(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
"Quit being shy."
"W-wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? LET GO OF MEEEEE!"
Shiho had grabbed Ann's hand and tugged. It was a miracle that Ann had managed to get her free arm up over her breasts in time, because within seconds she was tugged flailing over to an incredulous Yusuke.
Of course, he was an artist. He was supposed to be desensitized, a passive observer, detached from the details of his subject with an objective perspective.
So much for that.
He'd never seen anything like the blushing muse before him, and for a long moment he just stared like a deer in headlights.
Shiho had long since let Ann go since they were at their destination, so she sat back to enjoy the spectacle... and maybe the view.
Ann was fuming. The damage was done, it was all she could manage to take up a posture that afforded her as much cover as possible... a 3/4 angle that kept her rear out of view, an uprisen leg used to conceal her pelvic area, and her arms tightly, tightly clutched across her breasts.
All while she gave Shiho a look that promised unending pain, a swift ****, or both.
"W-well... then..." Yusuke cleared his throat, and took up his brush. "L-let's... uh... begin..." Paint, don't stare.
Yusuke would certainly try, despite that only Ann seemed to be aware that her abandoned clothing were several feet away, not only well out of reach... but also, terrifyingly, open to the possibility of theft.
And so...
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