"!!!!"
Watching Mashiro serve so earnestly, Rita instinctively held her breath.
Looking at it alone, Rita didn't have much of a concept, but when Mashiro rested it on her face, Rita finally got a clear idea... It's longer than Mashiro's face!
I really don't know how she manages to swallow it!
However... is this the pose?
Rita wasn't a beginner and didn't require her models to remain completely motionless, but Mashiro changed poses far too frequently. One moment she tilted her head back to rest it on her face, the next she deeply buried her face to serve.
It was quite a while before Mashiro stopped.
"Rita, I'm ready."
"Ah... okay."
Mashiro brought the dazed Rita back to reality. Rita saw Mashiro tilt her head up, cupping her hands below her lips. That aloof expression made Rita feel for a moment that Mashiro wasn't a girl performing lewd acts, but an ascetic nun, a holy saint!
She's praying. She's devoutly praying for a deity to bestow miracles upon his follower.
But what's in front of her isn't an idol, but the fully engorged Rin Ito. And what he's about to bestow isn't a miracle or holy water, but thick, scalding bodily fluids.
The sheer contrast and the taboo feeling of defiling purity made Rita's heart race.
Many classic doujinshi pairings follow this trope: loli and old man, saint and beggar—these high-contrast pairings are absolute classics.
After Mashiro got into position, Rin Ito waved Rita over.
"You can see Mashiro much better from here."
Her cheeks flushed, Rita pressed down her skirt and took small steps to Rin Ito's side. Her gaze was irresistibly drawn to Mashiro in front of her.
Looking down at Mashiro kneeling on the floor, the sense of contrast was even stronger.
In Rita's heart, Mashiro wasn't just some saint; she was closer to a 'god'. From childhood to adulthood, Mashiro had always been an unreachable genius in Rita's eyes.
And now, this genius was kneeling before a man, her hands cupped below her lips. The ceiling light casting a phallic shadow across her face!
This is a scene I've only seen in my doujinshi!
The scene before me isn't an artificial contrast created to stimulate readers in a doujinshi; it's a real, tangible contrast happening right in front of my eyes.
Is this what Mashiro wants me to draw?
Rita stared blankly at Mashiro, her face adorned with the shadow. While she was dazed, Rin Ito suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Eh?"
"Hold it."
Rin Ito guided Rita's hand, making her grasp the scorching heat slicked with Mashiro's saliva.
Under Mashiro's service earlier, Rin Ito was already nearing his limit. The cool touch of Rita's small hand made him suck in a breath.
"Move it back and forth, just like washing a radish when cooking."
The sticky texture made Rita feel a little grossed out, but she instinctively followed Rin Ito's instructions.
Even though Rita's technique was clumsy and she only moved her hand mechanically, Mashiro's service had already pushed Rin Ito to the edge. Coupled with Mashiro's highly contrasting expression...
Rita only stroked for a moment before Rin Ito's body tensed up.
"Ah!!!"
Feeling the throbbing in her hand, Rita let out an involuntary gasp. Then, Mashiro's aloof face was covered.
From her bangs to her eyebrows, down to her delicate nose, and finally her cherry-pink lips—streams and thick drops coated her, some even getting into her eyes.
Already accustomed to this, Mashiro didn't care at all. Under Rita's astonished gaze, Mashiro let the fluids slide into her waiting palms, eventually gathering in her mouth to form a small puddle.
Mashiro didn't swallow it. Instead, she kept her mouth open to show Rita. Her soft pink tongue darted out of the 'water' like a leaping fish, stirring the puddle as if trying to let Rin Ito's flavor saturate every taste bud and mucosal membrane in her mouth.
"Alright, you can start drawing."
Rin Ito's words snapped the dumbfounded Rita back to reality. She never thought Mashiro would look this lewd. In her imagination, even if Mashiro did erotic things with a man, she would just lie on the bed expressionless, not even making a sound.
I never expected...
Taking a deep breath of air tainted with Rin Ito's scent, Rita moved her drawing board next to Mashiro. Rin Ito brought a cushion and placed it under Mashiro's knees. Although his bodily fluids enhanced endurance and recovery, kneeling for too long would still hurt.
Having calmed down slightly, Rita sat before the drawing board. Her hand, which hadn't held a brush in a long time, trembled slightly... It must be uncomfortable for Mashiro to keep her tongue soaking in this stuff. I need to draw fast.
Rita had never drawn lewd art before, but under Mashiro's influence, she had read many manga and had seen some doujinshi since arriving here, so she had a rough idea of what lewd art looked like.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she began to draw without hesitation.
Even though she hadn't held a brush in a long time, even though she specialized in oil painting, even though she wasn't as good as Mashiro...
She was still a genius in the eyes of the world.
Mashiro's alluring body gradually took shape on the paper. The contrast between aloofness and taboo gradually emerged under her brush.
Rita immersed herself entirely, as if the person before her wasn't Mashiro but a statue; as if she wasn't drawing a lewd picture, but a masterpiece meant to be passed down through generations.
Just like Mashiro lost track of time when drawing, Rita herself didn't know how long she had been at it. It wasn't until she drew the final stroke that she suddenly realized Mashiro was frowning, seemingly in pain.
The mixture of saliva and Rin Ito's bodily fluids in Mashiro's open mouth had already overflowed from the corners of her lips, trickling down the gaps between her palms and chin, slowly dripping onto the floor.
"Ah... sorry, Mashiro, are you okay? It's done, spit it out quickly."
Rita checked the time and hurriedly helped Mashiro up. Almost two hours had passed since she started drawing, and Mashiro had barely moved during that time.
Kneeling, head tilted back, cupping her face.
Rita knew how exhausting maintaining such a pose was. When they hired models at the art studio, they never made them hold such strenuous poses.
After helping Mashiro up, Rita grabbed a trash can and placed it in front of her. To Rita's shock, Mashiro didn't spit it out. Instead, she tilted her head back and swallowed the mixture in her palms as well.
Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.
"Y-You're not actually going to swallow it, are you?" The corners of Rita's mouth twitched. She could believe Mashiro enduring the disgust so she could draw a perfect lewd picture.
But if anyone said Mashiro actually liked it, Rita would absolutely never believe it.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
To Rita's despair, Mashiro nodded.
Rita wanted to cry but had no tears... This feeling is like the cabbage I raised for ten years just got eaten by a pig!
No! The cabbage I raised for ten years just went out and seduced a pig!
Right in front of Rita's eyes, Mashiro swallowed it bit by bit, as if savoring a delicacy. While drinking, Mashiro even gave Rita a thumbs-up.
It's all his fault!
He's definitely the one who corrupted Mashiro!
"D-Don't eat it! How can something so dirty be delicious? Spit it out quickly!"
Hearing Rita's words, Mashiro stopped halfway through swallowing. Her gaze bypassed Rita and landed on Rin Ito's face. Their eyes met briefly.
Noticing Mashiro's gaze, Rita turned and glared fiercely at Rin Ito behind her.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Rita saw Mashiro's figure approaching.
Sensing something was wrong, Rita instinctively turned her face, but it was already too late. Mashiro's lips were mere inches away.
"Eh? Mmph!!!!"