Chapter 187: Little Model, Freeze!

【Ding!】

【Choose now!】

【A: Obediently listen to Mashiro and be her model.】

【B: Reject Mashiro’s request and get turned into a stuffed doll by her.】

The System was causing trouble again…

Ah!

Himekoji let out a completely worn-out sigh—

What an utterly predictable life.

Compared to becoming a stuffed doll, he definitely chose to be a model…

“Alright, alright, got it. Just being a model does the trick, right?”

Akito felt utterly helpless.

“Naked ♂ body.”

“Let’s get this straight first. Being a model is fine. A naked ♂ body? Also fine. But only half-naked! Not completely ♂ naked! That would be way too embarrassing!”

The System hadn’t specified anything on this point anyway.

“Completely ♂ naked is fine.”

“Fine how exactly?!”

“I wouldn’t feel embarrassed.”

“Who cares about you?! I said, I would feel embarrassed!”

“Akito doesn’t need to be embarrassed. I won’t laugh at you.”

“It’s not like this is something you can just decide to be embarrassed about! And, you were planning to laugh at me?! Laugh at me for what? There’s nothing funny!”

Ignoring Akito’s ranting and grumbling, Mashiro kept her gaze fixed on him, a look of total concentration on her face.

“In that case… still no?”

Mashiro asked.

“No!!”

“I see. Well, that leaves me no choice.”

Hearing that, Akito heaved a sigh of relief. However, his relief was short-lived. Before the sigh even finished leaving his lungs, he saw Mashiro suddenly grab the hem of his shirt, pulling like she intended to take it off.

“H-hey! Shiina! That! What are you planning to do?!”

Akito was startled.

“Take it off.”

“Why are you taking my clothes off?!”

“If I take mine off too, then it should work, right?”

Mashiro adopted an expression that seemed to say, “Really, how troublesome.”

“Work your head! That means no!”

“You should have said that from the start.”

“Argh— I’m going crazy! ‘Work your head’ means it doesn’t work! And don’t talk in that ‘oh you’re so shy~~~’ tone either! Also, stop trying to take clothes off without hesitation! A young girl can’t simply expose herself in front of others!”

“Akito isn’t ‘others’. Akito is special.”

“Even if you say that, I won’t fall for it! I absolutely won’t ask right now how exactly I’m special! In your eyes, I’m probably just someone who gives you Baumkuchen, right!”

“Correct.”

“Ah!! Isn’t asking that practically the same as getting the answer?!”

Akito clutched his head, sinking into painful frustration.

“That ‘correct’ of yours is going to make me question my entire existence all night! And seriously, stop taking things off!”

After goodness knows how many attempts to stop her, Mashiro finally halted.

“Then… will you help me?”

“Help you with what?”

“Take it off.”

Akito: “……”

And so, hadn’t the conversation looped right back to the beginning?

To take it off, or not to take it off?

The big choice people have to make in life—

“Fine! I’ll take them off! I’ll take them off, okay!”

Akito steeled himself, gritting his teeth.

“But let me be clear—the underwear stays on! That’s the bottom line!”

“I’ll take your underwear off.”

Mashiro clenched her little fist, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

“What kind of messed-up sense of balance is that?! Are you out of your mind?! Listen carefully: Absolutely not! NO ONE takes off my underwear!”

“……”

So Mashiro puffed out her cheeks and fell silent.

“Don’t puff out your cheeks! Why do you look so dissatisfied?!”

(Though Mashiro puffing out her cheeks was super cute…)

“Because that part is important.”

“That part? Your manga shouldn’t need to go that far, right?!”

“You’re just not confident, aren’t you?”

Mashiro’s gaze suddenly flicked down towards Akito’s crotch area.

“Not confident?! About what?! You’re saying I’m not confident there? Hey! Wait! You better explain yourself! I’m telling you, that’s slander! I’ll sue you for defamation!”

Dammit, he was actually being underestimated by this girl?!

Unbelievable!

“Take it off.”

“No!”

Take that! How dare you say I’m not confident! Hmph!

【Take it off!】 (System)

“……”

Hmm… alright. Faced with the choice of “take it off” versus “don’t take it off,” Akito finally chose to take them off.

He quickly pulled off his T-shirt and sweatpants. Standing in only a pair of boxer shorts, he wrapped his arms around his now bare upper body, retreating into a corner of the room and trembling.

“Oh… by the way… wouldn’t photos or videos work too? If you just need a picture of a guy’s naked ♂ body…”

Suddenly, Himekoji thought of this matter.

“No.”

But Mashiro denied it flatly.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t know the feel.”

“Huh?”

It seemed like he had heard something shocking. Himekoji widened his eyes instantly, feeling a bit dazed.

“Because I can’t touch.”

So, looking at that Himekoji, Mashiro explained again carefully.

At this point, Himekoji finally got it!

So this girl not only wanted to look but also to touch?

I won’t let you touch me! You jerk!

“Ah, I just remembered—I seem to have something super important to do. Please let me leave now!”

Himekoji quickly grabbed his T-shirt, trying to pull it back on and run away. But Mashiro seized the sleeve and held him back.

“Knowing the texture is very important. Only then can the drawing look alive.”

Mashiro lifted her small head straight at Himekoji. Her eyes were clear and pure, like a deer’s, with no bad thoughts.

Under that gaze, Himekoji froze for a second, his mind calm down strangely.

All Mashiro wanted was to make her manga great.

She wasn’t joking or tricking him.

To her, doing things this intense to draw well—Himekoji couldn’t get it at all.

But that was exactly why she was Mashiro.

Mashiro, who lived only for art.

…

“I get it. What should I do?”

In the end, Himekoji chose to help her.

Like they say—sacrifice yourself for a bigger cause!

“Lie down.”

Mashiro pointed to the bed.

Himekoji felt a bit against lying on someone else’s bed.

But then again, didn’t Mashiro sleep under the desk every day? So the bed must be unused.

Thinking that, he made up his mind!

He lay down on his back without his shirt on, waiting for Mashiro’s next step.

Then, without any warning, Mashiro suddenly got on her knees and straddled Himekoji’s stomach!

“Hey, wait! What are you doing?”

“You…”

Mashiro said calmly.

“Are you going to do me?”

Himekoji was shocked by Mashiro’s plain words!

“Be quiet. Don’t move.”

Oh, so she hadn’t finished talking…

That’s good, that’s good! He was scared silly!

After saying that, Mashiro, sitting on Himekoji, shut her mouth and stayed silent.

The girl reached out her long, thin fingers. She touched Himekoji’s stomach lines softly and with focus.

At that moment, Himekoji shivered despite himself.

His body shook slightly from a strange, secret-like pleasure. It felt stiff and tight on the outside from nervousness, but inside it got all loose and light, like stepping on clouds.

[Ding!]

{Pleasure has been bumped up!}

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