"No problem! Please use us however you wish, Lady Mashiro!"
Blinded by the prospect of money, Ryo couldn't wait. If this were an anime, her eyes would have turned into dollar signs. She didn't even process that Mashiro said "manga" instead of "oil painting."
A signature only took a few seconds, and normally Mashiro wouldn't mind. But "normal" was relative, and selling a signature was different from keeping one as a friend.
Kita was also full of anticipation. Being a model for a world-class artist would definitely get her a lot of likes on social media! Nijika didn't have any objections either; the band really needed the cash. As for Bocchi... she knew exactly what was happening, but she was too scared to speak up.
"You guys start drawing. Call me if you need anything," Rin said, giving Sagiri and Mashiro a look before leaving the room.
Back in his own room, Rin didn't draw. Instead, he started messaging Shinju.
Rin: [Did you see the latest comments on the manga?]
On the other end, Shinju jogged to her room. After checking that Sajuna's door was closed, she slipped inside and shut her own door. The tall girl curled up, feeling like a thief as she pulled out her phone.
Shinju: [Yes, I saw them.] Rin: [Almost all of them are positive. They're telling me to hurry up with the next chapter.] Rin: [See? Even a tall girl can be very popular.] Rin: [Proved my point, right?] Rin: [Shinju is just as cute as her sister Sajuna.]
Looking at the message, Shinju couldn't stop herself from smiling. She checked the comments every morning to see if there were new ones. Positive ones made her day; negative ones made her sad. As for the truly nasty ones... Rin usually deleted them before she could see them.
Shinju: [The m-manga is different from reality... Maybe she's popular in a story, but in real life, I'm not so sure.] Rin: [In that case, let's go out and test it sometime? I'll invite Marin and your sister.] Shinju: [No! Not my sister!] Shinju: [Don't tell her.]
If her sister went... everyone would just look at her sister instead.
Rin: [So you're agreeing? Don't worry, I won't tell Sajuna. I'll check when the next convention is, and we'll go together.] Shinju: [Um... okay.]
Rin continued chatting with Shinju about the characters she wanted to cosplay and future plot points.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Mashiro and Sagiri were no longer satisfied with just panties.
"Take them off. Everything," Mashiro said flatly.
"Yes, yes!" Sagiri agreed excitedly. "If you're shy, we'll take ours off too."
Mashiro glanced at Sagiri. That was supposed to be her line.
"E-eh... EHHH!???" Kita's face turned scarlet. She thought lifting her skirt was the limit. She'd read manga where the heroine shows her panties, but taking everything off? What kind of manga was this!?
Nijika bit her lip awkwardly. Total nudity was a bit much. "Well... even if we're all girls, it's a bit... Eh? Ryo!? Bocchi? Why are you both undressing!?"
While Nijika and Kita were hesitating, Ryo had already shucked her uniform and was reaching for her bra. Bocchi, who was already just in lingerie, was now completely naked. Having spent most of her life in tracksuits indoors, her skin was as incredibly pale and translucent as Mashiro's.
Because of the cold air from the air conditioner, the tips of her massive, heavy breasts were already hard and prominent. Tiny blue veins were visible through her porcelain skin.
Ryo was much more modest. Her breasts were smaller than the average high schooler's, even smaller than Mashiro's. If she bound them and wore men's clothes, she could easily pass for a cute boy.
"What are you waiting for?" Ryo asked, looking at the blushing Nijika and Kita. "We promised Miss Shiina we'd be her models. Nude women are common in oil paintings, right? We're all girls; what are you shy about?"
Ryo spoke with total conviction. Though her face was blank, Nijika could see the slight flush of shame in her eyes... Ryo was only enduring this because she wanted to sell that signature for gear money! She was completely consumed by greed!
As for Bocchi... she was used to it. She had lost a King's Game on the island and spent the first few days in nothing but men's swim trunks with a paper bag over her head. Her breasts had been on full display back then; they had even tanned quite a bit before she started wearing proper swimwear again. Now, after two weeks back home, her skin had returned to its usual milky-white.
"R-Ryo-senpai!!!!?" Kita stared, wide-eyed, as Ryo unhooked her bra.
Kita wasn't a lesbian, but she had joined the band despite not knowing an instrument because of her admiration for Ryo. Seeing the "cool" Ryo stripping in front of her sent the blood rushing to Kita's head. She felt like she was about to have a nosebleed.
Ryo knew how to use Kita's admiration. She stepped forward, grabbed Kita's hands, and looked her straight in the eye. "Take it off!"
"O-okay!"
With Ryo's "encouragement," Kita unbuttoned her uniform, revealing a white bra with cute lace. Her chest was a healthy size for a high school girl, just slightly smaller than Mashiro's.
"Ugh..." Seeing the other three undressing, Nijika stopped arguing. She bit her lip and reached for her collar.
Seeing all four girls stripping, a sly, wicked grin spread across Sagiri's face. Now is the time to find a chance to call him in!