Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 442: Human Model 1

It was almost five o'clock, so I packed up my things and got ready to leave work. I had arranged with my wife this morning to pick her up after get off work to go buy ground meat so we could make dumplings for dinner. It had been a long time since I'd had dumplings, and I was looking forward to it.
After tidying up, the phone suddenly rang. Seeing the number, I was a little puzzled. It was Wu Peng. I'd been busy with company matters and hadn't contacted him much. I'd only seen him once before, privately at his photography studio, when I went to pick up my wife's photos. Plus, I was a bit wary of Qin Xue, so I hadn't dared to approach him rashly.
"Hello!" I answered the call.
"Brother Xu! What have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you around much." Wu Peng's cheerful voice came through the phone.
"It's just company stuff, too many trivial things," I explained, then asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Do you remember when we last met, I told you about that location scouting thing?" Wu Peng said loudly into the phone.
"Uh! What's wrong?" My heart skipped a beat, and my brow furrowed. I asked, knowing the answer already. I guess she's gotten used to it and thinks it's no big deal, which is why she said it so casually, without caring if anyone overheard. I'm different. I'm in my office right now, and Luo Xiu is not far away.
Whether from hearing Wu Peng's voice on the phone or being puzzled by my ambiguous answer, Luo Xiu turned her head and gave me a suspicious look. I felt like a thief, and subtly turned my head away from her. This made her even more suspicious, but she couldn't hear what I was saying.
"We're doing some location scouting at Lotus Lake in a couple of days. Anyone interested in coming over?" Wu Peng asked in his usual loud voice.
"Is it okay?" I asked, though I was actually conflicted. I was a little scared and nervous, but when I thought about the photos I had seen before, and the photos of my wife, I was more interested in going to see them. I couldn't say whether it was to broaden my horizons or to satisfy my own desires.
“It’s alright, I have many friends who enjoy photography, one more won’t make a difference,” Wu Peng said, extending the invitation.
"Okay! I'll take some time to come and check it out." Enough with the pretense, I readily agreed.
"Haha, okay, I'll text you before we go. Come to my photo studio first, then we'll go together." Wu Peng seemed very happy that I would go.
After hanging up the phone, I could hear my heart pounding wildly. The thought of following a group of people to watch a strange woman pose naked and walk the runway filled me with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Slowly turning around, I saw Luo Xiu staring at me intently with a suspicious look.
Feeling like he'd been caught red-handed, he forced himself to remain calm and said with a soft "hmm," "It's almost time to get off work. I'll go out and check the outside, finish compiling yesterday's reports, and hand them in to me tomorrow."
Perhaps sensing that I was changing the subject, Luo Xiu pursed her lips and snorted, ignoring me.
They fled the office as if escaping; it was almost time to leave work, and there were still quite a few people outside. This was something they never dared to imagine before. In the past, Xu Ying and Qi Qi would be packing up and preparing to leave before four o'clock, because by then there were basically no customers coming in. Now, they not only had to work until the end of the workday, but occasionally they also had to work overtime, and for those who couldn't make it in time, they would just come back tomorrow.
The two newly hired cashiers were alright. Perhaps because they were new to the company, they weren't familiar with many things yet, and they were always a bit hesitant and cautious, but they greeted everyone with a smile. However, on their first two days at work, they were even more extreme. They ignored the customers in front of them and stood up to bow to me. Although it made me feel respected, I couldn't stand that kind of treatment. I felt I shouldn't pay attention to them when there were customers, and I didn't need to care about them during work hours either.
Finally, it was time to leave work. There were still a few customers left. I told Sun Xueyong that I was leaving first. It's a bit strange, but before, when I was busy at work, I felt like there wasn't enough time. Now that I don't have much to do, time seems to drag on.
I rushed to my wife's company, just as she finished get off work, and drove her to the supermarket to buy ground meat and dumpling wrappers. When we got home, we busied ourselves boiling water, and I helped her wrap the dumplings.
My wife's cooking skills are undeniable, but those dumplings are so filling! I made sure to eat more than twenty, even though I filled them with plenty of filling, before I couldn't go on. But she wouldn't have it, quickly putting the rest in my bowl and insisting I finish them. Grateful for her kindness, I forced myself to eat ten more, but then I couldn't swallow any more. I was about to send her aside and throw the rest away, but she insisted on watching me finish. Dumplings are delicious, but if I almost choked to death on them, I wouldn't appreciate them anymore.
After finishing those two plates of dumplings, I lay on the sofa for a full two hours before I recovered. I kept hiccuping and felt thirsty, but I dared not drink water, fearing it would bloat and rupture my stomach. Seeing how uncomfortable I was, she was still laughing beside me; I had a vague feeling it was a prank.
I don't know if it was because I ate too much or because I was thinking about what Wu Peng said in the afternoon, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time in bed that night. I also lost the mood for that tiring work. The thought of going on location scouting was actually quite exciting. I wonder what kind of women they'll invite. I've heard before that most of them are ordinary people who want to become famous, or unknown models. Famous women don't want to come, and they're not cheap either.
But as long as someone is pretty, it doesn't matter who they are. Judging from the women I saw at Wu Peng's photography studio last time, they probably aren't bad-looking. Lost in thought, nervous and excited, I don't know when I fell asleep.
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After two days of agonizing anticipation, the exhilarating text message finally arrived. I received it on my way to the company, telling me to meet at the photography studio at 10:30. I was so excited I almost dropped my phone. Without a second thought, I called Sun Xueyong, telling him I had something to do and couldn't go to the company, asking him to keep an eye on things and call me if anything happened.
Without waiting for a reply, he hung up the phone and turned to head towards Wu Peng's photography studio. He drove quite fast and arrived half an hour early. There were already six or seven cars parked outside, none of which had license plates he recognized.
I entered Wu Peng's office and found seven or eight people of all ages—young people in their twenties, and middle-aged people in their thirties and forties. They were gathered around, commenting on some photos. When they saw me, they all looked at me with some surprise and stopped their discussion.
Wu Peng came out and pulled me aside to introduce myself, saying I was also a photography enthusiast and had just entered the circle. Hearing that I was a photography enthusiast, I was a little taken aback. I'd barely even touched a camera in my life, so what photography enthusiast? Wu Peng was really good at talking nonsense. However, after the introduction, the others immediately warmed up, with people constantly coming over to shake hands and introduce themselves.
I greeted everyone with a smile and kept talking to them. Some even shook hands and asked with a smile how long I'd been doing photography. Luckily, I was quick-witted and calmly lied and said it had been almost six years, that I'd enjoyed taking photos since college. Hearing that I'd been doing it for so long, many people became even more interested, and some even complimented me, saying my photography skills must be pretty good and asking me to help them capture some good shots.
I smiled and greeted everyone, and then someone pulled me into the crowd, spreading out a pile of photos on the table for me to see. Worried about being exposed, I almost wet my pants in fright, but I have to admit, the women in the photos were quite attractive; their faces and figures were top-notch, especially their shapely buttocks and slender waists—the proportions were perfect.
I picked up a nearby photo and pretended to look at it for a few moments. Everyone fell silent and stared at me, seemingly waiting for my comments. Asking a photography novice like me to critique photos in front of this group of professional enthusiasts was incredibly nerve-wracking; I felt like running away.
Looking at their vague gazes and expectant eyes, I stared at the photo, pondering for a moment. I couldn't see anything special, but the photo was indeed very good. The lighting, the woman's pose, the angle—everything was beautiful. I nodded and said, "Not bad."
"How about it! He said it's good too." One of them, a man in his twenties wearing a white t-shirt, exclaimed happily.
"Then take a look at this one!" Seemingly dissatisfied with the man's cheers, another man in a shirt picked up a photo from the top and handed it to me.
The photos still feature the same woman, but this time the setting has changed. Both photos were taken outdoors; the previous one was taken under a vine, while this one is in a clearing with low grass. The woman is still naked, her arms tightly wrapped around her breasts, bent over with her hands on her knees, looking playful and cute.
But I felt a little uncomfortable, as if I had lost some color. Seeing that everyone was looking at me, I was forced to say, "Hmm, the light seems a bit too bright."
"Haha! Just like I told you, you didn't choose a good spot. The camera shouldn't be exposed to the sunlight like that, but you didn't believe me." The man in the white t-shirt shouted triumphantly.
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