In the bedroom.
When Yumiko proactively lifted her leg and placed her other foot in Makoto's hand, the atmosphere had already changed.
What's more, during the shoot, her restlessness—and other factors—made her fidgety foot in Makoto's hand move around constantly, even rubbing against it.
For any man, that's a serious test.
Let alone someone like Makoto, who had been eyeing his prey like a hunter the whole time.
This time, Yumiko followed his instructions, sitting on the floor with her body turned to the side.
Her flushed face looked leftward as she posed seductively.
Originally, she should've had her black-stockinged legs stretched straight out—that would have photographed best.
But because of the heat building in her chest, Yumiko found that only resting her foot in Makoto's warm palm could slightly ease the feeling.
So instead of keeping her legs together, she used her feet to occasionally rub against Makoto's hand.
Which reminded Makoto of a certain classic dirty quote: "I'll just rub it a bit."
Yumiko was probably telling herself the same thing: Just a little, he won't get the wrong idea.
At this point, Makoto lowered his camera and sighed like he was troubled. "You're making things really difficult for me."
"Eh? Why?"
Yumiko obviously knew, but pretended not to.
Makoto pointed to the feet in his hand. "You keep moving your feet around. It's interfering with the shoot."
Yumiko's face flushed bright red. "I can't help it, okay? You can't expect me to keep holding my legs up the whole time—I'll cramp up!"
Whoa, you even prepared an excuse in advance?
Makoto couldn't help but chuckle. "Even if there's some logic to what you're saying, if you want to keep shooting, you can't keep doing that."
"What do you mean? You mean I can't snuggle up to you? No problem, I'll do my best not to," Yumiko replied quickly.
But Makoto shook his head. "What I mean is—you can't put your feet on me anymore."
Yumiko fell silent.
She had already guessed that.
But if she had to pull her feet back, the unbearable urge within her would be hard to contain.
Unlike Mayu, she wasn't brave enough to make a direct move.
In the end, being the shy one, she nodded in agreement.
So, under Makoto's direction, this time she leaned against the wall, turned her body sideways, and half-knelt with her upper body and flushed cheeks tilted upward.
And precisely because of this pose, her well-developed curves became even more apparent.
The short denim shorts under her loose top also came into view on camera.
As everyone knows, those short denim shorts are extremely tight-fitting.
Which means, if you don't have a good figure, wearing shorts like that will only reveal how lacking your body is.
But Yumiko was different.
Even with just a slight arch of her hips in this teasing pose, she already had the look of a plump, round ball.
Perhaps the heat within her was becoming unbearable again, and since she couldn't feel Makoto's warmth this time, her gaze grew more hazy, carrying a subtle allure.
Just as Makoto was acting with professional seriousness and had snapped a photo, she mischievously changed her pose.
She arched her back even more.
What was amusing was that after doing it, she sneaked a glance at Makoto.
When their eyes met, she immediately turned her head like a little hamster who had secretly stolen her owner's cake.
Makoto held back his laughter and asked, "You're doing things on your own again, you know that?"
Yumiko blinked guiltily. "Really? I just thought that pose was too tiring—this one's more relaxing."
Relaxing?
This is clearly more tiring, okay?
Makoto immediately raised his hand and gave her round hip a smack.
"Ah!"
Yumiko yelped, her face reddening as she gave him a glare that was both shy and annoyed.
"What was that for?"
Makoto: "If you don't behave, you get punished."
"But you can't just hit my…"
"Yumiko, you seem to be forgetting something. Every minute you waste delays the moment you get the photos you want."
"I—I get it."
Yumiko bit her lip, mumbling in embarrassment, "I'll behave, just don't hit me again."
The more she spoke, the softer her voice got.
But only she knew—when Makoto smacked her just now, she actually felt extremely excited.
It was like the heat in her chest had been released for a second—bringing a moment of bliss.
Even if it was just for one second, she was already addicted.
So although she agreed obediently and told him not to hit her again, during the rest of the shoot, her little provocations only increased…
As if she were silently telling Makoto: Come on, punish me again.
In other words: The Lower House overwhelmingly suppressed the Upper House.
As a professional photographer, Makoto naturally wouldn't indulge someone so disobedient.
He put down the camera and rolled up his sleeves.
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Five minutes later.
Yumiko lay on the ground, face flushed, eyes sparkling, her entire expression filled with lazy, sultry charm that practically overflowed.
Just now, she had paid the price for her disobedience.
She got spanked.
But she was happy about it.
And satisfied.
Though she still felt it wasn't enough.
That itching, restless feeling inside hadn't gone away yet.
Yumiko slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her gaze distant, yet she still muttered, "I'm not going to forget that you hit me today."
Makoto couldn't help but laugh. "I have to say, this pouty, stubborn look of yours is a whole different kind of adorable."
"Really?" Yumiko's pretend-pouting face immediately faded, replaced with a touch of pride.
So in his heart, she really was cute—really was attractive.
But the next second, she suddenly frowned, clutching her stomach with an uneasy expression.
"What's wrong?"
Makoto was concerned, but also confused. I hit her in the back, why is she holding the front?
Yumiko clutched her belly and mumbled awkwardly, "I think I drank too many cold drinks. I was at a café with friends all afternoon."
Makoto understood.
She probably had more than just one drink, and they likely snacked too. With the mix of cold and hot foods, it was no surprise her stomach started protesting.
"Let's call it a day then."
Makoto helped her to a chair and even helped her put her shoes back on.
Watching him do all that, Yumiko's cheeks grew hot, and her heart swelled with joy.
This feeling of being cared for—was simply wonderful.
She gazed at him, eyes soft. The restlessness in her chest hadn't faded. Impulsively, she whispered, "Actually, I'm fine. I can just massage it a bit myself."
Makoto, who had just placed the camera on the table, froze.
Why specifically mention "massage it a bit"?
He turned to look back at her. Seeing the girl trying to act nonchalant, though clearly hopeful, he instantly understood.
"Want me to do it?" he asked as he walked over.
"Mhm."
Yumiko didn't hesitate for even a second.
She even secretly made a peace sign in her heart.
Finally, she could relax again.
Aside from when she was being "punished," the rest of the time had felt like unbearable torment.
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