Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"If you're willing to let me get started, it will only take me ten minutes."

After saying that, Sarah immediately lowered her head.

Because she knew that what she had just said wasn't very realistic, since she had made the same request many times before.

Every single one of them was rejected by Makoto Haramura.

So, there's no point in bringing it up.

Besides, she had already lost the bet, and it was already more than enough that Haramura Makoto still let her draw; she couldn't ask for more.

"Is ten minutes really enough?"

To Sarah's complete surprise, the words rang out.

So much so that when Haramura Makoto's words reached her ears, she didn't react at all. She just stared blankly at Haramura Makoto for a moment, and then nodded mechanically.

But at the same time, the expression on her face was also changing.

Because she had already realized what was happening.

She seemed to realize that Haramura Makoto's words just now contained another meaning.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Sarah nodded several times, like a chick pecking at rice.

"In that case, I'll let you touch me for ten minutes."

"I'm leaving after I'm done touching you."

Makoto Haramura lowered his eyebrows, then stood up from his seat and went to Sarah's bed.

He also took off the beach shorts and beach shirt that he had casually put on earlier.

Perfectly segmented, golden-ratio muscle curves.

His beauty was so striking that it seemed as if a divine being had meticulously sculpted his face with a chisel.

Sarah clearly had no ulterior motives, but her breathing inexplicably became rapid.

"Hey, do you still want to touch me?"

"I'll leave immediately when the ten minutes are up."

"Yes."

It was Haramura Makoto's urging that snapped Sarah out of her momentary daze.

No one knew better than her how hard-won this opportunity was.

Wasting even a minute is a grave sin.

Sarah hurriedly twisted her body and quickly placed her small hand on Makoto Haramura's abs.

"what……"

"It's just as hard as I expected."

Sarah's small hands gently caressed Haramura Makoto's abs.

“That’s normal.”

The ambiguous atmosphere was steadily heating up, and Makoto Haramura was trying his best to keep his gaze level and not let it drift downwards.

"Really? I've never touched another man's abs, so I'm not really sure."

Sarah, however, kept her eyes glued to the work in her hands and answered with great interest.

"Really? I thought you had done similar research before."

This answer still surprised Makoto Haramura a little.

He thought that with Sarah's personality, she must have taken countless photos of naked men.

After all, she had made such a confident promise when she asked him for it before.

This guy, she actually said it was her first time doing this type of interview.

"Of course."

"I rarely painted male nudes before. If I had to say which nude I painted more of, it would be female nudes."

"After all, I've always thought that men's bodies aren't anything to look at."

"There wasn't anything worth drawing until I met you. That's when I found my ideal male model and realized that a man's body can be so beautiful."

Sarah's tone grew increasingly agitated, and her voice grew louder.

"That's right."

Silently enduring the itching sensation that almost touched his heart, Makoto Haramura continued to ask questions, trying to distract himself.

"So when you draw women's bodies, you also go to find models, is that sexual harassment?"

"Not really."

"Rinna is very happy."

Sarah, on the other hand, raised her head with an air of self-assurance.

"Rinna? Your stepsister is your nude model?"

Makoto Haramura never expected that the chuunibyou (delusional) young lady would be so tolerant of Sarah, even offering her body as inspiration for Sarah.

"Yes, thanks to Rinna, I filled in the gaps in my knowledge when I was a child."

"Knowledge you didn't know? Or knowledge from your childhood?"

Makoto Haramura's eyes widened in surprise.

He thought that Rinna Kazamatsuri was the one with less knowledge, which was why Sarah was able to trick her into becoming a nude model. Little did he know that the young Rinna Kazamatsuri was the real mastermind.

"correct."

Sarah withdrew one of her hands from Haramura Makoto's waist and then gently placed it on her chest.

“You see, ever since I was able to stand up and pick up a paintbrush, I seem to have never been flat on my chest. I’ve always had this burden on my chest.”

"So I've never really known what flat-chested girls look like."

"What does it feel like to walk? What does it look like to be naked?"

Sarah spoke calmly, completely unaware of the immense psychological harm her words would cause to the other women.

"It's all thanks to Rinna's willingness to be my model that I've filled in the gaps in my knowledge in this area."

"So, this is what you're talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Makoto Haramura realized that what the two of them were referring to were two completely unrelated things.

"Of course it's this, what else could it be?"

Sarah looked bewildered, and her upper body trembled slightly as she turned her waist.

Haramura Seina's hand, which was originally hovering above her lower back, suddenly touched something slippery.

"Feel sorry."

"Don't move yet."

The two voices rang out one after the other.

However, it was obvious that Makoto Haramura's voice was a beat slow, and Sarah's body moved much faster than her usual reaction.

At the same time, as Sarah leaned back, the sound of the rope snapping rang out.

The apron covered in various paints that had been draped over Sarah slowly fell off at the sound of that voice.

"..."

"It is indeed very big..."

The space remained frozen for a few seconds.

Makoto Haramura uttered those words somewhat dryly.

Although he already knew about this, he was still directly shocked by the directness of the event.

After all, no matter how much people said she was older before, that was always when she was fully clothed.

Although she wasn't wearing a bra (Sarah wasn't wearing a bra), she was still wearing an apron over her clothes.

But now, Sarah's scale is indeed fully displayed in Makoto Haramura's view.

Let me describe it this way.

Others' peaches are at most described as white peaches.

Strong individuals like Stella and Toudou Touka can be described as melons.

Kanata Kyoukata is slightly stronger than the other two, but in reality, her strength is only limited.

However, Sarah's example uses watermelon as a metaphor.

He is definitely the strongest person Makoto Haramura has ever seen, and probably one of the strongest ever.

And what is the most important point?

Despite Sarah's slender and delicate figure, carrying two such large breasts, she doesn't look bulky at all.

On the contrary, it felt like everything was just right.

Furthermore, the contrast between her snow-white skin and pale pink hue created a striking effect, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, standing proudly on a branch.

"Wow, it's suddenly so hot."

"Your heart is beating so fast."

Even though he's already in this state, completely naked, this guy really has absolutely no sense of shame.

Instead, he had the time to talk to Makoto Haramura about his physical changes and his feelings.

"If things don't turn out this way, my body will have problems."

Makoto Haramura stared intently at the snow-white figure, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke.

To be frank, the reason he had always disagreed with being Sarah's model was largely because he didn't want this situation to occur.

Although he kept telling Stella that Sarah was sloppy and that he could never be interested in her.

But in reality, he had been lying all along.

Even if she's sloppy, with that figure and that face...

If a bounty were offered for having a one-night stand with Sarah that would reduce one's lifespan by twenty years, the line of men would stretch all the way to Tokyo.

What's more, it seems that Sarah took a long-awaited bath today. Her skin, which is usually a bit rough due to lack of proper care, looked exceptionally supple and fair in the sunlight. The paint smell that usually clung to her was gone, replaced by a faint scent of gardenias.

all in all.

Sarah is now definitely a woman who can arouse his physical desires.

"Ok?"

Sarah was still a little confused about what Makoto Haramura meant.

But it wasn't until her gaze shifted downwards and landed on Makoto Haramura's lower body that a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"You're... excited about me?"

When Sarah asked that question, she clearly still seemed a little incredulous.

“That’s only natural.”

This insensitive remark greatly diminished the originally enchanting atmosphere.

"But I thought you had absolutely no interest in me."

It's no wonder Sarah said that.

After all, when she invited Makoto Haramura before, she had already said that as long as Makoto Haramura agreed to be her model, she would give him anything.

This includes anything, naturally including her money and her body.

However, Makoto Haramura refused without the slightest hesitation.

She felt a little wronged at the time.