She opened the coat, letting the fabric slide off her shoulders.
"Look properly."
Kenji remained quiet for several moments and did exactly as she commanded. The living room was dim, lit by a single low lamp, but the light was enough to capture the contrast of the crimson lace against her pale skin. His gaze moved slowly, tracking from the sheer cups of the bra down to the thin straps that framed her waist. The matching thong was little more than translucent lace stretched between thin straps.
Ino had prepared herself for a shameless comment or a teasing joke. She had braced for his usual banter, but his silence embarrassed her far more than words could have.
She tried to hold the daring pose, keeping the coat open by her sides, but as his eyes continued sweeping over her body, the quiet stretched too long. She shifted her weight, her cheeks growing warmer beneath his stare.
"Are you finished staring?" she asked, her voice losing a fraction of its boldness.
"You ordered me to look properly," Kenji reminded her, his voice low and serious. "I am not going to rush."
He stepped forward and circled her once, studying the way the straps crossed her bare back and dipped low over her hips. Ino followed his movement with suspicious blue eyes, especially when he completed the circle without touching her and instead walked toward the wooden almirah standing against the far wall.
Kenji opened the almirah. Several keepsakes from the Land of Snow occupied its upper shelf. He moved aside a folded winter coat and retrieved a compact camera from the back.
Koyuki had given it to him before he left—the same kind her crew had used for photographs.
The moment Ino saw the metallic gleam of the lens, her carefully constructed confidence cracked.
She pulled the edges of the coat closer together, covering the lace. "Why are you bringing out a camera?"
Kenji turned the camera over in his hands and checked the lens. "Koyuki gave it to me before I left. A souvenir from the Land of Snow."
Ino looked from the camera to him, pulling the coat a little closer. "And now you want to take pictures of me?"
"You came here wearing that just to show me." His eyes moved over the crimson lace again. "I deserve a souvenir."
Her blush deepened. "For you?"
"Who else?"
Ino remained rooted to the spot, looking between Kenji and the camera. The thought of being photographed like this made her grip the coat more tightly, but the nervous excitement twisting through her stomach kept her from refusing.
After several seconds, she exhaled and slowly opened the coat again.
"You had better make me look good."
Kenji directed her to stand near the wall, keeping the coat hanging open around the crimson lingerie. He asked her to sweep her blonde hair over one shoulder and rest a hand against her waist.
Ino followed the instruction, but her posture was rigid.
Kenji lowered the camera and told her she looked like she was being photographed for a wanted poster.
That irritated her enough to relax.
She shifted her hip, angled her shoulders, and gave him a more natural expression.
Click.
The sound of the shutter made her blush. The situation suddenly felt more real than merely wearing the lingerie in front of him.
Kenji took another photograph from the side while Ino looked over her shoulder. He then asked her to turn around and let the coat hang lower from her arms, revealing the back straps and most of her ass through the translucent material.
Click. Click.
Ino turned sideways for the next photograph, but her eyes remained on the camera. "Did you make Koyuki pose like this too?"
Kenji moved a strand of blonde hair away from the strap crossing her back. "I didn't ask her for photographs. After becoming Daimyo, she came to my room at night."
Ino's head snapped toward him. "She did what?"
Click.
Kenji lowered the camera with a satisfied grin. "We made a whole movie. Hold that jealous expression for another second."
Ino grabbed the nearest cushion and threw it at him. Kenji avoided it without lowering the camera, and by the time she returned to the pose, the stiffness had disappeared from her shoulders.
Once Ino became accustomed to the shutter, Kenji asked her to remove the coat.
She did not obey right away. She asked whether the coat was not part of the look. Kenji said they already had those photographs and waited.
Ino finally let it slide down her arms and dropped it onto a nearby chair. Now she stood in nothing but the crimson lingerie.
Kenji first photographed her standing with both hands lifting her hair away from her neck. After checking the picture, he moved her closer to the wall and asked her to raise one knee slightly. The new position tightened the straps over her hips and pressed the thin lace more firmly between her thighs.
By the time he directed her toward the couch, Ino no longer needed every movement explained. She knelt sideways on the cushion, shifted her weight onto one hand, and looked back over her shoulder. Kenji asked her to arch a little more. She did, pushing her ass farther toward the camera before the shutter clicked again.
Kenji occasionally lowered the camera and physically corrected her posture. He straightened a twisted bra strap, his knuckles brushing her collarbone. He moved her hand from her stomach down to her thigh, and placed his palm against her waist to increase the curve of her pose before stepping back.
Every touch made her more aware of him. Her nipples began pressing visibly against the lace. Between her legs, the thong was becoming damp.
Kenji noticed both, but he did not comment.
Kenji paused and showed her one of the better photographs on the digital preview screen.
Ino expected to feel ridiculous, but the image surprised her. She looked confident, seductive, and far more composed than she had felt while posing.
Her gaze lingered on the confident curve of her body and the expression she had not realized she was making.
"Is that really how I look?"
"The camera didn't invent anything."
Ino studied the photograph for another moment before handing the camera back. Her embarrassment remained, but it was now mixed with pride.
She returned to the couch without waiting for the next instruction and adopted a more daring pose herself. She lay partly on her side, let one leg rise, and asked whether he planned to keep staring or actually take the picture.
Click.
Kenji asked her to hook her fingers beneath the side straps of the thong.
Ino's face reddened again. She knew the session was crossing into something more explicit and asked how far he intended to take it.
Kenji lowered the camera slightly. "As far as you dare."
Ino narrowed her eyes at him. After a brief hesitation, she hooked both thumbs beneath the straps and pulled them away from her hips.
Click.
Kenji asked her to turn around and lower the back enough to expose more of her ass. Ino looked back at him, confirmed that he was serious, and slid the material down until it rested beneath the curve of her cheeks.
The shutter sounded again.
He asked her to face him and sit near the edge of the couch. She kept her knees together at first while he took a photograph of the lace stretched across her thighs.
He asked her to spread them slightly.
Ino swallowed, glanced at the camera, and slowly parted her knees. The thong still covered her, but its dampness was now obvious.
Click.
The sound made her thighs twitch, but she did not close them.
Kenji studied her through the lens before lowering the camera a little. "Move the thong aside for the next one."
Ino stared at him. "You've gone from photographing lingerie to collecting evidence of me losing my mind."
"You're still sitting there."
Her face burned hotter, but she slipped two fingers beneath the edge of the thong and slowly pulled it aside. Her wet pussy appeared between her parted thighs, glistening under the low light, though she initially looked away from the lens.
Click.
The shutter made her inhale sharply.
Kenji told her to look at him for the next one.
She hesitated, then met the camera directly while holding the thong aside.
Click.
Ino held the pose for another second after the shutter sounded. Her breathing had grown unsteady, but she no longer looked away.
Kenji lowered the camera slightly. The erection pressing against his trousers was now impossible to hide.
Ino noticed. Her thighs remained open.
Kenji moved closer and asked Ino to lower one bra cup.
She folded one arm across her chest and accused him of steadily removing the purpose of calling this a lingerie shoot. Despite complaining, she used her other hand to pull one crimson cup aside.
Her nipple was already stiff.
Kenji took the photograph, then moved closer for another angle. Ino watched him through the lens, breathing more quickly as the shutter sounded.
For the next pose, she kept one breast covered while exposing the other. Then, after building confidence, she lowered both cups while leaving the bra straps around her shoulders.
After the first photograph, she covered herself instinctively. Kenji merely lowered the camera and waited. Ino glared at him through burning cheeks, then slowly dropped her arm again.
Eventually, she lowered her arms and let him photograph her openly.
When Kenji reached out to adjust the position of one breast, Ino let out a quiet "Mmh…" before catching herself. The camera captured her expression immediately afterward.
Click.
She complained that he took the photograph while she was distracted. Kenji told her it might be the best one yet.
After the next photograph, Kenji lowered the camera and stepped toward her.
Ino raised one hand before he could reach for the bra. "You have spent long enough ordering me around. Sit down. If the rest comes off, I'm doing it myself."
Kenji took a seat on the couch with the camera still in his hand.
Ino stood in front of him and began removing the lingerie herself.
Her fingers fumbled once with the clasp behind her back. She muttered under her breath, recovered, and glanced over her shoulder to make sure Kenji was still watching.
She began with the bra. She slid the straps down her arms while initially keeping the cups pressed against her breasts. She turned her back, released the clasp, and looked over her shoulder before letting the bra fall to the floor.
Click.
She turned around while covering her nipples with her forearm, then slowly lowered it when Kenji raised the camera again.
After several photographs, she hooked her thumbs beneath the thong and moved it down one side at a time. The fabric caught briefly against her hips, forcing her to wiggle it lower while Kenji watched.
The thong moved past her thighs and knees. Ino stepped free of it, but instead of dropping it, she approached Kenji and placed the warm crimson fabric directly into his free hand.
Ino took the camera from his hand and placed it on the table. Before Kenji could reach for it again, she pushed him against the couch and climbed onto his lap.
She kissed him deeply, no longer allowing him to remain the calm observer.
Kenji's hands moved over everything he had just photographed—her breasts, waist, hips, and bare ass. Ino ground against the erection beneath his trousers, leaving dampness against the fabric.
Ino's soft moans broke against his mouth as she ground her wet pussy against the hard bulge trapped beneath his trousers. The couch creaked under them while Kenji kneaded her bare ass, spreading the cheeks beneath his palms and pulling her harder against his cock.
She finally broke the kiss and looked down between their bodies. Her fingers worked open his trousers, then slipped inside and wrapped around the thick shaft straining beneath the fabric.
Ino's breath caught as she pulled his cock free.
It rose hard between them, long and thick, the swollen head already wet with precum. Up close, it looked considerably larger than it had through his clothes. Her fingers did not quite meet when she wrapped them around the base.
She slowly stroked upward, feeling the hard length slide through her palm. Kenji's abdomen tightened when her thumb passed over the underside of the head.
Ino looked from his cock to his face, her earlier embarrassment giving way to a pleased smile. "Everyone had their turn making you moan today." She tightened her grip and dragged her fist back down the shaft. "Now I want to hear the real thing."
She slipped from his lap and settled between his spread legs. Keeping one hand wrapped around his cock, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over the wet head. Her tongue flicked across the slit, collecting the precum before she closed her mouth around him.
A quiet sucking sound filled the living room as she drew the head between her lips. She pulled back, leaving it shining with saliva, then took it again with slightly more confidence.
Ino's fist stroked the lower half of his shaft while her mouth worked over the upper length. Each time she lowered her head, more of his cock disappeared between her lips. Her cheeks hollowed with every firm suck, and wet slurping sounds mixed with Kenji's increasingly rough breathing.
She tried taking him deeper. The thick shaft pressed across her tongue and toward the back of her throat, forcing a muffled gag from her. Ino pulled away coughing lightly, a thin string of saliva stretching from her lower lip to the swollen head.
Kenji brushed the loose blonde hair away from her face. "You don't have to swallow the whole thing on your first attempt."
Ino wiped the moisture from the corner of her eye and glared up at him. "I know."
She caught her breath, wrapped her lips around the head again, and resumed with greater care. Instead of forcing the full length into her mouth, she twisted her hand around the slick shaft while sucking firmly on the upper half. Her tongue dragged along the thick vein beneath his cock every time she pulled back.
The rhythm steadily improved. Her mouth moved lower while her fist followed beneath it, keeping the entire length wet and stimulated. Each downward motion produced a soft gag and a louder slurp as saliva gathered around her lips and ran over her fingers.
Kenji's hand tightened around the couch cushion. A genuine groan finally escaped him as Ino sucked hard around the head and rolled her tongue beneath it.
Her blue eyes brightened immediately.
Ino tightened her fingers around the base and dragged her lips slowly up the shaft until his cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. She gave him only a second before taking it again, pushing deeper until the tip pressed against the back of her throat.
Kenji's second groan came rougher.
Ino hummed around his cock in satisfaction. The vibration travelled through his length and pulled another strained sound from him. She looked up while continuing to suck, her lips stretched around his thickness and triumph shining in her watering eyes.
Kenji slid one hand into her blonde hair and eased her mouth off his cock before the tightening pressure could push him over the edge. The swollen head slipped from her lips with a wet pop, leaving a thin string of saliva between them.
Ino remained between his knees, breathing through her parted lips. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and glared up at him.
"Why did you stop me?"
Kenji looked at her wet lips, then down at her naked body kneeling between his legs. A lecherous smile spread across his face.
"I'm saving it for the main course." His gaze dropped between her open thighs. "When I'm inside you."
The annoyed crease between Ino's brows disappeared. Her eyes followed his toward the dark staircase, and her fingers curled once against his thigh.
"Lecherous bastard," she muttered, but there was no real anger behind it.
Kenji stood and tucked his still-hard cock back into his trousers without bothering to close them properly. He collected the camera from the table and returned it to the high shelf inside the almirah.
While he returned it to the high shelf inside the almirah, Ino picked up her coat and bra. He handed her the warm crimson thong, and she draped everything over one arm without covering herself.
When Kenji turned back, Ino held out her free hand.
He took it.
She led him toward the staircase, but her steps slowed when they reached the first one. Her fingers tightened around his hand as she glanced back at him.
"Slowly."
Kenji ran his thumb across her knuckles and followed her up.
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