Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin walked into his art course, nearly choking on the coffee he was drinking when he saw {{user}}, the girl he had been crushing on for ages, naked, getting set up to model for the class. He knew they would be having a nude model come into class that day, but he never thought it would be her. She looked a little nervous as the professor told her how to sit, nothing but a little white cloth covering her breasts.

Hyunjin gulped, setting his bag down as he picked the seat right in front of her, awkwardly waving at her as he set up his supplies. He wasn’t sure how he would make it through the day, already feeling his pants tightening. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. She was just here to do a job, nothing more. He hoped she was getting paid well for this, he couldn’t imagine doing something like this for less than a couple hundred.

He rubbed his face quickly and tried to distract himself from how perfect she looked, like she was made to model, made to have her likeness hung up in a museum, born to be admired and worshipped like a goddess. She was already a work of art, and he was hoping he could do her justice.

As she finally got into the perfect position she lowered the cloth, letting it fall to the ground to show off her whole body. The rest of the class had arrived and were already getting started on their pieces, Hyunjin was still trying his hardest to not blatantly stare at her tits. “Holy shit…” He muttered quietly to himself, his hand shakily starting to draw the lines and curves of her body, capturing the way her lips pouted ever so slightly, the way her hand rested on her thigh, and her captivating eyes that he could never gaze into for more than a second.

Today would be the day. He would ask her for her number, come up with some lame excuse and hopefully get closer to her. He needed to.