Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

In terms of photographic technique alone, Aya Shameimaru is undoubtedly a master photographer.

While the Leica M3 is a classic, as a product from a bygone era, its features certainly can't compare to the latest models. For one thing, the Leica M3 lacks a metering function.

This means that photographers using the Leica M3 must use their experience to perceive the changes in light and shadow within the lens and use their skills to control the exposure of the camera film. Otherwise, the resulting photos will definitely have exposure problems.

At best, underexposure results in a completely dark image; at worst, it leads to excessive brightness, distorting the original colors. In the worst cases, it results in a blurry, completely worthless photograph. From this perspective alone, Aya Shameimaru's perception and use of light in photography surpasses that of the vast majority of people.

Also, don't forget that Aya Shameimaru's photography was done candidly, which is far more sophisticated than the staged photos taken by most people. This means that Aya Shameimaru had to use a Leica M3 without a metering function, relying on her experience and skill to capture unexpected news at the right moment. Sometimes, she even had to take her photos under rudimentary conditions while moving at high speed.

From this perspective, Aya Shameimaru is probably one of the most qualified people to say that.

"The techniques of photography are something you gearheads simply can't understand!"

With a trembling voice, Aya Shameimaru pointed at Momo, appearing righteous and completely ignoring Momo's allure. Unfortunately, her trembling body, mournful face, and bobbing throat completely betrayed Aya Shameimaru's thoughts at that moment.

Indeed, Aya Shameimaru is a master in terms of technique, and she deserves to be called a technician rather than a gadget enthusiast. However, this does not mean that Aya Shameimaru is a martyr for pursuing technique at the expense of equipment.

The reason she only uses a Leica M3 is obvious: it's the only Leica M3 she owns!

The Leica M3 is clearly a human creation, although Momo doesn't know the exact era or technological state of the world that Gensokyo originally belonged to. But since the Leica M3 has appeared, Momo will assume that that world shares many similarities with the worlds he has already experienced.

Since that world had the Leica M3, there's no reason why it wouldn't have the Leica M4, Leica M5, and many more newer models. Even if the Leica brand in that world went bankrupt for some reason and didn't produce any follow-up products, there are other brands of cameras besides Leica, and they naturally have products that can rival or even surpass the Leica M3.

This means that if Aya Shameimaru could really communicate with the outside world of Gensokyo and obtain the products she wanted, or if the tengu and kappa in Youkai Mountain were capable of manufacturing cameras, then Aya Shameimaru would have no reason not to replace her Leica M3 with a newer product.

The Leica M3, a classic of its generation, is excellent for collecting and reminiscing about the past. However, when used for actual field work, the difference in equipment is something no photographer can ignore. This is a difference brought about by the times, not just a minor difference in the equipment itself, resulting in a slight difference in feel.

Furthermore, given Aya Shameimaru's dedication to journalism, there's no reason for her to cling to her Leica M3 forever. Once new equipment becomes available that would make Aya Shameimaru's photos even better, Momo believes that Aya Shameimaru would definitely try to get her hands on the latest equipment, even if it meant resorting to trickery and deception.

Before dedicating oneself to the noble ideal of journalism, one should discard all notions of integrity and reputation!

However, Aya Shameimaru did not do that; she only had a Leica M3.

The conclusion is obvious: although the Tengu live a modern life on Youkai Mountain and the Kappa even possess advanced technology more powerful than humans, to use a popular phrase, the sheer number of Kappa and their living environment clearly make it impossible for them to have a complete industrial chain and produce all kinds of products.

It's not that the kappa lacks the technology, but rather that even if the kappa could develop better products, they wouldn't have the time or energy to do so, or they simply wouldn't be interested in researching the upgrading of a camera.

Regardless of the specific circumstances, this illustrates that the reason Aya Shameimaru became a master of tailing using a Leica M3 was simply because she only had a Leica M3. Her extraordinary photography skills were an adaptive skill forced out of her harsh reality.

Therefore, when Momo presented a series of brand-new and exquisite cameras to Aya Shameimaru, and when the cameras Momo brought were enough to bring Aya Shameimaru a brand-new and beautiful photography experience, Aya Shameimaru had no reason not to be tempted, no reason not to yearn for them.

If it weren't Momo holding those cameras, but someone else, Aya Shameimaru would have long since abandoned her integrity and dignity, shamelessly clinging to their leg on the ground.

It was only because the person standing in front of Aya Shameimaru was Momo, and because of Momo's strength and what Momo and Reimu Hakurei had done, that Aya Shameimaru was able to barely maintain her last shred of rationality.

Aya Shameimaru clearly realized that if she gave in to Momo, she would not only abandon her integrity and dignity, but also her chastity, her life as a demon, and even her future career in journalism would be affected.

After all, Aya Shameimaru certainly wouldn't be allowed to work while heavily pregnant or carrying an egg during the egg-incubating period, right?

No, we cannot give in!

At this moment, Aya Shameimaru relentlessly battled the desires within her, constantly building a wall of will to encase her trembling heart in steel. Only in this way could Aya Shameimaru hold back her tears, preventing herself from weeping over the departure of those beloved children.

Poor camera kids, it's not that your mother, Aya Shameimaru, doesn't want you, but Momo is too cunning. Aya Shameimaru believes she is no match for Momo, and if she's not careful, she'll lose her whole life!

"In short, give me back my camera. I don't want your things, I don't want anything. No matter how great the temptation, it can't shake the unwavering resolve of Aya Shameimaru!"

At this moment, Aya Shameimaru, whose will was gradually surging, seemed to have even deceived herself. She straightened her chest, overcame the temptation of the beautiful figures in the cameras, and stared directly at Momo without any hesitation, demonstrating her courage through this action.

Unfortunately, her courage was met with a mocking smile from Mo Mo. It seemed that Aya Shameimaru's reserve and resistance were nothing more than childish posturing in Mo Mo's eyes.

Shameimaru Aya's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted, "What...what does that smile mean? What kind of scheme are you plotting? I will never fall for it, I will never give in, give up!"

"Wenwen, a loud voice doesn't mean you have enough courage. You and I both know this is a fatal temptation for you, so why do you have to refuse? Wouldn't it be better to just give in to me?"

"I think you witnessed Rin's joy and understood my strength during your spying this afternoon. Don't you really want to find a husband who will stay by your side forever, never leaving you, for your thousand years of lonely demon life?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Shameimaru Aya hugged her shoulders and shook her head hurriedly. If she could, she really wanted to throw 100,000 "friend zone" cards at Mo Mo's face and then walk away. But not now. Although Shameimaru Aya could resist the temptation of the Leica M series family, she at least wanted to get her Leica M3 back.

Otherwise, how can she, a journalist, survive without a camera? If she really can't get it back, wouldn't she be on the same level as her competitor who sits at home editing news?

That won't do!

She, Aya Shameimaru, is a true frontline reporter!

A responsible journalist is one who will create news even when there isn't any!

"Give me back my camera right now!"

Aya Shameimaru's voice sounded like she was about to throw a tantrum on the ground at the slightest provocation. Faced with the unpredictable Momo, Aya was genuinely worried about her poor Leica M3. That bastard Momo, would he really decide to break her and her Leica M3 up?

“Okay,” Mo Mo shrugged and said, “I understand. The reason you rejected my advances must be because my dowry was too simple. How could a single camera satisfy you? So, Wenwen, this is what I want to give you.”

"Snapped."

Momo snapped his fingers.

"Give up. No matter what you offer, it won't change my mind. How could I, Aya Shameimaru, possibly bow down for a mere dozen or so cameras..."

Shameimaru Aya resolutely refused Mo Mo again, but this time, her voice was drowned out by everything that crashed down before her eyes.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With a series of booming sounds, rows of enormous, multi-tiered display cases descended from the sky, each with over a hundred display windows measuring 40 centimeters square. They formed a wall around Aya Shameimaru and Momo, surrounding them at the center.

However, it wasn't too late. Such a small display was absolutely not enough to completely stun Aya Shameimaru, let alone... dazzle her!

Clusters of crystalline white light appeared in each display window, and then, in Aya Shameimaru's increasingly confused gaze, coalesced into cameras with distinct eras and unique design styles.

From the oldest pinhole camera to what could be called the true beginning of the camera—actually a handmade device consisting of two wooden boxes with an exposure time of thirty minutes, known as the daguerreotype camera; from the old-fashioned mechanical camera familiar to Aya Shameimaru; to the digital camera of the new era, and so on—it has everything.

Looking around, at least a thousand cameras formed the perfect exhibition platform, all displayed before Aya Shameimaru's eyes. This included various specialized cameras, such as pinhole cameras, button cameras, and even a quantum camera designed by Momo himself, composed entirely of quantum light.

Is that all?

This is not finished!

At the outermost edge of the exhibition booths, there are various specialized devices to assist in photography. These include special robots that can be controlled at will and adapt to various environments; intelligent robots that can assist Shameimaru in taking photos, printing, and even writing articles; and even high-resolution photography satellites that can be launched into space at a moment's notice. They are categorized and are not cameras, but they have crucial derivative significance for photography.

This was the gift Momo had brought out—a betrothal gift for Aya Shameimaru. Everything Momo could think of related to photography was laid out in front of Aya Shameimaru.

"Wenwen."

Mo Mo, with an amused smile on her lips, walked up to Aya Shameimaru, who was turning her head and looking dazed, and handed the camera back to her.

"Now can you tell me, is it this Leica M3 that you're losing, or everything around us? If you agree, it's all yours."

The gentle voice was like a devil's whisper, causing Aya Shameimaru to tense up abruptly. She slowly turned her head to look at Mo Mo, who was right in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Clearly, Mo Mo's utterly unreasonable and extravagant spending spree instantly shattered Aya Shameimaru's imagination, leaving her brain in a state of utter bewilderment. And with her consciousness so severely damaged, the walls of self-protection she had built up were completely destroyed.

When a person's self-defense mechanisms completely disappear, all that remains are their most primal desires. Although Aya Shameimaru is a yokai, on a mental level, she's probably quite similar to a human. Therefore, at this moment, Aya Shameimaru finally displays the passion she should have for photography.

No longer worrying about her future, no longer worrying about her chastity, she even let go of her wariness and fear of Momo, leaving only a simple and beautiful love for photography.

"Come on, Wenwen, why suppress yourself? It's not like it's anything shameful. For example, this afternoon, Rin and I openly let you enjoy the view for the whole afternoon, didn't we?"

"You need to learn to open your heart and show your truest self. Only then can you live easily and happily, face yourself and everything around you, and enjoy the highest pleasure."

"Tell me, Wenwen, tell me your choice!"

As Mo Mo finished speaking, Aya Shameimaru finally moved.

At this moment, nothing can stop Aya Shameimaru from pursuing her love and hobbies. She wants to hold her most precious and favorite things in her arms, leaving no room for anything else.

To Mo Mo's surprise, Aya Shameimaru charged straight at him, opened her arms, and crouched down to hug Mo Mo's waist. Then, the immense force and momentum carried Mo Mo backward, causing him to crash into a display case and land on the ground with a thud.

Shameimaru Aya remained tightly embracing Momo's leg, burying her face in his waist. Her head swayed slightly, and Momo felt her lips moving, exhaling warm breath. He immediately understood that Shameimaru Aya was stammering something.

Mo Mo was both annoyed and amused, not understanding why Aya Shameimaru was suddenly putting on such a show, so he asked with a smile, "What exactly are you doing?"

Aya Shameimaru kept her head buried between Mo Mo's legs, showing no intention of looking up. After a few seconds, she slightly raised her head, giving herself a little space to speak, and whispered, "I...I'll bow down to you, okay?"

152 This thing... just bite it off!

After speaking, Aya Shameimaru noticed Mo Mo's ambiguous smile. Her face burning, she instantly understood; at that moment, her entire face probably turned a cute, bright red.

Realizing this, Aya Shameimaru no longer had the courage to face Momo. She simply buried her head in Momo's lap again, hugging Momo tightly with both arms, looking as if she was determined not to get up.

Aya Shameimaru knew very well that this behavior couldn't last. Since Momo had broken down Aya's defenses with his abilities and made Aya decide to contact Momo, the two of them needed to communicate openly and honestly about some issues.

However, what one should do is one thing, but it's also human nature for reason to be defeated by emotion. For Aya Shameimaru, who is a thousand years old, to face this kind of flustered shyness and strange feeling of wanting to turn around and run away for the first time, the fact that she was able to bravely rush up and hug Momo was already a sign of her strong will.

Of course, this could also be interpreted as Aya Shameimaru being unwilling to leave so many adorable camera babies behind. She preferred to confront her own shyness rather than let them go.

If Momo changes his mind and doesn't give her these cameras, she will definitely regret it for a thousand years!

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh—"

Aya Shameimaru buried her face in Momo's lap, still stammering something. Unfortunately, even with Momo's exceptional hearing, she couldn't understand what Aya Shameimaru was trying to say, given her off-key speech.

Perhaps, at the moment, Aya Shameimaru is still in a state of incoherent speech, and she herself doesn't even know what she's saying.

Mo Mo sighed helplessly. Aya Shameimaru's performance was a bit unexpected, but also reasonable.

Momo had originally planned that if these things still couldn't impress Aya Shameimaru, she would simply build a skyscraper in Gensokyo and name it the Aya News Building as her final trump card. However, Aya Shameimaru clearly didn't know much about cameras, and she gave in to the few things Momo had presented, which saved Momo a lot of trouble.

He reached out and patted Aya Shameimaru's head, gently stroking the back of his skull. Aya, who had been stammering, instantly fell silent, becoming very quiet, as if savoring the warmth of Mo Mo's hand.

Although her body was still trembling slightly, whether from discomfort or from the excitement of agreeing to Momo's request, it was clear that Aya Shameimaru was trying to accept Momo, this guy who had so rudely intruded into her demon life.

Aya Shameimaru's arms, which were wrapped around Mo Mo's waist, gradually loosened their grip, clearly indicating that she was also adjusting to the closeness with Mo Mo. The two seemed to slowly immerse themselves in this strange posture and the momentary silence, their soft breathing and heartbeats communicating with each other.

Suddenly, Aya Shameimaru moved. She nudged something on her lips with the tip of her pen, looking impatient.

If he could, Aya Shameimaru really wanted to hold Momo like this, motionless, until he figured out how to face her. An embrace could be a symbol of intimacy, or it could be Aya's way of controlling his position with Momo, maintaining a subtle distance between them.

But Aya Shameimaru couldn't hold back any longer.

She wrapped her arms around Mo Mo's waist, pressed her chest against his knees, and buried her face between his waist and thighs. It wasn't that Aya Shameimaru had a particular fondness for this position; rather, she had instinctively found a hollow where she could completely bury her face.

At first, this area did allow her to easily bury her entire face, as it formed a harmonious triangular groove. Apart from her forehead being pressed against something strange, everything was normal.

But now, the strange thing that was originally pressed against her forehead seems to have come alive. It has not only grown longer and thicker, but it is also pounding on Aya Shameimaru's cheek in the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Aya Shameimaru maintained this posture because she didn't want to face Momo directly; she was seeking refuge, not suffering. As the fervent shyness that had overcame her emotions subsided, Aya Shameimaru gradually calmed down, and her tolerance for this strange thing dwindled.

"What are you hiding here? Are you playing tricks on me again?"

Aya Shameimaru's voice held a hint of displeasure. If Momo didn't want her to hold him, he should have just said so; it wasn't like she had to cling to him. As long as Momo didn't do anything inappropriate to her at this moment, Aya Shameimaru wouldn't feel as shy and nervous as before.

Mo Mo's expression was strange. He said, "You don't know?"

Upon hearing this, Aya Shameimaru frowned, raised her head, and looked sullen. She even used her chin to press against the strange thing that was trying to slap her face, saying, "How would I know? Your ability is so strange, who knows what you're hiding here! Quickly put away your ability. Although I agreed to try to get closer to you, it doesn't mean I'll really do as you wish!"