Chapter 25 — The Modeling day
I woke up that morning with a strange excitement sitting under my skin. The kind that made me feel warm and restless at the same time.
Today was the day.
The modeling appointment.
The one I applied to absent-mindedly while replying to Saeko and Reina's good morning messages. I didn't expect anything from it, but the agency actually replied last night:
"Arrive tomorrow. Contract signing at 10 AM."
Just reading that line made my heart jump.
My family reacted faster than my brain did.
Mom knocked on my door before I even left the bed.
She walked in like a soft warm breeze—calm, beautiful, but with that protective aura that all mothers in this world seemed to have around boys.
"Sweetie, are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked while checking my skin, my cheeks, even brushing my bangs aside as if I was a fragile treasure. "You know how agencies are. They love boys too much. If anything feels off, you call me. Promise?"
"I promise," I said.
Aoi arrived next with a notebook, like a strict manager.
"Spare shirt. Hydration spray. Lip balm. Neat shoes. Skin tissues. Don't tilt your head too low—it causes shadows. And don't frown. Cameras hate frowning."
I laughed, and she sighed in relief.
Then Sakura came bursting in with perfume in one hand, a makeup pouch in the other, and zero self-control.
"My little brother is becoming a MODEL!" she squealed before crushing me in a hug. "If anyone touches you weirdly I'll flip the entire studio upside down."
Her energy could power a whole city.
After surviving all that love, we finally left the house.
It was calm outside. The streets were quiet, the morning air fresh and cool.
I stared out the car window, half nervous, half excited.
How did I go from an office worker in my previous world to a potential model in a place where boys were treated like rare diamonds?
Life really was crazy.
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The Studio – Lights and Eyes
The modeling district looked like something from a drama—fancy cafés, shiny windows, sleek people walking with expensive bags.
When we arrived, the building looked small but elegant, the type of place that didn't need to show off because it already had reputation.
The moment I stepped inside, the scent of coffee, hair products, and expensive makeup hit me.
Photos lined the hallways.
Mostly women—tall, confident, beautiful.
Male models were extremely rare, their photos spaced out like rare stamps.
The receptionist looked up. Her eyes widened.
She immediately stood.
"W-welcome… please wait a moment… Haruya-sama…"
A stylist rushed out from the back room as if someone told her the emperor had arrived.
"Oh heavens… a boy… and such a beautiful one…" she whispered before bowing with a big smile.
"Welcome, Haruya-sama."
The studio itself was buzzing—lights, cameras, racks of clothes, women fixing props, makeup artists chatting.
But when I walked in…
Everything paused for a second.
The air shifted.
Not creepy.
Not rude.
Just a tidal wave of stunned admiration.
Professional female models—adult, confident, elegant women—turned their heads.
Some froze.
Some stared.
Some whispered, unable to hide the shock in their eyes.
A boy.
A beautiful one.
In a world where boys were almost mythically rare.
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The Dressing Room
The stylists swarmed around me like a gentle hurricane.
Two worked on my hair.
One handled my skin.
Another checked my hands and posture.
They treated me with the precision of jewelers polishing a gemstone.
Meanwhile, the professional models were gathered at the side—long legs, graceful necklines, sharp jawlines, confident smiles. Women who had walked runways, shot magazines, posed for hours without blinking.
And now…
Every single one of them was looking at me.
Some desires for me.
Some lusting.
Some with obvious interest.
A tall, mature woman with dark red lipstick tilted her head, murmuring,
"He's… stunning."
Another whispered to her friend,
"I want to hold his face once… only once… look at those eyes…"
One more leaned forward, her eyes sparkling,
"If he smiles at me, I swear I'll faint."
Their voices weren't even subtle—just pure admiration mixed with desire.
Meanwhile, the stylists treated me so carefully I felt like I was going to melt.
A makeup artist adjusted my bangs and whispered near my ear,
"You're like morning light… impossible to look away from."
I almost choked on my own breath.
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The First Shot
When it was time to start shooting, the photographer pointed to a small mark on the floor.
"Stand there. Relax. Look slightly down. Good… now breathe."
The lights warmed.
The camera clicked.
The room froze.
The photographer lowered her camera slowly, staring at the screen with wide eyes.
"…This… this is unbelievable," she whispered.
Assistants rushed over.
Stylists leaned in.
Models peeked from behind makeup chairs.
One by one, their expressions shifted to awe.
"He looks angelic…"
"Is he real?"
"No male model looks like this…"
The tall senior model who had been quietly observing finally let out a soft, breathy laugh.
"So this is the boy everyone keeps talking about…"
Like she had been waiting her whole life to see something like this.
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The Afternoon
The more photos they took, the more the studio heated with excitement.
Women drifted closer—models and staff.
Every time I rested, someone offered water.
Someone fixed my shirt.
Someone touched my hair.
Someone complimented me in a trembling voice.
A junior model shyly approached during a break.
"H-Haruya-kun… if you ever need help with poses… I can teach you… personally…"
Her cheeks were pink.
Her voice shaky.
Before I could answer, another model slid between us with a bright smile.
"He doesn't need that. He needs confidence. I can help him much better."
Then another joined in.
Then another.
Soon it became a soft battlefield of elegant women trying to stay "professional" while clearly wanting my attention.
Their eyes weren't simple admiration anymore.
They burned.
Desperate.
Hungry.
Romantic and longing.
But respectful enough to not cross the line.
One woman whispered to her friend while watching me pose:
"I want to be his favorite model…"
"I want him to look only at me…"
"Imagine dating him… oh my god…"
The atmosphere was hot in a romantic, overwhelming way—not dirty, just filled with desire and attention.
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The Evening Shoot
By late evening, the studio lights turned warm and golden.
The sunset bled in through the windows.
This time, the photoshoot theme was "elegant evening mood."
I stood in front of a dim, glowing backdrop.
The photographer's voice softened.
"Haruya… give me something dreamy. Like you're thinking about someone you love."
So I relaxed my shoulders and let a faint, gentle smile touch my lips.
The reaction around me was instant.
The makeup artist gasped behind her hands.
The stylist clutched her chest dramatically.
A model whispered, "I can't handle this…"
Another fan-like woman muttered, "Please… someone hold me…"
Even the manager exhaled softly.
"That expression could break this industry," she murmured.
The women stared.
With overflowing affection.
They wanted to hug me.
Protect me.
Be near me.
And maybe… maybe be someone special way
The whole studio fell into a quiet romance.
It felt like the world held its breath for me.
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The Final Break
As I sat resting, sipping warm tea, a senior model approached.
The same one who had been silently observing the whole day.
She leaned down just a little, eyes meeting mine gently.
"You… captivated everyone today," she said softly. "Even me."
She smiled—a soft, slow smile that held a hint of something deeper.
"Be careful, Haruya. With a face like yours… women fall fast."
She walked away with elegant steps.
I was left speechless.
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The End of the Day
After changing back into my normal clothes and collecting the finished contract, I stepped outside for air.
The evening breeze felt different.
Lighter.
Brighter.
Something had changed.
Not just how they saw me.
When I walked back inside, the lights were already warming up for the final set.
The staff smiled.
The models blushed.
The stylists whispered my name like a secret.
I stepped back into the studio—
Ready for whatever this world wanted to give me next.
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To be continued
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