"Come, don't move, it'll be over quickly."
"Yes, hold on a bit, I'll be done soon."
"Okay...."
....
At five in the afternoon, approaching dusk,
in the bedroom,
the handsome youth was propped up against the headboard, and the great painter seated with an easel on a nearby chair.
The dim glow of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting light on the two, creating a scene that was harmonious? Beautiful? Filled with an artistic vibe....
Misaki Saki wore overalls with a beret perched on her head, one eye tightly shut and the other wide open, her tongue licking the corner of her mouth while raising the paintbrush directly in front of her, as if aiming at something,
A young female painter? No!! A young female nude art painter!
Without a sofa,
the boy leaned against the headboard, his handsome face ice-cold, showing no expression, his body draped in a silk white cloth Misaki Saki seemed to have found somewhere, revealing perfect muscular contours,
