Chapter 3 We Keep Getting Lost

 


Translated: Sei, MTL-sensei-tachi
Edited: Sei, Grammarly no Danna

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Part 8

    Not long after that, Tsurayuki came back safely. Everyone went back to their normal work, and I was relieved to see that the days would be peaceful again.

    It wasn't until three nights later that I realized that this reassurance had been an assumption.

    "Shinoaki, I'm coming in...?"

    I knocked on the door at a regular time to check the progress of the CG.

    As usual, she answered, and I opened the door,

    "Whoa, it's hot!"

    There were no air conditioners in any of the rooms in the share house. However, oil fan heaters, which can be bought relatively cheaply, were placed in each room.

    It's the coldest time of the winter, and even though I know the heater is on, the indoor temperature is obviously too high. Why is this happening?

    "Shinoaki, that outfit...!"

    I don't know why, but Shinoaki was wearing a tank top and short-pants, just like in time for summer.

    "It was kind of hot, so I took it off."

    "It's the middle of winter now. I mean, why don't you just turn down the heat."

    I thought I gave her the most obvious advice but,

    "I don't know what you're talking about, Kyoya-kun."

    I was scowled at and that was the end of the story.

    "Mou……"

    I'll try not to think about what Shinoaki is thinking and change the subject for now.

    "So, the check of the CG...?"

    "Yeah, this and this..."

    The rough CG images on the screen are checked one by one.

    At first, it seemed difficult to draw the event CG within the frame itself, but now I'm used to it and I can see Shinoaki's own arrangement in the composition.

    The check went smoothly. There was nothing too complicated, so I thought it would be a breeze to finish today.

    (... I can't stop glancing at her)

    Something about Shinoaki's summery outfit was getting in the way of my eyes. Every time she took a breath, her full breasts would rise and fall. The tank top exposed her shapely breasts in all their glory, stirring something inside me.

    In addition to that, the raw legs that were lounging around were also bad. The tips of her feet and her tightly packed thighs made a strong impression on me every time I saw them.

    "Kyoya-kun... do you see it properly?"

    "I'm looking, I'm looking!"

    At the perfect moment, Shinoaki gave me a warning.

    In fact, there was a time when I was a little blinded by her body, and it was bad.

    "Phew, I guess that's it for... I guess."

    I finally finished checking everything. I felt several times more tired than usual.

    "Thank you for your hard work, Kyoya-kun"

    Shinoaki smiled and thanked me,

    "And I want a reference material for the pose."

    With that said, she came stomping down from her chair.

    "Pose?"

    "There's a lot of special stuff this time, but there's not a lot of material."

    Shinoaki handed me her phone,

    "I'll pose, Kyoya-kun will take the photo."

     "Okay, but... which pose?"

     "This is it"

    She operated the mouse and opened the CG document I had given her.

     "This is...!"

    On the screen was a CG of a woman with her back to me, with her hands and feet behind her back.

    "I've looked at a lot of materials, but I can't seem to find my own composition."

    Shinoaki quickly struck the same pose as the CG.

    And then, when she turned only her face toward me,

    "What are you doing? I need you to take a picture of me."

    "Y... Yeah"

    I held up the phone and put Shinoaki in the frame.

    In addition to having a lot of skin color components from the beginning, the pose is extremely sensual.
The photo of Shinoaki with her buttocks sticking out was a direct attack on me, but in a different way than its original purpose.

    (Honestly, I'd like to take a picture of it with my phone too... Kuh)

    As I took more and more pictures, I noticed that I was unconsciously moving closer and closer to the subject.

    "Kyoya-kun, aren't you getting a little too close?"

    "Ah, ah... I'm sorry!"

    I was sure that Shinoaki had found out about it.

    "Yeah, it’s okay. Take the photo properly."

    "O-Of course!"

    I keep telling myself that this is my job and keep taking pictures.

    (I mean, this photo)

    Then I realized one thing.

    The photos taken in this way would later be viewed by Shinoaki as materials.

    That's okay because it's necessary, but it also reveals in a direct way how I was looking at Shinoaki...

    (T-This is unusually embarrassing...!)

    …… I felt as if Shinoaki had set everything up for me from the moment I first entered the room. The way she was dressed, the individual shots, everything was designed to make me look at Shinoaki, or so I thought.

    (I think Shinoaki is becoming more and more aware of these things...)

    I was sweating a lot, and it was obviously not just because of the heater.