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

Anyway... it's pretty good.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After breakfast, Baima sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and listlessly scrolled through her phone.

Ding Heng stepped forward and asked, "Are you planning to go out this morning?"

"Probably not, brother, is something the matter?"

"Come with me to the movies."

"What are you looking at?"

"casual."

Ding Heng turned and walked towards the media room, and Bai Ma put down her phone and followed him.

As he reached the door, Ding Heng suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

"Go change your clothes."

Baima blinked.

"Changed again?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng said calmly, "That gymnastics outfit from last night was nice, so I'll wear that one."

"What kind of gymnastics outfit should I wear to the movie...?"

Who says you can't wear a gymnastics uniform to the movies?

Ding Heng gave a half-smile, "Go change!"

Baima gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran upstairs.

When she came down, she was wearing the same gymnastics outfit as yesterday, with white over-the-knee stockings tightly covering her legs.

She lowered her head, her face flushed.

Ding Heng looked him up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Come in."

The two entered the audiovisual room one after the other.

With a click, the door was locked from the inside.

Ding Heng lay down on the sofa bed and patted the spot next to him.

Bai Ma obediently sat down and was once again pulled into Ding Heng's arms, her soft body completely enveloped.

Ding Heng rested his chin on the top of her head, wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and picked up the remote control with the other to start selecting a movie.

Baima remained frozen in his arms.

"Relax."

Ding Heng gently patted Bai Ma's waist.

Bai Ma slowly relaxed, leaning her entire weight onto Ding Heng, and her short legs, covered in white silk, gradually unfolded.

The movie started playing; it was an old film with a dark color palette and melodious background music.

Bai Ma couldn't concentrate at all; all her attention was on Ding Heng's hands.

The hand rested on her waist, the thumb gently stroking her ribs.

Sometimes it will slowly slide down to the lower back, and after a gentle press, it will slowly slide back down.

Sometimes my hand would slide down to her lower abdomen, and I would press my palm against her flat stomach and gently massage it.

Bai Ma remained silent until Ding Heng's fingertips touched the lower part of her abdomen, at which point she let out a questioning nasal sound.

Then Ding Heng withdrew his hand and placed it back on her waist.

Baima let out a long breath, unsure whether it was relief or disappointment.

The movie was still playing, but her attention was completely off the screen.

She felt as if Ding Heng was playing with some interesting toy, and his actions towards her became increasingly aggressive.

Bai Ma's face was burning hot.

She dared not move or make a sound, and could only obediently nestle in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Halfway through the movie, Ding Heng withdrew his hand from Bai Ma's thigh and wrapped it around her waist again.

"Tired?"

"N-nothing..."

"Then let's keep watching."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her head and continued watching the movie.

Before Bai Ma's heartbeat could calm down, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force and lifted her up.

At this moment, Baima could clearly feel the outline of Ding Heng's thick thighs.

"Brother~"

"No need to move, I can do it myself."

"it is good……"

Baima responded softly and obediently maintained the posture.

……

As I stepped out of the home theater, the sunlight was just right.

Baima stood by the pool, wearing a pink and white one-piece swimsuit.

The fabric was thin and clung to the body, outlining the youthful lines. The two white over-the-knee stockings were replaced with a pair of transparent thin ones, making the legs look slender and smooth.

"Get down."

Ding Heng was already soaking in the pool and waved to her.

Baima took a deep breath and slowly walked into the water.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

She walked to Ding Heng's side, and as soon as she stood still, the familiar large hand once again wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her over.

Caught off guard, Bai Ma threw herself into Ding Heng's arms, splashing water everywhere.

"Brother!"

"I'll teach you how to swim."

"I can swim..."

"You call that swimming?"

Ding Heng chuckled, supporting her waist with one hand and holding her hand with the other: "Even a doggy paddle is more standard than yours."

Baima pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

Who teaches their little sister to swim and makes her wear stockings...?

Ding Heng began teaching.

It's called teaching, but just as Baima guessed, it's nothing more than openly taking advantage of others.

"Straighten your legs."

Bai Ma obediently stretched out her legs, her white silk-clad feet gently patting the water's surface.

"Press harder."

Baima added weight.

"No, the power comes from the thighs, not the calves."

Ding Heng slid his hand from her lower abdomen to her thigh, patted it, and said, "Let's do it again."

Baima gritted her teeth and started again.

Ding Heng's hand lingered on Bai Ma's thigh for a long time.

Sometimes, after playing with long legs for so long, it's quite amusing to see short legs posing for so long.

"continue."

Baima continued kicking her legs and shouted irritably.

"Brother!"

"Ok?"

Are you going to teach me how to swim or not?

"if not?"

"Oh……"

Baima swallowed her words and continued kicking her legs with her head down.

Ding Heng's hand slid up to her thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of her thigh.

Baima's breathing became increasingly erratic, and her legs began to weaken.

"tired?"

"Um……"

"Then let's take a break."

Ding Heng scooped her up and let her lean against him.

Bai Ma pressed her back against Ding Heng's chest, feeling the man's strong and powerful heartbeat.

Ding Heng did not make any further excessive moves, but he did not retract his hand either.

After a moment of silence, Baima couldn't help but speak again.