Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"If you let me touch you, I only need ten minutes."

After saying that, Sarah immediately lowered her head.

Because she knew very well that what she had just said wasn't very realistic, after all, she had made the same request many times.

Every single time, Haramura Makoto had rejected her.

So, there was no use in bringing it up.

Moreover, she had already lost the bet. Haramura Makoto was already letting her draw, which was more than enough. She couldn't expect more.

"Really? Ten minutes is enough?"

Words that Sarah hadn't expected at all rang out.

When Haramura Makoto's words reached her ears, she didn't react at all. She just stared blankly at Haramura Makoto, then nodded mechanically.

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

Because she had already reacted.

She seemed to realize that Haramura Makoto's words seemed to contain other meanings.

"Enough, enough."

Sarah nodded several times like a chick pecking at rice.

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

"After touching, I'll leave immediately."

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

He also took off the beach pants and beach shirt that he had casually put on.

Perfectly divided, golden ratio muscle curves.

A handsome face that couldn't have been created by humans, as if it was a delicate carving by a god.

Sarah didn't have any other thoughts, but her breathing inexplicably quickened.

"Hey, do you still want to touch?"

"Once the ten minutes are up, I'll leave immediately."

"Yes."

It was Haramura Makoto's urging that woke Sarah from her momentary daze.

No one knew better than her how hard-won this opportunity was.

Wasting a minute was a great sin.

Sarah flusteredly twisted her body and quickly placed her small hand on Haramura Makoto's abdominal muscles.

"Ha…"

"Just as hard as I expected."

Sarah's small hand gently stroked Haramura Makoto's abdominal muscles.

"That's normal, right?"

The ambiguous atmosphere was constantly heating up, and Haramura Makoto was also trying to keep his gaze parallel, not letting his gaze drift down.

"Is that so? I haven't touched other men's abdominal muscles, so I'm not very clear."

Sarah stared intently at her handiwork and replied with great interest.

"Is that so? I thought you had already done similar research."

Haramura Makoto was a little surprised by this answer.

He thought that with Sarah's personality, she should have taken material from countless nude men.

After all, she had looked so confident when she asked him before.

This kind of person was saying that this was her first time doing this type of research.

"Of course."

"I rarely drew men's nudes before. If I had to say what I drew more of, it would be women's nudes."

"After all, I always thought that men's bodies weren't anything good to look at."

"There was nothing worth drawing until I met you. Only then did I find my ideal male model and realize that men's bodies can be so beautiful."

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

"Is that so?"

Silently enduring the almost heart-wrenching itch, Haramura Makoto continued to ask, distracting himself.

"When you draw women's bodies, do you also look for models and sexually harass them like this?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Rinne is very happy."

Sarah raised her head with a matter-of-course expression.

"Rinne? Your adopted sister is your nude model?"

Haramura Makoto didn't expect that the chuuni young lady was so tolerant of Sarah, even selling her body to Sarah as inspiration.

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

"Knowledge I didn't know? When you were a child?"

Haramura Makoto's eyes widened.

He thought that Kazamatsuri Rinne was the one who was weak in knowledge, so Sarah could coax her into being a nude model. He didn't expect that the young Kazamatsuri Rinne was the real boss.

"Yes."

Sarah withdrew one of her hands from Haramura Makoto's waist and gently pressed it against her chest.

"Look, since I was able to stand up and pick up a paintbrush, I don't think I've ever been flat-chested. I've always been dragging this burden in front of my chest."

"So, I never knew what flat-chested girls were like."

"What it feels like to walk, what it looks like naked."

Sarah said calmly. She had no idea how much psychological damage her words would cause to other women.

"It's all thanks to Rinne being willing to be my model that I filled in the knowledge in this area."

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

After hearing this, Haramura Makoto realized that the two of them were referring to two completely unrelated things.

"Of course, what else could it be?"

Sarah revealed a blank look. Her upper body shook with the movement of her waist.

Haramura Makoto's hand, which was hovering above her lower back, suddenly touched a smooth surface.

"Sorry."

"Don't move yet."

The two voices rang out one after another.

But obviously, Haramura Makoto's voice was a beat slower. Sarah's body moved much faster than her usual reaction.

At the same time, as Sarah's body leaned back, the sound of the drawstring being pulled rang out directly.

The apron covered in various paints that was draped over Sarah's body slowly fell down with this sound.

"…"

"It's really big…"

The space was still for a few seconds.

Haramura Makoto said a little dryly.

He had known about this for a long time, but he was still directly shocked by such a direct view.

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

Although she wasn't wearing a bra to lift them up (Sarah doesn't wear a bra), she was still wearing an apron on the outside.

But now, Sarah's size was completely displayed in Haramura Makoto's field of vision.

To describe it this way.

Others can only be described as white peaches at most.

Strong people like Stella and Toudou Touka can be described as melons.

Kidetahara Kanata is a little stronger than the two of them, but in reality, she is only a little stronger.

However, Sarah's can be compared to a watermelon.

She is definitely the strongest that Haramura Makoto has ever seen, and it is estimated that there will be no one before or after her.

Moreover, the most important thing is what?

It is that even though Sarah has such a slender and weak body, carrying two of these sizes, she doesn't have the slightest bit of bloatedness.

On the contrary, it feels like everything is just right.

In addition, the contrast between her snow-white skin and the light red color directly presents a clear contrast, like a winter plum blossom blooming in the snow, proudly standing on the branch.

"Wow, it suddenly got so hot."

"Your heart is beating so fast too."

Even though she has become like this, even though she is naked, this guy doesn't have the slightest bit of shame.

On the contrary, she is still in the mood to tell Haramura Makoto about his physical changes and her feelings.

"In this situation, if it doesn't become like this, there will be a problem with my body."

Haramura Makoto's eyes were fixed on the snow-white color, and his tone was slightly hoarse.

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

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

But in reality, he had been lying all along.

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

Now, if someone puts out a reward to spend a night with Sarah to reduce their lifespan by twenty years, the men lining up would definitely be able to line up from here to Tokyo.

What's more, it seems that Sarah took a long-awaited bath today. Her skin, which usually looks a little rough because she doesn't take good care of it, looks particularly supple and fair today in the sun. Her body no longer has the smell of paint that she usually soaks in, but instead is surrounded by a faint scent of gardenia.

All in all.

The current Sarah is definitely a woman who can arouse his physiological desires.

"Hmm?"

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

But it wasn't until her gaze also shifted down and landed on Haramura Makoto's lower body that a look of realization appeared on her face.

"You, are you, excited by me?"

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

"That's only natural, right?"

These words that didn't know the atmosphere diluted the previously charming atmosphere a lot.

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

It's really no wonder Sarah said this.

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 Haramura Makoto anything.

This anything naturally included her money and her body.

But Haramura Makoto refused without any hesitation.

At that time, she was still a little aggrieved.