The studio lights felt hotter now, like they were pressing down on Koo’s skin. Sweat beaded between her breasts, trickling slow paths down the soft swell of her belly. The last outfit—a sheer black bodysuit with nothing underneath—had already been peeled off and tossed onto the rack. She stood there in just the tiniest lace scraps left from the earlier sets, chest heaving, thighs slick.

Tae cleared his throat, voice coming out rougher than he intended. He stepped closer, clipboard in hand like it was some kind of shield, but his eyes were locked on the way her nipples poked against the lace bra.

“Next part of the shoot,” he said, casual as anything, like he wasn’t rock-hard and leaking in his jeans. “We’re doing some artistic nudes. You’ll hold the lingerie pieces—bra in one hand, thong in the other. Covers the important bits for the shot, but… shows everything else.”

Koo’s breath caught. A sharp little gasp that made her tits jiggle. Between her legs, her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of wetness soaking the already-damp thong. Naked. On camera. Again. After all these years of being locked away like Bohyun’s private toy.

She swallowed, voice small but trembling with something dark and needy. “Did… did my husband say that was okay?”

Tae met her eyes, steady. Lying through his teeth without blinking. “Of course. He told me to oversee everything. Every instruction comes straight from him. He wants this campaign to be huge. Said you’re the only one who can sell it right.”

Koo’s cheeks burned crimson. She bit her lower lip, hard enough that it went white, then nodded once. Slow. Shy. But her nipples were diamond-hard under the lace, and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air now—sweet, musky, impossible to ignore.

Namjoon behind the camera coughed once, adjusted a light like he hadn’t heard a thing. But Tae saw the way his friend’s hands shook just a little.

“Strip for us first,” Tae said, voice dropping lower. “Slow. Seductive. We’ll get some shots of the reveal too. Makes the whole thing feel… authentic.”

Koo exhaled shakily. Her fingers went to the clasp of the bra.

She popped it open with a soft click. The lace cups fell forward, but she caught them quick with one arm crossed over her chest—fat, heavy tits spilling over her forearm, the undersides soft and round and begging to be grabbed. She let the bra slide down one shoulder, then the other, teasing. The straps caught on her elbows for a second before she let it drop completely.

Her breasts bounced free. Big. Full. Dark pink nipples stiff and pointing right at him like they were aching for a mouth. Tae’s cock jerked violently in his pants. He had to grip the edge of the prop table to keep from groaning out loud.

Koo’s other hand drifted down, hooking into the sides of her thong. She shimmied her hips—slow, deliberate—working the tiny scrap down her thick thighs. The lace peeled away from her pussy with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet studio. For one filthy second, Tae got a full view: plump, puffy outer lips glistening, inner folds dark pink and swollen, clit peeking out fat and shiny with her slick.

His dick throbbed so hard it hurt.

She stepped out of the thong, kicking it aside. Then both hands flew to cover herself—one palm cupping her mound, fingers splayed over her dripping slit, the other arm banded across her tits, barely containing the overflow.

“Like this?” she whispered, voice wrecked.

Tae nodded, throat tight. “Perfect. Now turn.”

She did. Slowly. Ass presented—round, thick, cheeks jiggling just a little as she shifted her weight. The dimples at the base of her spine, the way her waist dipped in before flaring out into that obscene heart shape. Tae stepped behind her, pretending to adjust the lighting, but really just drinking her in. He could see the wetness shining on her inner thighs.

“Arch,” he murmured. “Push it out.”

She did. Back curving, ass popping higher. Namjoon’s camera clicked in rapid bursts.

Koo was shaking now—tiny tremors running through her legs. Her hand between her thighs pressed harder, fingers slipping just enough that Tae caught the glint of her arousal coating them.

“Turn back,” Tae said.

She faced him again, flushed from her chest to her hairline.

“Drop your hands,” he told her. “Hold the bra in one, thong in the other. Let us see you.”

Koo hesitated. Eyes wide. “Is… is that necessary?”

Tae leaned in closer—close enough she could feel the heat off his body. “This is the money shot, Koo. The brand wants raw. Real. It’ll bring in millions for the agency. For Bohyun. He wants it.”

She swallowed hard. Then—slow, trembling—she lowered her arms.

Her tits spilled free again, bouncing once. Nipples so hard they looked painful. Between her legs, her pussy was shamelessly exposed: fat lips parted just enough to show how soaked she was, clit swollen and begging.

She picked up the discarded bra and thong, holding one in each hand like fragile weapons. Arms out slightly, body on full display.

Tae stared. Couldn’t help it. This was her—his dream girl from every late-night fantasy, every saved screenshot, every desperate stroke in his college dorm. Naked. Dripping. Posing like the shameless slut the world used to worship.

“Fuck,” he breathed, too quiet for Namjoon to hear.

Then louder: “Good. Now—chin up. Arch your back. Push those tits out. Yeah… like that. Spread your legs a little wider. Let the camera see how wet you are.”

She obeyed every word. Legs parting. Hips tilting forward so her pussy lips opened more. One hand lifted the bra like an offering, the other dangling the thong. She looked obscene. Beautiful. Ruined already and they hadn’t even touched her properly yet.

Tae stepped in for “adjustments.” First pose: her leaning back against the white wall, one leg bent, knee up. He reached out, fingers grazing the underside of her breast—supposedly to lift it for the light. His thumb brushed her nipple. She whimpered.

Next: on her knees, ass up again, looking back. He knelt behind her, “fixing” the angle of her hips. His palm slid over one cheek, squeezing. Then lower—fingers dragging along her slit, collecting her wetness. She moaned outright this time, hips jerking.

“Sorry,” he lied. “Just getting the pose right.”

He kept going. Every instruction filthier. Every touch longer. Tweaking her nipples until they were red and throbbing. Tracing her pussy lips, dipping just the tip of one finger inside her heat before pulling away. She was a mess—slick running down her thighs, breath coming in short, desperate pants.

After a dozen more shots, Tae stepped back. Hands shaking now.

Then—he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Koo’s eyes flew wide. “What… what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just kept going—shirt off, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the cut of his abs, the deep V disappearing into his jeans. Then the zipper. He shoved them down with his boxers in one rough motion.

His cock sprang free—thick, veined, flushed dark at the head, already leaking precum in a fat bead. Long enough to make her breath hitch again.

Koo stared. Flushed deeper. Thighs pressing together instinctively like she could hide how much she wanted it.

Tae smirked—slow, dangerous. He walked behind her, bare skin brushing hers. His cock nudged the small of her back, hot and heavy.

“We’re doing a duo shoot now,” he murmured against her ear, voice wrecked with want. “Just you and me.”

Her whole body shuddered.

The camera kept clicking.