I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 76: Legs, Camera, Action!

Chapter 76: Legs, Camera, Action!

Then the panties—those drenched, clinging scraps of fabric—slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet. She stood there, bare and unguarded, the cool air brushing her skin as she let out another shaky breath.

Her string panties were already drenched.

Even though it was just one person, posing with her legs spread in an M-shape in front of a guy who could see everything was way more thrilling than she’d expected.

Emma hurriedly wiped her wet skin with a tissue.

More came out than before. There was so much that one tissue couldn’t handle it all.

"Well, by the time we finish the other photos, it’ll probably dry, right?"

Emma spread out her sticky, wet panties as much as she could and placed them in a sunny spot. She checked the time on her phone—only 20 minutes had passed.

It felt like they’d been shooting for over an hour, but it was just 20 minutes.

"Huh."

Emma took a deep breath to pull herself together and quickly took off her bra. Her next outfit was less revealing than the t-shirt set from before.

Panties that clearly covered her with fabric but left the rest see-through.

It didn’t feel like a bra-and-panties set. There were three pairs in different colors: black, white, and gray.

"Hmm, of course it’s gray..." Gray was the worst. Emma rubbed the fabric part of the panties with her fingers to check the material.

It was the kind of fabric where even a little dampness would show right away.

One challenge after another.

....

"Hmmm..." When Emma went to change, she looked at the photos taken so far. No matter how many times she checked, there wasn’t a single one she’d toss out.

They were all steamy. Some clearly showed her nipples standing out, and others even revealed a bit of her outer skin down there.

Looking at the pictures she’d taken so far, she was sure of it.

’This quest is tough because you have to fight the urge to stop halfway. It has to be.’

Clink.

"Oh, I’m here? Just a sec..."

"Hey, can I shoot you on the bed again?"

"Uh, yeah. That works."

Honestly, the location didn’t matter much. Even if all 10 sets were shot on the same bed, the underwear in Emma’s outfits would still look different.

"Hehe." A sneaky laugh slipped out naturally. The panties Emma wore this time were pretty plain compared to the string ones before. Simple design, but the color was light gray.

I’d seen that saying somewhere.

Guys like gray panties the most because you can see when a girl gets wet in real-time.

Click. Click.

"Uh, yeah. Much better than before. Spread your legs a little more."

"Okay, sure." Emma stood on the bed with just her knees touching, like before, and spread her legs a bit wider. You could see more detail between her thighs, and the panties stood out clearly.

Click. Click.

"The top’s yours too?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! My... underwear."

"You came wearing some pretty stuff."

Emma didn’t reply to that.

"How about lying flat on your face this time? Just stick your hips out."

"Like this?" Emma crouched forward, pushing her hips out like a cat. It’d be great if I could just pull down my pants and take her from behind.

"Got it. I’ll shoot from above. Hang on."

"...Ugh." Even though I couldn’t actually do that, I still stood behind Emma and leaned forward a little.

"Oops. Sorry." Pretending it was an accident, I brushed her bare hips and quickly pulled her body back, acting like I was just setting up the shot.

Emma’s hips and the curve of her lower back were like a work of art. She must work out regularly.

"Okay, this time, lie down and look up at the sky..." I wondered what pose would feel natural but still a little embarrassing.

"Want to lift your legs? Put them on my shoulders."

"Huh? What?"

"Hm? Why not? I want to snap how it looks from above and below."

"...Oh..."

It sounded ridiculous and silly, but Emma did it anyway. She lay back, looked up, and carefully raised her legs. I stepped between them fast and knelt down.

Tap. Her bare legs rested softly on my shoulders. Emma didn’t put any weight on me.

"Lean back comfortably. It’ll look more natural that way." As I said that, I casually touched her bare thigh with the hand not holding the camera, pretending to pull her toward me. So soft.

"Ugh, yeah, yeah. Uh, take the picture quick."

"Hmm."

Click.

I looked down at Emma’s skin and snapped a shot, pretending to think about it without taking my eyes off the camera. I had no plans to stop shooting anytime soon.

I wanted to hold this pose as long as possible and watch those panties get wet.

Click.

"Want to spread your legs a bit more?"

Emma let out a soft, "Ugh," her voice barely a whisper.

She hesitated, then slowly parted her legs. The gap between them widened, catching the light and drawing my eyes instantly.

"Hold on a sec," I said, my tone calm but firm.

"Huh?!" Emma’s voice jumped, a mix of shock and nerves.

"Perfect. I’m snapping the shot." I grinned, already reaching for the camera.

With a quick move, I grabbed the top of her panties with one hand and tugged upward. The fabric hugged her tight, pressing right against her skin. Her camel toe popped out, sharp and unmistakable under the thin gray material.

Emma gasped, a little squeal escaping her lips. She squirmed, but my hands were too fast—she couldn’t stop me.

"Hehe," I chuckled under my breath, loving every second.

The way the panties stretched over her made my heart race. This was it—the exact shot I’d been chasing. Her bare legs trembled slightly, brushing my shoulders as they rested there. The dark gray panties clung to her, the front on full display, and that bold camel toe stole the show.

"I’m into this now," I said, my voice low and honest.

"...Ugh," Emma mumbled, barely audible, her embarrassment soaking the air.

I wasn’t lying—I felt alive, buzzing with excitement. My erection had kicked in ages ago, practically begging to close the gap between us. But I gritted my teeth and held back, forcing control.

Click—click. The camera sang its sharp tune.

"Wow. This is good. Really good," I said, nodding at the screen.

"Uh... ugh," Emma stammered, her words tripping over each other.

Her panties were changing—right before my eyes, the gray front darkened with a wet spot. It spread slowly, creeping out to the sides, and I couldn’t look away.

"Hehe." I smirked again, soaking in the thrill.

Emma’s reaction was everything. Shy as hell, she still kept her legs open, resting on my shoulders like she couldn’t move.

Her head twisted away, and she hid her face behind her hand. But that didn’t hide the flush creeping up her cheeks—bright red and impossible to miss.

Click—click. Two more shots locked it in.

I savored the moment, then decided to turn up the heat. Time to nudge her embarrassment into overdrive.

"Hey, Emma," I said, keeping my voice casual.

"Y-Yes?" she replied, her tone shaky, unsure.

"I think we’re done with this outfit. No more pics for these," I said, dead serious.

"...Oh, really?" Confusion clouded her words, like she wasn’t sure what to feel.

I leaned in just a bit, dropping my voice. "You’re soaked, aren’t you? You know it too, right?"

Silence. Emma’s hands flew to her face, covering it completely. She couldn’t even squeak out a response.

Click. My finger slipped, snapping one more shot without thinking. The room went quiet—thick, awkward quiet.

"Let’s switch colors," I said, breaking the tension. "Next one’s quick—just front and back, then we’ll move on."

"...Y-Yes," she whispered, still hiding.

I gently slid her legs off my shoulders and set them on the bed. My fingers grazed the soft backs of her thighs as I did, light and teasing.

"Uh, uh," she breathed, a tiny sound of surprise.

"Alright, I’m hitting the bathroom real quick," I said, standing up. "Pull yourself together and change before I’m back."

No answer. The second her legs hit the mattress, Emma snapped them shut and curled into a tight ball. She didn’t budge, didn’t even twitch, until I was out of sight.

"Phew." I let out a long, shaky breath as I stepped away.

Seeing her sprawled on the bed in nothing but those panties? It set me on fire. My head spun, but I played it cool, ducking into the bathroom before I lost it.

"Ugh," I muttered to myself, slumping against the wall.

I needed to calm down. My erection throbbed, almost painful, and I ended up handling it solo. This whole thing—her, the camera, the tension—it was hotter than anything I’d run into lately. Way more twisted and electric than just jumping into sex.

"I’m so close," I thought, my gut screaming it.

Emma had to be drowning in it—shame and heat all mixed up. She couldn’t even move off that bed until I left. Posing as an underwear model was one thing, but getting wet like that? And me calling it out? She must’ve wanted to disappear.

For anyone else, this might’ve been the end—quit the gig, walk away. But Emma? She wasn’t wired like that.

"No way out now," I told myself with a grin.

Her shame wasn’t breaking her—it was flipping into something else, something wild. I’d seen it before. Linda and Hailey were cut from the same cloth. Linda kicked off with body pics online, then gave in to me to feed her cravings. Hailey? She just loved the ride, always down to play. Simple as that.

"It’s all about the photos," I realized, piecing it together.

I tried to settle down, pushing the thoughts of Linda, Hailey, and Emma out of my head. Photos sparked it for all of them—though I’d tackled plenty of other quests too.

"Phew." I blew out a loud breath, steadying myself.

My excitement was finally cooling off, the ache fading. I still had tons of shots to take with Emma today. No sex, though—not now, no matter how bad I wanted it. Rush this, and I’d blow the whole game. The point was getting Emma to figure herself out—to crave it, to come to me next time.

I had to play dumb, keep it sharp, and let it build.

"...Am I doing this right?" I wondered, a flicker of doubt creeping in.