Yes, he paints her breasts too

"Alright, phase two," Robin announced, his voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet kitchen. He dipped a fresh sponge into the pot of neon yellow paint. "The torso. Arms out to the side, please."

Sofie swallowed hard, her face already burning from the ordeal of the shorts. She climbed down off the chair and lifted her arms away from her body, exposing her breasts fully to Robin's gaze. She felt incredibly ****, standing there with her legs spread and her chest thrust out, waiting to be "dressed."

"Good," Viki nodded, leaning back against the counter. "Remember, smooth strokes. We want it to look like a tank top. scoop neck."

Robin moved in, sponge held loosely in his hand. He started at her shoulder, dragging the cool, wet paint down her arm. Sofie shivered at the sensation, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

"It's cold," she murmured, watching the yellow color coat her skin.

"It'll warm up," Robin repeated mechanically, though his eyes were fixed on the swing of her breasts as she shivered. He painted her shoulder, her collarbone, and then moved down to her chest.

He hesitated. He was right there. He took a deep breath and pressed the sponge against the upper slope of her breast.

Sofie gasped. The sponge was rougher than she expected, and the paint felt sticky as it dried. "Careful," she breathed.

"I know," Robin whispered. He swirled the sponge over the soft mound, covering the pale skin in bright yellow. He was careful, professional, but the heat radiating from her body was intoxicating. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.

Then came the nipple.

Robin switched to a smaller brush, knowing he needed precision. He reached out and touched the bristles to the peak of her breast.

"Ah!" Sofie jerked, her hands flying up instinctively to cover her chest. "Too ticklish!"

"Soph, your hands!" Robin warned, but it was too late. She had smeared yellow paint all over her nipples and chest, ruining the smooth layer he had just applied.

"Great," Viki sighed, pushing off the counter. "Now we have to start over. Sofie, you can't keep doing that. You're smudging the art."

"I'm sorry! It's just... sensitive!" Sofie cried, looking at the mess on her chest.

"We need to immobilize her," Viki decided, walking over to Sofie. She grabbed Sofie's wrists. "Hands up. Over your head. Like you're surrendering."

"Viki, do I have to?" Sofie whined, but she let Viki pull her arms up until her hands were clasped behind her neck, her elbows pointing at the ceiling. The pose thrust her chest out even further, making her breasts look incredibly perky and defenseless.

"Yes. You have to," Viki said firmly. "Robin, clean her off and start again. And Sofie? Don't move those arms. If you drop them, we're doing the butt again."

"I won't! I promise!" Sofie squeaked. She squeezed her eyes shut, resigning herself to the voluntary ****.

Robin wiped away the smudged paint with a damp cloth, the friction against her sensitive nipples making her bite her lip. Once she was clean, he reapplied the base layer with trembling hands. He worked his way back to her left nipple, the brush hovering in the air.

"Just breathe," Robin coached, trying to calm his own racing heart. He painted the areola first, circling the dark skin with yellow.

"Unngh," Sofie whimpered, her back arching slightly. The brush was dancing on the edge of pain and pleasure.

"I know, almost done," Robin said. He moved to the nipple itself. He had to dab it to get the paint to stick.

He touched the brush to the hard bud.

"OH!" Sofie gasped, her whole body trembling. Her hips jerked, sending a ripple through her thighs, but she kept her arms up.

"Steady," Robin murmured, mesmerized by the sight of her nipple hardening under the wet bristles. He painted it thoroughly, ensuring every bump and ridge was covered in yellow. He repeated the process on the right side, taking his time, perhaps enjoying the way she squirmed and gasped a little too much.

By the time he finished the "shirt," Sofie was panting, eyes closed, her skin flushed and glistening. Robin sat back, admiring his work.

She was covered in neon yellow and blue. She looked like supergirl.

"Is it... is it done?" Sofie asked, daring to open one eye.

Robin checked her over. The paint was drying, creating a solid, opaque layer over her skin. "Yeah. It's done. I don't see any... well, i see only a little skin. Mostly just paint."

Viki walked around her, inspecting the seams. "Looks good to me. Solid coverage. A little see-through up close, but i think that might just be the curse. This looks like it might be a remedy though. Well done, Robin."

"Can I... can I put my arms down now?" Sophie begged, her shoulders burning from the strain.

"Yes, you can put them down," Viki laughed. "You're officially dressed."

Sophie lowered her arms, the relief washing over her. She looked down at her neon body. She felt like she was wearing clothes. The weight of the paint, the tightness of it against her skin, it felt like a second layer. A permanent layer. The curse must have felt the same, because it did not turn the paint invisible.

"I'm... I'm dressed," she whispered, a smile breaking across her face. "I'm not naked!"

She looked at Robin, who was staring at her with a mixture of pride and lingering lust. She realized that he had seen every inch of her, touched her in ways she had never been touched, and "clothed" her with his own hands.

"Thank you, Robin," she said softly, stepping away from the chair and standing tall, ignoring the way her breasts moved with the motion. "I owe you one."

Robin just nodded, unable to speak, his eyes glued to her yellow-painted nipples. He had just created the most beautiful piece of art on the cutest girl he had ever seen. Furthermore, he saw her in all her beauty beneath the surface.