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52. Shoot
🕑 Added 2025-09-25 23:26:07 +0000 UTC"Actually, the yukata can be photographed more... to match your body more beautifully... the current way of photographing can't fully show off your good figure." I tentatively encouraged Ying Er while she was watching the movie.
"Then how else can we shoot it?" Ying Er gave me a puzzled look.
Seeing Ying'er's interest, I took out a small Japanese bamboo umbrella and instructed her to kneel down. Then, I had her hold the umbrella over one shoulder and slowly look back. After deciding on this pose for looking back, I told her that if I wanted to capture a girlish and private allure, it would be best to slide her yukata down to reveal a few inches of her smooth back and shoulders. I also praised her for her perfect body and said that if I didn't take a few pictures like this now, I would regret it later.
Ying Er thought about it and decided that showing her shoulders was not a big problem, so she agreed.
But just as Ying Er loosened the large V-neck of her yukata to the sides, slowly revealing her snow-white shoulders, she found that the whole yukata was too tight. Once it was loosened to the sides, it could not be closed in the middle to cover her beautiful breasts.
I seemed to have guessed Ying Er's embarrassment, and quickly said, "It's okay, Junior Sister. Didn't I give you a bamboo umbrella? I only took pictures of your back and your side face. You can use the bamboo umbrella to block it a little so that I can't see your front."
Ying Er tried it and realized she couldn't pull off both showing her shoulders and protecting her chest. She had just checked the bamboo umbrella to make sure it was alright. I was only photographing her back and profile from behind, so a little light in front shouldn't be a problem. So she gently slid her yukata down to the sides, revealing a small portion of her smooth, fair back and her shoulders, which were as shimmering as jade.
Of course, the clothes on her chest also slowly slid off. If you stand in front of Ying Er now, you can still see the girl's extremely perfect breasts, which are full and trembling, and a pair of cherry-red, tender and tender buds on the top are shyly blooming.
Ying Er turned her head and showed half of her face for me to take a Japanese-style photo of her looking back.
But she was born sensitive, and she felt that this time I took longer than usual to shoot, and the shutter speed and sound were a bit chaotic. She seemed a little distracted. She subconsciously turned her head to look in front of her, and immediately thought to herself, "Oh no, I've been tricked."
There was a smooth wall not far in front of Ying Er. As long as the light was reflected at the right angle, her front face could be reflected very clearly.
At this moment, my hands holding the camera were shaking slightly, and even my whole body was shaking slightly.
Although I held my camera, seemingly trying to find an angle for Ying'er, my entire body was fixed on the smooth wall in front of her. Reflected on the wall was a stunning young woman in a yukata, slowly peeling it off. First, her shoulders and arms were exposed, her slender yet voluptuous collarbone revealed, revealing a hint of her slender, graceful figure. As the garment slowly slid down to her chest, the dazzling expanse of white revealed a pair of soft, smooth, firm, and perky breasts, shaped like peaches, topped by a pair of delicate, cherry-red, tender buds, just beginning to bloom.
Before going to the villa, I had imagined countless times in my mind what kind of figure this elf-like girl would have, and what kind of beautiful breasts she would have that would make people unable to stop. But even after touching them in person, I could not imagine that under such a clear and slightly thin figure of the girl, there would be such a pair of breasts that were not small. It even looked like I could not hold them in one hand, but the shape appeared more delicate and upturned, with an elasticity and smoothness that was unmatched in this age group.
I quickly grabbed the camera and started taking pictures, but the seductive scene kept popping up in my mind. When I pressed the girl on the bed, ripped open the straps of her Japanese yukata, and put my hand into the girl's clothes, I rubbed the innocent girl's tender and firm breasts like a beast in heat, biting the perfect hemispherical breasts, feeling the trembling of the snow-white and delicate skin under my rough fingers and tongue, and the touch of the nipples that were sucked red and erect on the tip of my tongue. With my other hand, I continued to peel off the girl's yukata, guiding my cock little by little deeper into the kimono girl in front of me, making her let out a suppressed but seductive gasp...
My distraction quickly alerted Ying'er to the fact that something was amiss. Seeing her reflection on the smooth wall, Ying'er stood up angrily. She pulled her yukata up, wrapped it around her chest, and turned to glare at me furiously.
I quickly retracted my gaze, coughed a few times, and looked around.
"Okay, okay, okay, this series of yukata photos is pretty good. Let's move on to the next series."
My hesitation made Ying Er even more certain that she had indeed exposed herself. She stared at me and the camera in my hand fiercely for a few seconds, then walked to the dressing room and slammed the door shut.
Ying Er, who always only sees others suffer losses and never herself, felt that she was careless just now and her exposure allowed me to see so many benefits. She felt indignant and angry and almost wanted to leave.
But thinking back, I was molested last time in the student union, and now I've exposed myself again, and yet I haven't been taught a lesson at all. It's an insult to my intelligence and emotional intelligence. If I just walk away like this, I'll be losing money. I have to find a way to make me pay more.
Thinking of this, she decided to cooperate with me for a few more shots, to see if I had any loopholes to exploit and how to tease her properly. She had been navigating so many boys over the years, making them all obedient and never suffering a big loss, which gave her absolute confidence that she would win today as well.
The next so-called home series, in fact, she only needs to change into simple casual clothes or pajamas to shoot. But she knows the psychology of boys very well and knows that if she wants to make me lose my mind, she must go a step further.
Ying Er wet her long hair slightly to create a slightly wet effect similar to that of just taking a shower.
Then she went to the cloakroom and picked out a white shirt that was long enough to cover her mid-thigh and put it on, revealing her proudly long and slender legs. Although she was completely naked under the shirt, she turned around in front of the mirror to make sure that the shirt was thick enough. Except for the slightly pointed bulge on the part covering her chest, nothing else could be seen before she opened the door and walked out.
I was a little nervous and uneasy outside the door, but when the door was opened, I was once again amazed by Ying Er who walked out of the door.
Unlike the yukata that had covered her entire body just now, the clear-skinned girl before him now wore a pale white shirt, the top two buttons undone. Her hair, dripping wet, framed her delicate features, then revealed her graceful neck and collarbone, with a faint glimpse of her cleavage in the unbuttoned slit. The fitted shirt curved across her chest, revealing the curve of her breasts, with the faint outline of two nipples visible at the top. It then tapered down to her slender waist, finally ending at her snow-white, soft thighs. A shy expression played on her face, and against her damp hair, her skin, as smooth and translucent as if fresh from a bath, was radiant. The shirt couldn't conceal her tightly clamped, white legs, leaving one even more fascinated by the sight of her genitals beneath the shirt.
I felt that the animal nature in me had been fully aroused, and I almost wanted to rush up and press the girl to the ground and directly insert my penis into her empty little pussy under her shirt.
I calmed down and didn't want to force her, but I moved the girl to the bed next to me and started directing Ying'er to pose.
"Ying'er...you...you do this...you sit on the bed...curl up your legs...yes...yes, hug your knees with your hands...slowly look at me."
