To be honest, Airi really wanted to take outdoor selfies.
The snow-covered campus was full of perfect spots—by the artificial lake, inside the grove, even the bustling Keyaki Mall.
But doing so would risk exposing her identity. Besides, she'd be too embarrassed to take photos under the gaze of strangers. Even running into a single passerby would make her heart race.
So she found herself back at the familiar Special Instruction Building, home to science labs, home economics rooms, and audiovisual classrooms.
Normally, no one came here outside of class hours.
Occasionally, a few clubs held activities here, but most gathered in the club activity building instead, further reducing the chances of encountering anyone.
As usual, Airi slipped into one of the classrooms with practiced ease, shutting the door behind her before setting up for her shoot
.She fiddled with the digital camera in her hand, involuntarily recalling their previous encounter, and her mood suddenly plummeted.
She knew absolutely nothing about cameras—specs, techniques, none of it mattered to her.
The only reason she'd bought this digital camera was because she happened to have the Personal Points to spare, and it took clearer, more beautiful photos than her phone.
Kaoru had taught her many little photography tricks, all of which had been incredibly helpful.
Though she'd been interested in photography since elementary school, her introverted nature had meant no one had ever really guided her before.
From then until now, Airi Sakura had mostly taught herself.
Fortunately, the internet age allowed for the spread of vast amounts of knowledge, and she had watched countless videos on photography techniques.
Airi walked over to the window, raised her camera, and aimed it at the glittering white expanse of the lake outside.
With the click of the shutter, the last rays of the sun skimmed across the frozen artificial lake.
The frost-covered railings cast faint, lingering shadows on the ground, while the trees dotting the white landscape stood bare yet striking, their upright forms perfectly captured in her camera.
The distant mountains resembled an old man on the verge of slumber—though, against the backdrop of the soon-to-be-glittering cityscape, they might have been better described as gently rolling hills.
Winter's snow had draped everything in a white blanket, like a kingdom sculpted from frost, adorned with countless shimmering jewels that sparkled brilliantly under the setting sun, ever-changing.
She had been here for nearly a year now. She had photographed sunrises and sunsets, summer and winter, day and night, empty spaces and bustling crowds.
Sometimes, she would lose herself in these solitary moments, where she could most directly perceive the existence of beauty—nature, indifferent and unrestrained, pouring out its charm in full.
Airi had taken many photos. It was a shame she didn't have the key to the rooftop, forcing her to settle for limited angles from where she stood.
If possible, she would have preferred sneaking into the club activity building to secretly snap a few shots of everyone engaged in their club activities—though she had managed to stealthily photograph them preparing for the sports festival.
Scenery was beautiful, but people were worth photographing too. Airi didn't limit herself to just one subject; she simply enjoyed the act of taking photos.
Perhaps the reason she had debuted as a gravure idol was precisely because it allowed her to freely document another side of herself—exposing her most unfiltered self before the lens, without pretense, without shrinking under others' gazes.
"He said Shizuku-chan was cute… What a playboy…"
Airi muttered under her breath as she adjusted her camera. Then, she took off her coat and mask, set her glasses aside, and fixed her hair.
Now, the famously eye-catching curves of her chest were on full display, far surpassing what would be considered normal for someone her age.
Haruka Hasebe had once been intensely curious about this. After comparing herself to Airi, she was relieved to find that she was slightly bigger.
At this moment, Airi Sakura was also quite at ease.
The special teaching building only had surveillance cameras installed in certain classrooms, with many areas remaining uncovered—such as this storage room filled with miscellaneous items.
This was one of Airi Sakura's secret hideouts. She sat atop a discarded desk, her camera placed on the floor, propped up by her bag as she adjusted the angle. Setting a timer, she had five seconds to strike a pose that satisfied her.
In her mind, she imagined this was the classroom of Class 1-D, where she was attending a lesson. The camera would capture her from below, making it seem as though she were diligently studying.
Click—
The camera faithfully captured the scene. From the low angle, the first thing visible in the frame was a pair of slender legs clad in black thigh-high socks, pressed neatly together.
Her knees bore a faint blush, and where the socks slightly dug into her skin, the fullness of her thighs was already evident.
The smooth, fair skin of her thighs carried the delicate softness unique to a girl her age. Beneath the hem of her skirt, a faint glimpse of her snow-white hip curve could be seen, the dim lighting teasing at something even more mysterious.
Yet, moving upward, her slender waist made it hard to believe that such a massive pair of peaks could obstruct the view above—so much so that they nearly obscured her pretty face.
Fortunately, she tilted her head slightly, her sharp chin entering the frame as her eyes gazed forward, truly resembling a studious student.
In the next photo, the girl was no longer looking ahead. Instead, she turned her head, seemingly startled as she noticed the camera, her brows lifting slightly in surprise.
Then, she smiled—as if greeting the unseen voyeur.
In the final shot, Airi Sakura gently lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing a generous expanse of her smooth, tender thigh—enough to glimpse the very top of her thighs and the curve of her hips—only to stop at the last moment, leaving the viewer in agonizing suspense, wishing they could tug it up just a little more.
"T-this is so indecent..."
Airi blushed as she reviewed the photos.
This was a method Kaoru had taught her—to tease and tantalize.
"I-I'm not some idol... Even my past gravure shoots weren't this lewd..."
In this regard, Airi was somewhat unfair to Kaoru.
Had she stayed longer, her future photo collections would only grow bolder—after all, that was what the audience craved.
Still, Airi felt a small flicker of happiness.
She was well aware of the caliber of her figure, often sensing strange gazes that only made her more withdrawn, afraid to lift her head.
But here, through photography, she could freely express herself—perhaps a form of liberation in its own way.
Airi snapped a few more shots of her thighs, examining them closely. She couldn't see anything particularly special about them.
Why did he always insist on looking at her legs?
Well, whatever.
He had Ichinose to admire anyway.
By now, he probably wouldn't even spare a glance for Shizuku-chan.
Airi decided to continue her self-portrait session. Adjusting her pose and angle, she was prepared to switch to her phone if the camera failed her—either was fine in her eyes.
And so, when Kaoru pushed the door open, he was met with the sight of her flashing a peace sign at the lens, beaming brightly.
With her posture straightened and her jacket deliberately unbuttoned at the top, her overwhelmingly ample bust instantly seized his attention.
"Ara... ara..."
Airi Sakura turned her head stiffly to look at him, murmuring incomprehensible sounds under her breath.
It was as if she had seen something particularly terrifying, her mind completely shutting down.
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