A slow, predatory grin spread across Yuna's face. The polite facade was shattered completely.
Her eyes gleamed with dark triumph. "Oh, is that so?" Her voice came out as a low hum that sent shivers down his spine.
She stalked toward him, hips swaying with newfound grace that seemed almost hypnotic. "I was wondering when you'd get to the point."
Mika just blushed. A delicate pink spread across her cheeks, beautiful against her pale skin.
But fire burned in her eyes, a dangerous and delighted light that contrasted sharply with her innocent expression.
"Lewd photos?" The words came out breathless. "I... I don't know if I'm ready for that."
Yuna laughed, sharp and humorless. "Oh, don't worry, little Marin." Her voice dripped honey and venom in equal measure.
She wrapped an arm around Mika's shoulders in a gesture that somehow managed to be both comforting and threatening at the same time. "Shizuku-tan will show you how it's done."
Their eyes met. A silent challenge passed between them, electric in its intensity.
"And I," Yuna announced, her voice jumping up in volume and cheer, "get to go first."
She spun to face him, wickedness dancing in her eyes. "Get your camera ready, big bro. And try not to drool on the lens!"
Makoto moved closer without thinking.
His hands seemed to move on their own, raising the camera, capturing her cleavage, her thighs, the curve of her ass through the costume.
Click. Click. Click. "Yeah, just like that. You should loosen the laces a little bit, but you don't have to take them off just yet." He directed while his hand was shaking.
Yuna moved with practiced grace. Her body became a canvas of pale skin and black lace, and she knew it.
She understood exactly what he wanted, exactly how to pose to make his heart pound and steal his breath.
"Like this?" The words came out as a purr.
She placed her hands on her knees, leaning forward. The position gave him a perfect view of her cleavage. The lace of her Shizuku-tan costume strained against her breasts, the delicate fabric barely containing them.
Then she turned, pressing her palms against the wall. Her back arched, creating a perfect heart shape with her ass in the tight lace. "Or like this?"
Her voice pitched higher, artificially cheerful.
She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes glinting. "Don't be shy, big bro. You should tell me exactly what you want."
From the corner, Mika watched everything.
Arms crossed, she maintained an expression of wide-eyed curiosity. But that fire still burned in her eyes.
She was learning. Studying. Waiting.
Makoto took a deep, shuddering breath. "Lovely."
The camera clicked rapidly as he moved around her, capturing every angle. His voice came out rougher than intended.
"Now you should take everything off. You can only leave the wig and the lenses on, Yuna. And you can only cover yourself with your hands."
Yuna's grin turned absolutely feral. "Finally. The main event."
She didn't simply remove the costume. No, she transformed it into a performance. A torturous striptease designed to drive him mad.
The ribbons came undone with a flick of her wrist. Black lace fell away to reveal the smooth expanse of her back.
Her fingers traced up her thighs as she unhooked the garters. The stockings peeled away with a soft hiss, leaving her legs completely bare.
The zipper made an obscene buzz in the quiet room as she pulled it down. Lace fell away. Her small breasts were perfect, nipples already hard.
She stepped out of the pooled fabric at her feet. Naked except for the lavender wig and those deep purple contacts.
Her hands moved to cover her breasts while she crossed her legs just enough to hide herself.
"Well?" Her voice came out as a growl. "Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to take the picture?"
Her eyes had become black holes of fury mixed with desperate desire.
The unspoken plea hung in the air between them: Look at me. Want me. Choose me.
Makoto licked his lips slowly, deliberately. "Gorgeous."
He leaned in closer, the camera capturing every detail, every curve and shadow.
His body screamed at him to push her down, take her right there on the floor. But he fought the urge. "Umm... that should be enough. You can... put your clothes back on now, Yuna."
A soft, frustrated hiss escaped her. "Enough? You haven't even touched me yet!"
Genuine disappointment flickered across her face before she relented. As she bent to retrieve her discarded costume, she made sure to give him one last view of her bare ass.
Then she disappeared into the bathroom.
Silence filled the room. The air hung heavy with her lingering perfume and the weight of unspoken desire.
Then came a soft, tentative voice.
"Is it my turn?"