"Qingshan, there you are?"

A shadow blocked the sunlight.

Su Qingshan squinted. She pushed herself up from the grass with both hands.

Her silver-white hair carried the fresh scent of grass, making her look even more aloof.

The girl nodded slightly. "Hmm, Senior Luo, what is it?"

"Well, I have a photography assignment. I need to model for some shots. But I haven’t found a good photographer yet. So, I’d like to ask you to be mine. Is that okay?"

Luo Shiya noticed Su Qingshan’s warmer attitude. Much better than past rejections. Her smile deepened.

*So, I’m finally winning over little Qingshan?*

The elegant senior spoke gently, full of grace.

Her fangirls’ eyes sparkled with stars. They’d accept for Su Qingshan in a heartbeat!

For the best Senior Luo, they’d climb mountains of blades or cross seas of fire!

"Of course."

Su Qingshan readily agreed.

Her gaze swept up and down Luo Shiya’s body.

"If you model, my company has a new outfit design. It’d suit you perfectly, Senior."

*She not only agreed but offered custom clothes?*

Surprise flashed in Luo Shiya’s eyes. Her tailored strategy was working.

Anything my junior designs—even a burlap sack—I’ll wear it!

Luo Shiya ignored the word "company." She took it as Su Qingshan’s personal gift.

How could a charming Succubus Queen like her fail to win any girl?

Dizzy with delight, Luo Shiya nodded.

Su Qingshan smiled too. Gentle as a snow lotus on an iceberg—dazzling, intoxicating.

They’d spill blood and brains for her.

In an empty classroom.

"It really suits you, Senior."

Su Qingshan looked at Luo Shiya, nodding in satisfaction.

Pink hair flowed loosely behind her, slightly messy.

A white neck cover hid her throat completely, amplifying her restrained allure.

Her proud bust strained against tight white fabric, looking even more magnificent.

Fair skin peeked from her side, fullness hinting through.

Rounded shoulders. Sleeves started mid-arm, white with red patterns—mysterious, ancient.

A slender waist, fair skin. Two red silk ribbons hung at her sides, tied with a black belt. It looked graspable.

The skirt was short, barely covering essentials, revealing full, lovely legs.

With bigger movements, lace showed through red-and-white gaps.

Senior truly suited the divine child’s miko outfit.

Such a magnificent figure, blending ascetic beauty—it made her utterly alluring!

Luo Shiya felt awkward. This miko dress clung by just one belt. No side fabric meant no underwear underneath!

*It could flash anyone anytime, right?*

Meeting the girl’s admiring gaze, Luo Shiya blushed. Shame or excitement—she couldn’t tell.

"Senior Luo, that pose and expression won’t work for a model."

Su Qingshan shook her head slightly.

Luo Shiya stood rigid, arms crossed over her chest, supporting her bust. It hid the outfit’s side charm completely!

"Sit on the desk. Cross your legs. Point your toes."

*That… might show my panties!*

Ashamed, Luo Shiya obeyed.

"Hands on the desk. Spread them wider. Arch your back a little—it’s fine."

The gorgeous mature woman in a sexy miko outfit sat on the desk. She tilted her head high, gazing down imperiously.

Her body angled sideways. Slender arms, detached sleeves making them look delicate and fair.

White fabric covered only the front. The stark drop from her peaks to waist made others feel inferior.

Full, straight legs. Pointed toes stretched them to look 1.8 meters long—dominant, stunning.

Click!

"Good. Your expression control is excellent, Senior."

She guided the next pose.

Luo Shiya’s face flushed crimson.

"This one’s no good!"

Su Qingshan put a finger to her lips.

"Shh, Senior Luo. Keep quiet—the next class is in session! You don’t want your dignified image ruined, do you?"

The aloof girl with silver-white hair smiled. Her words made Luo Shiya bite her lip.

*Dressed like this… if someone saw me…*

Luo Shiya’s cheeks burned peach-red. Her eyes grew moist.

More interaction meant higher chances of being spotted by schoolmates!

Or worse—an argument drawing a crowd…

Wronged but obedient, Luo Shiya complied.

Kneel on the chair. Lean on the desk, elbows propped. Slide an index finger into your mouth. Gaze hazy at the lens.

*Such a pose…*

Luo Shiya’s whole body heated up. Her skin flushed unnatural pink.

If those admiring juniors saw this terrible pose—and her body’s strange reactions…

Nerves spiked. Palms turned clammy. Sweet sweat beaded on her skin.

Su Qingshan gave Luo Shiya’s backside a light slap. A crisp sound echoed.

"Mmph~"

Luo Shiya’s misty eyes held grievance. She tensed further.

*It didn’t hurt, but that loud sound—if it drew attention…*

Su Qingshan didn’t wait for complaints.

"Don’t be stiff, Senior. Relax. No tension."

A soft figure with this seductive look is far prettier.

Tense but obedient, Luo Shiya softened her body.

Heat built. A blush spread. Her dewy eyes grew damper.

Born to be seductive.

"Perfect. This shot is flawless."

Praised by the girl she liked, Luo Shiya felt a flicker of joy.

But the thrill of near-discovery spiked her nerves. Heat surged from within. Fine sweat dotted her skin.

Her forehead glistened, dampening bangs—as if from wild exertion!

*Oh no. Losing control…*

Su Qingshan’s next pose requests grew lewd.

Humiliating stances. The thrill of helpless surrender. Luo Shiya’s tension mounted.

Especially when two girls’ laughter drifted from the window. Luo Shiya’s heart clenched tight!

Outside the curtains: bright sun, lively schoolgirls.

Inside: the magnificent shrine maiden, endlessly alluring, drenched in sweat.

Even as the pinnacle of restraint—the Succubus Queen—Luo Shiya was driven near madness.

*How is this junior so skilled?*

*She’s… so bad!*

"Don’t zone out. You thought this was over? Next pose."

"Oh…"

Click!

The shutter kept clicking.

In the classroom, the shrine maiden’s resistance faded.