Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"If you'll let me get started, it'll only take me ten minutes."

After saying this, Sarah's head immediately dropped.

Because she also knew that what she had just said was not very realistic. After all, she had made the same request many times.

All of them were rejected by Haramura Makoto.

So, there is no point in mentioning it.

Besides, she had already lost the bet, and it was enough that Haramura Makoto still allowed her to draw. She couldn't expect more.

"Ten minutes is really enough?"

Sarah was totally surprised by the words that came out.

So when she heard what Haramura Makoto said, she didn't react at all. She just looked at Haramura Makoto blankly, and then nodded mechanically.

But at the same time, the expression on her face was changing.

Because she has already reacted.

She seemed to realize that there seemed to be other meanings hidden in what Haramura Makoto said just now.

"Enough, enough."

Sarah nodded several times like a chicken pecking at rice.

"In that case, I'll let you touch me for ten minutes."

"I'll leave after I'm done touching you."

Makoto Haramura lowered his eyebrows, then stood up from his seat and walked to Sarah's bed.

He also took off the beach pants and beach clothes that he had just put on.

Perfectly segmented, golden ratio muscle curves.

His beauty was beyond human ability, it seemed as if a face was meticulously carved by a god with a chisel.

Sarah clearly had no other thoughts, but her breathing became inexplicably rapid.

"Hey, do you want to touch it again?"

"I'll leave as soon as ten minutes are up."

"Yes."

It was Makoto Haramura's urging that immediately woke Sarah up from her momentary trance.

No one knew better than her how hard it was to come by this opportunity.

Wasting a minute is a great sin.

Sarah twisted her body in panic and quickly put her little hands on Haramura Makoto's abdominal muscles.

"what……"

"It's just as hard as I expected."

Sarah's small hands kept gently stroking Haramura Makoto's abdominal muscles.

“That’s normal.”

The ambiguous atmosphere is constantly heating up, and Haramura Makoto is also trying hard to keep his eyes parallel and not let his eyes move downward.

"Really? I've never touched other men's abdominal muscles, so I'm not sure."

Sarah, on the other hand, stared intently at the work in her hands and answered with interest.

"Really? I thought you had already conducted similar research."

This answer still surprised Haramura Makoto a little.

He thought that with Sarah's personality, she should have taken pictures of countless naked men.

After all, when she asked him before, she looked very confident.

For a guy like this, she actually said that it was her first time to do this type of interview.

"Of course."

"I rarely painted naked men before. If I were to say which nudes I painted more, I would say that I painted more naked women."

"After all, I've always felt that there's nothing good about a man's body."

"There was nothing worth painting until I met you. I found my ideal male model and realized that men's bodies can be so beautiful."

Sarah's tone became more and more excited and her voice became louder and louder.

"That's right."

Silently enduring the itchy feeling that almost touched the tip of his heart, Haramura Makoto continued to ask questions to distract himself.

"So when you paint women's bodies, do you also look for models? Is this sexually harassing people?"

"Not really."

"Rinna, she's very happy."

Sarah raised her head as if it was a matter of course.

"Rinna? Your stepsister is acting as a nude model for you."

Makoto Haramura never expected that the middle school girl would be so tolerant of Sarah and even sell her body to serve as inspiration for Sarah.

"Yes, thanks to Rinna, I made up for the knowledge I didn't know when I was a child."

"Knowledge you didn't know? Or when you were a kid?"

Haramura Makoto's eyes suddenly widened.

He thought that Rina Kazematsu was the less knowledgeable one, so Sarah could trick her into being a nude model. He didn't expect that the young Rina Kazematsu was the real boss.

"correct."

Sarah withdrew her hand from Haramura Makoto's waist, and then gently pressed it on her own chest.

"You see, ever since I was able to stand up and pick up a paintbrush, I seem to have never been flat, with this burden dragging on my chest all the time."

"So I never really knew what a flat-chested girl looked like."

"What it's like to walk, what it's like to be naked."

Sarah said this calmly, she had no idea how much psychological harm her words would cause to other women.

"It's all thanks to Rinna being willing to be my model that I was able to complete my knowledge in this area."

"So, this is what you're talking about?"

After hearing this, Haramura Makoto realized that what they were referring to were two completely unrelated things.

"Of course it's this, what else could it be."

Sarah showed a blank look, and her upper body shook as she turned her waist.

Makoto Haramura's hand, which was originally suspended above her lower back, suddenly touched something slippery.

"Feel sorry."

"Don't move yet."

These two voices sounded one after another.

But it was obvious that Makoto Haramura's voice was a beat late, and Sarah's body moved much faster than her usual reaction.

At the same time, as Sarah's body leaned back, the sound of the rope twitching was heard.

The apron covered with various paints on Sarah slowly fell down at this sound.

"..."

“It’s really big…”

The space remained still for a few seconds.

Haramura Makoto said this in a rather dry voice.

Although he had known about this for a long time, he was still shocked by such intuition.

After all, no matter how big she was before, that was when she was wearing clothes.

Although her bra was not pulled up together (Sarah did not wear a bra), she was still wearing an apron.

But now, Sarah's scale is fully displayed in Haramura Makoto's vision.

Let me describe it this way.

Others can at best describe it as a white peach.

Strong people like Stella and Dongtang Daohua can be described as honeydew melons.

Guideyuan Banfang is a little stronger than the two of them, but in fact his strength is limited.

But Sarah can use the watermelon metaphor.

He is definitely the strongest person that Haramura Makoto has ever seen, and it is estimated that there will be no one before him and no one after him.

And, the most important point?

Sarah has such a slender figure, but with such a scale, she doesn't look bloated at all.

Instead, it feels like everything is just right.

Coupled with her snow-white skin and the light pink color, it directly presents a sharp contrast, just like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, standing proudly on the branch.

"Wow, it suddenly got really hot."

"Your heart is beating really fast."

Even though he has become like this and is already naked, this guy really has no sense of shame at all.

Instead, he still had the mind to talk to Haramura Makoto about his physical changes and his own feelings.

"In this situation now, if it doesn't become like this, my body will have problems."

Haramura Makoto stared at the snow-white color and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

To be honest, he had always disagreed to be Sarah's model, largely because he didn't want this situation to happen.

Although he always told Stella that Sarah was sloppy and he couldn't possibly be interested in her.

But in reality, he had been lying the whole time.

Even if she is sloppy, she still has such a figure and such a face.

Now a reward is offered. If you have a one-night stand with Sarah, your life span will be reduced by 20 years. The men lining up will definitely stretch from here to Tokyo.

What's more, it seemed that Sarah had taken a bath today after a long absence. Her skin, which usually looked a little rough due to poor maintenance, looked particularly tender and fair under the sun today. Her body no longer had the smell of oil paint that usually soaked her body, but instead was filled with the faint scent of gardenia.

all in all.

Now Sarah is definitely a woman who can arouse his physical desire.

"Ok?"

Sarah was still a little confused about what Haramura Makoto meant.

But it was not until her gaze moved down and landed below Haramura Makoto that an expression of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"Are you excited about me?"

When Sarah asked this question, she was obviously still a little bit unbelieving.

“That’s only natural.”

This remark, which was not in line with the mood, diluted the originally charming atmosphere a lot.

"But I thought you had no interest in me at all."

It's no wonder Sarah said that.

After all, when she invited Haramura Makoto before, she had already said that as long as Haramura Makoto agreed to be her model, she would give him anything.

This could be anything, including her money and her body.

But Haramura Makoto refused without any hesitation.

She felt a little aggrieved at that time.