Taking Sagiri around the Comiket to photograph various beautiful girls.
It must be said that as expected of a world blending both the front and back, the appearances were quite good. When there were fewer people initially, Sagiri couldn't get pictures of underwear, but once the crowd grew, Sagiri, by blending in and with her petite stature, managed to get many good photos.
After a morning of fun, Sagiri was very happy. She had lost a lot of water and replenished a lot, and having expended a lot of energy, Sagiri wanted to find a place to sit and rest.
However, with her broadened horizons, she found it difficult to find a suitable place to sit, and finally ended up sitting on Ito's lap… At least Ito's thighs could be slightly parted so Sagiri wouldn't press on the wires.
"Speaking of which… I remember you have a cosplay outfit in your closet, Sagiri?"
"My mother bought it for me before." After instinctively saying it, Sagiri immediately became alert. "I won't show it to you… Ugh! I know, pervert! H! I'll wear it for you, alright!"
Sagiri lifted her leg and stomped hard on Ito's toes, and only then did Ito stop. Sagiri felt like her body had become his toy!
Sagiri looked at the photos she had just taken on her phone, while Ito looked at the comments from fans on social media.
Buzz buzz buzz…
Ito's phone vibrated. It was a message from Orie.
Orie: [Ito-sensei, someone just asked for Mashiro-san's contact information.]
Ito: [Can't you just refuse directly?]
Orie: [No, it's not like that… Do you know the name Akane Kousaka, Ito-sensei? She's a very famous producer in the front world. She seems to have taken a liking to Mashiro-san's drawings and wants to invite Mashiro-san to participate in her project.]
Akane Kousaka?
Ito vaguely seemed to have heard this name before. After a brief recollection, Ito remembered that he had read her manga when he was in high school.
She used to be a rather famous mangaka in the front world, but ever since her work suffered a disastrous anime adaptation, her name had not been heard again.
It seems she transitioned into a producer.
Ito: [Is she planning to have Mashiro draw manga?]
Orie: [It seems to be for some game's original art. She didn't tell me the specific project.]
Orie, on the other end of the phone, glanced at the capable woman with wine-red hair tied in a single ponytail not far away. She was scanning the surrounding stalls with the gaze of a hunter searching for her prey.
Ito: [If it's manga, there's a chance, but she's definitely not interested in game original art or anything like that. Wait for me, I'll call Mashiro.]
Ito called Mashiro, and the result was as Ito expected: Mashiro was completely uninterested in game original art or anything of the sort.
Ito: [I've asked Mashiro, she's not interested. If she's bothering you, just give her my number.]
Orie put down her phone and jogged to Akane Kousaka. Capable and mature women like Akane Kousaka were Orie's goal; she also wanted to become such a person.
"Miss Kousaka." Orie clasped her hands in front of her and bowed slightly. "I'm very sorry, Miss Kousaka, I cannot disclose the identity of that artist. If Miss Kousaka truly wishes, I can give you the phone number of the Baumkuchen president."
"Okay, thank you. I'll discuss it in detail with the Baumkuchen president."
Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Akane Kousaka got Ito's phone number from Orie. After thanking Orie, Akane Kousaka found a quiet corner, took out her phone, and dialed Ito's number.
The moment Ito answered the call, Akane Kousaka's voice came through the phone.
"Hello, Mr. President, I am Akane Kousaka."
Even through the phone, Ito could hear the confidence in her voice, as if everything was under her control.
"Hello, Orie has already told me. I'm very sorry, she will not participate in your project, Miss Kousaka." Ito refused decisively, but Akane Kousaka did not give up and continued trying to persuade Ito.
"Mr. President, I haven't told Miss Tsukimoto the detailed content of the project. Could I meet with that lady or you in person? I believe you will definitely be interested."
Ito frowned slightly. Letting her see Mashiro was impossible. Mashiro was a world-class artist after all, and the fewer people who knew about her doujinshi work, the better. She didn't even use a pen name on her doujinshi, only signing it with the circle name [Baumkuchen].
But if she investigated further or even tracked Mashiro, Mashiro could easily be exposed. He had to make her give up. After a slight deliberation, Ito spoke.
"Then let's set a time. It will only be me, she won't be there."
"I know the organizer of this Comiket. If Mr. President is free later, how about meeting in the venue's office?"
Ito glanced at Sagiri.
"No, I have other plans today. Let's set another time."
"No problem."
Ito chatted with Akane Kousaka for a while, setting a meeting time, before putting down his phone and gently rubbing Sagiri's head.
"Had enough rest? Anything else you want to see?"
Sagiri bit her lower lip slightly and mumbled with some grievance, "If you're busy, you don't have to bother with me."
Sagiri had heard Ito's conversations with Mashiro and Akane Kousaka just now… Sagiri actually had quite a few fans online, and her drawing skills were also quite good.
But now Sagiri truly realized the gap between herself and Mashiro.
Her doujinshi and Mashiro's doujinshi were sold together, but Mashiro's sold faster, and when a producer called, they asked for Mashiro, not her.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ito tapped Sagiri's head. "I promised to accompany you to Comiket today."
"Hmph… I guess you haven't finished playing with me, right?"
"Tsk tsk tsk… So smart, you figured it out." Ito reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Sagiri's slender waist, subtly pressing his hand on her lower abdomen.
With her slender waist and small body, a slight pressure from Ito's hand could stir the little baby's room deep within Sagiri's body, causing her to instantly go limp.
Having been played with all morning, Sagiri couldn't remember how many times she had climaxed today, but instead of being satisfied, she felt somewhat unfulfilled.
Ito played with her chest, her lower abdomen, and her buttocks, but he didn't even touch the most important garden.
Even though she had climaxed countless times.
But… it wasn't enough.
Still not enough.
The more she was played with, the more unfulfilled she became, like the edging hell had continued until now.
The more she was played with, the more she wanted.
She wanted to climb the stairs of adulthood and reach the true pinnacle, just like in the doujinshi.
She wanted to become a true adult.