Displaying myself in a manga?
Hearing Rin's words, Shinju felt her heart skip a beat. Like Sajuna, she loved cosplay; she was just too insecure about her body to try. Being the heroine of a manga, rather than just cosplaying one... the temptation was as great as the wish to be as petite as her sister.
Although she was excited, she didn't want to trouble Rin—or rather, she didn't dare to.
"No, that's too much trouble for the President."
"It's not a high-fidelity manga... I charge money for those. At most, it's just some sketches for practice."
If it were a high-fidelity manga... hehe, being the heroine wouldn't be free. Megumi Kato had paid a lot to be the heroine.
Besides, this was something Rin had already planned to do. Drawing doujinshi for a publisher earned good money, but getting famous "on the shore" (mainstream) paid much more. Anime adaptations, light novels, game tie-ins... especially hot-blooded shonen manga.
Although Rin was currently "in the sea" (adult industry), he had to find a way to wiggle his way onto the shore if he wanted to grow. His previous serialization, Wildcat Girl, was somewhat amphibious; it was a shame it didn't go viral enough, or he could have stripped the sexual parts for an anime.
Rin often posted conceptual manga sketches online. If the popularity was high enough, he could transition to the mainstream. Using a smutty art style for a mainstream manga was no problem—many people loved finding sexiness in a PG-13 series and finding deep plots in H-manga.
"Since you're using Shinju as a prototype for the heroine, you need to collect data, right?" Marin winked frantically at Rin.
"Ah... yes, data collection. Right, data collection." Rin glanced at Marin, who was trying to hold back a laugh. Your behavior is a lot like Kaede's. Do you have a system too?
Marin nodded repeatedly. "Just like making a cosplay outfit, you need to record all the body proportions and measurements."
Is... is that right?
Shinju was confused. She was very familiar with the process of making cosplay outfits; just as Marin said, all kinds of measurements had to be recorded. When she helped customize Sajuna's outfits, she was the one who measured her sister's body. Her sister's tiny, flat chest was so cute!
As for the process of drawing manga... Shinju had no idea. She only knew how to read them. Although she didn't understand the craft, she knew drawing was time-consuming and difficult.
But the President, whom she just met, was going to draw a manga for her sake. Yes, just like measuring for clothes, this is normal behavior. Yes, that's right!
Despite convincing herself, Shinju was still incredibly shy. "Um..."
Seeing her agree in a voice as soft as a mosquito, Marin helped her stand up from the sofa. Standing in front of Rin, Shinju hunched her shoulders. Marin slapped her back playfully. "Don't slouch! Stand up straight."
"O-okay."
Pressing her tender pink lips together, Shinju stood tall. Her slightly messy coral hair couldn't hide her cheeks, which were burning with shame. The contrast between her tall, mature frame and her childlike shyness made her look exceptionally cute.
Shinju felt Rin's gaze like a physical touch scanning her body—from her slender neck to her high, heavy breasts, and down to her long legs.
"With clothes on, it's hard to see clearly," Marin giggled, hugging Shinju from behind and peeking over her shoulder. She grabbed Shinju's wrists, which were instinctively trying to cover her front. "You can't be too shy. You have to show your charm to Sensei so he can draw you as cute as possible~"
"Ugh..." After a slight struggle, Shinju let her hands go. With Marin pressing against her back, she could only thrust her chest forward, displaying her massive, lush curves to Rin and Moeha.
The sharp-witted Moeha looked at Marin's mischievous eyes and knew exactly what she was doing. Big Brother is such a playboy. Isn't he afraid of a 'nice boat' ending where his head gets chopped off? Chopping off the top head was rare, but she'd seen plenty of news about the bottom one.
Moeha was getting even more curious about Rin, but for now... Shinju's shameful expression was just too cute!
"Marin-san said it's like making clothes, but... when you're measuring for a custom fit, measuring over clothes isn't accurate," Moeha added, fanning the flames.
"Mm-hmm, exactly. Not accurate at all."
"Do... do I have to take them off?" Shinju's face was bright red as she looked cautiously at Rin. What kind of club did my sister join?! And didn't he say he was drawing an all-ages manga? Even if he wanted to be accurate, he shouldn't need her to strip, right?
"When I'm collecting data for a doujinshi, I do have models strip and pose. Even though all manga starts with drawing the anatomy before adding clothes, a normal manga usually doesn't need that much detail."
"I..."
Shinju bit her lip, hesitating. Marin had said to let the President use his body to prove that her giant frame could be loved... and could... could also make his body excited. If she took off her clothes, would this "uncute" body of hers... make the President excited?
Even though she was insecure, she deep down craved validation. Shinju pressed her hand to her collar and swallowed. Her voice was a whisper. "Okay..."
With her face downcast and under the gaze of the three others, Shinju pinched her collar. First, a line of pale, slender waist appeared... for her size, she was quite fit. Then, a small navel.
As the hem of her shirt reached the bottom of her bra, Shinju hesitated, her fingertips trembling. With a short whimper, she suddenly jerked her arms up. Her staggering, heavy breasts—encased in a pure white bra—were thrust before their eyes. They were so large that faint blue veins could be seen beneath her pale skin.
"So... so big."
Even Moeha, who came from a family of well-endowed women, was awestruck by Shinju's breasts. Never mind Moeha, even Marin, who was an E-cup, was staring blankly.
Shinju stole a glance at their shocked expressions and lowered her head even further.
"I-is this enough?" she whispered. She didn't dare make eye contact with Rin.
"This is fine. You don't have to go completely naked."
Hearing Rin say that, Shinju felt a slight wave of relief. If she had to take off her bra too, she really wouldn't have the courage.
"The bra is fine, but it would be best to take off the skirt."
"O-okay."
Marin took her jacket, and Shinju placed her fingers on the button of her skirt. Her trembling fingers struggled with the fastener. A second later, the long skirt slid to the floor, revealing pure white panties and long, shapely legs.
Though she was tall, her body proportions were perfect.
"!!!!"
Shinju's body went stiff. Her brain was reeling.
They saw me!!!! They saw everything!!!!