Chapter 96

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I searched for videos on the internet while wondering how to tie it, and there were quite a few hairstyles. If you let it down, it would be long enough to reach the middle of my back, so I thought I could tie it in any way I wanted, but it seemed like it would be difficult to do alone, so I tied it in the way that seemed easiest.

It's called a down ponytail, and since you just tie it once and arrange it with your hands, it's not particularly difficult, and unlike an up ponytail, you don't need to do any more to keep it from falling down. Just by adding a little volume to the back of your head, it can be tied really naturally.

My neck feels incredibly cool when I put my hair tied up in a voluminous way behind me. It doesn't sway back and forth, so I think it would definitely be easier to move my head left and right. It would be good to tie up my hair in the summer.

"excuse me…."

"yes?"

"Excuse me, what is your name?"

"…Yes? Kim Hee-yeon."

After tying up my hair and going to a cafe to drink some sweet hot chocolate, a man sitting nearby approached me and spoke to me.

He suddenly asked me my name, so I was confused, but when I told him my name, he immediately took out his phone. What on earth is he doing?

"Uh… that's strange. Aren't you a model?"

"Huh? Ah~"

I understand why you did this. You must have searched the internet because you thought I was a model.

It's funny that I'm saying this, but it makes sense. With a body that's over 170 cm tall, arms and legs stretched out, a body proportion of 9 heads, and an H-cup chest... Honestly, it's strange that she doesn't model with this body.

… If you think about it, can't you make money as a model? And that too easily?

I don't look down on modeling, but... while other jobs require experience, modeling seems like something you can start doing right away.

In the end, you won't be able to do it because you don't have an ID. You may be able to model without an ID, but you won't be able to sign contracts.

I didn't know that not registering my identity would be this difficult.

"No, I'm not a model."

"Really? Wow, you're really pretty… Excuse me, can I take just one picture?"

"yes?"

"No, honestly, you know what's pretty? It's like when you see a work of art, you want to take a picture of it and stuff."

What the heck, this guy… is kind of funny. It's not that he has evil intentions, but he's just so damn handsome that can tell that he wanted to take a picture of me.

The people around us were also glancing around with interest, as if they were listening to our conversation.

I felt a vibration and glanced at my phone. I saw that the man was texting me asking where I was. I wrote down the name of the cafe and the location and sent it to him. Then I spoke to the man who was holding his phone in front of him and waiting for my answer.

"Well, the photos are okay… but do I have to do something like poses?"

"Oh, really? Wow… thank you so much. The pose is… whatever you want?"

After thinking for a moment, I half-lying down on the sofa I was sitting on, stretching my long legs out in front of me and placing them on the table. My skirt went up slightly, so I pulled it down with one hand and leaned the other hand on the armrest, and as I kept my head up and still, the man exclaimed in admiration and started taking pictures with his cell phone.

About three? After taking pictures from slightly different angles, he hands me his phone. There was no ulterior motive behind this behavior, and I really just wanted to take pictures. It seemed like he was checking to see if anything was strange, so I lightly smiled and checked my phone.

It came out pretty well. The cafe lights gave off a warm feeling, and the cafe's unique slightly melting atmosphere was well captured in the photo. Isn't it pretty talented to be able to take a picture like this with just a cell phone? Or is it just that the model is good?

When I returned the phone, the man suddenly bowed his head. He said he was truly grateful and sat down next to me naturally and talked to me.

"How old are you?"

"Yes? Why your age?"

"I'm not sure about your age… You seem mature, but also cute. Are you mature yet cute? Early twenties? Late twenties?"

When I show him the numbers 2 and 3 with my fingers, he laughs strangely. What is it? I don't know what kind of laugh he's making.

"Haven't you ever heard of modeling? If you went to Miss Korea or some modeling contest or something right now, you'd probably win."

"But doesn't that cost money to get out?"

"Entry fee? Well, I've never been in Miss Korea before, so I don't know. But no matter how much the entry fee is, it's probably less than the prize money, right? Well, I think you'll win no matter where you go."

The man who had been joking lightly suddenly took out his wallet with a serious expression and started writing his contact information on a piece of paper. Cafe, photo, cameraman? He wrote words that reminded me of this man, and then he wrote his name and phone number.

"Actually, I'm majoring in photography in college. I'm a senior now, so I was thinking about my graduation project during the vacation and traveling around here and there. When I saw you, Hee-yeon? I had a feeling... If it's okay with you, would you be a model for the photos?"

"Huh? A model?"

"Yes, I want to publish a photo book centered around models… Originally, I was planning to take photos of markets by region, but I got a feeling when I saw you coming into the cafe."

College graduation project? I also look like this, but since I majored in design, I can understand it to some extent. It's really hard to think of a graduation project, but if you publish a photo album with me as a model, you'll definitely get points. You'll also get a lot of points for hiring a model...

The problem was that I didn't really feel like it. It would be okay to just take a few pictures, but taking pictures that intensively and professionally was a bit…

As I was thinking that, the old man came into the cafe. Immediately after, he saw an unknown man sitting next to me and came closer to me, touching my head while I was sitting on the sofa. I ignored the man who was startled by the sight and got up from my seat.

The old man immediately hugs me as if he's bragging to the people around him who were glancing at him. His shoulders definitely seem broader than before, and his stomach has also gotten smaller. Before, he seemed a bit firm for his age, but now, he's like, "Huh? He's firm?"

Something, I should definitely say he got younger or healthier… They say having a lot of sex is good for dieting and beauty, is that true? But it seems a bit too much to show. If you build your body to this extent, do you think there are people in the world who go to the gym?

Wouldn't it be better to just create a sex room and have sex there?

A sex shop, huh? I might have a great business idea.

The old man let go of my body while still holding my waist with one hand. As my chest, which had been slightly compressed, pushed my body back with elasticity, I also started to think that I should go out with the old man and picked up my handbag.

"When did you come? Just now?"

"Just now, right after work. Who is this person?"

"Um… cameraman?"

"Oh, hello."

Somehow, he seems like a different person than before. Up until a while ago, he seemed natural and relaxed, but now he looks so nervous that he looks like he might break out in a cold sweat… He looks like a man who got caught cheating.

Well, even if it was during a real affair, I think the old man would have smiled and asked, "Do you want a threesome?" But, as expected, the old man would have shown a smile that seemed like a winner's smile, a smile that seemed relaxed, to someone who didn't know.

"A cameraman? Are you trying to be a model or something?"

"Oh, yes. He asked if I could model for a college graduation exhibition or something like that."

"Hmm… for free? Modeling seems easy, but it's harder than you think."

"I will pay the modeling fee with support from the university and with my own money…."

"That's right."

"Do you want to?"

I hesitate for a moment at the old man's question. Do you want to do it? Rather than saying that you particularly want to do it, it would be more correct to say that the man just approached you very naturally.

"Um… I guess I'll have to think about it. Is that something you want to do?"

"Really? Um… Did you give me your contact information?"

"Yes, I wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to you earlier."

"Then can I contact you later? I have some plans right now."

"Yes, that's fine. If you have any further thoughts, please contact me later."

Wow, I was amazed at how he treated me like an employee in an instant. Is this the power of a CEO?

As I left the cafe with my arms around her waist, and opened the passenger door, the man started to touch the back of my neck as soon as I got in the car. He parked the car in front of the cafe, so if I was not careful, I might be able to see it from outside… Instead, he touched the back of my neck as if telling me to look, and ran his hand through my lightly tied hair.

"Did you tie your hair up?"

"Yes, I tried tying it once… how was it?"

"You're sexy, Heeyeon, your neck is really pretty."

"Is there any part of my body that you don't like?"

"No, but isn't there a prettiest part?"

"oh…."

I immediately grab the hand that was holding my nape and pull it away, and I lock lips with her in the middle of the seat. In an instant, my head becomes foggy and my eyes get wet. As if there was a switch, saliva quickly gathers in my mouth and sticky heat seeps out through my clothes.

"Haa… ah, ah…."

"Peck, slap... slap."

He is so good at tongue-rolling. The old man's tongue repeatedly scrapes against the tip of his tongue, teasing it with his long tongue, and begs him to come out. When he obediently tilts his head back and sticks out his tongue, saying he will surrender, he wraps his lips around the long tongue and sucks it. Embarrassed, he puts both hands on his knees, bends his wrists upwards, and clenches his fists, and the old man tickles under his chin with his free hand.

My ears are tingling as if I've become a puppy. As I close my eyes and stick my tongue out, the old man's tongue slowly falls off, but his fingers tickling my chin don't stop, so I stay still. With my eyes closed, I stick my tongue out and raise my chin little by little, as if asking him to touch me more. I feel saliva dripping down the tip of my tongue, but his hands don't stop, so I slowly open my eyes and see the old man smiling gently and looking into my eyes as he quietly sticks his tongue out. While maintaining eye contact, I raise the hand that was tickling my chin and grab his long tongue.

"Whoa, Whoa…."

"Hee-yeon, you get excited in an instant just by kissing me."

"Whoa…."

"Do you like kissing that much?"

Is kissing good? I don't know... When I was a man, I never got this excited by kissing. What should I say? It seems like I, a woman, am really being tamed by the old man. It's not that I want to kiss, but it's more like I can't stand kissing the old man.

Could it be that she got so educated that her aversion to licking a penis completely disappeared? Maybe she felt satisfaction and pleasure from kissing just like she did from licking a penis because the old man used her mouth and tongue as he pleased…

Now that I think about it, the feeling of rejection towards calling a pussy "sexy" or "boi" has completely disappeared. That's because I always tell them to say "sexy" and "boi"… I'm saying it takes away the shame.

I'm still embarrassed, but it's definitely gone down a lot.

"Do you want to kiss other guys too?"

"Whoa, Whew."

When I shook my head and said no, the old man smiled very pleasantly. As if his possessiveness had just been satisfied, he pressed my tongue with his thumb, which was sticking out obediently, and continued to ask questions while twirling it around.

"Do you like kissing?"

Stay still and don't answer.

"Then? Don't make me kiss other men?"

"Hehe."

"Do you want to do it just with me? Does it feel good to do it with me?"

"After, hehe."

Nodding, nodding twice in a row, the man holds my tongue out and touches my chin with his fingertips. I can feel the pressure of the finger holding my tongue and a slightly salty taste.

Since the tongue is long, this is what happens… As I lifted my chin happily, the old man's hands became sticky and wet.

But strangely enough, there is no saliva-like smell. It just smells strangely sweet. It's not a metaphor, it's a real, slightly sweet smell.

Even though I thought it was abnormal, my sense of smell was immediately stimulated by that strange scent, and it made me think of sticky, sweet honey. I gulp and swallow my saliva, and my tongue wiggles.

The man took his tongue out of his hand, took out a tissue, and wiped the corner of her mouth. Perhaps because he knew she wasn't wearing makeup, he didn't worry about ruining it. He even took out water, soaked the tissue, and wiped it. He wiped the saliva that fell down and started the car.

It was only then that I remembered that I had parked my car near the cafe. As soon as we kissed, my vision became foggy and I completely forgot what was going on around me.

Why am I doing this… I really changed a lot in the short time since I met him. I remember belatedly what I said to him, and I feel so embarrassed that I can't say anything.

I don't want to kiss anyone else, I only want to kiss you…

Plus, if you nod like that, it means you don't like kissing, but you're okay with kissing the guy.

Ugh... Seriously, I feel like I'm losing my mind when I'm with you.

"Should I check if you're wearing panties?"

After hearing the old man's words, I lifted up my skirt with both hands in the moving car. I spread my legs as wide as possible while sitting on the seat so that my vagina, covered only with a single pair of pantyhose, could be seen clearly, and the old man touched my vagina with one hand while driving.

"Ah… haa."

"It's wet?"

"yes…."

As the old man said, the heat felt from above my vagina felt humid. It was amazing that it had become like this just from a kiss, but contrary to my expectation that he would continue to touch my vagina, the old man immediately took his hand off and talked while driving.

"What did you do today?"

"…I just went to the gym and worked out. Like I said yesterday."

"What are you wearing? Just like this?"

"No, I borrowed clothes and wore gym clothes."

"What kind of exercise did you do?"

"Just some simple exercise."

Oddly enough, as soon as I took my hands off the mirror, I felt sullen and answered while roughly pulling down my skirt. I didn't like the way she drove so nonchalantly.

I unconsciously stuck out my lips and spoke, and the old man smiled as if he felt something and touched the top of his leg.

"Are you upset?"

"Beep, beep, what is that?"

"Can you see or touch it?"

"eww…."

As the hand that was on top of her stocking touched her vagina again, she glared at him for a moment and then quietly spread her legs. While the man was driving with one hand, he was gently touching the space between her legs over her stocking with the other hand and gently pressing it with his fingertips, making her wet in an instant.

A deep pleasure washes over her entire body, and her legs spread apart little by little. She gently shakes her waist from side to side as a hand gently caresses her pussy that is gradually spreading apart.

"Heeyeon, why are you so cute?"

"Wh, what is it?"

"Why are you so wild and cute? You're really so cute."

"T-Tell me what… Don't say I'm cute."