Chapter 148: Milk, Markers, and Balloons?
To create a realistic effect.
Hachiman's body slowly moved forward, and from the front, it seemed like the two of them were completely stuck together. However, thanks to Hachiman's precise body control, there was still a precarious distance between them.
It was a test of wills to see who would be the first to bridge this gap.
After the pose was set, it was time to create the atmosphere.
Hachiman didn't have any thoughts of going easy on her, and with a slight exertion of force, he pulled back on the high ponytail, revealing Sakura's snow-white neck in all its glory.
The reaction was completely natural, and even a top-notch director would be impressed, exclaiming, "This is what I call a seasoned actor!"
Sakura was covered in sweat, her eyes were glazed over, and this was her true state at the moment.
It was as if she had been grasped by an invisible force, unable to move.
Yomozuki Runa, who was holding the camera, revealed a mischievous smile, and for someone like her who loved to have fun, this was a spiritual feast.
Her small body moved quickly around the two, capturing Sakura's charming expression and Hachiman's cold, perfect demeanor in her phone's storage.
But as she continued to take pictures, she felt that it still wasn't enough.
She shouted out, "Hikigaya, use your other hand to lift up Sakura's skirt a bit, that's the only way to make it realistic!"
After all, this was how you treated a private pet, and since he had the reins in his hands, why not take it to the next level?
"This..."
This time, it was Hachiman who hesitated, as doing so would be an insult to his personal will.
Lifting up the skirt would be a significant blow to his dignity.
But unexpectedly...
"It's okay, just lift it up a bit."
Sakura's words were like those of a drunk person, numb from the effects of alcohol. Now, she was being controlled by some kind of spiritual will.
Her voice trembled as she actively reached out and grasped the edges of her long skirt, lifting it up.
The long skirt was no longer a conservative knee-length skirt.
Under Sakura's own operation, it was like a blooming flower, revealing a large portion of her thighs.
It seemed that if it went up just a bit more, it would reach the forbidden absolute domain.
Hachiman suddenly felt a bit afraid, this woman...
He took a deep breath and took over Sakura's skirt, adjusting his body to create a misleading image.
From a certain angle, it looked like they were completely...
"Right, right, right! That's it!" Yomozuki Runa's switch seemed to have been flipped, and she crushed the lollipop in her mouth, making a terrifying crunching sound.
"Just one more step!"
"Sakura, can you raise your hands and put them on your chest?"
"Hachiman, use one of your hands to press down on Sakura's...!"
"..."
"Don't worry, it's just a pretend press, pretend press!"
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After an unknown amount of time had passed.
Sakura's body was like a puddle of mud, collapsed on the gambling table, occasionally twitching.
Although nothing substantial had been done to her, her spiritual will seemed to have been artificially destroyed.
Her former pride, holiness, and sense of justice had all been replaced. A small, pink tongue slipped out of her mouth, and a sticky thread of saliva hung from the corner of her mouth, reflecting the light.
To complement the two's performance.
Yomozuki Runa had secretly brought out some mysterious props, and it seemed that the show was far from over.
Milk, markers, and condoms...
All of these were used on Miharutaki Sakura. The variety of methods was so great that even Hachiman, a psychologically mature male, felt a bit flustered... this person was truly a small devil.
The milk was spilled on her mouth and inside the condom.
As for the markers... Hachiman subconsciously glanced at Sakura's exposed white thighs, which were now marked with various character.
"Ahem." Hachiman cleared his throat.
These methods were a bit too advanced for him, and under the temptation of novelty, he even felt a desire to try them out with Yumeko.
Meanwhile, Yomozuki Runa was fiddling with her phone, making admiring noises: "This is great!"
"Hikigaya, come take a look at these photos."
She showed him a few carefully selected photos.
In the photos, Miharutaki Sakura could be said to have perfectly portrayed the concept of "contrast". From her original noble and chaste attitude to her current state as a defeated knight... even Hachiman couldn't help but take a second look.
"What do you think?"
"Not bad."
"Well, next is the photo editing," Yomozuki Runa said, rolling up her sleeves and preparing for a big task.
Photo editing was a technical skill, and if done well, it could be even more enticing than the original.
For example, adding a code to the almost-touching bodies of the two, or covering up Sakura's face but leaving the milk on her mouth visible, and deliberately lowering the image quality so that ordinary people couldn't tell what it was.
Hachiman was silent for a moment before reminding her: "For the part with her thighs, try to only show one character, and cover up the rest."
"Hmm, Hachiman-kun is actually protecting Sakura-chan?"
"Not exactly, but since she's cooperating with me, I'll try to protect her reputation as much as possible."
After all, even with the photos edited, there was still a risk of them being recognized.
"Also, don't forget to add some special clues."
"Hmm? Like what?"
"Some clues that only you student council members can understand, to make it clear that the photos were taken by the management committee."
In strategy, look down on your opponent, but in tactics, take them seriously.
Hachiman didn't think that Mibuomi Aoi was a complete idiot without any talent. If the clues were too obvious, the opponent would quickly realize that someone was trying to provoke him.
But if the clues were subtle, requiring people to use their brains to figure out the truth...
People would only believe what they wanted to believe.
Yomozuki Runa nodded, as if she had suddenly understood: "I see... Hikigaya-kun is really cunning."
Soon, after Yomozuki Runa's editing, several photos that made one's face turn red were completed.
Hachiman took the phone and examined the photos carefully, and had to secretly admire the photo editing skills of the girl.
Even if he were to analyze the photos himself, he would probably come to the same conclusion as Mibuomi Aoi.
That is—
Miharutaki Sakura had betrayed him!
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