Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

This made Oreki Xian feel a little strange.

“Do you still draw with a digital tablet?”

Sakuraba Mizuki answered as a matter of course: "Of course, if it is an ordinary painting, I can just use paint and drawing paper. But this kind of work cannot be sent to any publishing house or something like that, it must be uploaded to the Internet, first design the basic framework and composition on the drawing paper, and then upload it directly using a digital tablet, which is obviously more convenient."

“That’s how troublesome it is.”

It’s not that I feel sorry for the girl, but I’m thinking that, as expected, rich people have more free time than ordinary people, no matter how they package their busyness and anxiety.

Sakuraba Kentsuki turned her head and faced the boy with her delicate and noble profile.

"Hurry up and finish reading it. Don't waste time."

"Don't worry, there's still a lot of time."

Oreki Gen said this, then sat cross-legged on the tatami in the studio, and looked at the paintings the girl had drawn earlier with a drawing tablet.

There seems to be a plot, and the image of myself wearing clothes is drawn very well. Although it is impossible to restore a Sakuradu handsome man like myself 100%, about 80% is enough.

As for the image of himself without clothes, Oreki Gen didn't blush, but he keenly noticed that the girl who seemed to be tidying up the easel was actually secretly glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, as if observing whether he would show any strange expressions when looking at these paintings.

Oreki Gen frowned.

"Wait."

"what happened?"

Oreki Gen saw a picture of himself without clothes, looking like he was about to have a fierce battle with the so-called heroine.

"In this picture, although I have abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles, they are not this exaggerated, right?"

Sakuraba Mizuki said confidently.

"Since it's a book, it has to be a little more exciting. Exaggerated muscle lines can help to enhance the expressiveness, so that the whole expression will be full of desire."

"Then why is my expression so weak and seems forced?"

In fact, Oreki Gen was fully aware that this was how Sakuraba Mitsuki imagined himself to be, and he hoped that he would appear in front of her in this way, or in a preset scene.

She hoped that she would be the one controlled by her weakness, begging for forgiveness step by step, but she became her plaything step by step and fell into her methods.

Of course, Sakuraba Mitsuki would not reveal her thoughts now, so she said it simply.

"That's the theme. It has nothing to do with you. But nowadays, many readers of manga and light novels like male protagonists who are in a passive position. They wish he would be weak to the end and be played around by the strong female protagonist."

It seems like an explanation, but it is actually a test.

Oreki Gen nodded thoughtfully.

"It seems that this is the current trend. In the final analysis, it is to satisfy one's own fantasy that in the real world, one cannot normally interact with beautiful girls, and even when facing girls, one is timid and can't say a word. So I don't like to watch this kind of thing."

Oreki strings are very sharp.

Sakuraba Kentsuki turned his head and looked straight at the boy.

"Which one do you like?"

It was like a sign before declaring war, and suddenly the atmosphere seemed to be wrong.

Oreki Gen still looked indifferent and casually placed the digital tablet on the tatami, next to the girl's legs.

"Of course I like to take the initiative. Just waiting to be pushed down by the heroine is too weak. And I say I don't want it, but my body is quite honest and I have no intention of refusing. It's too hypocritical. I like to be consistent in my words and actions."

When Oreki Gen's words were heard, a barely perceptible hidden look flashed across Sakuraba Mitsuki's eyes.

She was silent for a moment, then stood up. She was not wearing shoes, but her feet were wrapped in over-the-knee white socks.

Translucent white socks are not flesh-colored stockings.

But beyond the pure white, the girl's delicate skin can be seen.

She walked in front of Oreki Gen, and the slightly swaying hem of her black skirt seemed to reveal some mysterious area. It was a temptation from the fairy in the sky to the mortal on the earth, or a temptation from the witch in hell to the hero.

"Taking the initiative is not just talk. No one likes to give in or be inferior to others. But many people can only do this. Guess why?"

Oreki Gen raised his head and faced the other person's lowered head.

She was high above, and her face under her long hair was so beautiful, yet she looked so dangerous, just like a queen with power.

Oreki Gen is still trying to control his emotions.

"Because there is not enough power."

In front of Oreki Gen, Sakuraba Kentsuki slowly raised his foot, as if it was an unexpected movement.

The slender legs wrapped in translucent white over-the-knee socks stretched out in front of his eyes and then fell down.

She stepped on her thigh.

Then I applied a little force. Of course it didn't hurt, after all, she was not heavy.

But there is no doubt that she wanted to use this method to highlight her status. She can easily control everything she wants, including herself.

Today you can step on your own legs, tomorrow this foot may step on your own face!

She stepped on it slowly and quickly, feeling the delicate and warm touch, and then spoke word by word.

"It's not just about strength, it's also about situation and power. Only foolish people would clamor for equality and rights when they clearly have nothing. Smart people would only cling to this irresistible power, try their best to please, try their best to agree, and then try to gain as much benefit as possible."

Her words were humiliating, her expression was contemptuous, but her actions seemed like a reward.

Being stepped on by a foot like that...it's really hard to feel disgusted.

But Oreki Gen smiled and looked up at the other person.

"Or maybe he is trying to curry favor with them and then find an opportunity to overthrow them?"

Hearing this, Sakuraba Kenzuki sneered disdainfully.

"That depends on whether you have the ability in the future. At least for now...get up, take off your clothes, I'm going to start."

(The recent typhoon weather has made the whole south look so strange. It feels like a war is going on outside when you sleep. Friends in the south, please be safe~)

57: Do what you say!

Her feet left Oreki Ken's legs, and suddenly lost their not-so-noticeable weight.

Of course, a precious touch is also lost.

She turned and sat down at her easel again, then glanced over.

"What are you standing there for? Do you want to repeat the process from that day? Don't forget, this is the one you promised me."

Oreki Gen sighed, then stood up with the support of the tatami.

To be honest, as long as you break your bottom line once, you will not feel any psychological burden if it happens again and again. It is precisely because of this that people who go astray will sink deeper and deeper.

Oreki Gen knew very well that he couldn't treat this as a normal thing, but at the moment he really had no choice, and this was indeed the path he chose.

"What are you going to draw this time?"

Oreki Gen stood up, faced Sakuraba Mitsuki frankly, and asked.

Sakuraba Kentsuki thought for a moment, then looked at the boy and said.

"Take off your shirt first. I'm thinking of a new composition."

You better be really thinking!

Seeing the other person seriously studying art, Oreki Gen wanted to complain, but he still reached out his hand obediently and took off his shirt.

The door of the studio was closed, and no one dared to enter without Sakuraba Mitsuki's permission or signal.

So the girl doesn't have any psychological burden.

Soon, Oreki Gen's entire upper body came into view.

Compared to the last time I saw it...it seems to have changed a bit.

The shoulder and clavicle area is the most attractive part of Oreki Tsune in the eyes of Sakuraba Mizuki, not the abdominal muscles or pectoral muscles, but this area.

With smooth lines and a cool, bony feel, he looks like an aesthetic sculpture, and his skin, which seems to be more delicate than that of a girl, comes into play at this moment.

Every bit of it seemed to exude the scent of hormones. Even though they were at such a distance, they seemed to be naturally attracted to each other. The air in the entire studio seemed to be heating up instantly.

Sakuraba Kentsuki did not rush to take the next action. Instead, he showed an expression that seemed quite satisfied. He began to sketch on the drawing board in an orderly manner and even ordered the boy to strike various poses in a commanding tone.

Then she said.

"Turn around and draw your back."

“Do you want to draw your back too?”

"Of course, every part of my painting must be perfect, full of ideals and reality. A back view is just a back view, so it won't make any difference."

What he said was well-reasoned and made it seem like the truth.

Oreki Gen didn't complain, but turned around obediently.

Sakuraba Mitsuki didn't even notice that his breathing had become heavier because he saw the boy's more beautiful back.

Unlike girls, as long as they are thin and have good skin, they can be considered sexy.

Although he is not that strong and is probably thinner overall, he has a wonderful sexual tension.

What is the so-called sexual tension? It is a kind of strange temperament that makes you feel dry and thirsty when you see it, and you can't figure out the reason at all, but it makes you feel this way.

The lines of the back are clear, matching his entire shoulder blades.

Perfect model.

It can only be described as perfect.

It would be nice if it belonged to me, completely to me, and I could play with it as I pleased, and even enjoy it crazily.

Once again, the urge arose.

In such an impulse, Sakuraba Mitsuki tried to stay calm, writing and drawing, until she spoke again.

"Come here."

Oreki Gen frowned slightly, then walked to a distance not far from Sakuraba Mizuki. It was not a safe distance because it was within reach.

"Not finished yet?"

Sakuraba Kentsuki did not answer, as if he was out of control. He stretched out his hand and touched Oreki Ken's body.

But at this time the boy stepped back to avoid the other party's contact.

The girl looked at the other person with a little dissatisfaction and confusion.

Oreki Gen said this quite calmly and righteously at this time.

"It's just a drawing, you don't need to touch me, right?"

Sakuraba Jianyue frowned slightly.

"Of course I need to touch it, otherwise how can I draw a similar sense of touch, how can I pursue the most realistic expression?"

It looks just like the real thing! And it’s very expressive!

Sure enough, the perverts can come up with all kinds of fancy words to achieve their own goals.

"Don't be ridiculous, I've never heard of a painter needing to touch..."

"You don't agree?"

"Of course I don't agree. This is what we agreed on. If you touch me, I will do the same to you. You probably don't want someone of my status to touch your body, right?"

It seemed that Oreki Gen had used his trump card.

But this instead aroused the girl's strong desire to fight.

The more unattainable something is, the more she wants to get closer to it. She sneered in her heart.

Do you really think that such conditions will make you invincible?

Instead, she laughed dangerously.

"As long as I don't touch you it'll be fine right?"

"...You could say that."

He didn't say anything definite and seemed to be on high alert.