To join her

Futaba couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable being the only one of the two people in the room completely naked, whilst the other person got to stare at her unimpeded for hours on end. But that’s when she had a brilliant, and honestly devious suggestion, a suggestion that Futaba thought would convince Yusuke to not go forward with his pose idea.

“You know Inari, it’s hardly fair that I’m the only one naked.” Futaba said cheekily through flustered cheeks.

“I mean, that’s kind of the point, no? You are my nude model after all.” Yusuke said, looking confused.

“Yeah, but I think I’d be a whole lot more comfortable if you were naked too. I mean, it’s only fair…” Futaba said, sure that Yusuke would be too embarrassed to go through with her demands.

“Hmm…” Yusuke pondered. “I guess that does make logical sense. And you said that my nudity would make you feel more comfortable?” Yusuke asked sincerely.

“Erm… yeah?” Futaba was beginning to feel nervous. She tried to convince herself that he surely wouldn’t strip for her just for some dumb pose, but as she was thinking to herself she saw Yusuke undoing his belt.

“W-wait you’re actually stripping!” Futaba exclaimed whilst blushing.

Yusuke quickly dropped his pants, revealing his worn pair of boxers. Futaba couldn’t help but stare at his crotch through his underwear, her mind panicking as she watched Yusuke strip.

“Yes? Is that not what you just said for me to do?” Yusuke replied as he lifted his shirt over his head, showing off his pale and slender chest and stomach. He was lean, leaner than a string bean, but with how skinny he was, what little muscle he did have shined through.

“Y-y-yeah but I wasn’t expecting you to actually do it!”

Futaba was so overwhelmed by Yusuke’s sudden stripping that she could barely form a sentence after that, watching as he quickly pulled down his boxers. Futaba’s eyes immediately focus on Yusuke’s junk, similarly covered in a thick bush like hers. His cock was flaccid as it dangled above his hair covered ball sack.

“There! Now we are both as naked as the day we were born!” Yusuke said with a confident soft smile, holding his arms out in front of Futaba, whose eyes were widened from shock.

“Now about that pose, hmmm. Here let me demonstrate it for you, now that I’m similarly nude to you.” Yusuke said.

Futaba saw Yusuke hold his arms out at an angle and making a heart shape with his hands. As he poses for her, Futaba couldn’t keep her eyes off his flaccid dick as it moved alongside Yusuke’s movements. It was almost hypnotic in a way.

“Do you notice the shadows around my chest? It creates a heart outline! I’ve always wanted to use light and shadow in my work, but never had the best piece to demonstrate it. But with this competition, it had ignited a creative fire in me like no other!” Yusuke passionately explained, only for him to notice Futaba not paying attention.

“Are you even listening?” Yusuke asked, placing his hands on his bare hips.

Futaba shook her head as she was lost in staring at Yusuke’s cock. “Y-yeah! Heart shadow thing, gotcha…”

Futaba tried to mimic what little of the pose she could remember Yusuke explaining and showing to her. She hesitated at first, but eventually took her arms away from her chest and pussy and held it out as far as she could.

“L-l-like this?” Futaba asked, her face completely flustered as she struggled to keep her eyes away from Yusuke’s nude body.

“Perfection! Hold that pose while I sketch it down!” Yusuke said with an enthusiastic smile. He quickly turned around, flashing his pale butt to her before sitting down behind his canvas.

“What have I done…” Futaba thought to herself