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He paused for a moment before continuing.
"However, Mashiro did not invest her feelings."
"While your expressionless face is quite cute, however..."
Shirakawa smiled faintly, expressing his approval of the innocent girl's alluring imitation of her earlier mannerisms.
"But what? Was it because I didn't do a good enough job?"
"But the comics I draw all seem to require these kinds of plots."
"These...are details of their love story."
Shiina Mashiro's eyes darted away slightly, and a blush crept onto her slender, adorable face.
This situation left Shirakawa somewhat bewildered.
"The plot of love is not just about these things."
Upon hearing this, Shiina Mashiro tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled, and spoke.
"what is that?"
“I see many people like that on TV.”
"Television?" Shirakawa said, pursing his lips.
"Most TV shows are simplified versions, and that's not all. Mashiro, you're probably watching soap operas."
After all, soap operas don't have any exciting scenes.
In the 5.7 metropolitan areas of Tokyo, late at night when all is quiet.
The scenes shown in late-night programs, including some 18+...XX scenes, might only be shown on television.
What is a soap opera?
Shiina Mashiro murmured, then spoke.
"Never mind all that for now, Shiki, come help me quickly."
"Since Shiki wasn't tempted, then this operation has failed."
"What kind of battle plan is this?"
Shirakawa asked in surprise.
"Hmm... I heard Mai say that when girls make such movements, boys can't resist."
"Mai-senpai? What strange knowledge did she teach you this time?"
"She said she can't tell you, Shi, hurry up."
"Okay, then I'll be quick."
Shirakawa readily agreed, took out the clothes in his hand, and began to gently help Mashiro put on her clothes.
Chapter 203 How to serve? What else could it be?
Following Shirakawa's movements, Mashiro's eyes were fixed on the boy in front of her.
"Shi, it's a little itchy."
Shiina Mashiro's cheeks twitched slightly, and she chuckled playfully, her expression barely audible.
Her appearance may seem delicate and fragile, but she is far more irresistible than she appears.
The capital that is about to emerge appears to be slightly weaker than the snow under the sun.
However, compared to the average high school girl, she is more stylish and perfect.
“Sorry sorry…”
Hearing the lingering echo of Shiina Mashiro's cheerful laughter, Shirakawa Shiki smiled as well and chose to apologize.
"I might not be as skilled as Nanami, Mashiro, please don't mind."
"No, Shiki."
"Then, you stand still and don't move. I'll try to be as quick as possible."
After giving a word of advice, Shirakawa stretched out his hands and moved carefully yet quickly.
"How is this deducted?"
In just a few minutes, with great perseverance, he helped Mashiro tidy up the area in front of him.
Standing behind him, Shirakawa failed to button it up several times, which made him feel a little helpless.
"I don't know."
Shiina Mashiro's fair, jade-like face still had a blush.
Even her skin revealed a hint of alluring pink as she replied softly.
have to......
Asking Zhenbai is pointless.
Shirakawa had to start researching on his own, and after working on it for a while, he finally finished helping.
This is thanks to the fact that he had done many similar things in the past.
Otherwise, he might have to study it for a long time, sweating profusely.
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It is reasonable that, although the purposes are different—one is to put on clothes and the other is to take them off—they are different.
However, it was also somewhat influenced by the principle of "practice makes perfect".
"Is the style nice?"
Realizing that she had finished her action, Shiina Mashiro looked down at herself.
"But you just said you like looking at clothes."
Shiina Mashiro turned around and came back to the scene, which resembled a comic she had drawn herself.
A flawless, adorable girl's face came into Shirakawa's view.
Her skin was as white as snow, her nose as delicate as jade, and her lips as red and luscious as if crafted by nature.
At this moment, dressed in slightly more revealing clothing, the charm of a mature woman and the unique purity of a young girl are palpable.
Shiina Mashiro possesses both qualities without appearing abrupt; rather, they complement each other perfectly.
After observing Mashiro for a while, Shirakawa nodded slightly, expressing his undisguised admiration.
"It looks great. I don't think I could find anything more suitable than real white."
"I never expected that Shiro would look so different after wearing this."
His gaze was fixed on her; at this moment, Mashiro looked almost unreal.
It's easy for people to feel a sense of inferiority in front of Mashiro.
Shiina Mashiro's figure is quite tall compared to other girls her age, and her facial features are also impeccable.
A head of dazzling blonde hair, as bright as the sun, then clung to her back.
The gentle swaying and fluttering with each step further accentuated her slender figure.
However......
It's also possible that it's simply a hazy feeling arising from the stirrings of the heart in the erotic world.
The thought immediately crossed his mind, and he shook his head.
Shirakawa pursed his lips, finding his earlier thought slightly laughable.
Shiina Mashiro had no idea what he was thinking, staring intently at him.
A faint smile played on her lips, and the sweet feeling in her heart seemed to deepen at that moment.
"Is that so? Then I'll take this one. Is the style alright?"
With her cherry lips slightly upturned, Shirakawa's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
The scene that came into view was like a combination of an angel's smile and a devil's temptation.
He took a deep breath and then smiled faintly.
"Of course, if Mashiro likes it, then buy it."
"it is good."
Shiina Mashiro gave a soft "hmm" and didn't feel much shame.
Even though she is only wearing a few layers, she remains calm and composed.
"Then shall we take it off first? Is that alright, Zhenbai?"
"The method is decided."
Shirakawa and Shiina Mashiro quickly coordinated their efforts.
One has gained some experience in this area, while the other has become accustomed to being waited on.
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