Ichika had obviously come prepared today.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought a school swimming lesson one-piece swimsuit.
A girl with her well-developed figure wearing a one-piece swimsuit would definitely create a huge visual impact.
Just imagining that scene was a bit risqué.
That's why Makoto said the one-piece swimsuit is civilized.
He checked the time deliberately; even if he took several more photos of Ichika, there would still be enough time.
"Makoto, please!"
Ichika still holding the swimsuit, her face showing a shy girl's unique blush and an unsure, perhaps acted, anticipation:
"You already took nice photos of Nino and Itsuki, so you can't leave me out."
Yukino, who had been silent all along, suddenly interrupted:
"Wait, I talked with Itsuki. She said you two took photos together at the bookstore before. That's when she realized Makoto's photography skills were so good."
Ichika smiled warmly: "Yeah, but I want photos with a different style."
Yukino raised an eyebrow: "Different style?"
Ichika nodded cheerfully: "Although Makoto's photos look great, all of our styles are the same. That can't satisfy what I want."
Yukino didn't reply but glanced at Makoto: "What do you think?"
"There's enough time," Makoto answered.
Yukino wasn't surprised.
She could even imagine that even if there wasn't enough time, Ichika probably had other reasons.
Thinking carefully, a girl with such a sexy figure wearing a one-piece swimsuit would definitely attract any boy's attention...
Wait.
Yukino suddenly found a blind spot.
She instinctively looked at Ichika's expectant face.
For her to so openly show off this style of swimsuit, could it be that she wanted to flaunt her figure in front of me?
When Makoto went back inside to get the camera, Yukino asked, "Ichika, can I take a look at your bag?"
"Bag? Sure."
Ichika handed it over generously.
Yukino peeked inside.
Sure enough, there were two more outfits in there.
And both were normal types.
Not that the swimsuit itself was abnormal.
But for a girl to suddenly pull out a swimsuit at a boy's house for a photo shoot, that was very unusual.
Ichika choosing the swimsuit over the other two dresses in her bag already said a lot.
Yukino maintained her calm expression and decided to see how things would develop.
Makoto came back with the camera, and Ichika went to change in the bedroom.
He muttered to himself: "If Ichika wants photos in a different style, she should have told me earlier. Time is a bit tight today, which affects my performance."
Yukino's beautiful eyes glanced at him: "Do you really think that?"
"Why not?" Makoto looked over.
Yukino's gaze was cold and emotionless: "I have reason to doubt you're lying."
"Why?"
"No matter how you look at it, the happiest person about Ichika changing into a swimsuit should be you."
After saying this, Yukino was about to observe Makoto's reaction and see how he would reply.
Unexpectedly, Makoto fell silent and gave Yukino a strange look.
He looked at her for nearly three seconds, and Yukino couldn't help but ask, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Makoto pinched his chin as if thinking: "So this is what you look like when you're jealous."
Then, to Yukino's stunned expression, he praised, "I have to say, it suits you."
Yukino's chest heaved: "I've discovered another one of your stupid sides."
"Stupid?"
"Guessing a girl's feelings on your own and acting so sure about it—that's stupidity, isn't it?"
"Or am I wrong?"
"..."
This time Yukino didn't respond.
Jealous?
She could deny it.
But the uncomfortable feeling inside was real.
Soon, Ichika came out of the bedroom.
She really changed into that swimsuit.
And now she looked a bit flushed, shyly stepping forward with her long, white legs.
Makoto and Yukino could both tell she wasn't faking it.
After all, the school's swimming classes were segregated by gender; when wearing this swimsuit at school, she was surrounded by girls, so she naturally wouldn't feel awkward.
But today was different.
Neither Makoto nor Yukino could hide their gazes since she came out of the bedroom.
Makoto was admiring.
Yukino's expression was neutral; it was hard to guess what she was thinking.
"I feel like I might be a little impulsive."
Ichika walked up to them, her blush deepening.
This one-piece swimsuit fit her body perfectly.
Without socks or any cover, her pale legs were fully exposed—the shapely calves, full and rounded thighs, delicate white feet, all unobstructed.
Most importantly, this type of outfit was hard to wear with underwear.
Otherwise, straps and marks would be obvious, making it look unattractive and even ruining the swimsuit's silhouette.
So the conclusion was that Ichika was not wearing underwear.
This outfit perfectly showed off her curves, and combined with her shy blush, who could resist?
"Absolutely perfect," Makoto gave his highest praise.
Ichika immediately beamed happily: "Really? That's good. I was a little embarrassed to come out after changing."
Then she turned to Yukino: "Yukinoshita-san, what do you think?"
She took two steps forward.
Makoto felt dizzy.
As for Yukino, she was much colder: "Before I answer your question, may I ask if you genuinely want to hear my opinion or if you just want to flaunt your figure?"
"Can't it be both?" Ichika responded generously. "I always think that girls having a good figure is something to be proud of."
"It's definitely worth being proud of. But if you want to show off to me, I can only tell you this: It's just useless fat.
I never care about that, nor do I have the energy to care about meaningless things like that."
When Yukino said this, her tone and eyes were as cold as ice.
After seeing through Ichika's intention to get close to her face, she showed her own aggression.
She had just been silent, saving her strength.
"Yukino, what you said is biased," Makoto interjected.
Yukino crossed her arms and shot a sharp gaze at him: "If you want to make comments from a guy's perspective, I have no interest."
Makoto thought, I'm a man, so of course I'm looking at this from a man's perspective. You're not going to ask me to say, 'How can you assume my gender?' Are you?
At that moment, Ichika approached Yukino and suddenly bent down.
Yukino leaned back uncomfortably and looked up: "What are you doing?"
Ichika smiled sweetly: "What you just said was interesting. Can I understand it as you actually care, but just don't want to admit it?"
Yukino, as if unable to stand it, groaned: "Did someone infect you? How can you say something so stupid?"
Ichika's smile didn't change: "If it's Yukinoshita-san, I can let you touch."
Yukino was stunned.
She thought her ears were malfunctioning.
Ichika noticed her reaction and continued: "I think we're friends, so if you want to touch, I don't mind."
Makoto: I mind.
This time Yukino really couldn't take it anymore.
With a cold expression, she reached out and pushed Ichika's face away.
At the same time, she said with extreme coldness, "If you really want to take pictures, please don't waste time. Fushimi and I are about to go out."
After saying that, she looked impatiently at Makoto: "You'd better hurry up. Don't waste time."
"Understood."
Makoto made an OK gesture.
Ichika immediately felt a bit disappointed.
Couldn't she even expose a weakness this way?
Yukino's calm and unflappable attitude, as if she could never be broken, really made Ichika feel it was a tough challenge.
Ichika had another idea: if later I deliberately let Makoto touch my body and guide me to pose, would she show a side of herself that's angry and off-guard?
Just as she was eager to try, Yukino's cold voice rang out: "Your expression is very rude."
She reined in her thoughts, and before she could speak, Yukino stared straight into her eyes and said coldly, "I'm reminding you, don't keep testing the edge of self-destruction."
They were all in the same club, usually got along fine, and she was quite close with Ichika's sister, Itsuki, so Yukino didn't want to cause a scene for now.
Such a strong aura!
Ichika was stunned.
But then Makoto's voice came: "Yukino means she wants to wear a school swimsuit too."
Yukino glared.
That one sentence shattered the aura she had just gathered.
But then she thought of something.
This guy never hides his thoughts about me. So when he said that, did it mean he really wanted to see me wear a school swimsuit?
Yukino thought it was very likely.
Just as Ichika was walking away, she saw Makoto make a mouthing gesture at her.
It meant: I want to see.
I guessed it right!
Yukino rolled her eyes disdainfully but didn't even bother to reply this time.
You want me to wear a swimsuit for you?
In your next life.
Yukino thought resolutely.
During the rest of the photo shoot, Makoto was completely in "work mode."
Just like he had said before to Nino and Yumiko, photography is an art.
Of course, this was only one reason for his serious attitude.
The other reason was that Yukino had been watching closely the entire time.
That focus, that expression—she was exactly like a wife watching her husband.
Even Yukino herself hadn't noticed this.
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