Makoto Fushimi: Then Let's Take Pictures Together!

"It seems like you're underestimating your own charm, senior," Fushimi Makoto said.

Utaha paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "Even if you find the right moment to praise me, I still think you're a weird leg fetishist boy."

"I'm just stating a fact, just like when you complimented my photos, the most important reason is actually that you are good-looking."

"Thanks."

Utaha's smile showed no sign of abating.

Although she could tell that Fushimi Makoto was probably praising himself on purpose.

But the photos on her phone are really beautiful.

The photos are beautiful, and the people in them are even more beautiful.

This is simply a fact.

The two chatted casually on the way back, Fushimi Makoto thought that the reward for this mission should be a sure thing.

However, to his surprise, as soon as he and Utaha arrived at their doorstep, they saw a slender figure standing there.

Blonde hair, twin ponytails, a school uniform skirt, and shapely legs hidden inside stockings. However, the stockings weren't long enough to extend into the skirt, leaving a small section of rounded, fair thigh skin peeking out from under the skirt, which looked quite eye-catching in the hallway.

"Sawamura -kun?"

Fushimi Makoto was genuinely surprised this time.

He never expected that the "loser immortal" would be at his doorstep.

Utaha was also somewhat surprised. "Eriri Spencer Sawamura, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? Fushimi-kun isn't home? I was wondering why no one came out after I rang the doorbell for so long... But since Senpai is here too, that's good."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura muttered to herself, then suddenly blushed and picked up two gift boxes from the bag.

Under the questioning gazes of Fushimi Makoto and Eriri, Eriri Spencer Sawamura said somewhat awkwardly, "My mother always told me that I must be sincere and grateful to those who have helped me."

"Oh, so you came here specifically to give me a gift," Fushimi Makoto said, realizing.

Utaha couldn't help but laugh and said, "I remember this brand of pastries isn't cheap, is it?"

"Anyway, it was my mom who picked it out, and she insisted that I give it to you. I had no choice."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura muttered softly.

Although she said that, the nervousness in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

It's true that Sayuri chose the gift, but she was the one who offered to buy it as a token of gratitude.

She wanted to give a gift to express her gratitude, not only because Fushimi Makoto and Utaha had helped her, but also because the three of them had a very happy time together last time, and she later saw the success of that short film.

She's become interested in Fushimi Makoto.

Today, she brought gifts to visit Fushimi Makoto's house first, instead of going to Utaha's house first; that was partly her selfish motive.

"What happened last time was really just a small favor."

Fushimi Makoto's expression was gentle, but inwardly he sighed at how perfectly timed the arrival of this little golden retriever was.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura became a little anxious upon hearing his words: "I already said that Mom picked this out, it's not like I bought it, why don't you accept it?"

Fushimi Makoto and Utaha exchanged a glance, both of them realizing something was amiss.

Utaha didn't expose him, and expressed her gratitude after accepting the gift box.

Fushimi Makoto smiled and accepted the gift box, saying, "Alright, Sawamura- kun."

"Huh? I already said it wasn't my choice!"

"Alright, alright, let's go inside and talk."

"... Fushimi-kun, really, why don't you believe me?"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed and muttered to herself as she followed Fushimi Makoto to change her shoes.

Utaha walked behind the two, her feelings becoming even more complicated.

Was my day particularly unlucky?

I could tolerate being disrupted by Yukinoshita before, and just when I finally managed to readjust my mood, Eriri Spencer Sawamura showed up again.

Utaha sighed softly; she felt she shouldn't have gone out today.

Since both girls were wearing skirts, Fushimi Makoto naturally couldn't linger in the entryway while they were changing shoes.

As soon as Eriri Spencer Sawamura changed into her slippers, she saw Utaha press her hand against her long skirt and squat down in front of her.

She was stunned.

What a huge drum!

Utaha's behavior was perfectly normal; if she were to squat down while wearing a skirt, she would naturally need to hold the skirt down.

But she was wearing a long dress, and a belt that accentuated her figure.

As she crouched down, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who was behind her, saw everything clearly.

The blonde girl instantly felt the visual impact of a mature figure.

She made a mental comparison, almost as if possessed.

Then she was surprised to find that Utaha's exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio was even better than her mother's!

It's not just men who are attracted to women with good figures; some women are also particularly interested in this.

After seeing Utaha's waist-to-hip ratio up close, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's mind is now completely filled with those images, which she can't stop replaying in her head.

She was itching to try it.

After carefully selecting the gift, she had nothing to do that evening and thought of Fushimi Makoto Sei, who had helped her. So, she used her superb drawing skills to draw their likenesses.

She now feels her creative desire has been stimulated.

"Eriri Spencer Sawamura." Utaha's voice suddenly rang out.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura quickly snapped out of her daze, looked up, and saw that Utaha had already stood up and was looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Let's go in too."

She lowered her head and hurriedly said something, her waist twisting rapidly, not daring to meet Utaha's gaze.

Although Utaha was a little surprised by the other party's reaction, she was in a bit of a daze herself, so she didn't think too much about it.

The two beautiful girls took their seats in the living room. While preparing fruit, Fushimi Makoto was also racking his brains trying to figure out how to break the deadlock.

He couldn't very well take private photos of Kasumi in front of Eriri Spencer Sawamura, could he?

Not only would Utaha not agree to that kind of thing, Eriri Spencer Sawamura would probably also be "reacting".

Things are getting a little tricky; we need to think of a solution.

Fushimi Makoto and Utaha were putting their brains to work.

Only Eriri Spencer Sawamura was still immersed in the great drum effect.

Chapter 133 Fushimi Makoto: Let's film together!

"So, you two won't be filming together again anytime soon?"

In the living room, Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked up at her pretty little face, her eyes filled with clear surprise, and perhaps a hint of disappointment that she hadn't had time to hide.

She had been so engrossed in the overwhelming drumbeats of Utaha that Fushimi Makoto thought she was just being reserved, so he stepped in to warm things up and started a conversation.

After a brief conversation, Eriri Spencer Sawamura was successfully piqued by him and they naturally started talking about the movie.

"Yes, we definitely won't be filming any more during this period," Fushimi Makoto gave a definite answer.

"What's the reason?" Utaha, equally curious.

Fushimi Makoto explained, "Because I've been tutoring Ichika and the others lately, and Ichika herself has other things to do, I haven't had time to do anything else for the time being."

"You tutor them?" Utaha was taken aback.

"So you work part-time as a tutor? That makes sense. You've always been number one in your grade. Even Yukinoshita, whom my mom has praised many times, is only ranked behind you." Eriri Spencer Sawamura wasn't surprised.

The two people reacted completely differently.

Utaha was even more perceptive. In her eyes, Fushimi Makoto was tutoring the girls from the Nakano Family, those girls had the advantage of being close to the source.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura, however, didn't think about it at all.

She was still focused on the previous topic, muttering softly, "I thought you guys were going to keep filming."

"Did you really like that short film, Sawamura- kun?" Fushimi Makoto asked casually.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was taken aback, and instinctively denied it, saying, "No, that's not true. My parents dragged me to watch it..."

As she spoke, her voice softened, and she became more hesitant. "But you really did a great job filming it, it's just that the ending was a bit scary."

Her slender, beautiful legs twitched unconsciously a few times, probably because the unexpected ending had quite a shock to her, making her look fearful.

"If we can satisfy the audience, then our club's goal will have been achieved."

Fushimi Makoto responded verbally, seeing that the atmosphere was pleasant enough, he could begin his own plans.

"Senior, shall we start filming now?" he suddenly asked.

Filming?

What kind of filming?

Didn't Fushimi just say there wasn't time to film?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

She really wanted to know the reason, but was too embarrassed to ask.

Utaha hadn't expected Fushimi Makoto to bring this up in front of Eriri Spencer Sawamura, and she asked hesitantly, "Now?"

Fushimi Makoto said calmly, "The sooner we finish filming, the sooner you can go home and rest. After all, you're a girl, and we can't keep dragging it out until evening without starting filming; that would take up your personal time."

Utaha pursed her lips and remained silent.

She always felt that Fushimi Makoto's words had a hidden meaning.

Was he joking about his water-style ninjutsu performance in his hotel room that night?

She herself knew that the scene that night was impactful to anyone.

Not to mention that Fushimi Makoto has told her more than once that he really likes her legs.

That very night, while she was playing, her long, white legs were completely crossed over...

A sudden surge of shame welled up inside her.

But Utaha soon realized she was overthinking things.

Because after Fushimi Makoto brought the camera, he said to her, "Senior, if you hold this book in your hands, just like you normally would when reading, I think you'll create a really great photo."

Utaha took the book in surprise, and finally realized what was happening.

It turns out he wanted to take some normal photos of me, so that even if Eriri Spencer Sawamura was watching, neither of us would feel awkward, and he could also take good pictures of himself.

Recalling her embarrassing thoughts from just now, she felt a little ashamed and annoyed.

It was as if that night had opened the door to a new world for her. Whenever she met Fushimi Makoto or thought of him alone, she would unconsciously have some blush-inducing fantasies.

While secretly adjusting her mindset, Utaha sat up straight with her book in hand, adopting her usual reading posture.

In order to give Fushimi Makoto, her snow-white feet, which had been hidden inside her slippers, quietly emerged.

Those delicate, beautiful feet rested on the slippers, extending upwards to the fair ankles and the soft, rounded calves.

She believed that Fushimi Makoto didn't want to miss this opportunity, so even if she didn't get a chance to wear the pantyhose he had chosen, he couldn't wait.

My charm is indeed quite great.

She thought to herself.

However, she was only half right.

Despite Eriri Spencer Sawamura's curious gaze, Fushimi Makoto Utaha with the utmost professionalism.

He deliberately held up his camera and muttered to himself, "Let me think about how to shoot next."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Eriri Spencer Sawamura's curiosity was growing stronger, and he seized the opportunity to speak, "Sawamura- kun, would you like to see the photos?"