The photoshoot was still ongoing.
After Yumiko followed Makoto's instructions and posed for a few sultry-style shots—something she was completely unfamiliar with—leaning against the wall or standing by it, her mindset began to change.
So that's how the photos I see in magazines are taken.
With my figure and face, the results definitely won't look bad.
But... Makoto-kun's a guy. If he sees pictures of me bending over or keeping my legs together like that, won't he get weird thoughts?
Yumiko wasn't sure whether Makoto had those kinds of shameful thoughts.
But she herself was starting to.
"Okay, next, sit on the floor," Makoto instructed after finishing one set of shots.
Yumiko's face flushed, but she pretended not to mind. "I want to see the photos you just took."
"Oh right, I should let you review them." Makoto handed over the camera.
Yumiko, holding back her anticipation and embarrassment, leaned in for a look—and her mood instantly changed.
Is that really me in the photo?
This is so on point!
Turns out it's not just men who get stunned by sexy photos of women—women can be just as amazed.
Yumiko was sure these pictures were worth keeping for herself.
And absolutely not for others to see.
Not even her parents!
"Sitting on the floor, right? Got it."
Yumiko handed the camera back and obediently sat down.
From this moment on, even she might not have realized it herself—she was gradually becoming shaped by Makoto.
The shoot continued.
"Yumiko, keep your legs together—yes, like that, just a bit bent. Your hands can rest on the floor..."
Knowing how much she liked the previous shots, Makoto became even more professional.
At that moment, the blushing girl sitting shyly on the floor tilted her rosy face upward, a crimson flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears.
Her beautiful legs in black stockings bent slightly, the round heels gently pressing against the floor. With hands braced on either side, her chest subtly lifted forward.
This was a kind of allure she'd never displayed before.
Makoto observed her carefully, then said thoughtfully, "Something's missing."
"Missing what?" Yumiko asked, puzzled.
"Your eyes," Makoto said. "Can you give me a seductive look?"
Seductive?
How do I do that?
Yumiko felt a bit lost.
This was beyond her skill level.
But she didn't want to admit it—that would make her seem amateurish.
She was the one who had suggested the shoot today. If she couldn't do anything right, how would she showcase her charm or make him want to be her personal photographer?
Seeing her confusion, Makoto squatted down and said, "I have a way to help you, but you might not be used to it."
Yumiko replied immediately, "Just do it. I'll follow your lead."
"Alright."
Makoto reached out with his left hand and held Yumiko's petite foot wrapped in sheer black stockings.
"Eh?"
In that instant, Yumiko's cheeks flushed entirely. The warmth of his palm against her foot made her body tense up involuntarily.
He actually touched my foot!
That thought made Yumiko feel almost dizzy.
Especially the warmth from his hand—it felt entirely different from when he was just giving her direction earlier.
Enduring the strange, heated sensation in her heart, her eyes brimmed with shyness. "Makoto-kun, you..."
"That's the look—hold it right there," Makoto said suddenly.
He even lifted the camera with a serious expression.
Yumiko immediately shut up.
When the photo was done, Makoto let go of her soft foot and brought the camera over. "Take a look."
Yumiko, still blushing, leaned in to see—then froze a little.
That nearly melting look in her eyes... was seriously seductive.
He really knows how to shoot!
"What do you think?" Makoto asked.
Still staring at the photo, Yumiko instinctively replied, "I want to keep this one."
This version of herself—even she thought it looked amazing.
Unfortunately, these kinds of photos definitely couldn't be shared, which took away the fun of showing them off.
Makoto chuckled at her reaction. "You called me over for a private photoshoot. Of course the photos are for keeping."
Yumiko averted her gaze to hide her embarrassment. "I forgot for a moment."
Cute.
Makoto thought.
The joy brought by this photo made Yumiko even more excited for what was to come.
So when Makoto backed away, she took the initiative to lift her foot in those black stockings and placed it in his hand.
Blushing, she said, "I want to keep that feeling from just now."
Makoto looked down at the dainty foot in his hand and fell into thought.
That wasn't part of his shooting plan.
Originally, he figured after seeing the photos and being satisfied, she would remember that expression herself.
But now she'd just handed him her foot.
And put it in his hand.
This wasn't something to do lightly.
Because Makoto would feel something.
And once he did, the atmosphere would shift.
For example, Yumiko's beautifully made-up face today clearly had moisturizing cream on it—it kept her skin soft and smooth.
And if Makoto activated the reward he got from Nino, the moisturizing effect would become seriously intense.
Still holding her delicate foot, he asked, "Are you sure you want to continue like this?"
"What's wrong?"
Yumiko asked curiously, then smirked and teased, "Don't tell me... you're getting shy?"
I'm not shy. I'm worried you will be.
Makoto accepted her plan.
The shoot resumed.
But this time, just as Makoto expected, the vibe started going off the rails.
He had originally wanted to finish the shoot seriously before making any moves.
After all, he had a thing for legs and feet.
But Yumiko had turned herself into the prey—she not only handed over her foot willingly, she also kept rubbing it now and then, reacting to the warmth of Makoto's hand.
That... was a problem.
Anyone watching would think they were flirting...
Makoto's once-clear gaze slowly turned clouded.
Simply put: he was feeling it.
[Nino's Gift] had been activated too.
Yumiko's breathing subtly changed—not as calm as before.
She felt her blood boiling, pulsing, and her restlessness bouncing in sync with it.
She didn't even know why she was suddenly like this—Makoto's hand warmth was something she now felt addicted to, greedy for.
That warmth expanded rapidly, rushing through her heart.
Without iron willpower, this sensation was impossible to resist.
Especially since she already liked Makoto.
Now that heat in her heart was being magnified, her gaze turned watery, dazed and alluring.
The next second, she suddenly lifted her other foot and placed it in Makoto's hand too.
The jackpot was still building!
Under Makoto's gaze, she blushed, parted her lips, and her voice trembled, "Like this... I can feel it more."
Then, as if trying to fool herself, she added, "I mean I can feel the right mood for better pictures."
Makoto was stunned.
Fuck. She's not even pretending anymore.
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