growth, actual high-paying campaigns. Everything looks believable, and that's your best bet other than entering NOVATION, the den of lions itself.
You stare at the contact button for a while.
Finally, with steady fingers, you open their main office line and type a simple enquiry, inserting your campus email as the point of contact.
Email Address:
General Enquiry:
I want to talk. I’m interested in working with you.
You hit send.
A notification in your email inbox comes almost instantly.
From: [email protected]
Dear Mr. Ahn Minjae,
Tomorrow. 3 PM.
Our main office.
Come alone.
This is an automated computer generated response, please do not reply to this email.
You stare at the screen, heart pounding with a dangerous mix of dread and determination.
This is it.
———
“Next station, City Hall. The doors will open on the right.”
You glance at your trusty watch that does almost everything you wish a watch could do — your mobile phone — 02:34 P.M. Seems like you’ll be early. You stare at the continuous, blurry smudge of concrete and light through the subway train’s window. Your reflection is surprisingly clear despite the constant flashing strobe of lights, and you raise your hands to your neck, adjusting your tie as you tighten it. Your hands are wet and clammy — an obvious sign of nervousness.
Why wouldn't you be?
The next thing you know, you're standing right outside Lumina Atelier, neck raised high as you marvel at the scale of the building. You've already seen the building through images on the Internet, with numerous reviews emphasising on its sheer scale and size. But seeing it upfront with your own eyes? There's only one thought through your mind.
It's big. Like really big.
Hell, you can't even see the organisation’s building signage even if your neck lifts more than 180 degrees. You really can't help but wonder how they managed to gather such power and influence despite only being established two years ago. Building something on such a large scale would have taken a year and a half — unless they contracted like every construction company in the country.
You suck in a deep breath and step inside.
A polite receptionist guides you to a quiet meeting room on the upper floor. Two unnamed executives are already waiting — a sharp-eyed woman in her late thirties and a composed man in his early forties. Both are dressed in tailored business attire and carry themselves with the quiet confidence of people who hold real power.
They don't waste time with pleasantries.
“Sit,” the woman says, gesturing to the chair across from them as they settle down into theirs. “I am Ms Shin. And he is Mr Kwon.”
You give a small half-bow, eyes locked on them the entire time, before walking to the seat with unease.
“My name is—”
“We know who you are, Minjae. We know you’re connected to Gaeul and have been seen around Yujin. That’s why we agreed to this meeting.”
You sat down, keeping your expression neutral even though your pulse was racing. They've been keeping tabs on you. You shouldn't be surprised, but you are surprised.
The man leans forward slightly, folding his hands on the table. “We’ll be direct. Lumina Atelier is interested in expanding our influence inside NOVATION. Yujin is rising fast and has strong connections there. Gaeul is also gaining attention. You are close to both. That makes you useful.”
The woman continues smoothly, her tone professional but cold, staring at you as if she's trying to peer into your soul.
“We don’t operate like NOVATION. We don’t blackmail or plant evidence, nor do we coerce or anything of the likes. We believe in equivalent exchange. There is a normal, safe modeling path for those who want it — steady work, standard contracts. But if you want faster success, higher-paying campaigns, protection from certain… complications, and real opportunities for the people you care about, then there is a price. You give us access and cooperation. We give you results.”
You swallow hard.
“What exactly do you want from me?”
The man answers without hesitation.
“Information. Influence. Help in weakening certain power structures inside NOVATION. In return, we can offer better contracts for Gaeul, protection for your allies, and resources to deal with people like Jihoon and Director Oh. But understand this — once you step in, there is no halfway. The first payment begins with the test photoshoot tomorrow.”
The woman studies your face carefully.
“You came to us because the other agencies have no real potential. We are the only ones who can move fast enough to make a difference. But nothing here is free. Think very carefully before you agree.”
You sit in silence for a long moment, the weight of their words pressing down on you.
Gaeul’s face flashes in your mind. Sullyoon’s broken expression. Winter’s quiet support. The video Jihoon had sent. Yujin’s control.
You have already come this far.
“I understand,” you say finally, voice steady despite the storm inside you. “I’m in.”
“Good.” The woman gives a small, satisfied nod. “Stand, and give me a small turn.”
“Here?”
“Just do as she says,” the man urges.
You stand and step slightly forward, giving a small hesitant twirl around your spot. When you're done, you stand that awkwardly, not sure what that was all about.
Ms Shin looks at you throughout, scanning your body from head to toe, nodding subtly with raised eyebrows.
“Very good. Very good indeed.” She finally speaks, before scribbling down something on her notepad before continuing. “ We have a use for you after all. The photoshoot is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Prove your worth. Mr Kang Taejun will direct. Consider it your first test and your first payment.”
The man stands up, signaling the meeting is over.
“Welcome to Lumina Atelier, Ahn Minjae. We look forward to seeing how useful you can be.”
You leave the building with a strange mix of determination, puzzlement and dread settling in your chest.
There’s no turning back now.
———
You set down the phone and start zoning out. You were nothing. Now you have something.
You hope that it is something.
You hope that it will become something.
Not for yourself, but for her.
———
“Nice to meet you, my name is Kang Taejun. You can call me Taejun, but during shooting sessions, I am to be referred to as Director Kang.” He reaches his hand out for a welcome shake.
“Nice to meet you as well, Director Kang,” you say, reaching out to give him a handshake. It’s firm, powerful, and confident — one that speaks of his professionalism.
“Let’s get straight to work,” he says, turning to guide you towards the epicenter of the room. Along the way, he gives you a brief introduction of the different critical locations, which you are already somewhat familiar with — thanks to your attendance at the NOVATION shoot last week. The set is still quite empty apart from a few staff moving props around, which you assume is because it’s still early.
As if reading your mind, Taejun opens his mouth to address your concern. “We called you here earlier because we wanted you to familiarise with the place. The shoot will begin in about an hour’s time. You nervous?”
“Kind of? I’ve been to a photoshoot before, but it feels larger and grander here.”
“Don’t be. Have you been told what you’ll be modelling for?”
“No?”
“What? Then why are you even here? Wait, never mind, give me a minute.”
Taejun stops right in front of his laptop that’s tethered to the camera of the set and takes out his phone, seemingly giving a call as you see him whispering on the phone. While waiting, you look around, taking in the sight of the photography studio, making mental notes as to where the important locations are. From a single glance, the studio’s intent becomes clear. The set holds the centre, open and commanding, with enough breathing room around it that nothing feels crowded. The equipment room lingers just behind while the prop room waits off to the side, both granting easy access. Across from it, the makeup and changing rooms sit paired together, allowing talent to slip in and out of transformation without disrupting the flow. Everything is close, purposeful, and effortlessly in reach — yet the space never presses in.
To summarise, it’s to maximise efficiency.
You glance toward the changing room — the door carelessly left open — hoping to catch a glimpse of what will be modelled today. And your heart skips a beat. The fabric hanging off the clothes rack looks… risqué. They’re lacy, see-through, boasting a multitude of colours that one would never wear in public. You clasp your hands together and pray to every god you can think of that you didn’t sign up for a lingerie shoot.
“Minjae,” Taejun snaps you out of your daze. “Are you really sure that they didn’t tell you anything?”
“Yea. So, what’s this shoot about?”
“Well… it’s a bit hard to tell you since you were kept in the dark, but it’s a lingerie shoot. I deal with lingerie,” Taejun reveals.
“I figured that much,” you say, pointing at the risqué clothing through the open changing room door. “It doesn’t bother me. So what’s my job today? Props? Lights? Just tell me what to do.”
“…” You’re greeted with silence from Taejun.
“What?” you ask.
“You have got to be joking right?”
Taejun smiles at you awkwardly. “Yes.”
“No way. Me? A lingerie model?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” he says, nodding at each of your questions. “From what I see, you do have a very nice body.”
“I’m not walking out of this one right?”
“No. You’ve already signed the contract.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ll guide you along, so trust me.”
You stand there, looking at him, a million thoughts running through your mind, and yet, you don’t know what those million thoughts are.
Only one thought manages to surface — this is for Gaeul. That’s all that matters.
“Alright. I don’t have a choice.”
“Great. You can head to the male changing room and wait for your makeup artist and wardrobe stylist. I’ll give you a holler when your model counterparts arrive.”
“Fuck.”
Fuck indeed.
You nod and walk away towards the male changing room, the risqué lingerie sets still burned into your mind, hoping you're not donning female lingerie. You push the door open and step inside. The room is surprisingly spacious despite it looking small from the outside, with mirrors lining one wall, a long counter with lights, and several racks of clothing. Exactly like how a changing room should look like. A female stylist and makeup artist are already waiting for you.
“Minjae, right?” the stylist asks with a professional smile. “Let’s get you ready.”
The next forty minutes pass in a blur of measurements, fabric adjustments, and light makeup. They dress you in a pastel pink robe over the first lingerie set — a fitted, semi-sheer (can't have everyone in public seeing your penis) pair of boxer-briefs with subtle strapping details that leave very little to the imagination.
You stare at your reflection and feel a wave of embarrassment mixed with disbelief. This is really happening. Well, at least you're not wearing women’s lingerie.
Then, a knock on the door. Taejun’s voice comes through.
“Minjae, we’re ready for you on set. The girls are already here.”
You take one last deep breath and lightly slap yourself on the cheeks before stepping out. The studio has entirely transformed during your absence. Lights are set up, softboxes and prop chairs positioned perfectly, and a large white cyclorama backdrop creates a clean, modern atmosphere. Faux semi transparent white curtains drape the background, meshing well with a contrasting rose pink carpet floor. The floor is littered with bundles of soft silky blankets in a deeper pink that carries a tinge of sheen, purposefully arranged in an artfully disorganised manner.
Taejun gestures toward the two women already on set.
“Minjae, meet your co-models for today. This is Baek Jiheon,” he says, nodding to the girl on the left wearing a striking black off-shoulder dress with delicate lace details and brown-framed glasses. She sits casually in a vibrant red chair, one leg crossed over the other, exuding effortless confidence and quiet sensuality.
“And this is Lee Chaeyoung,” Taejun continues, indicating the girl on the right in a pure white sleeveless top with lace trim and a matching skirt, her long black hair cascading down her back. She stands with graceful poise, her aura soft yet undeniably alluring.
Jiheon gives you a bright, playful smile. “Nice to meet you, Minjae. Looking forward to working with you.”
Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Likewise. Let’s make this shoot fun.”
You give a small nod, already hyper-aware of their presence. They're pretty. Like really pretty — to the point where “pretty” feels like an understatement. You give a brief introduction of yourself, all while admiring the smooth expanse of Jiheon’s exposed shoulders and the way Chaeyoung’s white outfit contrasts with her flawless skin. There’s really something different about models as compared to those who are not, often exuding a confident and magnetic aura that prickles people’s nerves. Your pulse quickens.
“Wow, you cleaned up real nice,” she says, eyes scanning you up and down. “The robe looks good, but I bet what’s underneath looks even better.”
Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Agreed. Let’s see how well you wear it once the robe comes off.”
Taejun claps his hands once. “Alright, let’s start with solo shots for the girls to warm up the set. Minjae, watch and get comfortable.” He pauses then adds, “As briefed, today's theme will be Candy Confessions. Sweet, sultry, and impossible to resist. Let's impress the customer.”
Jiheon goes first. She lounges in the red chair with effortless sensuality, one hand resting near her face, the other holding a small white plush bunny toy as she arches her back and bends forward. The black off-shoulder dress slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing her milky smooth skin. She looks intellectual yet dangerously seductive behind her glasses.
Chaeyoung follows, posing against a plain backdrop in her white sleeveless lace top. She stands with quiet elegance. With a soft but captivating expression, she touches her long straight hair lightly with one hand. The lace details accentuate her curves, and the pure white fabric makes her already bright skin glow brighter under the lights.
You watch them both, unable to look away. Their bodies are stunning — toned yet soft in all the right places, their movements graceful and confident. The aura they carry is intoxicating, and you feel heat rising in your chest from pure admiration and nervousness.
After the solo shots, Taejun calls everyone together.
“Now for the main couple and trio shots. Minjae, you’re the male lead today. Just follow my direction and try to relax. The camera loves confidence.”
The first few setups are straightforward. Or more like you are straightforward. You start stiff and unsure, but you try to draw on what you observed at the NOVATION shoot: keeping your shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, and making subtle adjustments on the fly. But you feel awkward and self-conscious. Taejun notices and gives encouraging feedback, guiding your attempts.
Jiheon leans in during one pose, her voice soft and encouraging. “Hey, relax. You’re doing fine. Just breathe and pretend we’re just three friends messing around. No pressure.”
Chaeyoung adds with a gentle smile, “Yeah, loosen up those shoulders. You have a great body, own it.”
Their kind words help a little. You start to loosen up as the shoot progresses and you get more accustomed towards what should and shouldn't be done.
As the poses become more intimate, Jiheon and Chaeyoung move closer, their bodies brushing against yours. Hands on chests, fingers tracing collarbones, lips and hot breaths hovering near necks. The air grows thicker with tension. Sexual tension.
“Minjae, put your hand on Jiheon’s waist — lower. Chaeyoung, lean into his chest. Perfect. Hold that gaze.”
During a short break, Taejun pulls you aside while the girls get their makeup touched up.
“You’re doing well,” he says quietly. “But I assume the higher-ups didn’t fully explain the rest of the shoot to you. Besides modeling, there’s also the ‘payment’ part. After the main shots, you’ll be expected to satisfy the models’ sexual thirst. It’s part of how we operate here. Just follow their lead and do your best.”
Your stomach drops, but you nod stiffly. There’s no backing out now.
When the shoot resumes, the dynamic shots begin. Jiheon and Chaeyoung become much bolder. In one setup, Jiheon presses herself fully against your front, her body rolling subtly against yours as she looks up at you through her glasses. “Like this,” she murmurs, grinding her hips slowly against your groin. The friction is maddening. You feel yourself hardening under the thin robe.
Chaeyoung, on your other side, presses her breasts firmly into your arm and grinds her hip against your thigh in slow, teasing circles. “Mmm… you’re getting hard already,” she whispers. “Let us feel and see how hot you think we are.”
The grinding intensifies in the next poses. Jiheon rolls her hips in sensual waves, her lace-covered body sliding against yours with purposeful pressure. Chaeyoung mirrors her, grinding harder, her white lace top brushing your skin as she whispers filthy encouragement.
Lace… at this point, they might be your worst nemesis.
“Minjae, turn your head toward Jiheon — yes. Chaeyoung, press closer. Perfect chemistry,” Taejun calls out.
Jiheon leans in with a mischievous grin. “You were so tense earlier, but now you’re reacting so well. Does it feel good when we tease you like this?”
Chaeyoung adds, biting her lip, “I bet you’re dying to touch us for real. But you have to wait until the private room.” She trails her fingers dangerously close to your groin, all while smiling innocently for the camera.
“Feel how wet we’re getting just from teasing you?” Jiheon purrs.
You’re fully affected now. Your heart is racing, cock straining against the lingerie briefs, every nerve ending on fire from their constant, intentional contact.
Taejun calls out approvals from behind the camera, but you barely hear him. All you can focus on is the warmth of their skin, the softness of their bodies, and the growing ache between your legs.
By the time Taejun finally calls “Wrap!”, you’re breathing heavily, body buzzing with unresolved tension and desire.
Jiheon pats your shoulder with a wink.
“You did amazing. Can’t wait for the after-party.”
Chaeyoung blows you a kiss.
“See you in the private room. Don’t keep us waiting too long.”
Taejun approaches you as the crew starts packing up.
“You did really well today. A little nervous at the start, but you found your rhythm quickly. Natural flair and good instincts. We’ll have the private session in fifteen minutes. You don't need to get changed at all. Easier access.”
You nod, heart still racing.
As you head back to the changing room, one thought keeps repeating in your head:
This was only the beginning.
Fuck. How many beginnings are there… Every new thing feels like it is only the beginning.
When you’re done resting — though you don’t think you managed to rest at all — Taejun gives your door a soft knock.
“This way,” he says calmly, leading you down a short hallway to a private lounge at the back of the building. The room is luxurious but still reserved — soft lighting, a large sectional couch, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a small bar area in the corner. It feels intimate, almost too intimate. Or maybe you're just sensitive.
Jiheon and Chaeyoung are already inside, lips mashed against each other in a deep, hungry makeout. Taejun closes the door behind you and locks it with a quiet click. The sound echoes in the sudden silence as the two girls slowly pull apart, a thick string of spit connecting their tongues. They turn to look at you, eyes dark with anticipation.
He turns to face you, his expression professional and composed, the same calm mentor demeanour he had during the shoot.
“This is the first payment,” he simply says. “In Lumina Atelier, we operate on equivalent exchange. You are not required to initiate anything. The girls will lead. Your role is to participate, follow their pace, and show your value. How well you perform here will directly influence the level of support we can provide for your girlfriend — better contracts, protection, opportunities. Everything is connected.”
“Wait… you have a girlfriend?” Jiheon tilts her head, her playful expression shifting to genuine surprise.
You nod stiffly, the word “girlfriend” feeling like a knife in your chest.
“And you still signed the contract? Knowing what the payment would be?” Chaeyoung says, equally surprised.
“Yeah… although I guess I only had myself to blame for not reading the fine print carefully. Sure, they could have told me, but it’s not as if it wasn't written in the contract.” You smile sheepishly, embarrassed at your blunder. “I was just… anxious and worried.”
You look back at the three of them, Chaeyoung already pulling Jiheon closer, whispering things that you can't make out.
“We can make do with just Taejun if you want out,” Jiheon offers softly, looking back at you. “We don’t want to force you into something you’re not comfortable with. Really. We can handle it ourselves.”
The offer hangs in the air.
“I'm sure Taejun wouldn't mind right?” Chaeyoung says, cocking her eyebrow as she gives him a nudge, to which he responds with a small nod.
For a split second, you feel a wave of relief. There’s a way out. You could walk away right now. You could tell them you can’t do this. But then you remember why you’re here.
“It’s alright,” you say quietly. “I have to fulfil the contract.”
The girls exchange a quick glance. Jiheon’s eyes soften with understanding, while Chaeyoung gives you a small, almost sympathetic nod.
“Okay then…” Jiheon says, her smile returning, though gentler this time. “We’ll take good care of you. No pressure. Just… let us lead.”
Chaeyoung leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ll make it feel good,” she whispers. “You’re doing this for someone important, right? Then trust us.”
Taejun, who has been quietly undressing on the side, gives a single nod of approval.
“Begin when you’re ready.”
They’re already starting to shed the outer layers that they wore during the photoshoot breaks, revealing the elegant lingerie underneath — Jiheon in black, Chaeyoung in white.
You stand there, heart pounding. This is it. The real price.
Jiheon steps forward first, a playful yet hungry smile on her lips as she looks you up and down. “You were so good on set,” she murmurs seductively. “But I’ve been dying to feel and see you since the moment you walked out.”
Chaeyoung moves in from the other side, pressing her body lightly against yours, her hand already trailing down your chest. “We’ve been waiting for this,” she adds softly, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Jiheon and Chaeyoung waste no time. Their hands move with desperate hunger, fingers tugging at the tie of your pastel pink robe. With teasing smiles, they pull the string, unknotting and letting the overlapping fabric fall open, sliding off your shoulders, pooling at your feet. Their eyes drop immediately to the semi-sheer lingerie briefs underneath. The thick outline of your heavy cock clearly visible, straining hard against the thin material, the head already peeping out from the hem.
Jiheon lets out a soft, appreciative hum, biting her lower lip as she kneels down. “Fuck… look at that,” she whispers, voice already thick with lust. “It’s already so hard even before we’ve touched it properly. Comparable to Taejun’s”
Chaeyoung joins Jiheon, kneeling down, pressing her soft cheek against the warm bulge before taking a deep, shameless inhale. Her nose traces slowly along the thick length as she breathes you in, eyes fluttering in pleasure.
“Mhmm… you smell so fucking good,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against your cock through the fabric. You can feel the dampened friction she’s giving your erect length, and it’s driving you insane. “Warm… masculine… I can already tell how full you are. God, I bet it tastes even better.”
Jiheon traces her manicured nails lightly over the material, following every ridge and vein with deliberate slowness, feeling you throb and twitch under her touch. “It looks so thick,” she admires, already drooling. “Heavy too… I can feel it pulsing against my fingers. This cock is going to feel incredible stretching our mouths open.”
They don’t rush at all. Instead, they spend long moments worshipping you through the fabric — stroking, squeezing, rubbing their cheeks and lips along the outline while whispering filthy praises. The sensations are maddening, making you crave for more as your hips jerk into their touches. Chaeyoung cups your balls gently through the briefs, rolling them in her fingers as she looks up at you with sparkling eyes.
“These feel so full… so heavy. You must have been aching the entire shoot, huh? Thinking about us while you posed?”
“I love how it twitches every time I kiss it… like it’s begging for our mouths already.” Jiheon leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your shaft, her warm breath soaking through the thin material. The thin fabric has already darkened from their licks and kisses, and your cock grows impossibly harder against the escapable restraints, begging to be released, begging to be caressed.
Their hands grow bolder. Chaeyoung hooks her fingers into the waistband and slowly peels the briefs down, letting your cock spring free. It slaps heavily against her cheek with a soft, meaty sound, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Both girls let out soft, needy moans at the sight.
“God… it’s even better than I imagined,” Jiheon breathes, eyes wide with hunger. “So thick… so veiny… look how it’s throbbing for us.”
Chaeyoung wraps both hands around your shaft, giving it a slow, twisting pump from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum all over the head. “Fuck… it’s so warm and heavy in my hands,” she whispers, stroking you slowly with a suffocating force. “I can feel every vein… every pulse. You’re going to ruin our mouths with this cock, aren’t you?”
The both of them keep working you with their hands and mouths, stroking and twisting, licking the sides, kissing the head, rubbing their soft cheeks and lips along every inch while moaning softly. It’s as if you’re an undiscovered treasure, for them to trace, for them to map every inch of your meaty terrain.
Jiheon pumps you with one hand while her other gently massages your balls, rolling them tenderly. “These feel so full… I bet you have so much cum for us,” she purrs, leaning in to drag her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip. Chaeyoung joins her, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they lick and kiss along your shaft. The wet, slick sounds of their tongues fill the room, growing steadily louder as their movements become more eager.
You can’t help the low, involuntary groan that escapes your throat. Your hips twitch forward, and both girls moan in response, clearly loving your reaction.
“Listen to that sound,” Chaeyoung whispers, wrapping her hands around you, pumping you faster, her hand twisting on every upstroke. “He’s starting to lose it already.”
Jiheon takes your cock from Chaeyoung’s hands and looks up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, stroking you firmly. “You’re getting so much harder… so much thicker in my hand. Does it feel good when we worship your cock like this?”
You barely manage a nod, sinking into the pleasure their hands provide. They keep doing this for agonising minutes:
Pump, lick, twist.
Squeeze, kiss, rub.
Repeating the cycle over and over again, slowly increasing the intensity, letting the wet, lewd sounds grow louder and faster. Only when your breathing turns ragged and your cock drips with their saliva and your pre-cum do they finally move in for the real thing.
You’ve never noticed, but Taejun has already undressed entirely. He’s standing by the side, stroking his cock as he revels in the sight of the two desperate sluts worshipping your cock. “Taejun…” you manage a soft grunt.
He smiles at you before standing beside Chaeyoung. “Feel good? Just relax and enjoy. If you’re worried, just think of it as a transaction, and they’re just your sex toys, like how they're treating you as theirs.”
Right as he says that, Chaeyoung immediately turns her attention to him, taking his cock into her mouth with a wet, eager gluck. She sucks him deep and sloppy, head bobbing as wet slurping sounds fill the room.
You’re not neglected.
“I want his cock first,” Jiheon says, squeezing your thick length with a confident, teasing pressure. “You can have Taejun for now.” She gives you the sweetest devilish smile you've ever seen, before taking you into her mouth, sucking your tip sloppily as her tongue twirls in perfect circles. Despite plunging her throat onto Taejun’s cock, Chaeyoung’s hand remains on your cock, stroking you continuously while Jiheon licks and slurps on the exposed upper part of your cock. They work you and Taejun together, hands and mouths never stopping as the room fills with louder, wetter sounds of slurps, glucks, and schlicks, head bobbing eagerly, hands pumping into a blur, moans vibrating around your cocks.
You’re fully caught now — embarrassed and reluctant, but unable to deny how intensely good it feels. Your face contorts in pleasure despite yourself. Their strokes are soft yet firm, sending sparks of heat up your spine. You let out a low, involuntary grunt, hips twitching forward.
“Don’t be shy,” Jiheon whispers, looking up at you with a seductive, satisfied smile, her breath hot against your bulge. “Just focus on me.” She dives back down and stuffs you back into her mouth.
“Mhmm… you taste so fucking good… your cock is perfect… so big and hard for me… I love how it fills my mouth…” Jiheon moans.
Chaeyoung continues sucking Taejun sloppy and deep beside you, the wet glucking sounds mixing with her muffled moans. Her hands have already left your cock at this point, twisting around Taejun’s shaft as she bobs desperately on his tip. You’re both a groaning mess as both girls work your cocks at the same time, devouring the sweet nectar that leaks copiously from your slits.
You can’t help but relax slightly at the obscene sight, breathing growing heavier, a reluctant groan escaping your throat.
Jiheon pulls off your cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her plump lips to the glistening head.
“Switch,” she says to Chaeyoung with a wicked grin.
Chaeyoung releases Taejun and moves to you. She takes your cock into her mouth eagerly, sucking you deeper than Jiheon did, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside as she hums in pleasure.
“Fuck… your cock is so thick,” she moans around you, the vibrations traveling straight through your shaft. “Feels so good in my mouth… I love how it stretches my lips… so heavy on my tongue…”
Chaeyoung sucks you differently as compared to Jiheon. She’s more aggressive, but she doesn’t just mindlessly jam her head onto you. Each plunge is coupled with an exaggerated slight twist of her head, which doesn’t seem much to a bystander, but it enables you to fill and push deeper into her throat. Your throat runs dry as your entire length penetrates Chaeyoung’s warm tunnel over and over again, her throat muscles working around your length relentlessly.
To the side, Jiheon takes Taejun into her mouth, filling it full with something once again, sucking him with equal enthusiasm while occasionally glancing over at you with lust-filled eyes. She pulls off Taejun every few bobs, smacking his cock on her lips, spreading her saliva and his juices all over her lips, making it glossy and shiny before taking him back in with another playful grin. The girls keep praising both of you as they switch again and again, their voices dripping with seduction.
“Your cock is one of the best we’ve had,” Chaeyoung murmurs, stroking you with both hands while licking the underside. “So big… so hard… Makes me wanna see you use it on us.”
Jiheon nods, lips stretched around Taejun’s cock before pulling off to speak.
“Your body too… so toned… so fucking hot. We’re lucky today.”
To make you feel more at ease, Taejun gives a calm instruction.
“Let both of them take care of you at the same time.”
Jiheon and Chaeyoung immediately move together. They kneel side by side in front of you, tongues out, lips pressing against opposite sides of your cock. They slide up and down together, sandwiching your thick shaft between their soft, wet mouths, slurping and licking from base to tip in perfect sync.
The sensation is overwhelming. You let out a deep, guttural groan, your hand instinctively moving to the back of both their heads.
“Shit…” you grunt. “That feels… too fucking good.”
The girls moan around your cock as they continue their sloppy, double blowjob. Their tongues swirl as their lips suck, and spit drips down your shaft and balls while their mouths fight over juices leaking out of your head.
Chaeyoung pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock as she strokes you fast with both hands, twisting on every upstroke. You’re throbbing hard, hips twitching as the pleasure builds.
Jiheon looks up at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes, lips stretched around the side of your cock. “Don’t cum yet,” she begs softly, voice husky and pleading. “We’re not done worshipping this perfect cock… hold it for us a little longer.”
“Yeah… let us enjoy you. Your cock feels so fucking good in our mouths… we want to make it even wetter… even harder before you give us all your cum.”
The girls don’t give you any time to recover. They stand up and move to the couch right in the middle of the room, Jiheon grabbing your hand and pulling you along. Moving in practiced coordination, Chaeyoung climbs on all fours on the couch, ass up and back arched deeply. Taejun steps behind her without a word, lines up, and sinks his cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. Chaeyoung moans loudly, pushing back to take him deeper.
Jiheon nudges you onto the couch as well, asking you to kneel right in front of the Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung looks at your cock with sex-drunk eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. When you’re in position, Jiheon takes her place behind you and drops to her knees. She places her hands on your ass and spreads your cheeks. Before you can react, her warm, wet tongue presses flat against your rim.
“Fuck—” you grunt, body jerking forward at the sudden, filthy sensation, your upright throbbing erection splitting apart Chaeyoung’s lips. Chaeyoung takes you in greedily as Taejun fucks into her, hands propped onto the sofa, fingers gripping the cushion tight as she revels in the pleasure of being filled on both ends.
“Relax… let her eat your ass while I take care of this pretty cock,” Chaeyoung purrs as she pulls you out of her mouth, looking up at you with her wicked, lust-drunk eyes. She leans forward and opens her mouth again, taking you back into the depths of her throat in one smooth motion as Taejun continues to pound into her from behind. Every hard thrust from Taejun pushes her forward, forcing more of your cock down her throat, gagging her deep and hard as saliva leaks from the edges of her mouth, running down her string, swinging everywhere erratically.
Jiheon moans softly as she licks and draws slow, broad circles around your tight hole, her tongue teasing and pressing around it with wet, filthy sounds. The feeling is intense and overwhelming — warm, slippery, and deeply humiliating in the best-worst way. Every circle she draws your muscles relax and your puckered hole opens, allowing her to plunge her tongue deeper into your ass.
“Fuck Jiheon… it feels so weird, but it’s so good…” you grunt in pleasure.
The contrast is devastating.
Jiheon’s tongue works relentlessly behind you while Chaeyoung’s mouth sucks you sloppy and deep in front. Pornographic sounds fill the room: Taejun’s hips slapping against Chaeyoung’s ass, her gagging moans around your cock, and Jiheon’s soft, hungry hums as she rims you.
Taejun groans, gripping Chaeyoung’s hips tighter as he fucks her harder.
“She’s getting so tight,” he mutters. “Gonna fill her up soon.”
“Yes—fuck me harder—please—I love getting filled—on both ends like this—” Chaeyoung pulls off your cock just long enough to gasp. “Fuck—both your cocks—so thick—so fat—so full—fuck”
Jiheon doesn’t stop rimming you for a second, her tongue plunging deep in, as if trying to push you over the edge. Her fingers are now deep inside her own pussy, plunging fast and hard, and her own juices are dripping incessantly onto the couch beneath. Every moan she makes sends shivers up your spine. You’re shaking now, hands clenched at your sides, trying desperately not to lose control too fast. The dual sensation is almost too much.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—” Jiheon moans, her hand now a blur as she jams her fingers in and out of her cunt, desperately chasing her high. Right as she shatters, Chaeyoung shivers and shakes around your cock, screaming around your cock as she crosses the edge as well. Both of them cum at the same time, unleashing waves after waves of hot juices everywhere.
Taejun doesn’t stop pumping throughout Chaeyoung’s orgasm, his pace turning brutal as he chases after his own orgasm. He slams into Chaeyoung with deep, powerful strokes until he buries himself to the hilt and groans loudly.
“Take it—”
Chaeyoung moans loudly around your cock, still convulsing from the sensitivity as Taejun pumps rope after rope of cum deep inside her. You can see her body shudder and shake as she gets filled to the brim.
The moment Taejun finishes and pulls out, Chaeyoung pulls off your cock with a wet pop, breathing hard, cum already starting to leak down her thighs. Jiheon finally moves from behind you, pushing you onto the couch. The two girls kneel between your legs, looking at your cock with messy, flushed faces.
“Your turn,” Jiheon purrs. “Cum on our faces. Paint our pretty faces white.”
“Fuck—make us prettier, please.” Chaeyoung strokes you fast with one hand, joining Jiheon’s hands as they twist on every upstroke. Their mouths open wide on your tip, eyes locked on yours as they wait for your blessing.
You can’t hold back anymore.
With a deep, broken groan, you explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across their pretty faces, streaking their cheeks, nose, lips, and tongue. They moan in pleasure, taking every pulse like it’s a gift as they keep pumping you through it, milking out every last drop until you’re completely spent, chest heaving, legs shaking.
The room falls into heavy, satisfied silence for a moment, only broken by the ragged breathing and the faint sound of cum dripping.
Then the door to the private room clicks open.
Ms Shin — the same sharp-eyed woman from the interview — walks in calmly, still dressed in her crisp business attire.
“Yuna,” Taejun grunts, giving her a nod of acknowledgement.
She reciprocates his greeting and turns to look at you and the two girls. She doesn’t look surprised at the scene in front of her: two girls on their knees with cum on their faces and leaking from one of their pussies, you standing there spent and breathing hard.
She scans the room with a cool, appraising gaze, then looks directly at you.
“Not bad for your first payment,” she says professionally but with a hint of approval. “Your stamina and responsiveness are acceptable. The girls seem satisfied.”
She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking over to their cum covered faces.
“Hi Yuna~ he’s awesome~” Jiheon praises with a wide smile.
“I want a session with him soon already,” Chaeyoung adds on sultrily. “I wonder how his cock will feel like inside me, stretching me wide.”
Jiheon giggles and pulls Chaeyoung in for a kiss, them both moaning into each other as they lick your cum off each other’s faces. Yuna stands there and pens down notes, appreciating the snowballing that's happening between Jiheon’s and Chaeyoung’s lips. When they're finally done, they turn to look at you, showing your cum in their mouths before they swallow it down with an exaggerated gulp.
“Tasty~” Jiheon licks her lips in satisfaction.
“We’ll review the footage and let you know how your performance will affect your benefits,” Yuna cuts in. “For now… clean up and rest. We’ll contact you soon.”
Yuna gives Taejun one last nod, then turns and leaves the room as quietly as she entered, the door clicking shut behind her.
Taejun, who had been quietly putting his clothes back on, glances at you. “That was Yuna, or who you know as Ms Shin,” he says, buttoning his shirt.
“Who exactly is she?” you ask, grunting as the girls take your cock back into their mouths, sucking and lick the remaining cum off.
“She’s one of the top models in the company and also sits on the executive side. These days she mostly works as a consultant and talent evaluator, but she still takes on select modeling jobs when the campaign is important enough.”
“J-Jiheon, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get hard again…” you plead.
“Hehehe~ you’re so cute,” she says, letting out a dreamy little sigh. “What makes you think I'm not?”
“Stop teasing him already, Heonnie,” Taejun says.
“Alright~” Jiheon murmurs, wiping a thumb across her lip as she lets your ‘cleaned’ cock go. “But really, Yuna-unnie is seriously amazing. You may not have seen her works before, but she's sexy as hell on camera. The fact that she came in herself… that’s a really good sign.”
Chaeyoung nodded, licking the corner of her mouth with a satisfied grin. “Yeah. She doesn’t bother showing up for just anyone. You must have done something right, Minjae. Yuna-unnie’s standards are insanely high.”
You barely manage a weak nod, still trying to process everything. Your body feels heavy and your mind even heavier.
Fully dressed, Taejun gives you a small reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Clean up and rest for now. Someone will contact you soon about the next steps.”
This is only the first real payment.
And you already know it won’t be the last.
———
After a quick shower in the connected bathroom (just really how well-thought the entire set is), you change back into your normal clothes in the quiet changing room. Taejun and the two beautiful girls seem to have left when you were showering, and the private lounge sits empty now, cold and deserted, a stark contrast from the luxurious haze of sex earlier.
You finally pull out your phone.
The screen lights up with a flood of notifications.
41 missed calls.
14 new messages.
All from Karina.
Your heart drops. Whatever it is, it must be urgent. You swallow hard and tap her name, calling her back. She picks up almost immediately.
“Master! Where have you been?!” Karina exclaims worriedly. “I've been calling you non-stop for hours!”
“I'm sorry,” you say hoarsely. “I was at the photoshoot, working on my first assignment. It ran… longer than expected and I had to have my phone on silent the whole time.”
There’s a short, heavy pause.
“…Photoshoot?” Karina repeats, suspicion creeping into her tone. “Aren’t you just an assistant? It shouldn’t take that long. And why do you sound like that? You sound exhausted.”
“I’m just tired,” you mutter.
“What the hell is going on?” she fires back, sharper now. “I know how LA works, Master. Your lies aren’t going to work on me. Tell me the truth.”
You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone until your knuckles turn white.
You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone.
“I… was working as a lingerie model.”
Silence.
Then Karina lets out a disbelieving laugh.
“…Lingerie model? You? Minjae, that’s impossible. You’re joking, right? At LA?”
“I’m not joking,” you say quietly, leaning back against the wall of the changing room. “They needed a male model for a couple’s lingerie line.”
Another long silence. You can practically hear her mind racing.
“That doesn’t even sound like you,” she finally says, clearly stunned from the revelation. “We both thought you’d just be an assistant or something behind the scenes… How did this even happen?”
You close your eyes. Flashes from the private lounge hit you again — Jiheon’s tongue behind you, Chaeyoung gagging on your cock while Taejun fucked her, your cum on their faces, Yuna walking in like it was routine.
“I’m fine,” you lie. “Apparently I didn't read the contract carefully, and I’m hired as a lingerie model…”
“…Alright,” Karina exhales slowly, clearly trying to process it. You sense a sharp tone of discomfort and anger from her voice. “We’ll talk about this properly when I see you in person. I need to understand what’s really going on.”
“Anyway, what was that about knowing how Lumina works?” you ask.
She pauses for a moment before changing the subject, her tone shifting to something more urgent.
“Anyway, have you seen what I sent you? It's the link for the magazine shoot last week at NOVATION. Participants get early access before the actual release the next day.”
You frown. “No… I haven’t checked anything yet. I’ve been busy all day, and I called you straight after seeing all the missed calls.”
“Just go see it right now, Master. You need to find Gaeul as soon as possible.” Karina says with a serious and insistent tone.
Before you can ask her why, she ends the call abruptly, leaving you standing alone in the changing room, phone still pressed to your ear and a knot tightening in your stomach. You open the messaging app with unsteady fingers and tap on the link Karina sent.
———
You push open the door to Gaeul’s dorm quietly and step inside. The living room is dark and empty.
“Gaeul?” you call out softly.
No answer.
You turn your head and look around the room and it’s mostly dark, except for the faint glow that spills from the direction of her bedroom. You walk towards it and gently push the door open.
“Gaeul…?”
She’s sitting on her bed, knees tucked tightly to her chest, arms wrapped around her shins. She isn’t crying — not yet at least — but the sadness on her face is unmistakable. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her shoulders are slumped. Beside her, her laptop is open, the screen showing the early draft of the NOVATION magazine spread.
You walk over without a word and climb onto the bed, sitting right beside her. Your eyes fall to the screen. You tap on the arrow keys, scrolling through the file, relooking what you saw on your phone earlier.
Her photos are small.
Tucked away in the least prominent corners of the pages. Barely noticeable. In stark contrast, Yujin’s shots dominate the cover and have a full dedicated section. Sullyoon’s are given generous spreads with elegant styling and prominent placement. Gaeul’s images feel like an afterthought.
You swallow the lump in your throat.
“These are really pretty, Gaeul,” you say gently, trying to sound sincere. “The lighting on this one… it really brings out your eyes. And this pose — you look beautiful.”
She doesn’t respond at first. Then her lower lip trembles.
“…Am I nothing compared to them?” she whispers. “Yujin and Sullyoon… they’re on the cover. They have whole sections. Mine are just… shoved in the corner like they don’t even matter.”
The tears she’d been holding back finally spill out.
You don’t hesitate. You pull her into your arms, wrapping her tightly against your chest. She buries her face in your shirt and starts sobbing quietly, her body shaking with each breath.
You hold her close, one hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. The guilt in your chest burns hotter than ever. You know exactly why her photos got this treatment, but yet you can’t tell her.
When her sobs finally start to quiet into soft hiccups, she pulls back to speak.
“I… I called Yujin earlier. And Director Oh,” she sniffles. “They both said there’s nothing they can do. It’s all up to the magazine designer… or whoever decides the layout. They told me it’s normal for new faces to get smaller spots at first.”
She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “But… isn’t Sullyoon new too?” Fresh tears spill out again as she looks up at you with that heartbreaking vulnerability.
“I thought… maybe if I worked hard enough, I could at least stand beside them. But I guess I’m still too far behind…”
You hold her a little tighter, saying nothing.
Because what could you possibly say?
———
A/N #2: In case you didn't realise, this is tied to Viscosity Index's timeline~
As usual, your favourite character!
Gaeul
Yujin
Winter
Karina
Sullyoon
Sakura
Yuna
Jiheon
Chaeyoung
Jihoon
Minjae
Taejun
