He Really Was Hungry

"Huh? I... um... okay."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura stammered for a moment, but in the end, curiosity overcame her reserve.

She really wanted to see it.

I also wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

Taking advantage of the moment she stood up, she asked, "What are you doing?"

Fushimi Makoto smiled and said, "I made plans with my senior to take some photos. Oh right, I almost forgot to mention, I'm actually quite good at taking photos. You can give it a try if you're interested."

"I don't need it... Huh?"

Before Eriri Spencer Sawamura could finish her refusal, she was stunned when she saw the photo of Utaha in the camera.

It looks great!

Well done!

Envy welled up in her eyes.

Fushimi Makoto quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The solution he had painstakingly devised over a long period of time could finally be implemented.

Since Eriri Spencer Sawamura is watching, and it's inconvenient for Utaha to wear pantyhose to cooperate, let's just take pictures together!

This strategy requires some skill to execute, but the rewards are very high.

"I've figured out what to film next."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura Fushimi Makoto, who was still looking at the photos, and said, "Sawamura- kun, could you sit next to my senior?"

"Me?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura pointed to her face in surprise.

Fushimi Makoto: "Yes, I just suddenly realized that since you two are both very beautiful, if we sit together for a photo, we can capture two different kinds of beauty in one picture."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed. Being praised for her beauty so directly was a completely different feeling from being praised at school.

Over there sat a famously beautiful upperclassman from the school. Fushimi Makoto's words were tantamount to saying: You are all beauties of the same caliber.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura didn't refuse, but blushed and said, "Um, taking photos is no problem, but I don't know exactly how to do it."

Fushimi Makoto's professional stance just now was effective.

The photos were beautiful, and the photographer seemed very professional, so she immediately felt that she could "trust them."

"Don't worry, I will teach you."

Fushimi Makoto calming the girl down, Fushimi Makoto somewhat awkwardly walked over and sat down next to Utaha.

"Senior, is a photo of the two of us okay?" Fushimi Makoto specifically asked.

I have no objection.

Utaha responded lightly, but suspicion arose in her heart.

Could it be that he's taken a liking to Eriri Spencer Sawamura?

That shouldn't be the case. Eriri Spencer Sawamura is indeed very pretty, but compared to the girls he's involved with, her figure is far too lacking.

In other words, Fushimi Makoto didn't know what Utaha was thinking; otherwise, he would definitely have told her that raising a child by your own hands is also very fulfilling.

"Sawamura- kun, now lean back a little, yes, and close your eyes. You can gently put your heads together; that'll create a beautiful picture of a girl secretly taking a nap."

Under Fushimi Makoto's meticulous guidance, he took five photos of the two beautiful girls before stopping.

"Take a look, and let me know if you're not satisfied with anything," Fushimi Makoto said, handing over the camera.

Utaha didn't answer, because she was having doubts.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura answered quickly because she really cared.

However, once she saw the photos with her own eyes, all her expectations were immediately met.

"These photos are really beautiful." She couldn't suppress her smile; she unconsciously blurted out what she really thought.

At this moment, Fushimi Makoto naturally wanted to offer emotional support. "I'm glad you're satisfied, but what you said just now wasn't quite accurate."

"Where is it inaccurate?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked up with a big smile.

Fushimi Makoto pointed at her and Utaha, and said in a professional tone, "When people are good-looking, the photos will turn out better."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed again, but her smile widened.

Utaha expressionlessly tucked her small feet back into her slippers.

I'm giving you benefits, and you're chatting so happily with another woman right in front of me?

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to see it.

I silently thought to myself: She's getting anxious.

Chapter 134 He was really hungry

There's a saying: When people are in a hurry, they can do anything.

Similarly, when people are anxious, their rationality gradually disappears along with that impatience.

Utaha is in this state right now.

Irritable.

Dissatisfied.

She became even more dissatisfied when she saw Eriri Spencer Sawamura's blushing, smug expression beside her.

Just because someone's good-looking, you think you can hook up with them like that? Eriri Spencer Sawamura, can't you be a little more dignified?

Utaha crossed her arms, no longer in the mood to look at the photos; her inner anxiety made her beautiful legs tremble impatiently.

Fushimi Makoto had already remembered her little habit, and turned to walk towards the bedroom. "I'm going to get something, you can look at the photos first."

He then picked up the shopping bag containing the stockings.

"Okay." Eriri Spencer Sawamura was still staring at the photo.

Utaha stared at Fushimi Makoto's back for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and followed him.

Her patience had run out.

We need to find this guy and get to the bottom of this.

From an angle she couldn't see, Fushimi Makoto, hearing footsteps behind him, smiled.

Finally, the part I've been waiting for is almost here.

Fushimi Makoto entered the bedroom and put down the bag, a very pleasant fragrance wafted from behind him.

He slowly turned around and saw Utaha slightly raise her chin, asking, "You seem to have forgotten something very important."

"You mean the stockings I picked out for you? Here they are! I even brought them in." Fushimi Makoto was prepared.

Utaha gave her a disdainful look. "You should know that's not what I'm asking."

Fushimi Makoto feigned confusion. "Not stockings? Could it be that you weren't satisfied with the photo of the two of you earlier?"

This guy!

Utaha's chest heaved rapidly; she couldn't believe that Fushimi Makoto didn't understand her.

Our previous interactions have clearly demonstrated that he's more skilled than me.

If that's the case, how could he not see that he was annoyed because Eriri Spencer Sawamura was paying too much attention to him?

Utaha was silent for a moment, then suddenly walked forward.

As they drew closer, her fragrance became even more pronounced.

Fushimi Makoto smelled the fragrance of her hair, the scent of her shower gel, and... perhaps the aroma of her body lotion.

Since he had never seen Utaha apply body lotion, he couldn't be 100% sure.

At least it didn't smell like perfume.

"You just want to see me panic, don't you?"

As she moved closer, the dissatisfaction and annoyance in her beautiful eyes became apparent.

"So you already guessed it?" Fushimi Makoto seemed surprised.

Utaha had an "I knew it" expression on her face, and her voluptuous body was almost pressed against her.

"Now that you've seen it, what are your thoughts?" she asked.

"So cute!"

"..."

Utaha almost lost her composure.

Fushimi Makoto then said, "It's a pity the camera is still in the living room, otherwise I would definitely have taken a picture of your expression right now."

"Because it looks good?" Utaha raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's pretty and cute." Fushimi Makoto glanced at the bag on the ground, "But senpai is still missing the most crucial prop."

Utaha understood that the other person was referring to stockings.

She suddenly raised her hand and pushed Fushimi Makoto backward, away from the doorway.

The next moment, she raised her beautiful face and said, "Given your behavior just now, you'll have to listen to me when we take pictures later."

As she spoke, her small hands caressed Fushimi Makoto's face, her wine-red eyes sparkling with excitement.

At this moment, she once again exuded that queenly aura.

"But the problem is, I'm the photographer," Fushimi Makoto reminded him.

"What does it matter? You can take a really nice picture of me anyway, but I know what you really want to do isn't just to make me look pretty..."

She paused, then said in a rather provocative tone, "Because you like my legs."

Seeing her trying to regain the initiative, Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh, "To be honest, your expression right now is really cute."

Utaha's face flushed slightly. Did this guy not know how to read the room when he spoke?

She wanted to regain her rhythm, to become the hunter, not the prey.

As a result, Fushimi Makoto simply wouldn't fall for it.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Utaha raised her other hand, this time cupping Fushimi Makoto's face in her hands.

This gesture, combined with her delicate face flushed with rosy cheeks and her beautiful eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, was truly irresistible.

"I have to remind you, Sawamura- kun is still outside," Fushimi Makoto said.

Utaha smiled nonchalantly, "I know Eriri Spencer Sawamura better than you do. She's engrossed in those beautiful photos, and we're in the bedroom. Unless you call her in, she won't bother us..."

Before she could finish speaking, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's voice suddenly came from outside. "Fushimi, could you send me these photos tonight? I want to show them to Mom... Huh?"

Utaha was startled and quickly turned around.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was standing outside the door, her eyes wide like saucers, staring in shock at the two people pressed together.

The air seemed to quiet down.

"You guys... I'm sorry."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura didn't even finish her sentence before running away with a surprised expression.

Then she hurriedly called out, "Fushimi, I'm going home now. Thank you for the photos today."

Then came a series of hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura ran into the stairwell before stopping, panting.

She still can't calm down when she recalls what she just witnessed.

"So that's what kind of relationship the senior and Fushimi have? No wonder they came back together today..."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face flushed red; the scene she had just witnessed had quite a shock to her.

From her perspective, the two people were clearly about to kiss.