Nudity Strikes Back

The day after the manga competition, Nayuta was lazing around Itsuki’s kotatsu table as he sat facing his computer.

“Hmm…hmm… Whoa……”

He was peering intently at the screen, apparently searching the net for something. Nayuta leaned back for a better look.

“Mmm…? Nyaaaah?!”

“Whoa! Don’t scare me, Kanikou!”

“Don’t scare me!” she countered, face strained.

“Huh? About what?”

“Why are you looking at lingerie sites, Itsuki?!”

On the screen was an online store for women’s undergarments, filled with stock photos of bras and panties, along with shots of well-proportioned Western women modeling them.

“I, I’m just doing research! There’s no ulterior motive!”

The shouting, reddened Itsuki did little to dissuade Nayuta as she squinted at Itsuki, then the screen.

“Research…? On panties?”

“Yeah. I wanna talk about them in my novels.”

Nayuta gave him the most incredulous look her eyes could muster. “What about your novels makes you need to look into lingerie?! Just do what you always do and describe them all generic, like ‘white panties’ or ‘bra’ or whatever!”

This was a habit that Itsuki still hadn’t addressed since his first published work. His descriptions of what his ladies wore under their clothing were skimpy at best. It was a miracle if he even bothered to mention the colors.

“…That’s what I’m trying to improve on,” Itsuki earnestly replied. “I think I haven’t been giving this stuff the attention it deserves. There are all these types of bras and panties, each with their own colors and decor and shapes and materials. Everything’s so unique. It’s like I finally realized that what a character wears is important for expressing a lot of her personality.”

“Wh-what happened to you, Itsuki…?” Nayuta pouted sadly at him. “It doesn’t matter what kind of panties they’re wearing. You know that in the very next line, they’ll take them off, or the wind will blow them off, or they’ll be torn to shreds by a magic spell. So who cares?”

“…You’re right. That’s how it’s been, up to now. But from now on, I’m thinking about adding some lingerie fan service, too.”

“Oh, no way! Where’d that come from?!”

Nayuta nearly fainted out of sheer dismay as Itsuki continued, his face as serene as a statue of Buddha.

“You know Kaiko Mikuniyama, the manga artist for All About? She’s really opened my eyes, you know? She showed me how deep the world of underwear truly goes.”

Suddenly, all expression vanished from Nayuta’s face.

“…Oh… Kaiko Mikuniyama… That’s the name of the snake who turned you all topsy-turvy…?”

The coldness of her whisper almost penetrated through the walls, chilling the entire neighborhood.

The next day, fresh-faced manga artist Kaiko Mikuniyama walked into a mid-rate hotel about a ten-minute walk from the nearest rail station by her publisher. As Tokuyama put it, one of GF Bunko’s best-selling authors had voiced a sudden desire to see Kaiko—and this author, Nayuta Kani, had been staying at this hotel for a while now.

Kaiko had never read her work, but she knew how dedicated her fan base was. What would such a popular writer want with her? They had never met, and Kaiko hadn’t even made her professional debut yet. She didn’t have a clue how Nayuta would even be aware of her.

It was thus with more than a twinge of nervousness that Kaiko walked down the hallway. Nayuta had made a very enigmatic point of asking her to come alone, so her editor Tokuyama wasn’t there. Reaching Nayuta’s door, she gingerly gave it a knock.

“…Yes?” a woman’s voice said from the other side.

“Um, this is Kaiko Mikuniyama. Is this the room of Nayuta Kani?”

The door slowly opened, a silver-topped head popping out from within. She was quite attractive, but her face was oddly scrunched up, as if she was angry over something.

“…Come in.”

“S-sure.”

Kaiko stepped in. Another woman was sitting on the bed there, about the same age as Kaiko but more refined in looks. She gave Kaiko a hesitant nod.

“Um…? Who’s this, Nayu?”

The silver-haired girl sniffed at the air. “This is Kaiko Mikuniyama, a manga artist. She’s handling the comic adaptation of Itsuki’s All About for him.”

“Wow, a manga artist?” The woman eyed Kaiko closely, fascinated by her. It made Kaiko blush and turn away a bit.

“Oh, my name’s Miyako Shirakawa,” the refined woman said as she stood up. “I’m Nayu’s friend, and I was Itsuki’s classmate in college, too.”

“Ah, I see! My name is Kaiko Mikuniyama. Good to meet you.”

Then Kaiko turned to the silver-haired girl.

“Um, and you are…?”

“I apologize. My name’s Nayuta Kani. I’m Itsuki’s wife.”

“W-wife?!”

Kaiko peered intently at Nayuta. The fact that this wispy, otherworldly girl with the silver hair was famous novelist Nayuta Kani was surprising enough, but she was married to Itsuki Hashima? No way. Itsuki Hashima, this guy with a love for two-dimensional sisters as strong as her own, had this cute real-life girl for a life partner the whole time? Kaiko honestly felt a tad betrayed.

“Nayuuu,” Miyako said with an eye-rolling sway of the head, “you really shouldn’t tell a bald-faced lie like that to someone you just met.”

“Oh, what’s the big deal, Myaa? I’m marrying him sooner or later.”

“I…um, how do you know that…?”

Miyako seemed to struggle for words a little as Kaiko figured out what to say next.

“Um…what kind of lie do you mean?”

“Oh, this girl just really loves Itsuki, that’s all,” Miyako replied with a chagrined smile.

“I…see,” Kaiko said, unsure what else to say.

“So, Nayu, what did you need me for today? You said this was urgent…”

Ah, Kaiko thought. She wasn’t the only one called here for nebulous reasons.

“Well, I mean,” Nayuta reluctantly replied, “it’s kind of scary, isn’t it, being alone with someone you’ve never met before?” Then she stared at Kaiko. “Listen to me, Myaa. This woman here has seduced Itsuki!”

“S-seduced?!”

“M-me?!”

Both of them began blushing profusely.

“Wh-what on earth are you saying? I am just drawing the All About My Little Sister comic, and I have not a single intention of any other relationship with Mr. Hashima!”

Nayuta pointed a finger straight at the pleading Kaiko. “And yet, you’re leading Itsuki down this terrible path!”

“T-terrible path?”

“You went and changed his original story on him, didn’t you?”

“Oh, that…? Well, yes, that’s right.”

“Changed?” a quizzical Miyako asked, a question greeted by a derisive huff from Nayuta’s nostrils.

“This woman! Had the audacity! To take a scene where the main heroine’s naked and put a bra and panties on her!”

“Ah…”

“No, not ‘ah…’!” Nayuta puffed her cheeks out in anger. “How can you be so indifferent, Myaa?!”

“Um…” Miyako gave her a confused look. “I don’t know what to tell you. Is it that much of a problem?”

“It’s a huge problem! Putting panties on a girl during a nude scene is like taking all of Itsuki’s work and ripping it to shreds!”

“…Mr. Hashima said pretty much the same thing,” Kaiko calmly replied. “But eventually, he saw the light when it came to the charms of underthings, and he agreed to let me change the scene to include panties.”

“Itsuki said yes? So what’s the big deal?”

“Everything!” Nayuta shouted, lunging at Miyako’s question. “Itsuki’s been bewitched! He’s all messed up in the head now! He’s talking nonsense about wanting to put lingerie scenes in his own novels!”

“Oh yeah, he’s always super lazy about describing intimate apparel in his books. Isn’t it a good thing for him to tackle it seriously now?”

“Aw, no way! You think it’s perfectly fine for Itsuki to change his religion from all-nude to dainty lace thingies?!”

“If those are the only two choices, I’m not sure if either of them are fine, or neither of them…” Miyako was utterly lost.

Nayuta gave her a look of astonishment. “You, you’re kidding me… What happened to the Myaa I know? The manhandling slut who rips her clothes off at a moment’s notice?”

“I don’t remember becoming a slut, Nayu!”

“We played around naked on the beach in Okinawa!”

“Y…yeah, we did, but…”

“We both stripped down in this very room once!”

“That, that’s because you begged and pleaded for me to do it!”

“We started making out in the nude together on the street and got arrested for public indecency!”

“That was in that game we played!”

“…What are you two doing…?”

Miyako turned a dark shade of red at Kaiko’s withering stare.

“D-don’t listen to her! I’m not some kind of deviant nudist, all right?”

“Oh, Myaa, how could you…? I thought we were nudist buddies…”

Nayuta gave Miyako a look that resembled a kitten in the rain. It made Miyako wince with an apologetic little whimper.

Then Kaiko’s voice dropped to a lower pitch. “Hee-hee-hee… It would seem that the only person infected by the evils of nudist fundamentalism is you, and you alone.”

“Nnngh…”

Now Nayuta was gnashing her teeth in anguish.

“So enough of this uncivilized compulsion to do away with your clothes,” Kaiko triumphantly continued. “Frilly underwear is the greatest beauty the human race has ever created! Nudity has no place in great art! In the shower, in the bathtub, between the sheets, in a deep sleep, when you’re eating, when you’re at school—every beautiful young woman needs to go around in her underwear, in every aspect of daily life!”

“No, you’re acting pretty weird, too!”

“What…?”

Miyako was doing all she could to tread water here, and it caught Kaiko by surprise.

“Regardless,” barked Nayuta, “I refuse to allow you to adapt Itsuki’s work!”

“Whether you like it or not, Mr. Hashima has already accepted me. Besides, I am absolutely positive that nobody in the world is better prepared than me to depict the world of All About My Little Sister in manga form!”

The boldness of the statement made Nayuta flinch for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “That—that’s not possible! I can depict it far better than you ever could!”

“…! W-well, if you are willing to go that far, I refuse to take it sitting down. I challenge you to a match! If I win, you’ll have to accept that I’m handling the manga!”

“Perfect! Fine by me!”

“Nayu,” Miyako whispered, “can you even draw?”

“No problem!”

“Wow… Impressive.”

There was something resembling envy in Miyako’s tone as she marveled at the indefatigable Nayuta.

“…”

Kaiko, meanwhile, was putting on a bold face but internally fretting at this silver-haired girl’s seemingly unflappable attitude. There was no mistaking the fact that she thought herself the most qualified to adapt All About, but now she was tasked with convincing the publisher’s most talented novelist of that fact. A publisher that offered a home to all manner of technically gifted talents, like Puriketsu from yesterday. Maybe she was a crack manga artist, too.

But I can’t back down now.

Ever since she was a child, she had been drawing manga filled with ladies’ undergarments, hiding it all from her parents. She finally told them a year ago, when she had brought her manga to a publisher and they immediately assigned her an editor. They were firmly against it—The work’s too unstable, they protested. This time, though, she wasn’t trying to convince an editor. She had to convince the world. She had to provide real results, to prove that she could go it as a professional manga artist, to make her parents see the light. Otherwise, it’d just be boring old college, to boring old recruitment meetings, to a boring old job.

And it had to be done with her vast knowledge of intimates. She knew full well how rash it was to change the original story around without permission. But this was the path she had chosen, and she was ready to expend everything for it. That effort brought her victory over genius-level talent Puriketsu and forced the nude-obsessed original creator to see things her way. She was almost there. Even if she was facing the top-selling author in the entire company, she could let nothing trip her up now!

“…………”

The fires of war blazing in her eyes, Nayuta picked up a ballpoint pen and memo pad she had on hand. Ready and willing to fight this genius novelist, Kaiko took out her manga equipment and installed her panties over her face.

“…Let us begin, then.”

“Prepare to accept defeat. My future with Itsuki is riding on this,” Nayuta growled back.

There, as Miyako looked on—too dazed to jab at them any longer— the battle began.

Five minutes later, Kaiko emerged the victor.

Miyako, realizing this was never going to be close, forced them to stop around then.

“…………Nayu, your art’s not good at all,” she said with a vague sense of relief.

In short, Nayuta’s manga was about as good as a grade-schooler’s doodles. A completely jet-black figure, just barely sort of recognizable as a human figure, was striking some bizarre pose. It was eerie, the kind of thing you wouldn’t want to look at too long for fear of unlocking an ancient curse.

“Aww… Why can’t I draw better than this?” Nayuta shrugged as she gave her artwork a shocked look. “I may not look it, but I had so much talent in kindergarten. Even my teacher said ‘Ooh, you paint really well’ and stuff…”

“Well,” Kaiko intoned as she snapped off her panties, “I win. So, as promised, you will recognize me as the one and only manga artist for Itsuki’s work.”

“W-wait a second! That was just a practice round! The real match is best two out of three!”

“Don’t know when to give up, do you?” Kaiko sighed. “I’ll duke it out with you as many times as you like…but it’ll just turn out the same, won’t it?”

“N-no it won’t!”

“…You should just give this one up, Nayu,” Miyako instructed the sneering, almost-crying girl.

“Not you too, Myaa…”

“I’m not an expert, but even I can tell she’s really good. If she’s turning Itsuki’s story into a manga, you should really offer her more support.”

Nayuta shook her head back and forth in disagreement. “I know full well she’s really good at drawing! But no matter how good she is, taking a naked girl and putting panties on her? It’s just not right!”

“You sure are stubborn on that point… Why are you so obsessed over whether someone’s naked or not?”

“It’s about more than the manga!” came the impassioned reply.

“How so?”

“This is a problem that affects the entire blueprint for my life!”

“That seems a little dramatic,” Miyako pointed out.

“…Um, what does my manga have to do with your life?” a mystified- looking Kaiko asked.

Nayuta wiped a tear away. “…I mean,” she said as if it was completely self-evident, “I’m gonna marry Itsuki someday.”

“Oh,” Kaiko indifferently replied. Miyako just stood there, smiling to block the pain, as Nayuta sniffled.

“And in my house, I’m generally always naked! I’m always gonna be naked in front of Itsuki, and he’s gonna get so turned-on and impatient that he’s gonna screw me until he’s satisfied! We’ll have sex, we’ll sleep, we’ll wake up, we’ll have sex, we’ll eat, we’ll have sex, we’ll watch TV, we’ll have sex, we’ll play games, we’ll have sex, we’ll read books, we’ll have sex, we’ll take a bath, we’ll have sex, and…and whenever he feels like it, we’ll have sex! We’ll have sex until I can’t even see straight, and I’ll be in pure ecstasy day and night, and my heart and my body will just melt right there on the bed! That’s the love-laden married life I’m dreaming of!”

“Give it up!”

Miyako’s and Kaiko’s cheeks were both a deep red now.

In obvious pain, Nayuta pleaded. “So please, I can’t have you awaken any sexual interests in my future husband apart from nudity! How do you plan to make it up to me if my naked body doesn’t ignite his passions any longer?!”

“Just put on some lingerie!” Kaiko angrily shouted. “Either way, I’m not going to change my manga approach just for your sake! Good-bye!”

“W-wait a moment!”

Nayuta circled in front of the departing Kaiko. “O-okay, if it’s come to this…”

A moment of hesitation—and then Nayuta flung the clothing off her body, skirt and panties and bra sailing through the air, until she was fully nude in the blink of an eye.

“Wha, wha, wha, what’re you doing?! That’s shameless!”

Nayuta was blushing just as hard as the frantic Kaiko. “If it’s come to this,” she cried, “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you recognize the wonders of being nude!” Then she hugged Kaiko from behind.

“Wh-what are you…?!”

“I want to teach you how the female chest feels!”

“I, I, I’m perfectly happy with my own, thank you!”

“Reeeeeaally?”

“Hyah?!” Kaiko cried out adorably as Nayuta whispered into her ear.

“…I knew it, Mikuniyama. You don’t know how another girl’s chest feels, do you? In the flesh?”

“…! So, so what?!”

Kaiko protested a little too much, the truth revealed. Nayuta smiled the smile of a gamer who had just discovered the trick to taking down a superstrong monster.

“Eh-heh-heh… And you think that someone handling the manga for a rom-com with just a little sex humor in it can get away with not knowing what a woman’s boobs feel like?”

“I, I told you, I’ve got a perfectly fine pair to figure out everything I need myself…”

Nayuta breathed into Kaiko’s ear, earning another “Hyah!” from her.

“You know, I learned not too long ago that feeling up your own breasts is totally different from feeling up someone else’s…”

“Huh…?!”

“Oh? You didn’t know that? And you think you’re going to draw that scene in the hot springs where Ichika and Yukiko are washing each other off, and they start groping each other? When they’re saying ‘Ooh, did your boobs get bigger again’ and stuff?”

“I, I, women don’t do that in real life! It’s just a fantasy, so I can use my imagination to draw that!”

“Just a fantasy? Isn’t running into your sister in the shower room wearing nothing but a bra and panties a fantasy, too? Is that the kind of halfhearted approach you took when you drew that?”

“N-no! I’ve got a perfect image of how real-life panties feel, and smell, and taste in my mind! That’s what allows me to draw them in so much detail!”

“…Taste?” Miyako mumbled, her eyes half-lidded with exasperation. The other two failed to notice.

“Mikuniyama,” Nayuta said as she suddenly plunged a hand into Kaiko’s clothing.

“Hyah?! Wh-what are you…?!”

“I agree. I think the undergarments you draw are amazing. I can understand how you’ve managed to bewitch Itsuki with them.”

“Affh… Take, take your hand off, please…”

“If you took that skill and aimed it more toward the naked figure, that’d leave both Itsuki and his readers one hundred percent satisfied…but you refuse. Why can’t you draw anything besides lingerie?”

Her hand had made its way down beneath Kaiko’s bra.

“Ee… W-wait a…”

“…I’m not saying you should never draw a single bra ever again, you know. Those kinds of shots would work great in locker rooms, or bedrooms, or whatever. And you can draw all the bra and panty flashes you want, too, I’m sure. But for the bathroom, at least…? Can we get fully naked there, hmm…?”

Then, a squeeze.

“Hyaahn!” came Kaiko’s almost-flirtatious voice.

“You can draw lots and lots of underwear, for all I care. But promise me you’ll at least draw some nudes, too…come on…”

One of Nayuta’s hands was now kneading Kaiko’s chest, as the other dragged her skirt downward.

“Or is it more that you…can’t draw them?”

“…!”

Kaiko’s face tensed up.

“Because you’ve never touched a real pair of breasts, or a woman’s real butt… And that’s why you can’t draw them, hmm?”

“Nh… Agh…!”

The sweet insinuations were eating their way into Kaiko’s heart. Nayuta was wrong. Kaiko had drawn boobs and butts before—including for the All About My Little Sister sample character designs, using Hoshiimo’s illustrations as a guide. But compared to the undeniably first-rate shots of panties and the like, the T&A just couldn’t quite compare. She had even posed in front of a mirror, playing around with her breasts with one hand and sketching with the other. But no matter how “nice” her boobs were, she just couldn’t get her illustrations to “must grab right this minute” level, the way she could with clothed figures.

In Kaiko’s mind, this was just a matter of not having the love. She adored lingerie from the bottom of her heart, but she had no similar emotional attachment to the female form. That was a problem, she thought.

But maybe Nayuta was right. Maybe it was just that she never had the opportunity to play with someone else before. It wouldn’t be a matter of “love,” just a lack of experience, or knowledge, or study. Or effort?

“Maybe, you know…it’s not that you’ve chosen underwear; it’s that you’re fleeing from nudity, hmm?”

“Ngh…!”

The poison behind Nayuta’s words stripped Kaiko of both her clothing and her identity. It made her question the validity of all she held dear, as Nayuta flashed an evil grin and finally made a move to unfasten her bra.

“…No you don’t…!”

She grabbed Nayuta’s wrist, protecting both her identity and her chest support. She had to prove it—that she wasn’t drawing on panties because she was incapable of drawing enticing nude art. She wasn’t fleeing from nudity—she just opted for the path of a pinup fetish artist. She was already well acquainted with the realm of tits and ass, and with that knowledge firmly in hand, she had to hold her own chest high and proclaim to the world that skimpy cover-ups were even better.

I have to show that my love is real! And to do that…!

A glint of determination flashed in Kaiko’s eyes. Free from Nayuta’s arms, she turned back toward her and promptly grabbed both of the other girl’s breasts, like her hands were the talons of a majestic eagle.

“Ha-hyah?!”

Now it was Nayuta’s turn to yelp out loud, as Kaiko slowly, hungrily, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly fondled her. She moaned out loud, cheeks flushed and eyes cloudy.

“Nyaaah…aiyahh… N-no… Shtaaahp…”

Apparently, she could dish it out, but she couldn’t take it.

“Ahhn… Uhn… Ahh… Unf…”

Every time Kaiko applied pressure with her fingers, Nayuta acutely reacted to it, letting out cute little moans and exclamations.

“I see… This is different from touching myself, isn’t it…?”

Kaiko gave a satisfied nod, more than a touch of excitement running across her body. It wasn’t just a matter of Nayuta’s chest being different in shape or size from hers. When she felt herself, the resulting feedback was a mixture of tactile feel and internal reaction. Here, though, she could focus entirely on what her hands were telling her—and these were the hands of a manga artist, someone capable of beautiful, delicate artwork. They were far more sensitive than an average person’s hands, and the information they could gain from groping Nayuta’s naked breasts was vast. The way that Nayuta’s body jerked and shuddered and made all kinds of other unexpected movements along with her moans was just as fresh an experience, something Kaiko could never have found by herself.

“Nh… Hahh, hahh…”

She almost sounded ready to weep between her short, alluring breaths.

“Wh-why, why are…you so good at playing with, with my breasts…?!”

“Because I’m a manga artist,” Kaiko replied, as if nothing could be more obvious.

“Nnah… A, a manga artist…wowww… Please, enough…”

“I’m not going to end it with just that, no.”

Her hands continued their kneading work as Kaiko’s eyes ran up and down the length of Nayuta’s body, her honed manga artist’s perception inspecting every curve and vertex of her pale, naked form.

“D-don’t look, please,” Nayuta half cried out, her bashful eyes sealed shut.

“Sorry, but I must. This is a golden opportunity for me, so I will happily study your body down to the last detail. Let me show you what happens when you make a manga artist get serious.”

Her eyes were pulsing with excitement, but Kaiko’s mind was totally clear and free of distractions. As she normally did with women’s undergarments, she brought her face close to Nayuta’s body as her hands continued, smelling it, examining the taste with her tongue.

So this is a woman’s body…

The sensation, and the taste, made Kaiko overjoyed. She had to admit it—this was excellent. And it meant that she had to face up to it with everything she had, too. Not just with her hands and tongue. For real.

Her resolve steeled, Kaiko removed her hands, then her own bra. Her two breasts fell out with a near-audible boing—just as bountiful as Nayuta’s and just as well formed.

“Nyah, what’re you…?”

Before the slack-jawed Nayuta could voice her confusion any further, Kaiko wordlessly pressed her breasts against her partner’s.

“Fyahh?!”

A shout rang out. Kaiko, for her part, was trying her best to keep her breathing steady, letting out little squeaks and grunts as she did. Even with her status as an A-level lingerie fan, her breasts were just as exceptionally sensitive as her hands—perhaps even more so, to the point where she scored a perfect 100 percent whenever she played Guess the Bra (a game popular in Gunma Prefecture where players are blindfolded, have a bra put on them, and have to guess the brand and materials).

Now Kaiko poured all her focus into her breasts, using them to analyze Nayuta’s. They felt completely different on her skin from the high-quality brassieres she preferred, but they were still just as smooth and comfortable to her. The sensation that seemed to draw in and gently embrace her breasts was easily equal to the comfort of a worn-in bra that had adjusted to her body after several months.

Wow… This is just… Wow…!

She was consumed by the feeling, her breathing accelerated by the astonishment and excitement—and then Kaiko decided to find out how her butt felt. Nayuta wouldn’t let her bring her face close to it, but when Kaiko used her honed pro-manga-artist techniques to pinpoint the particularly sensitive spots she had discovered earlier, the author was putty in her hands.

The feel of Nayuta’s butt was just as wondrous as her breasts. Seeking to explore it in greater depth, Kaiko slipped her panties down, which left her completely nude. In addition to Guess the Bra, she was also one of the best players of Guess the Panties (you can figure out how that’s played) the world had ever known. Her superhuman sense of touch, normally reserved only for fully enjoying the sensation of the panties she wore, soon discovered all the secrets of Nayuta’s ass.

“Nyahh…hh… Oh, oh, please… P-please, forgive me…”

“No.”

Nayuta’s impassioned, pleasure-drunk pleas fell upon deaf ears.

…A few dozen seconds passed.

After getting her fill of Nayuta’s rear end, Kaiko rubbed her own breasts and butt against various parts of Nayuta’s body, coiling herself around her as she carried out her expedition. Now Nayuta was spent, twitching slightly as she lay curled up on the floor, Kaiko watching from above.

“…I suppose you were right. The nude body is a subject worthy of challenging after all.”

“I—I told you, didn’t I…?”

Nayuta’s eyes were teary as she breathed out the words in a trancelike state.

“…Having just awoken to this new revelation, I don’t know how capable I am of expressing it, but I will try drawing Ichika in the nude.”

Nayuta breathed a sigh of relief at the declaration. “Y-yayyy… I did it… I finally did it, Itsukiii…♥”

“…But one issue remains.”

“Issue…?”

“The only breasts I know are mine and yours. However… Yours are not sized that differently from mine.”

She was right. They were both pretty buxom. But Ichika, heroine of All About My Little Sister, was relatively slender—not flat-chested, but certainly not double-Ds. An average size. Even after the painstaking exam she had just completed, Kaiko couldn’t express the nude form of Ichika with the experience of Nayuta’s body alone.

“Hee-hee… No problem there…!” Nayuta stood up, still trying to catch her breath. “We have someone who could be the perfect reference for Ichika’s body…right over there.”

Her eyes were glued to Miyako Shirakawa, who had watched this exercise in debauchery with sheer exasperation but also enough excitement to keep her from stepping in to stop them.

A lurid smile crept onto Kaiko’s face. “Ahh, yes, you’re quite right.”

Miyako’s face tensed up, sensing the danger. “Wh-what…?”

“Eee-hee-hee! Myaaa…♥”

The still-nude Nayuta ran up and embraced Miyako, holding her to ensure there was no escape.

“Whoa, hey, wha, Nayu?!”

“Please remove your clothes, Myaa. Like you always do!”

“Don’t—don’t phrase it like I’m always stripping for you! I’m not some perv who likes being nude all the time! I refuse to succumb to peer pressure!”

But as she resisted, the nude Kaiko approached. “I beg you, Ms. Shirakawa. For the sake of my manga…I need you to be naked.”

“Absolutely not! I’m never gonna take my clothes off again for you guys!”

“Oh, it’s all right, Myaa. You’ll feel so wonderful once we begin!”

“I don’t want to!”

She did her best to reject their advances, but after two minutes’ of sincere, devoted pleading, she relented, muttering, “Ugh, there is just no dealing with you people” as she disrobed and presented herself to the manga artist’s fearsome sense of touch.

One week later, the second draft for chapter 1 of the All About manga landed on Itsuki’s desk.

The general setup was identical to last time, except with an extra new helping of bra and panty shots. The slow, gradual, exhaustively detailed strip tease that accentuated the shower scene was also the same, but on the page after Ichika was stripped down to her undies, she was finally depicted in her full nude form.

Now the story had some extra fan service that wasn’t mentioned in the novels, along with descriptions of undergarments that changed the very nature of the story itself. What it also came with was a nude scene sure to satisfy any die-hard fan of the original, ensuring that new readers, faithful followers, panty fetishists, and nudity snobs could all enjoy it. The perfect adaptation.

“Heh-heh…geh-heh…gyeh-heh-heh… I thought the panties were nice, but nothing can beat nude, huh? It’s, like, the ultimate, guh-huh-huh-huh-huh…weh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh…”

And as Itsuki stared at this nude scene, face contorted as he practically ran his tongue all over it, Nayuta stood next to him with a serene smile.