Ch.286Fashion Guy Shota (2)

The filming location where Umi and I arrived was… some kind of abandoned factory with containers strewn all over.

“It feels kind of eerie,” I said.

“Yeah. It’s meant to give a vintage and industrial feel,” Umi replied.

“I see. So it’s supposed to have a cold atmosphere, right?”

I commented.

“Shota… that’s something a fashion illiterate would say… but you’re roughly correct.”

Umi said.

“But you know, Shota. For someone who’s not interested in fashion, you dress pretty decently.”

At that moment, Umi examined my outfit.

“You don’t need fashion sense… as long as you don’t overdo it.”

I responded.

There were proven combinations that worked anywhere. If you stuck with verified, safe combinations without taking risks, you wouldn’t get criticized much for your fashion choices.

“Shota. You’re suspicious.”

Umi stared at me intently.

“You said you were a hikikomori in middle school. Why exactly did you become a shut-in?”

Umi tilted her head at me curiously.

“…Oh. Right. That was part of my background.”

This was about the previous owner of the body I’d possessed.

“Background?! Did you just say ‘background’?!”

Umi shouted loudly.

“I-it’s just a figure of speech.”

I turned my head away slightly.

“Hmm… whatever.”

Umi looked a bit disappointed.

“I don’t know what difficult things you went through, Shota… but I hope you’ll tell me someday. That’s what girlfriends are for.”

Umi said.

“Yeah…”

Her warm sentiment reached me. Having a girlfriend like her… I’m truly fortunate. That’s what I thought.

———

Anyway, we arrived at the shooting location.

“Oh! Hey!! Shota-boy!!”

Just then, a slender-looking man walked toward me.

“B-bald head… green sunglasses!! And there’s even a chain attached to the sunglasses!!! Arghhhh!!”

I immediately rolled on the ground. Plus, he was wearing tights!!! And on top of that, a blingy leopard-print coat!!

“Sh-Shota!! What’s wrong?!! This guy’s acting crazy again…”

Umi shouted.

“Umi!! Can’t you feel it? That overwhelming bald power…!!”

I somehow managed to get up.

“Bald? Being bald is common. Like Saitama from One Punch Man.”

Umi said.

“Ohohoho. Our kawaii Umi… you seem to have dulled senses. And your boyfriend… to think he understands the concept of bald power. How interesting.”

The bald man immediately struck a pose.

“What the heck is bald power?!”

Umi seemed to feel left out.

“Saitama’s baldness… *cough*! That’s the most mainstream type of baldness! It emphasizes machismo through the harmony of baldness and muscles!! But this man is different!! He maximizes feminine, slender charm despite being bald!! And does so without any sense of incongruity!!”

That’s what’s truly amazing!! Only when the versatility of baldness reaches its limit can such delicate charm emerge.

“Umi… you have a good eye for men. To think you could see that far. You’ve caught yourself a decent man.”

The man said, smoothly stroking his bald head.

“No… I’m getting approval without understanding why?”

Umi said in a confused tone.

“By the way, Umi, who is this person?”

I came back to my senses and asked.

“Now you ask!! This is Andre, the editor-in-chief of the Japanese branch of the famous fashion magazine, Vogue.”

Umi explained.

I see. As expected… he was an extraordinary person.

“Hello. I’m Arigiri Shota, Umi’s boyfriend.”

I said with a smile.

“Oh! I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve always wanted to meet you. Umi has always shined brightly, but… since getting a boyfriend, her charm has increased even more. Truly… I don’t want to lose her as our magazine’s exclusive model.”

Andre said with a smile.

Umi… she just talked about it like a part-time job, but she’s working for quite an impressive magazine.

Well, Umi is national-treasure-level beautiful.

But… am I the only one concerned? Andre’s lower body… seems a bit swollen. And Andre is staring intently at me. Am I… worrying for nothing?

“Andre’s sensor has activated…!! His model sensor..!!”

Just then, a staff member pointed at Andre’s crotch and shouted loudly.

“What… model sensor…?! It hasn’t worked properly for years!!”

Other staff members shouted loudly while looking at Andre’s lower body.

Wait… they’re openly talking about his erection? What kind of workplace atmosphere is this…?! Is this the Western way? Is everyone in the West like this?

“Oh. Yare yare. Everyone found out.”

Andre laughed and proudly displayed his lower body.

Shape aside… it’s huge!! It’s embarrassingly large!!

“I’ve become interested in Arigiri Shota-boy. That trained body… ordinary yet wild appearance… and that rare spiky hair… and um… the spiky hair especially triggered my sensor!”

Andre shouted.

“You mentioned spiky hair twice!!”

I immediately objected. Are there so few good points about me?!

“You. I’ll pay you. Would you like to do a couple concept photoshoot with Umi?”

Andre asked.

“M-me? That’s a bit…”

Honestly, I’m not that handsome. Taking photos as a model would be too embarrassing. It’s beyond my capabilities, you could say.

“My sensor has never been wrong. We can take good photos with Shota-boy!!”

Andre shouted loudly, thrusting forward his lower body “sensor.”

“Uwaaaaaaah!! Please don’t thrust that thing at me!!”

I immediately backed away in disgust.

“Let’s do it! Shota!!”

Umi shouted loudly.

Hmm… well, it could be a good memory. Is that okay?

“Shota… you’ve never taken photos alone with other girls, right?”

Just then, Umi asked hesitantly.

“No, I haven’t.”

That’s right. Why haven’t I? Probably because things usually progressed to skinship before there was time for photos.

“Hehehe. Then I’m ahead of the game.”

Umi smiled cutely.

Ah… Umi is really cute. Whatever. With a relaxed expression, I immediately hugged Umi.

“I’ll do it. You can be strict with me. Since I’m doing this, I want to do it properly.”

I said.

“Perfect!!!!!! This is the spirit of a Nihon samurai!!! Wonderful!”

Andre shouted loudly. This guy is really unusual. I shouldn’t talk, but he’s definitely not normal either.

“Despite how he acts, his skills are real. Since Andre became editor-in-chief, Vogue has become the bible for all gyaru girls in Japan.”

Umi whispered to me.

I see… there are often eccentrics among professionally accomplished people.

“Then hurry and change your clothes!! We can’t waste a moment!!”

Andre immediately pointed to the makeshift changing room.

———-

The clothes I wore were… somewhat emo-style, rock-ish clothes. You know, the kind of concept where you might summon a demon during a performance.

Umi wore something like gothic lolita with a demonic vibe.

“………”

Coming out of the changing room, Umi stared at me.

“Umi? What’s wrong?”

Do I look… ridiculous?

“Hnnnnng…..❤”

Umi made a strange sound and immediately threw herself at me.

“How is this possible… how do you keep getting more handsome? Shota…”

Umi immediately tried to continue her affectionate actions toward me.

“U-Umi… your makeup will smudge…!”

I tried somehow to calm Umi down.

“Oh!! I love it!! That composition!! The pathologically in-love Japanese yandere vibe!!!!”

Andre immediately started taking photos, click-click.

“Yes!! Yes!! More!! Release your love!!”

Andre shouted loudly, dragging us to the shooting area.

Well… since they’re paying us. Let’s do our best. With that determination, Umi and I worked hard taking photos.

——–

After the shoot, we had a short break.

“Phew… this is more tiring than a kendo match.”

I said as I sat down.

“Right?”

Umi sat right next to me.

“Yeah. Umi… you’re doing amazing work.”

I stroked Umi’s hair.

Just being photographed required tremendous physical energy. You had to maintain poses and compositions like a statue.

Plus, after each shoot, we had to keep changing clothes. Constantly taking clothes off and putting them on was quite exhausting.

“Hehehe. But… I’m less tired than usual.”

Then, Umi came in for a kiss.

“Because I’m with Shota.”

Umi said such an endearing thing.

“Umi…!”

Umi and I shared a passionate kiss.

In the middle of our skinship, I asked Umi:

“By the way, someone like you seems to have quite a standing. Wouldn’t it be good to continue as a fashion model?”

I asked Umi.

“Fashion modeling is… busy… and if I’m busy, I’ll have less time with Shota.”

Umi said.

“Don’t give up your dream because of me!!”

I immediately hugged Umi and exclaimed.

“Shota is the purpose of my life.”

Umi said calmly.

“Umi’s love is… so heavy…!!”

I muttered, burying my face in Umi’s chest.

“Besides… I found something more fun than modeling.”

Umi took my hand.

But… Umi’s hand had blisters.

“Drawing pictures is super fun these days. Husband as a web novel author, wife as an illustrator. Doesn’t that sound pretty good?”

Umi smiled brightly.

I see… Umi is finding enjoyable things and enjoying life. I found that admirable about her.

“Alright!! Sweet moments are nice, but!! It’s time to resume shooting!! Just three more outfits and we’ll have mission complete!!”

Soon, Andre intervened.

“Let’s go then, Umi. After we get paid for today… let’s hang out together before going home.”

I said to Umi.

“Yes!!”

Umi nodded with a bright smile.

That’s when it happened.

“Hmph. Making out in a sacred workplace. What are you trying to do?”

A blonde girl spoke in a sharp tone. Judging by her clothes, she seemed to be a model as well.

“…Who are you?”

Umi tilted her head with a clueless expression.

“It’s me!! Biwashima Aki!!! Remember me!!”

The girl shouted loudly at Umi.

“Biwa…shima?”

That surname sounded familiar.

That’s right!!! Biwashima Aiko!!! One of the communication targets. She was a single mother nun at Emoshita’s temple. Of course, not all monks and nuns are bald. Japanese monks are extremely liberal. They can get married and have children. They don’t even need to shave their heads. Anyway!!!

She was both a communication target and a character available for romance. This was reasonable evidence that someone on the production team had a MILF fetish!! But honestly, the scenes implying intimacy at the temple were arousing. The indirect descriptions made it even more erotic… anyway!!!!

Well… I have no intention of pursuing her. I already have more than enough women.

I immediately approached Biwashima Aki. This was an opportunity to connect with a communication target through a connection!!

“Introduce me to your mother!!!”

I shouted loudly.

“What are you suddenly talking about!!!”

Biwashima Aki immediately got angry.

“Shota!! What nonsense are you spouting!!”

Umi also hit the back of my head.

“Ohohoho. Youth, indeed. Japanese youth.”

Andre looked warmly at the scene.

“No… I don’t think that’s it.”

One staff member objected to Andre.