Monday, 3:00 AM
As he slept, Sogo Doma suddenly felt a chill across his body. Then, a rather soft, smooth touch pressed against him. In that instant, he jolted awake.
Who was it? An assassin, or a monster?
Sogo Doma opened his eyes.
Mashiro Shiina had her eyes open too, her hand stroking his upper body.
Sogo Doma: "..."
So it was Mashiro. No, wait!
"Mashiro, what are you doing?"
Mashiro Shiina tilted her head. "I can't draw the male body. I've never seen one before, so I wanted Sogo to be my model."
Sogo Doma: "..."
No, no, this was definitely wrong!
"At beaches and swimming pools, there are so many guys wearing nothing but swim trunks..."
Mashiro Shiina: "I've never been."
Sogo Doma rubbed his forehead. "Mashiro, what kind of life did you even live before this?!"
"Drawing..." Mashiro Shiina answered earnestly, though she seemed somewhat dejected. "Only drawing."
Sogo Doma: "..."
That was exactly it. That was why he felt too embarrassed to tease Mashiro. This girl, who seemed to have already achieved so much, had actually lost far more than those accomplishments could ever make up for...
"Sogo, be my model. I want to learn how to draw the male body," Mashiro Shiina said again.
"Mashiro, can't you just watch videos on the computer?" Humans were strange creatures. At the beach or by the pool, they did not feel anything was wrong with wearing only swim trunks. But once they left that setting, exposing themselves still felt embarrassing. Perverts were excluded, of course—such as a certain Satoshi Isshiki, or a certain Iori...
"Videos lack a sense of depth..." Mashiro Shiina shook her head, rejecting Sogo Doma's suggestion before speaking again. "Sogo only needs to stand there. Mashiro will learn quickly!"
Sogo Doma: "..."
Mashiro, this was