Yes, but it took a lot of convincing

Futaba had a difficult choice to make, a choice that would either way make things awkward between her and Inari. If she denied his request, he’d lose not only his trust in her, but most likely the content as he would not have a piece to submit. Is she excepted and stripped for him, well she’d be naked in front of her best friend of 5 years. Just thinking about that, exposing her bare skin, all of her bare skin to Yusuke made her heart pound out of her chest.

“W-why can’t you just use a reference online? There’s tons of naked women on the internet.” Futaba said, her cheeks completely flushed.

“It wouldn’t be the same… I have a highly specific pose in mind, and the rules of the competition dictates that it has to be a live model.” Yusuke explained.

Futaba grimaced, leaning her head back as she felt distraught. She really didn’t want to strip, but that would mean letting down Yusuke. After a couple of seconds contemplating, Futaba took a deep breath to realign herself.

“How much is the cash prize?” Futaba asked, wincing in anticipation.

“It’s a high profile event, with talent all across Japan. First place receives one million yen.”

“O-o-one million yen!?”

“Yes. I was going to use that money to finally pay the rest of the mortgage my bastard ex-teacher left me when he lended me his shack home. Turned out he hadn’t paid for the mortgage of this place for 10 years. Of course, he didn’t care as he had other homes to go to.”

“Shit…” Futaba said under her breath.

With such a huge cash prize looming over their heads and possibly reposition of Yusuke’s inherited home, Futaba was now in an even sticker position. But was she really going to sacrifice her dignity? Futaba thought for a moment before coming up with a proposal.

“Okay, I’ll do it if I get 20%”

“20%? That can be done.”

“A-a-and you gotta pay for the next three video games I want!”

“If that’s what it takes, then yes.”

“Deal!”

After a hardly argumentative compromise was hashed out between the two, Futaba new her nudity was inevitable. A chill went down her spine as she looked down at her tank top and pants. Embarrassingly enough, her nipples had poked through her think white top. She didn’t know why, but hoped Yusuke didn’t notice.

“Follow me into the art room and we can begin.” Yusuke said after getting up off the floor.

The two walked to the back of Yusuke’s home, with Futaba seeming distant. She really didn’t want to do this, but knew that money was now on the line, serious money.

They soon opened the door to Yusuke’s art room. Inside was hundreds of canvases either on the walls or leaning against them in piles. Each one was in a state of either completion with paint on them or simple sketches left unfinished. There were also large cans of paint in the back right corner of the room. They looked high quality, coming from a brand that Futaba was surprised Yusuke could afford.

It was a mess, but a mess an artist would consider art in of itself.

“Alright. If you wouldn’t mind stripping for me while I set up the canvas please, Futaba?”

“Y-yeah, sure…” Futaba said, nervously squeezing her legs together as she looked down at the ground.

Futaba closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths as she stood still, hesitant to strip off her clothes. She desperately wanted to keep them off, but knew she was just delaying the inevitable.

So with shaky hands, she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and slipped over her head. Over the years her chest had upgraded from barely an A cup to a respectable C now that she was 20. They weren’t Ann or Haru big, much to her envy, but at least she had some meat on her chest now. Her areolas were a peachy pink color, and her nipples were as sharp as glass as they stood at attention. Futaba blushed as she could the cool air nip at her bare chest.

Next was her sweat pants, and to just get it over with like a dirty bandage, Futaba grabbed her waist band and slid them down her slender legs, exposing her bubbly ass and pussy. She had a bit of a black bush, her original hair color, which made it hard to even see her pussy lips.

Futaba looked down at her nude body, her completely nude body and couldn’t help but reflexively cover herself, with one hand covering her tits and one hand diving into the jungle below. She’d never been naked outside her room and the shower, which made her feel like a fish out of water.

Yusuke was preparing his canvas as he turned his head to look at a now nude and shivering Futaba.

“Wow…” Yusuke said in a soft tone, his eyes wandering over Futaba’s bare skin. “You stripped quicker than expected.”

“W-w-w-well I, erm, forgot to wear underwear…” Futaba replied stuttering as she kept her mind preoccupied with keeping all of her naughty bits covered.

Yusuke let out a small chuckle. “It’s almost like you knew you’d be stripping today.”

“Shut up, Inari!” Futaba yelled as her face glowed a bright pink hue. She pouted and looked away, too ashamed and embarrassed to even look Yusuke in the face, unknowingly flashing her round ass to him instead.