Bocchi was so bold!
Under the astonished gazes of Ryo and Nijika, Bocchi shrunk into herself. Although she usually wore tracksuits, her closet was actually full of cute clothes her mother bought for her. However, the set of erotic lingerie she was wearing now was something she had—unprecedentedly—bought herself.
After seeing all kinds of lingerie on the island, Bocchi had purchased this set specifically to seduce Rin into sponsoring her. She had summoned a massive amount of courage to wear it today!
As for Kita... as a "normie," she looked at the concept of "modeling" through a rose-colored filter. Though embarrassed, she had readily agreed.
"Have you decided?" Mashiro looked at Ryo and Nijika. They were the only ones left.
Ryo placed her hands on Nijika's shoulders and gave her a gentle push forward. A blushing Nijika lowered her head and carefully pinched her skirt, lifting it to reveal her cute panties.
"Ugh..."
"Bear panties are cute too~ Gu hehe." Sagiri squatted in front of the four girls, admiring the view from left to right, then right to left.
Mashiro didn't have much of a fetish for panties themselves; she was more interested in parties. The once-pure Mashiro had already been dyed white by Rin. However, starting an orgy immediately might scare them off, so she had to let them adjust first!
"Bocchi's underwear is so lewd..." Sagiri looked at Bocchi like a total pervert. Even though she had seen Bocchi completely naked on the island, seeing her in erotic lingerie was somehow even more erotic than being naked.
The thin pink fabric was stretched tight by Bocchi's massive breasts, unable to fully contain her soft, pale flesh. Her matching pink panties were trimmed with light pink lace, but the sheer fabric hid nothing of her secrets. At the most delicate spot of her crotch, a pure white bow was strategically placed.
It covered her, yet it somehow made it look even filthier.
"Do you usually wear such lewd things under your tracksuit?" Sagiri asked the question everyone was thinking. The girls all turned their eyes toward Bocchi.
Wearing erotic lingerie under a tracksuit... it sounded like something a perverted exhibitionist would do.
"Ah... I... that is..." Bocchi's lips trembled, and her eyes began to spin. As a fellow social recluse, Sagiri understood exactly what was going on in Bocchi's head.
A gleeful smirk played on Sagiri's lips. "Hehehe... did you wear it specifically for him to see~?"
"!!!!!" Bocchi's whole body shuddered. Her face turned so hot it felt like melting ice cream as she slumped downward.
Ryo and Nijika were stunned. They thought Sagiri was just teasing, but seeing Bocchi's reaction, did she really have those intentions?
"Since you wore it for him, let's let him see it~"
"!!!!"
Before a limp Bocchi could stop her, Sagiri threw open the door and shouted down the hallway, "Bocchi says she has something to show you~!"
"What is it?"
A moment later, Rin arrived on the second floor. While he knew what Mashiro's "work" entailed, he hadn't planned on participating—Bocchi was one thing, but Kita was a newcomer, and scaring her off with something too intense wouldn't be good.
But... Bocchi had something to show him?
He walked into the room. Kita and the others quickly dropped their skirts, but Bocchi was too weak with shame to move.
"Ugh..." Her legs gave out, and she slumped to the floor, her hands clasped tightly over her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. But the pressure of her arms only served to squeeze her soft, massive tits together, making them look even more spectacular.
"Bocchi said she specifically wore this lingerie for you to see," Ryo explained for Sagiri with a blank face. She loved watching the chaos unfold, and besides, she suspected Rin had already "eaten" Bocchi back on the island anyway.
"Not bad," Rin said with a smile, eyeing the beet-red Bocchi. "The design and craftsmanship are excellent. The semi-transparent texture is great; I can see your chest quite clearly... Bocchi, how much did this cost?"
"Ah... 50,000... 50,000 yen."
"Ssh..." Ryo hissed. Spending 50,000 yen on a single set of underwear? Rich girl! Absolute rich girl!
But it was no use. With Nijika watching her, she couldn't borrow money from Bocchi. At most, she could leech some meals, but now that she could leech from Rin, it didn't really matter.
"So... haven't you officially started yet? Or is Bocchi going first?"
"Not yet."
"???" Nijika tilted her head. "Not yet?"
Kita and Ryo were equally confused. They had already lifted their skirts for "reference"; how was that not starting?
Wait! Nijika and Ryo quickly realized what Rin meant... Is she drawing a porno manga!?
"Doesn't she do oil paintings?" Ryo glanced at an oil painting hanging in the room. Nanami had thought the room was too plain and asked Mashiro to paint something... At the time, Mashiro—whose mind was focused solely on adult manga—had wanted to draw something filthy. If Nanami hadn't stopped her, the wall would likely be sporting a picture of a girl with her legs spread in an M-shape instead of a landscape.
Even though Nijika and the others knew nothing about art, they could tell the painting was masterpiece-tier. They had assumed they were modeling for an oil painting. Even being asked to show their panties didn't raise too many red flags—classical art often featured nudity, so seeing underwear for a painting didn't seem too far-fetched.
But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Mashiro does do oil paintings..." Rin glanced at Ryo. "I estimate that one could sell for several million."
"Several million... yen?" Ryo asked cautiously.
"Several million dollars."
!!!!
Not just Ryo, but Nijika and Kita instinctively took a step away from the painting. It was hanging there without any protection; if they damaged it, they'd never be able to pay it off.
"I-is Miss Shiina a world-famous artist?"
"SUPER FAMOUS!!!!" Kita had already finished searching on her phone and rushed to Mashiro's side. "Miss Shiina, can I take a photo with you!? Please sign my uniform! Can I post this online?"
Normally, Mashiro would refuse... or rather, just ignore people. But Kita was a potential "party member," so photos and signatures were fine.
"I want a signature too," Ryo chimed in, seeing Kita succeed. A world-class artist's signature! If her paintings sold for millions of dollars, a signature should be worth at least ten grand, right? If she could get a few more, or maybe a quick sketch... Ke ke ke.
Mashiro wasn't stupid. Her orange-red eyes, which seemed to see through everything, stared at Ryo. "I can. But you have to be models and help me finish a manga."
"No problem! Please use us however you wish, Lady Mashiro!"