Mashiro is also a pet!?
Eriri looked at Mashiro with utter shock. No way! Mashiro must be joking! How could Mashiro, a world-class painter, be a pet? I didn't expect the usually cold Mashiro to make such a joke. She's so bold.
But... why does this model look familiar?
Eriri carefully scrutinized Kaho, who was kneeling like a pet. Kaho, restrained by the chain, couldn't hide. She could only tremble, burying her face on the floor like an ostrich with her bare butt in the air, her hair covering her face, and her body shaking uncontrollably.
"He's upstairs. I'll call him," Mashiro told Eriri, who was curiously examining Kaho.
"Ah... him? Two models?"
"Mhm."
Mashiro nodded and went upstairs. Just then, Nanami, hearing the voices, came from the backyard into the living room and greeted Eriri and Hinata. Eriri wasn't surprised to see Nanami; Mashiro had told her that Nanami lived with them.
But... a male model too? Didn't Mashiro say she only hired one model? But... one male and one female nude model...
Eriri subconsciously swallowed. Since the female model is like this, will they actually have sex for real? This made her even more excited. She had only seen censored images online for reference before, but now... the body of a real man. Eriri was intensely curious!
Eriri looked toward the stairs with anticipation. She didn't have to wait long. Rin Ito came down with Mashiro, carrying two laptops and drawing tools.
"You must be Eriri Sawamura-san, right? I'm Rin Ito, and like you, Sawamura-san, I'm a doujinshi artist." Rin Ito smiled.
"Huh?" Eriri was stunned. Doujinshi artist? Eriri looked at Hinata. "Aren't you Sakuramiya-senpai's boyfriend?"
Eriri had heard about the big commotion before. Someone had even taken photos of Rin Ito, Hinata, and Megumi Jinno at the school gate.
"Actually, that was fake. I'm not their boyfriend. I was just acting out a scene for certain reasons," Rin Ito explained with a smile. "I'm a doujinshi artist like you, Sawamura-san. Can you tell me what kind of doujinshi you draw?"
Although Mashiro had already told Rin Ito, since Eriri had asked Mashiro to keep it a secret, Rin Ito had to pretend not to know.
"Uh..." The words caught in Eriri's throat. It was fine online. Shielded by the mask of the internet, she could recommend her doujinshi to others and talk about perverse fetishes. But in reality, especially in front of a man, Eriri dared not reveal her pen name... If anyone knew in real life that she drew humiliation and conditioning doujinshi... that would be more terrifying than having her browser history exposed. Especially if a man knew! I'd rather die!
Although Eriri wanted to run away the moment she saw Rin Ito, there was the model! This is a model who can strike the same humiliating poses as in my doujinshi right in front of me! And... this is a lactating model! Her doujinshi also had similar conditioning plots, like the heroine being injected with a lactation-inducing drug by the cuckolding male. Although Eriri didn't know if such a drug existed in reality, in doujinshi... since a Hypnosis APP existed, what difference did a few more strange things make?
Although she had drawn similar conditioning scenes in her doujinshi, Eriri had never seen a lactation scene in reality or in online materials.
The anticipation for the model outweighed the shame of drawing doujinshi in front of a man... He couldn't possibly recognize me by my art style like the world-class painter Mashiro, could he? I'll draw quickly and leave as fast as possible!
Eriri looked at Kaho. "It's not good to keep her like this. If everyone is here, let's start now."
After speaking, Eriri took out her laptop and drawing tablet from her backpack and set up her station. Rin Ito also prepared his and Mashiro's workspaces.
"This is your first time doing source material research like this, Sawamura-san, right? Feel free to tell her any pose you want. Any humiliating pose is fine."
Rin Ito opened his laptop with Mashiro, speaking as if he were discussing something completely ordinary, and then handed the initiative to Eriri. Just as he had done before to draw Saho into the mix by having her shave Utaha's hair, the best way to make Eriri a partner was to have her participate in the party, not just observe and draw. In other words... it was like a loyalty test.
Moreover... Eriri still seemed unaware of Kaho's identity.
A wicked smile played on Rin Ito's lips. Although he had just told Eriri she could freely command Kaho and have her strike humiliating poses, Eriri, attending her first source material party, was too shy to speak up.
"Since Sawamura-san is shy, I'll start first... First... let's unlock the chain."
Rin Ito spoke. Hearing Rin Ito's words, Kaho unlocked the chain wrapped around the sofa leg herself and sat on the floor in a seiza position with her knees apart (duck sitting). Kaho kept her head lowered, not daring to let Eriri see her face.
"Don't keep your head down. We're not drawing a ghost doujinshi; we don't need hair covering the face. Hmm... the first pose: squat on the ground with your legs spread, like a crab."
"Ugh..." A short whimper escaped Kaho's lips. She understood. Rin Ito was deliberately letting Eriri know her identity, yet she had to obey Rin Ito's command... What a sadistic Master!
Kaho and Eriri were classmates... If they were just classmates, it might be okay; Nanami and Mashiro were also classmates. The biggest problem was that Kaho and Eriri had a very poor relationship... Well, given Kaho's arrogant, look-down-on-everyone personality at school, her relationships with most people were not good, aside from those who flattered her. Her relationship with Eriri was especially adversarial, with Kaho frequently attacking Eriri for her small breasts at school.
Kaho, with her face lowered, squatted on the floor. Straightening her back, she spread her legs like a crab, exposing all her privacy to everyone.
"And, use your fingers to make a V-sign next to your cheek, and then... and then look up and show a confident smile."
Following Rin Ito's maliciously playful command, a wail escaped Kaho's mouth. Kaho slowly lifted her head, but her smile was worse than a cry. Her golden eyes were filled with tears, and her trembling hand slowly extended her index and middle fingers to make a V-sign.
"Ugh... Yay."