"If I follow your request, Oda-san, then I really can only wear Kusui." The costume designer looked at Oda with an awkward smile.
"Dead water? Absolutely not." Oda shook his head vigorously.
"Then Oda-san, let's choose a few sets from these sets." The costume designer pointed to a whole rack of swimsuits, "Because I know your special situation, I can already let you choose the swimsuits by yourself.
We have all given in. If we go too far, the photography team will not be happy."
"Then... let's take this set." Oda gritted his teeth and chose a few swimsuits that didn't reveal the least but didn't look astringent, and then followed the costume designer's request one by one.
Put it on to check the size. Although Oda was a little happy to hear the other party keep praising her good figure, the large area of skin on her body exposed to the air really made her very uncomfortable, and her neck turned red to the roots of her ears.
"Oda-san, you have to overcome this." The costume designer reminded him while praising him, "When it comes time to take pictures, Nakamura-san is very diligent about the photos and will be very strict with your movements and other things. Oda
Sang, you should try your best to adapt to this."
"Well..." Oda looked down at his exposed thighs, his face blushing even more.
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It seems that the photographer was inspired after seeing Oda's photos and figure, saying that he could shoot a "cross-century" work, and the management of Nogizaka also trusted the famous photographer Kazutaka Nakamura, so he
He still showed off. However, in the midst of their hit-and-miss relationship, it was our Miss Oda who suffered: the "less swimsuits" and "less pajamas" that were originally promised turned out to be lies to lure her into the game, but the most important thing was
, now she has no reason or qualification to retreat, she can only work hard to win some small benefits for herself.
However, Oda also talked with the photographer and heard the photographer's description of this shooting. Although Oda doesn't like to show off, he has to admit that he has his unique ideas, and the resulting works should also be good.
Very beautiful.
However, seeing the sexy underwear in front of him that he had never worn before, Oda once again fell into doubt.
"Forget it, let's try to get used to it by dressing up for the next two days." Oda thought like this and put it on himself.
Well, the touch feels a little more metallic than ordinary underwear, but the comfort has not changed much. However, although other people can't see what underwear he is wearing, when others look at him, Oda always
You will have the feeling of being penetrated by see-through eyes and looking directly into your underwear.
"Hey, Koichi!" As soon as she arrived in the training room, Miss Oda met a strong enemy - Miss Shiraishi. And Miss Shiraishi lived up to expectations, and skillfully stretched her hand to her private parts as soon as they met. In fact, it was normal.
Oda wouldn't pay much attention to such a small move, but today Miss Oda's entire attention was on the coverage of her underwear, so she naturally noticed the thieving hand and stopped this crazy behavior in time before she came into contact with it.
"What's wrong, Mai-kun?" Oda grabbed Shiraishi's thief's hand with force, with a kind smile on his face.
"It hurts, it hurts, Xiaoshi hurts!" Shiraishi's entire elbow was bent like a zombie, and the expression on his face was so perfect that he became the second generation emoticon king after "Wuhu breast touching".
"Hey, is this your hand, Mai? I'm really sorry." Oda let go of Shiraishi's hand and started to play dumb, "It's so strange, what I just grabbed was one that wanted to touch my butt.
Thief's hand, why did it look like your hand in Mai? This crazy man's ability must be too strong."
"Hey, hehe." Shiraishi smiled to cover up his embarrassment.
But what Oda didn't expect was that just when she thought the farce was over and wanted to return to her own corner, the thieving hand refused to change and quietly approached from behind, and then grabbed the two petals.
Juicy peach.
"It's strange, the hand feels different from usual. Xiaoichi, have you changed into new underwear?" Before Shiraishi could finish speaking, his head was forcibly clamped under Oda's arm, but Shiraishi's hand was still dishonestly borrowed.
In this posture, he stretched his body behind Oda.
"If you do it again, I will post the video of you being drunk to the blog." Oda threatened in a low voice, and the thief's hand that wanted to continue the action was instantly retracted by Shiraishi himself.
Both sides of the body.
"Will you do it again in the future?"
"..." Bai Shi remained silent.
"Forget it, forget it." Oda rolled his eyes at Shiraishi, freed Shiraishi's head from under his elbow, then pulled her to the corner, and asked with some curiosity and some shame: "Mai, what are you doing?
How did you get it?"
"What?" Bai Shi looked confused.
"Change underwear or something..." Oda's face started to turn red when he mentioned the word underwear.
"It came out as soon as I touched it." Shiraishi said matter-of-factly, "Because the underwear you usually wear, Oichi, covers more, but today's touch allows me to feel more skin, so I feel that Oichi
You changed your underwear."
"How do you feel this?" Oda secretly touched his butt with his hand - of course he didn't feel anything.
"So, Koichi, you really changed it? The one that shows a lot..." Shiraishi gestured at the outline with his hand.
Oda hooked his fingers towards Shiraishi, and Shiraishi moved his head in cooperation. After listening to Oda's explanation, Shiraishi's expression became half-smiling, and on the contrary, Oda's face changed.
She must be a little embarrassed and flushed.
"Oichi, you are really unexpectedly innocent in some places." Shiraishi said the sentence Akimoto once said to Oda, but the situation now is completely different from that then.
"Mai-yang, haven't you done a photo album before? Don't you feel shy about having your body seen by other men?"
"In the beginning, there was actually a little bit of it," Shiraishi recalled, "but when you are actually shooting, this feeling will slowly disappear, and you will slowly enter the atmosphere created by the photographer."
"How can I understand what you are saying!" Oda complained in his mind.
"If you're really embarrassed, Xiaoichi, just think of the photographers as the boys in the swimming pool." Shiraishi comforted.
"But I haven't been to the pool that often."
"Then..." Shiraishi's expression suddenly became a little lewd, "Let me see more, maybe you won't be shy anymore."