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

The next few hours felt like a slowly warming dream.

The second outfit is a cheongsam.

It's not a traditional, conservative style, but a modified short version. The moon-white silk clings to the body's curves, and the slit goes almost to the top of the thigh.

She paired it with pure white over-the-knee stockings, as thin as cicada wings, which shimmered like pearls under the light.

This time, the filming location was moved to the luxurious bathtub in the master bedroom.

Ding Heng filled the bathtub with a shallow layer of warm water and gave the order.

"Sit down."

Wenjing, dressed in a cheongsam and white stockings, carefully stepped into the bathtub.

The air was thick with steam; her white stockings were damp; she wore a tight-fitting cheongsam; a lingering blush graced her quiet face; and her eyes darted around...

Every frame is filled with silent allure.

The third outfit is a bunny girl costume.

The black bodysuit features a deep V-neck design, a cutout back, and a white, fluffy, round tail at the hip.

Instead of stockings, she wore large black fishnet stockings with openwork, revealing her fair skin underneath, creating a stronger visual impact.

This time, Ding Heng had Wen Jing lie face down on the large leather sofa in the living room with her back to the camera.

She could only bury her face in her arms, unable to see how Ding Heng's gaze lingered on her legs, buttocks, and bare back, all encased in fishnet stockings.

"Turn your head slightly to the side, yes... relax your shoulders."

Ding Heng's voice was very close; he had somehow moved to the side of the sofa, and the camera was almost touching her body.

"Very good...that's it."

The last outfit is a secretary/office lady uniform.

A white fitted shirt and a black tight-fitting pencil skirt.

She switched back to black stockings, but these were thinner, sheer black stockings that shimmered with a delicate sheen under the lights, paired with a pair of black pointed-toe stilettos.

Ding Heng chose the study in the suite as the filming location.

"Take off your shoes and stretch your legs a little more toward me."

Wenjing turned her head in confusion, then obediently took off her high heels and stretched her legs toward Ding Heng.

Her feet, encased in sheer black stockings, were small and delicate, slightly taut due to her posture, clearly revealing the bony contours of her instep and rounded toes beneath the stockings.

"This angle is good, hold it."

Click!

As the last photo was taken, the sky outside the window gradually darkened, and only a few ambient lights were on in the suite, creating an ambiguous lighting environment.

Wenjing almost collapsed from her desk, her legs giving way and she nearly lost her balance.

Ding Heng instinctively stepped forward and supported her arm.

She was still wearing that office lady uniform, and the sheer black stockings gleamed alluringly in the dim light.

The two were very close and could smell the slight heat of each other's sweat.

Wenjing asked timidly, "Is it finished filming...?"

"Yes, we're done filming."

Ding Heng took a deep breath to calm himself down: "You... go change your clothes, rest for a bit, and get ready to pick up Yan hope."

Wenjing nodded and staggered toward the dressing room, her high heels clicking on the floor with a crisp, lonely sound.

Ding Heng stood there, stunned, watching Wen Jing's figure disappear behind the dressing room door before letting out a long sigh.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up his camera, and looked back at the photos he had taken that day.

From her initial innocent dresses to her final alluring office lady look in black stockings... Wenjing gradually sheds her naivety under his lens.

"What are you asking them to film?!"

As the hormonal fervor of puberty subsided and Ding Heng calmed down, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

……

In the walk-in closet, Wenjing leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

She hugged her knees, burying her burning face in her arms. Her body was still trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from everything she had experienced that day.

Those daring outfits and provocative poses... were things she could never have imagined before.

She should have felt ashamed and scared.

But she did it willingly.

She was willing to change into a JK uniform, let Ding Heng pull down her pantyhose... and obey every command.

Simply because that person was Ding Heng.

Simply because his camera was watching her.

Just because he shielded her from the wind and rain this morning.

So no matter what clothes she wears or what pose she takes, even if Ding Heng orders her to stand naked in front of the camera, she will do it willingly.

After some time, Wenjing changed back into her usual clothes and came out of the dressing room. She found Ding Heng leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep, with his camera still in his hand.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yellow glow over him.

He seemed very tired, and his usually slightly roguish features appeared much softer in his sleep.

Wenjing tiptoed over, picked up a thin blanket from the side, and gently covered him with it.

The city lights outside the window flowed quietly in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the system interface, the purification value in the "Quiet" section quietly fluctuated.

Purification level: 79%

Chapter 39: Wenjing's Awakening

Ding Heng lay there for less than half an hour before regaining consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, Wenjing was hugging a cushion, her eyes vacant, quietly staying by his side.

"How long have I slept?"

Ding Heng rubbed his temples and sat up.

Wenjing came to her senses: "No, not long, less than half an hour."

"Ah."

Ding Heng shook his head, regaining his composure: "Let's go, let's get ready, it's about time to pick up Yan hope from get off work."

Wenjing stood up, her gaze drifting towards the dressing room: "Those clothes..."

Ding Heng followed her gaze and said calmly, "You can keep it for yourself. The size was bought according to your measurements."

"All...all for me?"

Wenjing stared wide-eyed in surprise: "That's too much, and it must be very expensive."

Even if she didn't know how to refuse, she really didn't dare to agree at this moment.

Although she didn't know the specific brands of those clothes and shoes, judging from the quality and cut, plus the quantity, they must have cost at least several thousand yuan.

She probably didn't spend that much on all her clothes during her three years of high school.

"Expensive? What's so expensive about it..."

Ding Heng waved his hand dismissively, saying he would use the sacred merits he had earned on Wen Jing to buy money for her.

In short, the money comes from the sheep.

"Anyway, it's going to be worn by me anyway, so don't worry about it."

Ding Heng's words, "You wore it for me," made Wenjing's face burn again.

She lowered her head and compromised as always.

"Th...thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ding Heng smiled, turned around and began to tidy up the scattered photography equipment.

Wenjing continued, "What about the remaining few?"

The first few pieces were okay, but the later ones were simply unwearable to wear out!

Ding Heng turned back and gave her a meaningful look, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You can keep it too."

"Keep it?"

"Don't worry, you'll definitely need it in the future."

"Will it be useful?"

In what situations would you use it?

Wenjing's mind was in complete chaos; she couldn't imagine it at all.

Finally, she silently turned around and walked back to the dressing room, where she began to carefully organize the box of new clothes.

After picking up Zhao Yanxi in the evening and having dinner together, Ding Heng left early.

Back home, after taking a shower, Ding Heng sat down at his computer and began processing the photos he had taken that day.

There are quite a few of them, and the styles vary widely.

He worked meticulously, adjusting the lighting and shadows, optimizing details, and striving to enhance the girl's beauty, which blended innocence and allure.

Finally, he put down the mouse, rubbed his aching neck, and saw that it was already getting light outside the window.

"They stayed up all night?"