"The trousers too?"
Oreki, whose upper body was already safely exposed in all its honesty, wore a look of disbelief. It was only natural.
The young woman before him, however, felt heat rise in her cheeks without realizing it. In her current, increasingly feverish state, she noticed none of it.
Her eyes only grew more excited, as if she could hardly wait for Oreki to reveal even more of himself.
More importantly, forcing him to be honest with time stop and having him take things off on his own... were entirely different experiences.
It was no exaggeration to say that, trying this for the first time, Sakuraba Mitsuki felt an indescribable excitement. A fervor, even.
A sensation she had never experienced before spread through her entire body.
"Of course. What I'm drawing is doujin, with you as the template for the male lead. Naturally, I need to see every part of you. What, do you still need to be shy? Having me look at your body should be an honor."
Sakuraba Mitsuki narrowed her eyes, keeping that excitement from spilling out too obviously.
But Oreki Gen understood perfectly well that this probably was not the only reason... His body was not the kind of absolute macho build, nothing like a bodybuilder's physique.
But paired with that face of his, it was practically the perfect form.
And as everyone knew, the heroines in a doujin were all horny...
Still, the necessary act had to be maintained. Otherwise, how was she supposed to step into the trap one inch at a time?
Oreki Gen looked at Sakuraba Mitsuki with righteous indignation.
"Not everyone would feel honored by something like this. I only feel like you're violating my bodily autonomy and privacy."
Sakuraba Mitsuki narrowed her eyes.
"I'll say it again. If you can't walk out that door, you'd better do as I say. While I'm still not too impatient, and before I start thinking of doing something even more out of line."
Oreki Gen looked as though he had gone through a war between heaven and man.
He sighed, as if throwing caution to the wind.
Finally, he unfastened his belt. His trousers slipped down naturally, exposing his legs and the very substantial "mound" still wrapped beneath.
As if only the final defense remained. The last line.
Oreki Gen looked toward Sakuraba Mitsuki as though clinging to one last sliver of hope.
But Sakuraba Mitsuki had already walked behind the easel and picked up her brush.
Looking at Oreki Gen, she said one simple word.
"Off."
Oreki Gen closed his eyes, as if feeling the peak of embarrassment and humiliation in that moment.
He still took it off.
His whole body felt cool now, because there was no longer the slightest cover left.
And from behind the easel, seeing the living Oreki Gen standing there at last, in the most primitive form she had most wanted to see...
A feeling Sakuraba Mitsuki had never known before ignited inside her, like a flame burning along the edge of her heart.
He was like a delicious dish, fresh and appetizing, set before her and waiting to be tasted.
But she was not in a hurry to do anything more. She sat behind the easel in a convincing posture, though her legs had already pressed together on their own, even giving rise to the urge to rub slightly.
She did her best to maintain her composure for now, holding the brush while continuing to issue instructions to the utterly naked young man across from her.
"A little to the left."
"You've already taken it off. Move your hands."
"Tch..."
Even though he had actually prepared himself for this long ago, even though every expression was partly an act... why was it still this awkward and shameful?
Sure enough, he really did not have any exhibitionist tendencies.
Even so, he lowered his hands and exposed everything about himself. Utterly honest. So honest that Oreki Gen felt like an ancient Greek sculpture, naked and natural in its fertility worship.
But very soon, Sakuraba Mitsuki was no longer satisfied with the current state. Or rather, this young woman was already struggling to suppress certain impulses.
She frowned.
"Is this the only state you can manage?"
Oreki Gen looked at her strangely.
"What do you mean?"
Sakuraba Mitsuki's gaze boldly landed on a certain part of him, and the blush on her cheeks deepened in an instant.
"That part of men... can get hard, right?"
Clearly, other ideas had occurred to her.
Oreki Gen stared at her with widened eyes.
"Of course it can, but... why would you need that?"
To hide her excitement, Sakuraba Mitsuki put on a stern face.
"I'm drawing doujin. Of course I need to see every state. Hurry up and change states for me!"
She was even starting to order him around about this. As expected of you, Sakuraba Mitsuki.
Oreki Gen looked troubled on purpose.
"Sorry. I can't."
"Why can't you? Do you have some kind of problem?"
She had no regard at all for a man's dignity. Always so direct.
Oreki Gen said irritably, "Of course I don't have a problem. It's just not like I can get hard on command, right? Under normal circumstances, this is how it is."
Sakuraba Mitsuki looked at Oreki Gen with great dissatisfaction.
"Then what does it take for you to change states?"
Oreki Gen answered reflexively, "Stimulation, obviously. Who just turns into that state for no reason? I'm not some kind of pervert..."
Hearing Oreki Gen's words, Sakuraba Mitsuki hesitated.
"Stimulation...?"
She quickly thought of the things she had done to Oreki during time stop. Could it be that, because time was stopped, her touching him did not count as stimulation, so there had been no reaction?
That really was possible.
And so she thought of something.
"What kind of stimulation do you need?"
The young woman narrowed her eyes at Oreki Gen, her gaze gradually turning dangerous.
Of course Oreki Gen was not going to say it directly. He only turned his head away. "Hard to say... But stop asking for so much. This is enough, isn't it? The more you rush me, the less I can react... What are you doing?"
As Oreki Gen kept talking to himself, he suddenly saw Sakuraba Mitsuki walking toward him, step by step.
In the blink of an eye, Sakuraba Mitsuki was right in front of him. She stood so close that he could clearly smell the fragrance on this breathtakingly beautiful young woman.
That flawless face was like a refined work of art, yet so vivid and alive, like a moving vortex tugging at his thoughts.
Sakuraba Mitsuki's eyes began to ripple, no longer purely icy.
"I'll give you a little stimulation. Is this enough?"
She gently breathed toward Oreki Gen's face... That sweet breath washed over him, and it was no exaggeration to say that Oreki Gen almost reacted right then.
But how could he surrender here?
Don't underestimate him, damn it!
He immediately leaned his head back slightly. "How could that possibly work? Stop messing around!"
It seemed like a dishonest attempt to avoid her, and the more he showed that expression, the more Sakuraba Mitsuki's interest grew. As if she had to make Oreki fall apart. As if she had to make his body betray his stubborn mouth.
And so Sakuraba Mitsuki reached out, directly looped her arms around Oreki Gen's neck, and forced his head closer to her.
"If it's useless, why are you dodging? Oreki Gen, it seems you're saying one thing and feeling another."
With her arms around his neck, with her body pressing closer...
A warm body, filled with her scent. This was bad. Very bad... Not yet, Oreki Gen.
He could not lose here!
"No. I just don't think meaningless physical contact is necessary. And with your noble status, touching me like this doesn't seem very appropriate."
Noble status?
Or was it that you are even prouder than I am?
Sakuraba Mitsuki sneered, becoming even more dangerous.
"Precisely because my status is noble, anything I do to you is a reward. Just accept it properly. I want to see whether your mouth is really that stubborn."
"Sakuraba-san..."
"Like this... still nothing?"
She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed with an alluring glow.
And her finger lightly pressed against Oreki Gen's chest. The fingertip, nail and all, was gently drawing circles over his skin...
So they were already going this far?
Oreki Gen was still trying hard to restrain himself, doing his best to think of other things and resist his own instincts.
He needed to make this process last as long as possible.
Otherwise, his performance would lose all meaning.
"I don't know what you're doing..."
"Is that so? Still stubborn, then. What about this..."
Her hand left Oreki Gen's chest. Before Oreki Gen could so much as breathe in relief,
He felt something.
It was a cool hand. Yet she, standing so close, burned like a ball of fire.
Gently, she touched him with the pad of her finger.
Her eyes lifted slightly. Though still a little inexperienced, her gaze was already more than enough to set someone on fire as it fixed on Oreki Gen.
Her lips parted slightly, and the hot breath spilling from them seemed to demand his kiss.
This was bad.
One-away. He was about to riichi!