"Nanami-san, could you tell me how you met him and how your relationship developed to this point?"
After leaving Rin Ito's room, Utaha found Nanami in the living room. Nanami, to avoid disturbing Mashiro, was quietly studying voice acting courses in the living room while Mashiro was drawing. She planned to enroll in a proper training class during her vacation. After the training course, the class would arrange some auditions, and if she was excellent, she might be able to sign with an agency and voice some minor characters as a newcomer.
Nanami, who was practicing, tensed up, and her face instantly flushed. Recalling how she met Rin Ito, Nanami felt incredibly embarrassed.
"Eh, eh, eh... this, I... why are you asking me?" Nanami said cautiously.
At first, she thought she was just going to be a normal model, but after arriving, she found out it was for doujinshi modeling. Not only did she have to be naked, but she also had to spread her legs and use her hand to open herself up so he and Mashiro could see her hymen! Although they didn't actually see it due to her inexperience and lack of tools, she was still extremely embarrassed... a place she hadn't even seen herself was seen by them!
No... I absolutely cannot talk about such shameful things! Not even to someone I've partied with. Unless... unless she also shows an equally shameful side!
Kaede must have planned this by making her come here to gather material. Not just Utaha, but Megumi Kato and Little Bocchi, too... Kaede wants them to cuckold her.
Seeing Nanami's reluctance, Utaha explained, "He said it involved your privacy, so he told me to ask you directly. If you don't want to talk about it, Nanami-san, that's fine."
Hearing Utaha's words, Nanami also somewhat understood. Utaha was being targeted not only by Kaede but also by Rin Ito... After all, Utaha-san is so beautiful. Those legs look incredibly tempting. No wonder...
Nanami could only pray for them, pray that they would be fine and wouldn't end up like her, where even her little baby door had been viewed completely.
"I... I met him because of Mashiro. I'll take you to ask Mashiro." Nanami felt a pang of guilt about dragging Utaha into this, but Mashiro... Mashiro wouldn't have any psychological burden about it.
Nanami led Utaha to Mashiro's room upstairs. After gently knocking, Nanami pushed the door open, revealing Mashiro sitting at the computer, focused intently on drawing in nothing but a white shirt.
Although Utaha was one grade higher than Nanami and Mashiro, she had heard about the world-class oil painter who had transferred to the school. But she never expected to find Mashiro in Rin Ito's house before coming.
Nanami gestured to Utaha to be quiet, and the two waited patiently for Mashiro. Utaha only caught a quick glimpse when Kaede brought her in this morning, but now Utaha could look closely at Mashiro. The serene girl's gaze was fixed on the screen. The natural light from the window made the shirt subtly translucent, hinting at her skin tone. With no trace of a bra, a peek down the neckline revealed a glimpse of the pink, delicate bud on her chest.
The shirt was pushed up to her waist, leaving a pair of thighs completely exposed beneath the desk, bare in the air. Through the gap in the shirt, Utaha could faintly see the smooth, cherry-colored fullness of her lower body, completely hairless. Mashiro, living in Rin Ito's house, wore only a shirt and no underwear. Coupled with Kaede's open attitude... Utaha could imagine the private relationship between Mashiro and Rin Ito. This only made Utaha more curious. How could he maintain such a relationship with Mashiro?
But as she watched, Utaha began to understand something... Why is Mashiro, a world-class oil painter, drawing lewd pictures!?
After finishing a section, Mashiro turned her chair to face Nanami and Utaha.
"Hello, Shiina-san. My name is Utaha Kasumigaoka."
"Mashiro Shiina." Mashiro stated her name expressionlessly, then tilted her head, staring at Utaha with a questioning look.
"Shiina-san, I want to write a romance novel based on Rin Ito. I'd like to interview you about what happened between you and Rin Ito. Is that okay?"
Mashiro nodded, then blurted out.
"Strip."
"...?"
Strip? Strip what? While Utaha was slightly stunned, Mashiro averted her gaze. "If you don't strip, I'll be embarrassed. If everyone strips, I won't be embarrassed."
If you're embarrassed, just put some clothes on! Utaha wanted to retort but held back. After all, she still needed to interview Mashiro.
In truth, if Nanami hadn't strongly insisted, Mashiro wouldn't even want to wear any clothes. With no outsiders at home, and Rin Ito having seen her body inside and out, why bother wearing anything? Besides, wearing underwear was too troublesome and uncomfortable. It took Nanami's persistent efforts just to get Mashiro to reluctantly compromise and wear a shirt.
"Do... do I really have to strip?" Utaha's mouth twitched.
"Mhm. You don't want to have no material for your new book, do you?" With Rin Ito's tutoring, Mashiro was already adept at using the classic Japanese phrase structure: 'You wouldn't want XX, would you?'
"..." Utaha hesitated, then relented. They're all girls anyway... it should be fine, right? After a long moment of hesitation, Utaha took off her blue jacket.
"Continue."
"..." Utaha gritted her teeth, letting the straps of her dress slide off her shoulders. The dress fell away, revealing her smooth, beautiful shoulders, the creamy white, soft flesh lifted by her black, mature bra, her slender waist, and a pair of legs encased in black tights.
Even in front of other girls, being stripped down to just her underwear and black tights made Utaha blush right to her earlobes. She could only lightly cover herself with her hands.
"I-is this okay?"
"..." Mashiro examined Utaha expressionlessly. After a moment, she gave a thumbs-up. "Very sexy body."
"..." Although it was a compliment, Utaha felt no excitement whatsoever.
"Stay still, just like that." After saying that, Mashiro pulled out her drawing board and sketchbook, quickly recording Utaha's shy, bewildered pose, with a hint of tearfulness in her eyes, onto the paper.
The sound of the pencil scratching the paper soon stopped.
"Phew..." Just as Utaha let out a sigh of relief, Mashiro spoke.
"Strip more."
"S-strip more?"
Utaha froze. All she had left were her underwear and black tights. If she stripped more... While Utaha was momentarily stunned, Mashiro had already unbuttoned the collar of her shirt. Standing up, the shirt slipped down her smooth, milky skin, revealing a strikingly dazzling pair of upright, pink buds.
Mashiro glanced at Nanami.
This... Nanami hesitated slightly, then placed her hand on her own neckline as well. Utaha was completely at a loss, surrounded by two beautiful, naked girls.
After Nanami also stripped off her clothes, she blushed and spoke. "Well... Mashiro is just like that. If you want Mashiro to do something, you have to model for her... the naked kind of modeling."
Nanami paused.
"If you want to interview Mashiro... then come be a model."