"You're like a natural model, Mrs. Kimura; this nightgown looks beautiful on you!"
"Oh, no..."
Yumiko Kimura's cheeks flushed deeper at the compliment, her hands covering her vibrant face. Her voluptuous legs shifted shyly as she playfully protested, feeling increasingly bashful.
The gentle swaying of her figure caused the hem of the nightgown to flutter, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her thighs that only piqued curiosity.
Licking her increasingly dry lips, Ito Yoshito smiled warmly.
"I mean it! Mrs. Kimura, your figure is truly enchanting in that nightgown."
"Stop flattering me, Yoshito... I'm a married woman now, and my figure isn't what it used to be. Look, I've got a little belly."
Under Ito's praise, Yumiko's heart raced. Excitement coursed through her, causing her to momentarily forget her shyness. She gently pressed a sheer fabric down to reveal a hint more of her belly, playfully displaying it to Ito.
"Go ahead, feel it; I really have gained some softness here."
It's funny how people tend to highlight their flaws even more when they receive compliments. In this strange psychological twist, Yumiko momentarily forgot her embarrassment and leaned closer to Ito, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her soft waist.
His warm hand grazed around her navel, and despite the thin layer of fabric, her soft belly felt plush and comforting to the touch.
Startled by the rough sensation, Yumiko blinked before realizing what she had just done.
The sensation caused her voluptuous legs to tense involuntarily as her slender calves trembled. She bit her full, red lips, stifling a soft moan as her head tilted up, locking eyes with the boy's intense gaze.
"Mm~"
A current of electricity seemed to flow through her body, igniting her sensitive nerves, inexplicably exciting Yumiko and sapping her strength, making it hard for her to suppress the rising heat within.
"Thud~"
"Mm~!"
Her soft body collided against Ito's robust frame, eliciting another muffled groan from her lips.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Kimura?" Ito asked.
"I'm… I'm fine..."
Yumiko, feeling weak, nestled into Ito's embrace. The familiarity of the position and his warm scent made her reminisce about that enchanting night when she had buried herself in his strong chest.
Outside, birds chirped as if sharing the frustrations of the scorching summer heat, singing out their feelings of restlessness.
"Shhh~~"
The silky fabric slid against Yumiko's delicate abdomen under Ito's large hand, making a soft, shy sound as he kneaded her plush belly. He bent close, whispering softly in her ear.
"Mrs. Kimura, are you interested in doujinshi as well?"
The warmth of his breath tickled her ear, stirring something deep within her soul.
Hearing his question, Yumiko hesitantly lifted her head, looking at Ito with confusion.
"Dou...jin...shi...?"
"Yeah, it's that magazine on the shelf. That's a doujinshi—comics based on beloved characters."
"Is that so... Wait, you saw the magazine on the shelf?!"
Yumiko's eyes widened in surprise. The embarrassment flushed her ears a rosy hue, and her damp gaze grew misty. Her lips quivered as she stammered.
"I-I'm not... I'm not that kind of woman. That magazine..."
"I know, Mrs. Kimura. You must like the character Minamoto no Yorimitsu, which is why you bought the magazine."
Seeing her flustered state, Ito gave her an out.
"Y-Yes, I like the character Minamoto no Yorimitsu, but I absolutely do not like what's in that magazine!"
Yumiko spoke in a panic, unwittingly revealing more than she intended.
'Maybe I like being treated a bit roughly...'
A strange light flickered in Ito's eyes as a smirk played on his lips, deep and alluring like a bottomless abyss.
'Mrs. Kimura...'
"What... what is it?"
Still reeling from embarrassment, Yumiko fumbled her answer.
"Could you help me with a small favor?" After a brief pause, Ito continued.
"A friend gifted me a camera, and as a thank you, she asked me to take some photos for her. However, I don't have much experience with photography, and the results haven't been great. Since you're quite interested in doujinshi, I'd like to ask if you would be my model for practice... If you're willing, of course."
"Um, can I really do that?"
"Don't sell yourself short. Mrs. Kimura, may I call you Yumiko?"
Ito smiled slightly, withdrawing his hand from her tummy. He gently held her smooth shoulder, looking seriously into her eyes.
His gaze sparkled like bright stars, reflecting Yumiko's current allure, making her feel bashful. She shyly turned her head to avoid his eyes, softly mumbling.
"Mm…"
"Hehe~ Yumiko, you don't have to undermine your charm. I'm truly captivated by you. If you could model for me, I'd be really happy!"
"Really...?"
"Really, because I really like you, Yumiko!"
"Y-Like?!"
Yumiko's body tensed, her heart drumming rapidly as sweat beads formed in her palms. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile, reminiscent of sweet honey.
She awkwardly turned away from Ito's burning gaze, her lovely face flushing a vibrant hue as her delicate arm lightly pressed against his chest.
"D-Don't say that, Yoshito~ I'm a married woman!"
Noticing her response, Ito raised an eyebrow slightly. There was ambiguity in Yumiko's reaction—she didn't outright reject him!
But what mattered most now was convincing Yumiko to agree to be his model. It would serve as a bridge for their future interactions.
"Yumiko~ Have you made up your mind?"
Ito's abrupt change of topic took Yumiko by surprise, leaving her uncertain about his true intentions. Was his affection purely innocent, or did it carry romantic undertones? If the former, she felt like she wanted to disappear into a hole out of sheer embarrassment!
Yumiko pressed her lips tightly together, feeling like a swarm of ants crawling restlessly in her stomach, producing an itch that couldn't be ignored.
'What does Yoshito really think of me...? No doubt he must feel something, or he wouldn't respond to me... But whenever it reaches a crucial point, he changes the subject. What is he really thinking...?'
"Yumiko?" Ito waved a hand in front of her eyes, pulling her back from her thoughts.
"Ah, um, yes. If I can help you, I'm more than willing."
"Yay, thank you, Yumiko~ Oh, by the way, just call me Yoshito."
"Yoshito..."
Like a joyful little piglet, Ito leaned in and nuzzled her neck, his tousled hair lightly brushing against her sensitive skin, causing her to feel ticklish warmth.
"Mm~"
Perhaps from the heat of the embrace, a thin sheen of sweat formed on Yumiko's forehead. A droplet gathered and slowly traced its way down her cheek into her mouth, reminiscent of the fine wine from the god Dionysus—just a single drop made her feel dizzy, her complexion turning rosy with dreamy eyes that seemed to draw him in.
Yumiko let out a soft whimper, wrapping her arms around Ito's heads, her dazed gaze drifting to the window as her mind mingled with the flowing winds, wondering:
'Yoshito, what are you really thinking...?'