I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 71: Lingering Modeling

Chapter 71: Lingering Modeling

"Oh, I see. Have you ever worked in this kind of modeling industry before?"

"Huh? Yeah, I mentioned it during our last interview. Back when I was 20, I gave modeling a shot just to get some photos taken. My dad was a photographer, you know... I really like the models that came in tv ads and even on the internet, so I gave it a shot back then just like that. And I really like taking pictures of myself and. Being in front of a camera."

"Hmm."

She’d already done the interview. As we talked, I started picking up new bits of info little by little.

Emma’s reason for wanting to become a lingerie model was simpler than you’d think. She just loved being in front of a camera.

Sure, she might not have spilled everything on her mind—maybe there was something she was hiding—but that’s what she said, at least.

Her dad being a photographer probably made it easier for her to jump into modeling without overthinking it.

She did wonder why a lingerie shopping site picked a random college student from a totally unrelated major instead of a pro model. There had to be a reason, though.

"The manager was super helpful," she said.

"Huh?"

"You helped me a ton during the interview. Even gave me some posing tips. Maybe that’s why they picked me over the other girls?"

"Oh, about that, no problem.." I saw you do it? I couldn’t quite figure out how tough this quest really was. Oh, and by the way—I had a little crush on Emma to start with... but jot like I was the only one every boy had who knew her in the university.

"Haha! Emma, I think you’d rock this if you tried. Uh, how about we meet at the studio next time?"

"W-Wait, right now?"

"Oh, maybe?"

The chatter about the shoot—where no one knew all the details—went on for ages.

....

Phew.

The moment I left Emma and her café behind, the screen flashed bright. Seeing everything wrap up without a hitch, I figured my progress so far wasn’t half bad.

Honestly, in a situation like this, it’s also a skill to steer things in a bad direction if you wanted.

"Emma’s into this kind of thing? And she even applied to be a lingerie model..."

She never seemed bothered by wearing revealing clothes, but I didn’t expect her to take lingerie modeling this

Gulp—

The thought of seeing Emma in just lingerie made me swallow hard. I’d seen plenty of girls in less, but every time felt fresh.

I was about to dive back into the quest, but I stopped myself.

Right now, I didn’t have much background info. I quit the game on the spot, yanked off the headset, and started digging for details.

Typing "lingerie model" into the search bar pulled up a ton of info fast.

Sure, I knew big brands used celebrities, but it turns out they also scout models through sites or "part-time fitting" gigs.

"It’s way more doable than I thought."

When I’d called her a model before, she felt distant—like some far-off dream. But looking into it, if you’ve got Emma’s looks and figure, landing a chance didn’t seem that hard.

I wanted to know which lingerie brand she’d applied for, but that wasn’t easy to pin down.

First, I got a rough idea of how the industry worked. Emma probably signed up on a model site or replied to a job post from our company.

Since she got picked after the interview anyway, it didn’t matter much.

"Man, I wish I’d been at the shoot."

The real question was how much I could get involved as a manager. If I could naturally hang out with Emma and chat with her during the shoot...

"There’s nothing embarrassing or awkward about it."

With all my quest experience—and secretly coaching Linda as her trainer to shake off her shyness—it was a piece of cake. Especially in a situation tied to shooting in just lingerie.

I slipped the headset back on and thought, "Put me somewhere I can watch from the side."

.....

"Today, right?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah."

Before I could fully get my bearings, a voice hit me. It was a middle-aged guy.

"What’s up? Too busy yesterday?"

"Uh, no, no. Just had a quick headache."

I was in a small office. Three seats: the one I was in, an empty one next to me, and the one across from me where the guy talking sat.

What’s going on?

I stood up slowly and looked at the man.

It was definitely my first time seeing him, but he had this handsome vibe—like someone I’d glimpsed somewhere before. A middle-aged guy with short hair and fancy clothes.

He gave off a total gangster aura.

"Hmm. You did great at the shoot today. Feeling good, yeah?"

"Huh?"

"Hey, don’t play dumb. If the kid’s reaction looks solid, flirt with her a bit more. Cool with that?"

"Oh, sure."

I had no clue what my deal was with this guy, but it felt so natural—like I was just a subordinate talking to the boss—so I answered on reflex.

They were trying to trick me and tell me what to do. Anyway, I was here for Emma’s quest.

"So, should I head out first? Wrap it up nice today!"

The guy said that, grabbed a flashy clutch bag, and stood up.

Movies and dramas don’t make characters dress like that for no reason. People like him exist, so they model them after reality.

"Please, go ahead."

I gave him an awkward wave and sat back down. Unlike last time, being in an office gave me a chance to figure out my role. I grabbed the mouse and moved it fast.

Hmm.

I checked the open files. The latest one was Photoshop.

Wow.

My jaw dropped. The second I opened Photoshop, over 19 photos popped up. Pictures of a woman in lingerie. But the stuff she was wearing? It was... unique.

A bra so tiny it barely covered her nipples, and panties that looked like they were running out of fabric.

The woman was lying on a bed, wearing what could only be called lingerie, striking a seductive pose.

I stared at her photo, almost entranced, before flipping to the next one. Then the next, and the next.

"Oh, wow."

The pictures kept coming—same outfit, different poses. In one of them, a brown nipple peeked out by accident.

I was a mess.

"So, this is lingerie, right...?"

For some reason, I convinced myself these clothes still counted as underwear. As I kept scrolling, a new set of photos popped up with the woman in a different outfit.

This time, it was even wilder.

The top was kind of normal—a plain white bra, nothing special. The problem was the panties.

What she was wearing down there wasn’t even made with a solid front to cover her private parts. Instead, it was a pair of panties strung with shiny round beads that glinted in the light.

I’d only ever heard rumors about beaded panties like these.

Gulp—

It was breathtaking. One little move, and you’d see her pussy clear as day. She had her legs slightly spread, one finger in her mouth, pulling off a sultry look that could stop your heart.

After staring at dozens more photos like that, it finally clicked.

I worked for a lingerie brand. But not the typical kind I’d imagined—not even one that called itself a lingerie brand outright. This was a company selling clothes you wouldn’t dare mention in polite conversation.

"Ha... Did Emma know this place sold stuff like this when she applied...?"

Bzzz—

Just as my thoughts drifted to Emma, my phone buzzed on the desk like it was possessed. The screen lit up with "Emma - Model Applicant."

"Hello?"

"Manager! I think I’m almost done!"

"Oh. Where are you at?"

"Uh... I just stepped into the first floor of the building. Can I come up?"

"Yeah, sure. I can upload stuff now... It’s from today’s shoot, right?"

"Huh? Yeah, I think so?"

"Haha, I’m losing it. Come on up."

I didn’t even know what floor I was on, but I told her to come up anyway and stepped outside. The tiny office only had one door.

When I opened it, a huge space stretched out in front of me—nothing like the cramped room I’d been in.

"Oh."

I didn’t know much about this industry, but I got it instantly. This was a photo studio.

Tons of lights, backgrounds decked out with all kinds of decor in every direction—it was a feast for the eyes. The cameras caught my attention too.

"But who’s taking the pictures...?"

I cracked open a door that looked like an entrance, peeking around to see if the photographer was in another room. Nope—there wasn’t even another room to begin with.

Then, without thinking, I picked up a camera sitting on the table.