Hiro watches Ken leave, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He turns to Sumi, his smile widening, his voice softening. "Well, Sumi," he says, his voice smooth and reassuring, "I'm so glad you've agreed to join us. You're going to be a fantastic addition to the team."
He pauses, his gaze lingering on her face, her eyes, her lips. "Nana's already on board, of course," he continues, his voice casual, "and we're trying to gather a few more… prominent… students. We want to make this festival poster truly unforgettable."
He steps closer, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath her uniform. "The photoshoot will start soon," he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "and we need to get some test shots done. How about tomorrow, at the student photo club? It will be private, just the two of us. You don't need to feel shy."
Gods, she's even more beautiful up close, he thinks, his gaze lingering on her face. Her eyes are like pools of liquid moonlight, and her lips… those lips were made for kissing.
He allows his gaze to drift lower, taking in the delicate curve of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips. Her figure is developing nicely, he muses, his mind conjuring images of her naked, her skin smooth and inviting. Those breasts, just the right size, firm and perky. And those hips… perfect for gripping.
He imagines her posing for him, her body contorted into seductive positions, her eyes filled with a shy, innocent allure. She's going to be a star, he thinks, a predatory smile spreading across his lips. A star in my private collection.
He returns his attention to her face, his eyes softening, his voice becoming gentle and persuasive. "You know, Sumi," he says, his voice laced with a seductive charm, "you have the potential to be a star. Not just in school, but in the entire town. After the festival, everyone will know your name."
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "You have a natural beauty," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "A captivating innocence that the camera loves. You'll be a sensation, Sumi. Everyone will be talking about you."
He pauses, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Imagine it," he whispers, his voice filled with a hypnotic quality. "Your face on posters, your image in magazines. Everyone admiring you, desiring you."
He takes another step closer, his body almost touching hers. "You'll be famous, Sumi," he murmurs, his breath warm against her ear. "You'll be adored. And I'll be the one who made it happen. I'll be the one who captured your beauty, who revealed your hidden star."
Hiro approaches Sumi, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "Let's take a selfie," he suggests, his voice a low murmur. "For the announcement, of course."
Sumi, still flustered, nods hesitantly. Hiro pulls out his phone, his fingers expertly navigating the screen. He positions the camera, his gaze never leaving Sumi's face.
"Come here," he says, gently pulling her closer. Sumi, unsure of herself, moves closer, her shoulder brushing against his. Hiro's arm slides around her waist, pulling her flush against his side.
Sumi stiffens, her breath catching in her throat. She feels the warmth of his body radiating through his shirt, the solidness of his chest against her. His hand, ostensibly there to guide her, rests on her waist, his fingers lightly grazing her skin.
"Smile," Hiro murmurs, his voice a low rumble.
Sumi manages a weak smile, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. Hiro snaps the photo, his fingers lingering on her waist.
"Perfect," he says, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's try another one."
He gently adjusts her position, his hand moving lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "Turn slightly," he instructs, his voice barely audible. "Let the light catch your face."
Sumi obeys, her body trembling slightly. She feels the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze burning into her skin. His hand, now resting on her lower back, moves slowly, deliberately, tracing the delicate curve of her spine.
He snaps another photo, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky. "You're so beautiful."
He continues to take photos, each one more intimate than the last. He adjusts her position, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, exploring her body. He brushes her hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek, her earlobe. He whispers encouragements, his voice a low, seductive hum.
"Relax," he murmurs. "Let go. Let the camera capture your essence."
Sumi, mesmerized by his touch, his gaze, his words, finds herself responding to his subtle commands. She tilts her head, her lips parting slightly, her eyes half-closed. She feels a strange arousal stirring within her, a mixture of fear and an exhilarating sense of forbidden pleasure.
Hiro, watching her, feels a surge of triumph. He has her exactly where he wants her. She is his, for the taking. He knows he must be careful, to play it cool, to keep her hooked. But the thought of possessing her, of capturing her beauty for all eternity, is intoxicating.
Finally, he steps back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "That's enough for now," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I think we've captured some amazing shots.Just remember, Sumi, tomorrow's photoshoot is crucial. Be ready to shine."
He pauses, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm looking forward to seeing what we can create together," he murmurs, before turning and leaving the room, the click of the door echoing behind him.
The photo club room, usually a cluttered space filled with equipment and half-finished projects, is transformed. Soft lighting illuminates a makeshift backdrop, and Hiro paces impatiently, checking his camera settings. He hears the click of heels in the hallway and his posture straightens.
Nana enters, a whirlwind of energy, her smile bright and eager. "Hiro! I'm here! Ready for my close-up!"
Hiro's eyes sweep over her, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts beneath her uniform. "Perfect timing," he says, his voice smooth and welcoming. "You look stunning, as always."
Nana giggles, her cheeks flushing slightly. "So, what's the plan? Am I going to be a supermodel today?"
Hiro chuckles, his eyes twinkling. "Something like that. We're doing a test shoot, just to get you comfortable with the lighting and the poses. You know, so you don't get shy under the real flashlights and the crowd."
He gestures towards a rack of clothing. "We have a few different costumes planned. First, we'll start with your school uniform, but we'll do some casual styles with it, too. Then, we'll move onto sports attire, something athletic and dynamic. And finally, we have some casual fashion outfits, for the fashion show segment of the festival. This is your chance, Nana. This is your step towards fame within the school."
Nana's eyes widen, her excitement palpable. "Really? All of that? Wow!"
Hiro smiles, his eyes lingering on her face. "Yes. We want to showcase your versatility, your beauty. We want to make you shine." He grabs the camera. "Let's start with the uniform. Just some simple poses to begin with. Then we'll get more creative."
"Alright!" Nana says, striking a pose, hands on her hips. "What do you want me to do?"
Hiro circles her, his eyes assessing her from different angles. "First, just stand naturally. Relax. Let the camera capture your… essence." He snaps a few photos, his eyes never leaving her. "Good. Now, try a slight smile. A little more playful."
Nana tilts her head, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. Hiro snaps more photos, his fingers clicking rapidly. "Perfect. Now, try a more serious expression. Sultry. Mysterious."
Nana's smile fades, replaced by a smoldering gaze. Hiro's breath hitches slightly. "Excellent," he murmurs, his voice low. "Just like that. Now, let's try some different poses. A hand on your hip, a leg slightly forward. Show off those curves."
Nana obeys, her body moving with a newfound confidence. Hiro's eyes follow her every movement, his gaze lingering on her exposed thighs, the curve of her breasts beneath her uniform. He imagines her in the other outfits, her body even more exposed, even more alluring.
"Perfect," he says, his voice husky. "You're a natural. Now, let's try some casual poses. Lean against the wall, cross your arms. Look rebellious."
He adjusts the lighting, creating a more dramatic effect. Nana leans against the wall, her expression defiant. Hiro snaps more photos, his fingers moving faster, his excitement growing.
"You're amazing, Nana," he murmurs, his voice laced with admiration. "You're going to be a star."