The photo shoot was originally suggested by Ichika, and Makoto was happy to cooperate seriously, helping the girl get a few more satisfactory shots.
However, now the initiator, Ichika, felt very uneasy.
She did pose beautifully under Makoto's instructions, showing the lively charm of a youthful girl.
But the problem was, I don't want you to be this professional, Makoto!
And Yukino next to us, why are you folding your arms the whole time, occasionally showing a thoughtful expression and nodding?
It felt like I was really a model, Makoto was the photographer, and Yukino was the fashion magazine editor-in-chief.
That's not the kind of shoot I wanted.
I came here seeking excitement!
Ichika forced a smile but felt very frustrated inside.
She had even brought out her "trump card" school swimsuit, wearing no underwear, just pressing it lightly.
Her good figure was so tempting but still failed to break Yukino's defense—she ended up being just a model to be manipulated.
She remembered that Makoto took photography very seriously, so she couldn't interrupt him now.
It was definitely a case of "biting off more than I can chew."
…
"Finished shooting."
As Makoto put down the camera, Ichika hadn't even spoken yet when Yukino stepped forward: "Let me see."
Ichika pouted, thinking, what role do I even have right now?
Makoto seemed unaware and asked Yukino, "What do you think?"
"The skill level is high, and Ichika didn't make any mistakes," Yukino said, resting her chin on her hand, still in that serious thinking pose.
Makoto caught her meaning: "You want to learn this?"
Yukino calmly replied, "I'm just somewhat interested for now."
"In that case, you'll have to be my student. No one's better suited to teach you," Makoto said, leaning back playfully.
"Sorry, if I want to learn, I can manage on my own."
"But that's less efficient, and I don't think you'd like that."
"..."
Yukino was speechless.
Actually, she learned quickly, but Makoto had a treasure that excited her—a time loop.
Although she didn't know when the time loop would come, the fact that he could keep his memories from the loop was irresistible!
Last time in the time loop, she was not only learning photography from Makoto but also privately doing practice problems.
All to become a "natural exam genius" again and take first place in the grade.
In other words, as long as Makoto was willing to keep her memories, her progress in the time loop would be comprehensive.
For a girl eager to improve and change, the attraction was huge.
Their conversation caught Ichika's eye again, making her unhappy once more.
Just as she prepared to interrupt, Makoto came over with the camera: "You can take a look too. If there's anything you don't like, point it out so we can see if retouching is needed."
"Oh."
Ichika nodded.
Yukino stopped paying attention and went to the restroom.
…
At that moment, Makoto laughed softly: "You look a little unhappy."
Ichika gave a half-smile and said, "You're chatting and laughing with another girl while I'm just an audience—I'm definitely jealous."
She directly said the word "jealous."
Though her tone sounded like a joke.
This was actually her habitual way of teasing, to both her sister and Makoto.
Makoto lowered his voice: "Such a pity today."
"What's a pity?"
"You're dressed so brightly, but I didn't get to shoot the photos I was hoping for."
"Hm?"
Ichika, trying to hide her shyness, teased boldly: "What kind of photos do you want to take?"
Makoto didn't answer, lowered his head, activated auto-targeting, and aimed his eyes.
Ichika instantly understood.
Last time at the massage, she absolutely couldn't wear underwear!
"You're such a pervert, Makoto."
Ichika blushed but continued teasingly, "It's really a pity, but even if it is, it can't be helped. You meeting alone with Yukinoshita at home makes me unhappy."
Makoto: "But you said before you didn't mind?"
Ichika gave a charming smile: "I do mind."
"Got it."
Without another word, Makoto took her hand and walked toward the bedroom.
Ichika panicked: "Wait, what are you doing?"
"Come on, we're going inside. Next, we do a private shoot."
"No way!"
Private shooting just sounds bad.
If Yukino sees it, I'm done for!
Ichika blushed and forced herself to stand still, glaring at Makoto in embarrassment.
Then she couldn't help but laugh and muttered, "Really, I know you're joking. I should have taken the chance to scold you loudly."
Makoto looked puzzled: "When did I say I was joking?"
Ichika sulked and slipped into the bedroom.
High attack, low defense.
Yukino happened to come out of the restroom, wiping her palms, and calmly said: "Finished your little chat?"
"Almost," Makoto admitted.
Yukino glanced at the closed bedroom door, about to say something, but then saw Makoto staring straight at her.
Strangely, she felt a bit flustered.
But she kept calm: "What?"
Makoto said nothing, just sighed.
Yukino snorted: "If you're not going to say it, then don't."
She had just sat down when Makoto's voice sounded from behind: "When will you wear a school swimsuit for me?"
Yukino's hand holding a cookie stiffened, and she said calmly: "In your dreams."
Oh wow, the second young lady is getting tough?
Hope you can keep this tough attitude when we meet alone.
Makoto thought.
After the photos, Ichika changed back into her original clothes.
Although she wasn't fully satisfied because Yukino had been here, Makoto's mention of a "private shoot" proved her guess was right.
I'm actually very charming.
Ichika thought that next time, if there's a chance, a private shoot wouldn't be so bad.
After all, she was already embarrassed at the massage last time.
After they went out separately, Makoto followed Yukino to a high-end restaurant.
Not long after they sat down, Mrs. Yukinoshita, wearing a sleek black dress, arrived.
The "born model figure" of the Yukinoshita sisters was clearly inherited from her.
The well-tailored long dress fit perfectly on this mature woman, and the belt cinched at her waist clearly showed she maintained strict control over her figure.
The dress was conservative in style, with the hem almost covering her calves, only revealing a bit of skin above the ankles.
It was precisely that slight exposure of skin at the hem that allowed one to notice her wearing high-quality skin-colored stockings, paired with high heels, making her figure appear a bit taller.
"Makoto, you go ahead and order. Let me know what you like," Mrs. Yukinoshita said warmly after sitting down.
Makoto picked up the menu and gestured to Yukino, "What do you want to eat?"
Yukino was still a bit reserved in front of her mother, "Anything is fine."
Makoto looked up and said, "You know, answers like 'anything' or 'whatever' can definitely be headache-inducing for most people."
This guy is deliberately picking on me in front of my mother!
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