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Baekjin hadn’t expected to feel like this.
Graduating was… fine. It was quiet, mostly. No big celebration or sense of relief after finishing finals like everyone seemed to have. Just a framed degree hanging upon his wall like it was a trophy, rewarding his simple understanding in learning how to shoot a clear shot with a camera.
Photography had always been the plan. It was something he was sure about for the future. It’s been a talent of his ever since his late teenage years. First it started from snapping photos of trees when he would go on walks to photoshoots at the museum. He didn’t have many friends in high school. But the few he had encouraged him that he would be a kick-ass photographer.
So, he pursued it in college. Now he’s finished with four years.
Two more to go.
Baekjin should feel complete. He has the summer break and enough time to charge. Relax. Go on vacation. Go party. Do something. Anything.
He couldn’t do it.Instead, being the overachiever he is, Baekjin chose to spend the rest of the summer building up the perfect portfolio for graduate school. Not just lay in bed and do nothing all day.
Not small landscapes, not the photos he took on his own time when he’s bored. He needs actual work. Portraits. People. Anything that could prove he could do more than stand behind a camera and wait for the perfect lighting.
Which meant he meant models. Not people to go up to on the train and ask to take a few photos of them. Not his friends. No. Models. And, apparently, they were far from easy to find.
Baekjin sat at his wooden desk, laptop open in front of him, staring at the same post he’d been refreshing for the past half hour. He made it a mission to find at least one model that was interested in the offer.
They don’t need to schedule a date and time. Just the slightest form of attention. Even a like will do it. That way he can privately message and ask if they are intrigued in his services.
He was debating on charging it for free. That’s how desperate he was.
Baekjin already put his services up on every platform he could think of. Facebook. Instagram. Hell – even Reddit. You name it. He rewrote the text more than once to make it sound more professional than casual, then somewhere in between to grab eyes.
It didn’t matter. There were no responses. No likes. Not even a single message asking for details.
He refreshed the Facebook post anyways.
Oh–shit.
Finally! The bell on the left corner finally flashed with a red circle, appearing with a “1”! He cleared his throat, leaning close to the computer as he clicked on his mouse. About time someone noticed.
LaurenSmith9304812: 𝗝 𝗨 𝗜 𝗖 𝗬 𝗪 𝗘 𝗧 𝗣 𝗨 𝗦 𝗦 𝗬 𝗜 𝗡 𝗕 𝗜 𝗢 💋💋♥️♥️
Baekjin slammed his computer.
He was ready to go wipe his face with water to remove the stress off his body until the door opened. There stood Baku in a hoodie and shorts, munching on a bag of chips.
Lucky bastard. Relaxing the whole summer with no care. It must be nice for him.
“Hey,” Baku said, poking his head in like he always did. No knocking. No nothing. Just walking in like he owns his roommate’s room with no sense of privacy. “I’m heading to the store for groceries–you want anything?
Baekjin shook his head. “No thanks.”
“Nothing?” Baku pouted. “Not even snacks? Anything?”
“I already ate,” Baekjin lied. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Just go to the store.”
Baku clearly wasn’t convinced. Not after looking at the darkness under his eyes. It’s obvious he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. He shrugged, walking in to glance over Baekjin’s shoulder. “You’ve been staring at that for a while,” Baku noted.
“I haven’t,” Baekjin mumbled.
“You have,” Baku corrected. “You look like you want to cast a spell on me for telling the truth. Get off the computer for a bit! Come with me to the store so you can take your mind off what’s bothering you. I’ll buy whatever you want for free! I promise. It’ll be on me.”
Baekjin didn’t respond. He sighed, opening his laptop and clicking onto his repost, refreshing it again unconsciously.
Baku cleared his throat. “What are you doing agai–”
For a split second, something popped up. Another notification! But this time, in his inbox messages. Okay. Maybe this time he’ll have luck.
So, he clicked on it.
AppleIphone9238235: Congratulations! You have been selected—
Baekjin shut his laptop loudly with a harsh force.
Fucking hell. He’s done with this. He’s debating on switching majors now. Perhaps those four years learning photography was a waste.
“Yikes…” Baku hissed. “That bad?”
Baekjin’s expression went flat. “It was a scam.”
Baku frowned. “Damn.”
Baekjin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I got another one not too long ago. It grabbed my attention for no reason.”
“And it was fake, huh?” Baku sighed. “That’s really rough. I’m sorry to hear that.”
Baekjin didn’t answer.
“...So. What are you even trying to do again?”
Baekjin hesitated, then sighed. “I need models. It’s for my portfolio. I’m trying to build it up for graduate school before I start the semester.”
“Oh?” Baku raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
Baekjin glanced at him. “That’s not ‘it’, Baku.”
“I mean, well… it kind of is. Y’know?” Baku shrugged. “You’re overthinking it. C’mon! You only have a few months to chillax! Don’t spend your summer worrying about stuff you have to do in grad school.
Baekjin nearly rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine. I just want to get it over with.”
“Baekjin-ah. I don’t want to see you mope around all day. You have the whole summer to get that stress away,” Baku pouted like a child. Without bothering to ask, he squeezed Baekjin’s tense shoulders, giving it a firm squeeze. “Holy shit! See what I’m talking about? Your body is stresse–”
Baekjin swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch me, please.”
“Alright, alright!” Baku whined. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to be so grouchy.”
Baekjin scoffed, opening his laptop to sign back in. “I’ve been posting ads,” he said after a while. “No one’s been responding.”
Baku tilted his head like a curious dog, thinking. Then, as if a lightbulb popped over his head, he snapped his fingers as the idea came across his mind.
Oh no.
“I just thought of something!”
Baekjin didn’t like that tone.
“What is it?”
“Actually–no. Take back what I said!” Baku exclaimed. “I just thought of a shortcut to get the attraction that you needed!”
“It’s not easy,” Baekjin muttered under his breath. He moved his chair to face him, judging him silently as he crossed his arms. “What is it?”
“You’re going about it the wrong way,” Baku began to explain. “You have to go on one of those sites! You’ll find them instantly!”
“...What sites?” Baekjin frowned.
“Come on,” Baku deadpanned, leaning casually against the side of the desk. “Those sites. Don’t play silly. You know what I’m talking about, Baekjin-ah.”
“No, I don’t.”
Baku snickered, cocking a brow at him. “Dude. Are you being serious?” he scoffed. "Come on! You can't be that oblivious!"
Baekjin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm very serious,” he replied. "Get to the point already."
“Wow,” Baku snickered, shaking his head. “Okay. That explains a lot.”
“Explain what?”
“Why you don’t have a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or whoever you like.”
Baekjin grumbled a curse word under his breath, running a hand over his face. “Get to the point before I kick you out of my room.”
Baku threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay! Okay! Just joking around. Didn’t know you couldn’t take a joke. Forgot about that, Mr. So-Serious."
Baekjin was seconds away from killing him.
“Anyways. Back to what I was saying. Just go on porn websites!”
Baekjin’s jaw tightened at the mention of such a vulgar thought. What is wrong with him? Is he drunk or something? “I’m not going to do anything weird," he scolded. "Why would you suggest such a thing like that to me?"
“Why not?” Baku asked as if he was talking about the weather. “Nothing wrong with it. Think about it. They need photos, especially if they just started and want to build their content to promote. You need models to build up your portfolio. It’s a win-win!”
“No it’s not,” Baekjin grumbled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m just saying,” Baku continued, counting off his fingers. “There’s many ways you can find people. There’s Onlyfans, Stripchat, Jerkmate–”
“Baku.”
“Camsoda–”
“Stop.”
“KittyKat–”
“Stop talking.”
“Come on! If you message someone new, they’d probably say yes. No? And you’d get the experience–”
“Baku.”
“And maybe get paid–”
“Baku.”
“Who doesn’t like money? I’d do it! As long as they don’t credit my name, obviously. I wouldn't want people researching my name to find that I take photos of pornstars. Especially that I want to work in a school–”
“Baku. Please.”
“But honestly, I’d kind of want to see how that’d turn out for yo–”
“PARK HUMIN.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop,” Baku snickered, patting Baekjin on the back. “Good luck though. Seriously!"
Baekjin exhaled. “Yeah. Got it."
“I’ll get you some snacks whether you eat them or not,” Baku said as he headed for the door. “You look like you need them. Just some energy in your body. Besides, I wanted to buy some gummy bears for myself. Is there anything you want at the moment? Now’s your last chance to tell me before I head out.”
Baekjin laid his head on the desk for a moment. He laid there idly before letting out a soft grumble, facing Baku. “A Hershey bar is fine,” he murmured. “Dark chocolate, if they have it.”
Baku nodded, giving a salute. “Alright. I’ll be back in ten to fifteen minutes. Try to not stress about all of that and do something else. See you!”
Finally, the door shut behind him.
Baekjin didn’t move at first. He wanted to continue to refresh his page a hundred times, but there was no point. Instead, he quietly scoffed, adjusting his seat. “Ridiclous,” he mumbled softly to himself.
As he sat there, the ridiculous name that Baku mentioned stood out to him.
KittyKat.
He’d never heard of that before. Sure, he’s familiar with sites like Camsoda or Jerkmate because of the unwanted popup ads that would flash on his computer screen when pirating a movie. Especially on that one site, Soap2Day. But KittyKat? Why has he never heard of it?
But the important question is, why does Baku know all of those websites at the tip of his tongue?
Whatever. He’s an idiot.
There was no way that Baekjin would actually consider something stupid as that! It’s Baku giving these ideas for crying out loud! He’s far from the sharpest tool in the shed. Who would do such a thing?
Baekjin isn’t some depraved incel who faps around in his mother’s basement all day. Besides, when was the last time he’s watched porn? Yet alone masturbate? He isn’t like that! He would never do that!
His gaze drifted down. After a moment, with shame in his body, he reached forward and opened his laptop again.
Here goes nothing.
Na Baekjin
Password: *************
Welcome back, Na Baekjin.
Signing you in.
He clicked out of the hundred tabs off his browser, opening up incognito mode.
Baekjin hesitated, fingers resting anxiously on the keyboard. It was just to look. Nothing less, nothing more. He isn’t being a pervert. Just to check it out, he told himself. That was all.
And there was the first recommended tab.
KittyKat: A world where you can browse through sexy adult webcams and watch everything above & beyond!
1000+ LIVE Cam Girls, Boys and Couples await you.
Reluctantly, he clicked on the link.
The entire screen was washed in red and pinks, layered together in a way that looked impressive. It looked rather clean, not a cheap website to get off to. Perhaps it was designed to look… inviting?
Strange, Baekjin thought. That it didn’t look like a cheap website for somebody to run to a stream to get off to. Perhaps Valentine's Day inspired? Is that the theme?
That somehow makes it worse.
At top stood a sleek, stylish logo. It looked like it belonged to a far more professional company than whatever this was. Sad as it is, it’s wasted potential. Whoever was the CEO could’ve wasted their time on something more valuable.
KittyKat presents the world’s sexiest,
hottest FREE live webcam webcam models for you to see!
This site contains sexually explicit material.
You must be at least 18 years old to enter.
Log In Sign Up
Baekjin’s cursor drifted toward the “X” button. He could still leave. Nothing was stopping him. Nobody is putting a gun to his head, forcing him to sign up. He has time. Hadn’t even clicked on anything important. It could just be a moment of bad judgement that wouldn’t affect him permanently.
Baku was joking around. This isn’t serious. He doesn’t need to do this.
His finger rested on the trackpad, unmoving.
Baekjin threw his head back, exhaling loudly as he dragged a hand over his face. “I just need models,” he whispered to himself in reassurance. His eyes shifted back to the center of the screen. “Only here to look.”
He clicked sign up.
ACCOUNT INFORMATION
Username:
Password:
CONTACT INFORMATION
First Name:
Last Name:
Address:
City:
State:
Postal Code:
Country:
Date of Birth:
CONTACT DETAILS
Your email will be used as a main point of contact for your account. Make sure you enter it correctly
Email:
PAYMENT INFORMATION (OPTIONAL, CAN COMPLETE LATER)
Payment:
- Payment by Check
- Payment by Card
- Payment by ApplePay
- Payment by Venmo
- Payment by PayPal
SIGNATURE:
Digital Signature (Initials):
SIGN UP
Baekjin cringed. He was thinking strongly about exiting the website and calling it a day. He’ll forget about this the next day. There’s enough time to leave.
But, he’s already here. He just has to finish the hard part. Not even hard, just make an account! He already pushed himself hardly enough for what? To call it quits? Might as well get it over with.
As Baekjin’s cursor hovered over the username field, he frowned slightly. He didn’t like usernames. They always felt… unnecessary. He typically used his real name when he had to. It was earlier and nothing to think about. But here? This was the place where he shouldn’t use his real name for obvious reasons. What if a client found his name associated with a pornographic streaming site?
Before he could overthink about it, a quiet chirp caroled.
His gaze unconsciously shifted towards the wound. There stood a bird perched on the railing outside. The bird had dark feathers and piercing, sharp eyes. It had been there for a while now. He noticed it earlier when logging onto his computer but paid no attention.
Was it.. A raven?
It tilted its head slightly, then flocked away.
Baekjin looked back at the screen, redirecting his focus with a huff.
“This is ridiculous,” he murmured. Nonetheless, his fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before typing away.
ACCOUNT INFORMATION
Username: CuriousRaven
Password: **********
It didn’t sound like him. He felt that it belonged like him. But if he were to change it, he would have to dwell on it further. Baekjin didn’t want to do that. He wanted to get this over with. Not overthink a stupid username.
ACCOUNT INFORMATION
Username: CuriousRaven
Password: **********
CONTACT INFORMATION
First Name: Baekjin
Last Name: Na
Address: Gwangju Union Apartment 245
City: Gwanju
State: N/A
Postal Code: 1203
Country: South Korea
Date of Birth: 1/18/2004
CONTACT DETAILS
Your email will be used as a main point of contact for your account. Make sure you enter it correctly
Email: [email protected]
PAYMENT INFORMATION (OPTIONAL, CAN COMPLETE LATER)
Payment:
- Payment by Check
- Payment by Card
- Payment by ApplePay
- Payment by Venmo
- Payment by PayPal
SIGNATURE:
Digital Signature (Initials): B.N
Finally, the hard part is over now. He got it over by writing all his personal information onto the page. The shame didn’t officially wear off, but he felt less perverted after completing the form. It isn’t that serious. Not yet.
He clicked on enter. Then, the next page loaded.
A new prompt appeared.
Welcome! KittyKat has the hottest, sexiest streamers waiting to have fun on our screen.
Before we let you dive to the fun part - we have one question for you.
What gender are you interested in? (Can change in settings)
- Guys ☐
- Girls ☐
- Both ☐
The hard part was not over. Matter of fact, it was worse.
He wasn’t too sure. Not yet. Sure, he had small crushes on pretty girls during his school days. And there were the occasional attractive men that he would spot on campus. Especially the ones who carried themselves with confidence. Those were the ones who stood out to them the most.
But the question is, is he actually bisexual?
Looks like it’s time to figure it out.
Welcome! KittyKat has the hottest, sexiest streamers waiting to have fun on our screen.
Before we let you dive to the fun part - we have one question for you.
What gender are you interested in? (Can change in settings)
- Guys ☐
- Girls ☐
- Both ☒
Baekjin stared at the screen, the tension in his shoulders growing harsher by each second. A part of him hoped for something to go wrong. For the site to crash. For the site to say error. For something to interrupt what he was doing before he could deal with the guilt.
He could still turn back. Turn off his computer. Go to sleep.
But, he chose not to.
Finally, the page loaded.
Baekjin’s eyes scanned the homepage for three seconds before he leaned back into his chair as he locked eyes with the thumbnail of a woman pleasuring herself with a sex toy. Of course there would be porn. He knew what type of website this would be. But knowing and seeing? They are two different things.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled under his breath, rubbing his hands over his eyes.
There were much too bright thumbnails that covered the page. Too many of them. Too much skin. Too many exaggerated faces. Too many titles covered in glittery fonts with dramatic exclamation points.
“Come keep mommy company;)”
“New here!! Be nice<3”
“Late night fun, watch to see my LATINA pussy get DESTROYED by BIG DILDO”
“Goth babe takes on double penetration!! Watch now!! :3”
Baekjin exhaled as he clicked away from the homepage immediately. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. What was he thinking? He is a photography graduate. He has a degree. A real one. He didn’t spend four years in university just to sit in his room at nearly midnight on a website called KittyKat for models.
What is he, a horny teenager? A perverted old man?
Baekjin dropped his hand briefly onto one hand. “This is all Baku’s fault.”
A part of him wanted him to close the tab, shut his computer, and call it a day. Pretend this had never happened. Tell Baku that he’s an idiot for suggesting such a thing. It was the smartest thing to do.
But before he could move his mouse, the devil on his shoulder had already spoken. You have already made an account. Don’t be a wuss. Who knows. Maybe you can happen to find a model. Live in shame, not regret, knowing that you wasted your chance.
That somehow made the idea of leaving made it worse. Not because it was logical, but because he had committed. At least enough to feel embarrassed.
Baekjin groaned and forced himself upright again. He wasn’t here to find entertainment. He’s here because he has a job to do. Find new streamers. Offer photography services at a reasonable rate. Then leave. It’s not the end of the world.
Eventually, after complicating his humiliating decision, he clicked on the New Streams section.
A grid of live thumbnails appeared.
The first one appeared. There sat a blonde woman around his age on her bed, smirking with a lollipop. Okay. Not bad. He can work around with this.
So, he clicked.
And was met with instant regret.
Moans were blasted into his speakers, forcing Baekjin to lower the volume. There sat the woman, legs spread wide as she bounced on a dildo that was large enough to poke a bulge in her tummy. The moans and whines were much too loud, much too high pitched.
He had never stuck anything inside of him, but it made him wonder. Is it even that good?
“Oh, yes! Yes daddies! I just love to ride big fat coc-”
Baekjin immediately clicked out of it.
Okay. Maybe, that was just a bad first impression. It’s alright.
He clicked on the next one.
A woman with braids appeared on the screen under bright purple lighting, leaning so close that Baekjin flinched. She seems pretty. She had a black lace bra and panties. Classy, he thought. He admires the confidence in her eyes, as if she was aware that she was the prize. Not the viewers.
“Hi, honey,” she purred, dragging out the last syllable. “How are we doing today, hm?”
Baekjin titled his head to the side. She has a nice voice. Nice and swooning.
There was a pause where he stared. A donation sound just went off.
The streamer gasped dramatically. “Oh my goodness,” she squealed happily as she clasped her hands. “Thank you so much, honey! You’re literally the sweetest person ever for you! I swear, I could just go and hug you right now!”
“You don’t even know him,” Baekjin scoffed as he clicked out.
Desperation is a big turn off. Oh well. He’ll forget about it later, he thought as he clicked on the next person.
This time, it was a guy. He stood shirtless, staring at the camera with what could be assumed a seductive look. Instead, he looked rather constipated.
Baekjin frowned.
Daddy.D0m098: Spin around pls
The streamer smirked and stood up, doing a slow turn in pace.
Baekjin’s eyebrow rose up. Okay, a performance. Not bad.
Then, the donation alert rang. A small bell sound.
The streamer perked up instantly. “Oh? Fifty coins?” He cheered. Then, without warning, he dropped on all fours and barked. Not once. Not twice. But three times.
“Arf! Arf! Arf!”
Baekjin froze.
He barked a fourth time.
Baekjin slammed his laptop immediately. He sat there in complete silence with his hand remaining motionless on the mouse screen.
This was horrible. Not horrifying. Just horrible.
He dropped his gaze back to his laptop, opening it back up. “This is what people do for money?” He thought. “Barking like a dog for ten dollars?” If so, this was objectively ridiculous.
Baekjin ran a hand through his hair, debating whether or not to give up entirely.
He probably should. Actually, he should.
He clicked off the streamer’s stream, hovering his cursor over the tab, then–
LIVE NOW – CrimsonMoon66
Baekjin paused.
The thumbnail looked oddly… normal.
Just a guy sitting on his gaming chair, blunt in mouth, head titled down as he scrolled through his phone. He looked like a regular person who happened to have a live for anything else. For Twitch. Tiktok. Youtube. Anything else but an adult webchat.
And yet, somehow, his viewer count was absurdly high.
Baekjin squinted at the screen. Perhaps he is famous there?
Now, he is intrigued.
Baekjin clicked on the screen.
