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

While not overly voluptuous like Wenjing, she has a well-proportioned figure with a slim waist and long legs. Paired with a pink and white short skirt and over-the-knee socks, she perfectly embodies a youthful charm.

"How about it?"

Wen Shu put down her wine glass: "Brother-in-law, do you see any difference between me and the photo?"

"He's good-looking in person."

Ding Heng's assessment was concise, and he raised his camera to indicate: "First, stand by the window."

Wen Shu did as she was told and went over.

"Turn your body a little to the side, with your right shoulder facing me."

Ding Heng began giving instructions through the viewfinder: "Tuck your chin in a little, don't keep looking down."

Wen Shu adjusted her posture as instructed, but her eyes kept wandering past the camera to look at Ding Heng.

"Look at the camera and relax."

Ding Heng continued to instruct: "Take half a step forward with your left leg, turn your waist slightly. Don't cover your skirt with your hands, and hold the props properly."

A series of clicking sounds rang out.

In the first few photos, Wen Shu seemed a little unnatural.

Fortunately, she was used to photography and knew which poses were more suitable for the camera. After getting used to Ding Heng's instructions, she gradually relaxed.

Ding Heng took several photos in succession.

"Keep it up."

He put down his camera, walked closer, and reached out to support Wen Shu's shoulders: "Push your shoulders back a little, and straighten your chest."

The warmth from the man's palm made Wen Shu tremble slightly, but she didn't pull away.

Ding Heng then placed his hand on her waist to help her adjust her side angle.

"Turn your waist this way, and don't move your legs."

The two were very close, and Wen Shu was like a puppet, letting Ding Heng manipulate her.

She knew perfectly well that Ding Heng could have simply told her how to adjust using only words.

But she still chose to remain silent, letting Ding Heng's palm lightly brush against certain sensitive areas.

Ding Heng released his grip and retreated to a suitable distance.

"Yes, that's it."

The shutter clicked again.

After shooting several sets of complete looks, Ding Heng gestured for her to remove the wing-shaped props from her back.

"This thing takes up too much space, let's take it off."

Wen Shu turned around and fumbled for the straps on her back, but after a long time, she still couldn't untie them.

Ding Heng walked behind her and removed her wig.

As her fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, Wen Shu instinctively recoiled.

"do not move!"

Ding Heng lowered his head to unfasten the prop's buckle, his breath spraying onto the back of her neck.

Wen Shu indeed quieted down and behaved herself.

Ding Heng jokingly commented, "This is more like your sister."

"My sister?"

"The first time I took her picture, she looked like a quail."

The wing-shaped prop was removed, and Ding Heng pointed to the living room sofa.

"Sit over there."

Wen Shu seemed to have gotten used to Ding Heng's orders and obediently walked to the sofa and sat down.

"That's not how you sit."

Ding Heng looked him over and said, "Turn your body to the side, put one leg on the sofa, and leave the other leg underneath."

Wen Shu bent her left leg and placed it on the sofa as instructed.

Her short skirt rode up a bit with her movements, and she instinctively reached out to straighten it.

"Take your hand away."

Ding Heng said calmly, "The skirt is already this short; trying to cover it up would just seem deliberate."

Wen Shu paused, then slowly removed her hands and placed them behind her back instead.

Over-the-knee socks covered her calves, and large expanses of snow-white skin were exposed between her bent thighs and short skirt.

"Move your right leg out a little more, and relax your knee."

Ding Heng squatted down, looking for a composition from a slightly lower angle.

When Wen Shu saw the camera lens, which was almost level with her knees, she knew exactly what it would capture from that angle.

She did not ask.

He simply moved his legs outwards slightly as Ding Heng had instructed.

The shutter sound was exceptionally clear.

"very good."

Ding Heng took several photos in a row, then had her lean back and look slightly out the window.

Wen Shu gradually entered a strange state.

Even though Ding Heng always held the initiative, she felt a sense of satisfaction every time the shutter clicked, as if she were being watched intently by her brother-in-law.

The more focused Ding Heng was on filming, the more she wanted to perform better.

When adjusting the posture again, Ding Heng reached out and grabbed Wen Shu's ankle, moving her legs, which were resting on the sofa, forward a little.

Wen Shu gently tensed her toes.

"Relax."

Ding Heng did not let go immediately, but gently pressed his thumb across her ankle through her sock.

“If the instep is too straight, the image will look stiff.”

"Brother-in-law."

"Ok?"

"My sister, she..."

Wen Shu looked at the man so close to her and suddenly asked, "You're so obedient even though it's the first time I'm your model?"

Ding Heng looked up at her: "She's more nervous than you, and more obedient. She does whatever I ask her to do, and she doesn't have as many questions as you do."

"Did you really just want to take her picture?"

"of course not."

Ding Heng answered without any concealment, his hand still gripping Wen Shu's ankle, playing with it carefully.

"You've been standing for so long, you must be tired. Let me give you a massage."

"Oh……"

Wen Shu tried to pull back, but after feeling Ding Heng's strength, she had no choice but to give up.

Ding Heng simply sat down on the sofa and adjusted his posture: "To be honest, when I first saw your sister, her exaggerated proportions and figure inevitably aroused worldly desires. I really wanted to take the photos, and I really wanted her in person."

Wen Shu didn't expect Ding Heng to admit it so directly.

"So you deliberately made her wear those clothes and pose like those?"

Wen Shu had seen all the early photos that Ding Heng took of Wen Jing.

Logically speaking, the two had only known each other for a little over a month at the time, and his sister had an extremely conservative and introverted personality.

She actually allowed Ding Heng to take those kinds of photos of her completely willingly?

Ding Heng began massaging Wen Shu's feet: "Taking photos was secondary at the time; the main thing was to get her used to doing things according to my requirements."

Wen Shu suppressed the whimper that she wanted to let out.

Did my sister know at the time?

"She was so naive back then, she didn't understand any of this."

Ding Heng tightened his grip, his tone meaningful: "So, you're different from her. You knew exactly what I was thinking, but you still took the initiative to come over."

Wen Shu's toes curled up slightly.

"So, brother-in-law, you still came back, didn't you?"

"So I have to take a look."

Ding Heng suddenly moved closer and shoved his camera into Wen Shu's face.

"Let's see if you can be more obedient than your sister."

Wen Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not look away.

……

The filming location eventually moved into the bedroom.

The heavy curtains were completely drawn, leaving only a warm-colored wall lamp by the bedside.

Ding Heng removed the camera flash and readjusted the ISO.

Compared to the character photos in the living room, the dimly lit environment is clearly more suitable for a private style.

Wen Shu sat on the edge of the bed, the wing-shaped props behind her had been removed, and her gloves and boots were also placed aside, leaving only her close-fitting combat dress and a pair of over-the-knee socks.

"Put your legs together and lean your body forward a little."

Ding Heng continued to guide him.