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Chapter 61: The Work of Art
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 13:57:21 +0000 UTCOwen pushed open the door to "Jace's Tech Den," and the unique, mixed aroma of high-tech equipment immediately greeted him. He looked past the shelves filled with cutting-edge gadgets towards the counter and found the shop owner in the middle of a full-blown sales performance.
Jace stood casually behind the counter, one hand on his hip while the other demonstrated a small camera drone to a couple, his sales pitch bombastic and full of impressive technical jargon. "And with my brilliantly designed gyroscope system, it doesn't just fly steadily… it can also dodge a bullet fired from 1000 meters away!" he said, skillfully maneuvering the drone to fly back and forth under his arm.
Owen could only shake his head slightly at his friend's unchanging work style. He quietly browsed the shop, waiting for Jace to finish with his customers.
After the couple, impressed by its (unnecessary bullet-dodging) performance, easily agreed to buy the expensive drone, Owen walked over to Jace.
"Still a master salesman, huh, genius~?" Owen greeted him.
"Of course, my friend!" Jace replied proudly. "My products are the real deal, not just hype. So, what can I do for you?"
"Something important," Owen leaned forward and whispered. "I did it, Jace… I claimed I just bought a new camera and wanted to test its performance, so Sahara agreed to be my model. We've set a date for this Wednesday." He explained briefly before getting to the purpose of his visit.
"So I came to you because I need to borrow a professional-grade camera to make it believable. I need a camera that looks like it was just bought… If I use my own, someone like Sahara will know with one glance that it's been used for a long time. The plan could fall apart."
At Owen's words, Jace's whole world stopped spinning. The cloth in his hand fell onto the counter without him realizing it. His eyes went wide with shock, before a fire of envy blazed up, impossible to conceal.
"What!?" he shouted loudly, then shot out from behind the counter, grabbed Owen's shoulders, and shook him violently. "Are you serious!? Sahara agreed to be your model!? One-on-one!?"
Owen could only nod, confused by the overly dramatic reaction.
"This is insane!" Jace let go of Owen and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Me… her best friend… I've never gotten an opportunity like that! Do you know how hard I have to work to secretly take pictures of her, just to get one good shot!?" He started pacing around the shop like a caged rat, muttering to himself. "The angle's not right… not enough light… and I have to keep dodging people's eyes… And when I finally get a picture that's as perfect as a fine work of art, it gets deleted right in front of my face?..."
Owen just shrugged at Jace's over-the-top performance. But suddenly, Jace stopped pacing. The look of envy in his eyes was replaced by a spark of hope and extreme excitement, like an artist who had just discovered the path to creating his masterpiece.
"Wait right here!" he ordered sharply, before quickly running and disappearing into the back of the shop.
Not long after, he returned with a sturdy and luxurious matte black aluminum camera case. He placed it on the counter as if laying a cornerstone, then respectfully undid the latches one by one before opening it with care.
Inside was lined with bright red velvet cushioning. In the center lay a "ChronoFrame X-Pro" model mirrorless camera. Its body was made of a solid black titanium alloy, looking powerful and full of technology. It was a special custom-made model with only a few in the world. Next to it was a "Stellar Optics 1200mm" telephoto zoom lens that looked more like a sniper rifle barrel than a camera lens.
Jace looked at it with the eyes of an obsessed artist. He gently caressed the camera as if it were his beloved treasure before looking up to meet Owen's eyes seriously. "This is my treasure, my friend… Take good care of it!"
He handed the camera to Owen, his tone changing. It was filled with passion and pressure. "Get every angle, especially the 'upward angle.' The light and shadow must be as perfect as a Caravaggio painting! Don't you disappoint me!"
Owen took the camera, which was heavier than he expected. He looked deep into Jace's blazing eyes and nodded firmly. He could feel the immense increase in pressure. This was no longer just a mission in exchange for a scanner; it was now carrying the great (and twisted) hopes and dreams of Jace on his shoulders.
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The coastal road on Wednesday was as beautiful as a painting. Owen drove his SUV along the route Sahara had sent him. On one side was a steep cliff, and on the other, the turquoise sea sparkled under the bright sun. He turned onto a discreetly hidden private road before stopping in front of a massive, formidable black wrought-iron gate.
After passing through security, he truly entered Sahara's "kingdom." Her vacation home was a modern architectural style of glass and polished concrete, standing majestically on a low hill with a panoramic view of the sea. An infinity pool that stretched to meet the horizon made it seem as if the water connected seamlessly with the ocean.
Owen parked his car and walked into the open-plan house. Floor-to-ceiling doors were wide open, welcoming the gentle sea breeze. And then, the owner of the house appeared. She stepped out from the shadows of the living room with the graceful gait of a queen.
Sahara was in a sheer, floor-length white silk robe that was tied loosely. It couldn't hide the incredible curves of the body beneath. With her every step, the fabric fluttered, revealing glimpses of her legs and honey-colored skin.
"I was starting to think you wouldn't dare to show up… darling," she smiled with a hint of intrigue. "Come in… care for something cold to drink?"
"Just water is fine," Owen replied, trying his best to keep his voice normal.
She led him through the elegantly decorated house, with its minimalist but expensive-looking furniture, out to a large teak wood terrace that connected to a pristine private beach. Two canvas lounge chairs and a large umbrella were already set up. On a small table next to the chairs, a pitcher of fruit juice and crystal glasses, cold with condensation, were ready.
The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore in a steady rhythm became the luxurious and private soundtrack for the scene. Owen could feel the faint scent of salt in the air blowing in from the turquoise sea before him. The warm sunlight bathed his skin but didn't feel overly hot, as the breeze blowing across the teak terrace continuously carried the heat away.
Sahara stood facing the sea, letting the wind play with her jet-black hair and the hem of her robe. She stood still for a moment as if soaking in her private kingdom, before turning back to face Owen, her eyes sparkling with a playful and challenging look.
"So, what do you think, darling? Can my little kingdom help you relax a bit?" she said with a smirk. "Or… does this kind of atmosphere make you nervous?"
Owen took a sip of water to buy some time. He could feel the psychological game she was starting. "I have to admit, it's a very beautiful view," he answered coolly, then glanced at her to convey his meaning. "But if anything were to make me nervous… it would probably be the owner of this place."
The direct and cleverly complimentary answer made Sahara laugh with delight. "Quite the sweet talker, aren't you~" she said. "Well then, let's see… just how well you can handle 'the owner of this place.'"
She slowly untied the silk knot at her waist, deliberately and slowly. Her dark brown eyes were locked on him, as if to mesmerize him into watching her every move. Her long, slender fingertips slowly loosened the knot, revealing the full cleavage and honey-colored skin hidden beneath the fabric, bit by bit, before she let the silk robe fall softly and silently to her ankles.
Owen unintentionally held his breath…
The gorgeous figure hidden beneath the robe was now fully revealed to him. She was in a mint green one-piece bikini, designed to be both classy and supremely seductive. It wasn't just a swimsuit, but a work of art. The high-quality fabric hugged every curve of her body perfectly. The suit was cut deep at the waist and back, revealing flawless, smooth honey-colored skin, and further accentuating her full, rounded buttocks. Small, gold metal accessories on the neck strap and hips reflected the sunlight with a flash, making her look like a sea goddess who had just appeared.
"Stunned, are we?" she asked, giggling at his reaction, before walking over to pick up a stylishly designed bottle of sunscreen from the table and handing it to him. "Looks like I'll have to trouble my honorary photographer for a bit."
Owen was pulled from his trance. He cleared his throat lightly to cover it up. "Ahem… It would be my pleasure, madam~"
Sahara threw herself down onto the lounge chair, facedown, with the grace of a panther. She stretched her arms out lazily, her back to him, revealing a flawless, smooth back, a spine that curved down to full, rounded buttocks that peeked out challengingly from the edge of the bikini. It was an inviting and extremely dangerous sight. "I can't reach my back… help me out."
It was a command in the form of a request… one he could not refuse.
Owen approached hesitantly. He sat down lightly on the edge of the chair, feeling his weight make it sink slightly. He opened the bottle and squeezed the sunscreen onto his palm. A faint, fragrant scent of coconut and frangipani drifted to his nose. He could feel the coolness of the cream contrast with the heat of her body as his fingertips made light contact with her back.
Her skin was unbelievably soft and smooth, like the finest silk warmed by the sun. He swallowed hard, trying to be professional and focus on the mission as much as possible. He slowly and evenly spread the cream all over her back. His palm moved in a soft, circular motion, but every touch of his fingertips as they traced the curve of her spine and her slender waist made the blood in his veins run hot.
When his palm reached the edge of her slender waist, he paused for a moment. Before him was the true goal of his mission… full, perfectly round buttocks, standing out defiantly under his palm. This was the 'work of art' that Jace was obsessed with… and now it was just inches away.
His heart pounded harder. This was no longer just applying sunscreen; it was crossing into extremely dangerous territory. He gathered all his courage and slowly moved his cream-covered palm down to touch the upper part of her buttock, as lightly as possible.
The first touch was like a static shock that shot through both of them. The skin of her ass was both exquisitely smooth and taut, firm with well-toned muscle and a perfect layer of fat, making his palm feel searing hot. He began to rub the cream in a slow, gentle circle, trying to finish the job, but the more he touched the large, round globes before him… the more he became entranced by their perfection.
His fingers began to work on their own, lightly kneading the soft flesh before slowly increasing the pressure to massage the cream deep into her skin. The full, supple feeling, as resilient as a ripe peach, made the cock beneath his pants instantly harden until it ached. It was so tight it felt like it would burst.
"Mmm…" Sahara involuntarily moaned in her throat, a sound that was husky and full of pleasure. She didn't just moan… she was responding… slowly and deliberately arching her round hips up to meet his palm, grinding her firm buttocks against his hand seductively. It was a wordless expression… permission, an invitation for him to press on.
The sire instinct in Owen was screaming. He wanted to flip her over and slam his shaft into her right then and there, but he had to restrain himself. He forced himself to continue his work. His palms continued to massage both her buttocks, alternating left and right, skillfully, as if mesmerized, until the cream had been completely absorbed, leaving only the smoldering heat from both their bodies.
After he finished applying sunscreen for Sahara, Owen quickly stood up and took a step back to compose himself, taking a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions. His heart was still pounding like a war drum. The air was thick with a sexual tension ready to erupt at any moment…
Sahara slowly flipped over onto her back. She put on her sunglasses and glanced at him through the dark lenses. "Thanks… Your massage felt very good I'm ready for the photoshoot now, darling~" Her words were full of innuendo… and now, it was time for the photoshoot to begin.
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