Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Next was Wenjing.

A grey and white British-style JK uniform paired with white stockings.

She's usually quiet and doesn't wear JK uniforms because her figure is too exaggerated, and wearing one would easily make her the center of attention.

The top was buttoned up respectfully, but it couldn't hide the prominent outline of her round and full figure on the clothes. Instead, the austere and serious British style accentuated her fullness and curves.

The pantyhose are made of a thick material with a glossy sheen, creating a smooth and delicate sheen under light.

The pressure from the woven fibers compressed her legs and waist, making her legs appear firmer and her legs longer and thinner, further enhancing the strong visual impact of her figure.

Wenjing stood obediently beside Zhao Yanxi, silently accepting the man's scrutiny.

The fitting room door opened for the third time.

Lin Man walked out.

A traditional cheongsam paired with white silk stockings creates a rather peculiar overall look...

Ding Heng vaguely remembered that it was a skin for a female character in the game "Naraka: Bladepoint," which was often talked about.

Finally, it's Hua Qing.

Despite being a cool and aloof fairy-like older sister, she was wearing an extremely pure and innocent maid outfit. The clothes were visibly a size too small, and she also had a pink backpack on her back.

It's a skin for Chika's character in the game "Zero".

The contrast of that deliberate attempt to appear young was so striking that Ding Heng couldn't take his eyes off her.

Four girls stood in a row.

Nun, JK (high school girl), maid, cheongsam.

Four styles, each with its own appeal.

Ding Heng picked up his camera and pointed the lens at them.

"Come on, stand still."

He began directing them to adjust their positions: Zhao Yanxi stood on the far left, Wen Jing was slightly to the left of the middle, Lin Man was slightly to the right of the middle, and Hua Qing was on the far right.

"Yan hope, raise your hand a little, yes... place it on your chest..."

Zhao Yanxi obediently raised her hand, causing the neckline of her nun's habit to open even wider.

“Wenjing, come a little closer, yes… get closer to Yanxi… put your hands on your skirt…”

Wenjing obediently did as she was told, pinching the hem of her skirt with her fingers and gently lifting it up to reveal her thighs covered in white stockings.

"Lin Man, lie down, yes... put your hands on the ground, and look up at me..."

Lin Man slowly lowered herself down, supporting herself on her hands and tilting her head back, her foxy eyes sparkling.

"Boss, do I look good in this pose?"

"It's still lacking something... like this."

Ding Heng reached out and pulled down Lin Man's shoulder strap, revealing a section of her fair shoulder.

“Hua Qing, stand at the very back, turn to the side… yes… put your hands on your waist…”

Hua Qing stood sideways with her hands on her waist. The clothes, which were a size too small, made her feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Ding Heng raised his camera, and the shutter clicked.

"Okay, let's change positions."

He put down his camera, walked over, and reached out to straighten Zhao Yanxi's collar.

As his fingers brushed against her collarbone, Zhao Yanxi's body trembled slightly.

"Open the neckline a little wider."

Ding Heng pulled her collar down, revealing more skin.

Zhao Yanxi happily did as instructed.

Ding Heng turned to Wen Jing and reached out to unbutton one of her shirt buttons.

Wenjing's face turned bright red instantly, but she didn't flinch.

"Wouldn't this be too much...?"

"will not."

Ding Heng interrupted her, his fingers lightly tracing her collarbone.

"very nice."

Wenjing lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Ding Heng turned to Lin Man.

"Bend your left knee forward, yes, a little more..."

Lin Man obediently spread her legs apart, and Ding Heng continued to give orders.

"Put your weight on your right leg, push your hips back, and show off the curve of your waist... Yes! That's right!"

Ding Heng nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand and slapped Lin Man's thigh hard, causing Lin Man to let out a short groan of pain.

Finally, he turned to Hua Qing.

"Don't……"

Hua Qing instinctively shrank back, but Ding Heng's hand was already on her shoulder, holding her in place.

"Senior, don't move."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for refusal.

"abnormal……"

Hua Qing bit her lower lip, muttered a curse, and completely let Ding Heng manipulate her poses as he pleased.

Ding Heng took two steps back and raised his camera.

"Okay, hold this position."

The shutter clicked continuously.

"Yan hope, lift your head up a little, look at the camera...yes..."

“Wenjing, look at Yanxi, put your hand on her shoulder…yes…”

"Lin Man, look up at the camera, and make your eyes a little more alluring... Yes..."

“Hua Qing, look at Wen Jing, put your hand on her waist…yes…”

Ding Heng directed the operation while simultaneously pressing the shutter button.

At his command, the four girls changed poses, sometimes standing in a row, sometimes in pairs, sometimes squatting down and making V-signs with their hands...

The sound of camera shutters echoed in the living room.

The sounds were mixed with the rustling of fabric and the girls' soft breathing.

Chapter 204: Baima Seeks Thrills

After the shoot, the living room was a mess.

Clothes, stockings, high heels, and other items were scattered all over the floor. Bath towels were piled on the sofa, and empty wine bottles were scattered on the coffee table.

Ding Heng carried the girls back to their rooms one by one, where they fell into a deep sleep.

Ding Heng returned to the living room, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and added two ice cubes.

Because his body has evolved, alcohol has become less stimulating for Ding Heng. He often has to drink several bottles of strong liquor in succession to feel even a slight buzz.

During the break between taking photos, Ding Heng drank and took pictures at the same time, occasionally pouring a few sips for the girls as well, which filled the entire living room with a warm and decadent smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the second floor.

Ding Heng paused, then listened intently.

There was another sound, even softer than before, like a sob.

Ding Heng put down his wine glass and tiptoed up the stairs.

Baima's door was ajar, not closed properly.

Through the crack in the door, Ding Heng saw Bai Ma kick the blanket aside and curl up into a small ball on the bed.

Her brows were furrowed, and she murmured Tibetan.

Ding Heng couldn't understand it, but he could hear the fear and unease in Bai Ma's voice.

"Pema".

Ding Heng called out softly.

Pema didn't respond and was still trembling.

"Pema".

Ding Heng walked in and placed his hand on Bai Ma's shoulder.

Baima's body trembled violently, and he kept chanting.

Ding Heng did not withdraw his hand, but gently patted her back.

One, two, three...

Finally, Baima's breathing gradually calmed down, and her curled-up body slowly stretched out.

She turned to face Ding Heng, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Ding Heng then noticed that there were tear stains on Bai Ma's face.

He tried to gently wipe away the girl's tears with his fingertips, but perhaps he used too much force, or perhaps Baima was sleeping too lightly.

Suddenly, Baima opened her eyes, her vision clearing from blurry to sharp.