"Ugh! Finally done!"
Beyond the screen, countless folders spilled out.
Thousands of porn videos, neatly sorted by tags and codes.
The top folder was named Straightforward.
Just your typical male instinct, nothing special.
Truth be told, the folder name didn't matter.
What counted was the pure desire packed inside.
The real meat of it all.
'Hmm. Let's see... about 5TB?'
The external hard drive was stuffed to the brim with premium picks.
Carefully curated lineup of my favorite actresses and top works.
'With this drive, I've got jerk-off material for life.'
I grabbed three tissues and prepped for a tasting session.
Work was done for the day—couldn't just skip this.
Pants down in no time, and I hit play on a video.
The inaugural run of the Straightforward folder was about to begin.
—Ziiing
Sudden vibration shattered the mood.
Phone buzzing at the worst possible timing.
Who the hell had no sense of timing like this?
Furrowing my brow, I checked the caller. Unknown number.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Hello. This is Evelyn Studio.]
"What the hell?"
Studio? Some adult site spam ad, probably.
I deleted it without a second thought.
But the phone vibrated again right away.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Impulse toward reproduction.] [Beastly virility.] [Insatiable lust.] [Congratulations.] [You have been selected as an exclusive actor for Evelyn Studio.]
'Actor? What bullshit is this?'
Full of incomprehensible crap.
New scam tactic, probably.
Hit delete again.
But it wouldn't delete.
Just spat out a new message.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Video planning and shooting will begin based on your data.] [Please remain calm and cooperate as guided.] [Shooting compensation will be provided as a separate item. Check your home mailbox upon receipt.] [Transmitting first shooting script.]
At that moment, some bizarre entity materialized before my eyes.
It looked just like a game interface, structured in neat rows.
⚔ SHOOTING SCRIPT ⚔
Main Concept: ChikanDetail: Humiliating Outdoor Training TeaseMale Actor: Kang Min-hyukFemale Actor: Choi A-ranLocation: Seoul Station Subway Line 1Time: Tonight 23:15Ref Material: SDFM-014Progress: 0%Completion: 0%
'Am I... seeing things?'
The sight was so surreal it felt like a dream.
I reached out, but my fingers passed right through.
How the hell was I supposed to process this madness?
Not a dream, surely.
Rubbed my eyes hard, but nothing changed.
'What... the fuck?'
My mind went blank.
The raging lust evaporated into thin air.
I pulled up my pants and sank into thought.
They say cases of early-onset dementia and schizophrenia are spiking lately.
Maybe something was wrong with my brain.
As anxiety crept in—
—Ziiing
Phone vibrated again with a new message.
A mix of dread and curiosity as I checked it.
This time, not text—a photo.
👤 ACTOR PROFILE 👤
Choi A-ran / 23 years old
The photo attached to the name showed a woman in her prime.
Tight business suit, straight hair draped to the side.
She had that haughty office worker vibe.
Yet her voluptuous curves shone through the fabric.
Hips straining the H-line skirt, sleek thighs stretching below.
And through the taut white blouse, the shadow of lacy lingerie peeked teasingly.
"...Oh, fuck yeah."
A perfect bitch in heat.
No—this wasn't a woman; she was pure female animal.
That sensual body had evolved solely to tempt males.
'Goddamn, she's fuckable as hell.'
Crude as it was, no other words fit.
A body that whetted the appetite, sultry and ripe.
She'd hold her own against any pro porn star.
For a split second, I hoped this wasn't a dream.
Some thrilling premonition stirred.
The chance to ravage this prime piece however I wanted.
But I snapped out of it, shaking my head vigorously.
No way. This didn't add up.
Common sense said it was impossible.
Yeah, two straight days sorting folders must've fried my brain.
Sleep it off, and it'd be fine.
I shoved the thoughts aside, escaping into denial.
Hell, I hadn't slept in two days—exhausted.
"Alright. Crash hard and wake up fresh."
Muttering to myself, I hit the bed. Fatigue crashed over me.
I didn't fight the pull of sleep.
Eyes closed, consciousness faded.
The world went black in silence.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
How much time passed?
Suddenly, an alarm pierced my rest.
Not my phone's tone—something like repeating chimes.
—Ding! Ding! Ding!
"Shit. What now?"
Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I hunted the source.
No need to look far.
It was right in front of me, plain as day.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Shooting will begin shortly.] [Hurry to the shooting location.] • Location: Seoul Subway Line 1 • Time: Tonight 23:15 [Failure to comply breaches contract. Exclusive actor status revoked immediately.]
"..."
Not a hallucination after all.
The entity from before sleep still hovered.
Nagging me to get to the shoot already.
I checked my phone. Just past 10 PM.
If this was real, time was tight.
An inexplicable urgency surged.
'Fuck it. Play crazy and check it out?'
Should probably see a shrink first, but a spark of defiance—and curiosity—flickered.
Especially after seeing Choi A-ran's profile.
'Sigh. Fine. Get some air, go take a look.'
No real loss, right?
Just head to the subway and confirm.
Checked the time again, geared up quick.
My heart started pounding faster.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
Seoul Station Exit 3.
Arrived at the spot, and a pink line shimmered into view.
Followed it through the crowd to the platform just as Line 1 pulled in.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Shooting will begin shortly.] [Perform your role according to the scenario.] • Ref Material: SDFM-014
Sure enough, the familiar hologram blocked my view.
Miraculous no matter how many times I saw it.
'No time to gawk.'
Hopped on Line 1, scanned the car.
Comparing to the photo, hunting the target.
After a long search, one silhouette caught my eye.
A woman standing tall, gripping the overhead handle.
Her curves screamed sex even at a glance.
Outfit and vibe matched the photo's Choi A-ran perfectly.
Tight suit lines hugging her, contrasting creamy skin.
Black enamel heels evoking the working woman archetype.
She turned her face, and certainty hit.
'...Fuck. For real?'
No doubt after cross-checking the photo.
Cool eyes, neatly groomed brows.
Plump lips pursed, faint beauty mark beside.
Undeniably the same woman.
'This... was legit?'
As shock set in, the stationary train lurched forward.
A new hologram appeared in my peripheral.
⚡ SHOOTING IN PROGRESS ⚡• Running: ■□□□□
A long gauge began filling, agonizingly slow.
Shooting had apparently kicked off.
Naturally, my mind flashed to the reference: SDFM-014.
SDFM's storied label for molester flicks.
014 was infamous for teasing an office lady on the subway.
The setup felt eerily similar.
'No way it follows the exact script?'
In the video, the perv sneaks up behind, slyly grinding her crotch.
Now I was the perv—time to grind up close.
But I couldn't risk actual assault on flimsy grounds.
Decided to stand nearby and observe first.
'Mm. Body's straight fire.'
A physique rarer than rare in real life.
The dream girl from videos only.
Up close, the impact hit hard.
Faint shampoo scent tickled my nose.
Wanted to bury my face in that creamy flesh and inhale deep.
Lost in fantasy, she suddenly turned and met my gaze.
Caught off guard, I couldn't look away.
Did she feel the sticky stare?
But her reaction was... off.
Expected sharp glare or words.
Instead, cheeks flushed pink, head dipped low.
Then, as if aware of me, she subtly smoothed her skirt, toyed with her hair.
'...Hold up. No fucking way?'
Come to think of it, SDFM-014's actress had that vibe.
More proactive than other series.
Acclaimed for her zealous performance, like she loved the teasing.
Made sense in context.
The cold office lady secretly craving a molester.
If true, a once-in-a-lifetime shot.
I edged closer, calmly now, grabbing the handle beside her.
Shoulder to shoulder.
She flinched at the sudden proximity, head whipping aside.
But no dodge, no disgust. Curious reaction.
'This response? Very promising.'
Car nearly empty: one passed-out drunk uncle, one sleeping grandma.
Perfect setup for a test.
Pretended to stumble, brushed her shoulder.
She jolted like struck by lightning.
Pure reaction, belying her sharp features.
'Hmm. Push a bit more?'
Glanced around—no watchers.
CCTV sported a big "OUT OF ORDER" sticker.
Like the universe prepped this moment.
Bolstered, I pressed my shoulder fully against hers.
Felt her subtle glance.
Gauging my intent, probably.
I stared straight ahead, playing dumb.
Shifted weight, rubbing shoulders lightly.
Her response came quick.
Choi A-ran, face beet red, breathing ragged with excitement.
Eyes gleamed with subtle hunger.
Zero resistance sealed it from doubt to certainty.
No pushback to such blatant contact.
Even the stagnant completion ticked up.
⚔ STATUS UPDATE ⚔Running: ■■□□□Progress: 21%Completion: 2%
Her reactions, the circumstances—it all pointed to one conclusion.
Time to get aggressive with her.
Yeah.
This was heaven-sent, a golden opportunity.