The
second day of the summer vacation.
After
finishing my morning radio gymnastic and taking a shower, I activate
<Revisit> to go to the station and meet Kurosawa-san at the up platform
of the bullet train.
「Good
morning, Fumi-kun!」
She
came running up to me with a luggage in her hand, wearing large sunglasses, an
off-the-shoulder top, and high-waisted tight pants.
As
expected of a model, she looked so stylish in her casual clothes that I felt
self-conscious.
「Good
morning, Kurosawa-san... You're really cute」
「Ehehe...
It's a trip to Tokyo with Fumi-kun. That's why I'm so excited」
「What
trip? Isn't it Kurosawa-san's photo shoot?」
That's
right. The purpose of this trip to Tokyo was to shoot for Kurosawa-san's teen
magazine. I was accompanying her.
「That's
fine. I can have Fumi-kun all to myself today and tomorrow. Let's call it a
trip, right? Look, the bullet train will be leaving soon」
With
that, she wrapped her arm around my hand and started walking towards the bullet
train.
We are
seated in the last row of a regular train carriage, and Kurosawa-san pushes me
into the window of a two-seater seat and leans on me as hard as she can.
「You're
a rat in a bag, aren't you? Fumi-kun」(*Note: A rat in a bag => a
situation where you cannot escape)
「It's
close, too close, your face is too close!」
「The
thought of flirting with you for the next two hours without a care in the world
is making me very excited」
「Without
a care...」
The
bullet train is almost full.
In fact,
I can see young businessmen sitting in the three-person seats across the aisle,
listening to us with interest, though he is careful not to look at us」
「I
mean... Don't you have to wear a disguise or something?」
I
asked her, and she giggled.
「If I wear
sunglasses, people won't recognize me. Besides, I don't think I'm that famous because
only high school girls who read the magazine. You know it, right?」
「But...」
「That's
fine, Fumi-kun. Don't be stingy! Let me spoil you!」
Without
the acquaintance's eyes, the tsun part of her tsundere has disappeared and
Kurosawa-san is now dere dere. It's a great dere dere.
I can
feel her breasts on my arms, and she is clinging to me tightly, kissing my
cheeks, and rubbing her nipples all over my clothes.
「Chu,
chu, nnn... Kiss me, Fumikyun. It's so lonely...」
（Oh
no... My rational mind can't take this)
At the
time of the initial brainwashing, Lili had said that Kurosawa-san was the type
of person who would be extremely sweet when we were alone, and it was actually
right in bed, but I never expected her to go this far in her normal life.
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After
all...
「Ah,
ah, ah! It's good! Fumi-kyun is so good!」
An
hour after our departure, in the bathroom of the cramped bullet train, we found
ourselves making love while standing.
I
don't care how people around us looked at us as we both stood in the toilet and
came back, breathing hard.
We
could only hope that they would think that Kurosawa-san's constipation had been
relieved when she came back in an absurdly good mood.
Regardless,
I softly asked Kurosawa-san.
「...Are
they coming?」
「I
asked the editor in charge... Today's shooting is with Kirihito Hikami-kun and
Akira Mizuki-chan, so they're probably... coming」
Actually,
I asked Kurosawa-san to accompany her to Tokyo this time.
The
reasons are... actualy a lot.
First,
I simply want to go to Tokyo. It's the longing of a country bumpkin.
Secondly,
I want to see where the models are shooting. It's a meek interest.
Thirdly,
once I have visited Tokyo, I can take Kurosawa-san to her office in an instant
by using <Revisit> whenever she has a job in Tokyo.
And
finally...
To fulfill
my promise to Chihiro Kaneko-san, aka Ai☆Maimi, the AV actress currently
staying in “My room”.
「Let's
see. This one is Hikami-kun and this one is Akira-chan」
Kurosawa-san
takes out a magazine from her bag, turns the pages, and points to the two
people.
The
man is very handsome, with a half-Japanese face.
Yes,
the enemy. An enemy of humanity, I could say.
The
girl, on the other hand, has blonde hair in a mushroom style, and her lipstick
is unusually glamorous, as if she were wearing oruchan makeup. (*Note: Oruchan
makeup style, coming from an approximated pronunciation of a Korean phrase for “beautiful
girl” and was characterized by thick eyebrows with very little arch)
「I
think Kurosawa-san is cuter. By far」
「Geez,
Fumi-kun...」
I know
you're happy, so stop pinching my nipples, Kurosawa-san.
「Are
these two reader models too?」
「No,
they're not. They're professional models」
According
to Kurosawa-san's explanation,
Reader
models are generally just fashionable ordinary people who do not belong to an
agency and appear in the magazine.
But this
is not the case with these two, they are models as their profession.
However,
it is not true that all reader models are ordinary people, and there are some
cases where so-called talent eggs start out as reader models.
Kurosawa-san
is a case in point.
She
belongs to a small entertainment agency, and basically her work as a reader
model is not done through the agency.
In
addition, she is paid only a small honorarium, including transportation
expenses, and apparently, she had to pay more out of pocket.
So,
why do she continue to work like this? In a word, it's for her future.
In “CUTIE☆CUTIE”
a women's fashion magazine targeting mainly high school students, Misuzu was the
main reader model.
Therefore,
after graduation, she will use the popularity she gained as reader model as a
foothold to enter into a professional career.
「That's
great. Kurosawa-san. You're working hard now, thinking about the future...
You're like an adult」
To
tell the truth, I didn't think modeling was a glamorous thing.
When I
couldn't help but be impressed, Kurosawa-san smiled and spoke.
「But, Fumi-kun‘s
thing is more adult」
「Don’t ruin
it!!」
When I
shouted out, the office workers across the aisle looked at me to see what was
going on.
I
shrugged my shoulders and asked Kurosawa-san again.
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「So,
you're saying that they work at the same office, right?」
「Yes.
Especially Akira-chan, the office seems to be pushing her hard. So... You
understand, right?」
「Yes」
When I
show some sign of thinking, Kurosawa-san leans toward me.
「Then,
this conversation is over. Let's be lovey-dovey a little more. I'm so happy to
be traveling with Fumi-kun, it's a waste if I don't enjoy it to the fullest」
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After
arriving in Tokyo, we took a local train to the building where the studio we
wanted to visit was located, and went around to the alley behind it.
Then,
in a secluded place, I summoned the door and stepped into “the room”.
「I'm
going to change my clothes」
「Would
you like me to help you adjust?」
「If
Kurosawa-san adjusts my clothes, I'll look stylish. Since it's a disguise, it's
better to be shabby」
「Well,
Fumi-kun is my new manager, right?」
「Yes,
Kurosawa-san will treat me like a servant. You should act as if you don't see
me as the opposite sex, and you really like bullying me in a dominant way」
「That's
a difficult」
「You
want to be an actress, right? Don't worry」
「O-okay...
I'll do my best, but... I don't see you as a man… is…」
Kurosawa-san
looks troubled, but all she has to do is return to her old attitude toward me.
It should be fine.
Eventually.
After changing clothes, Kurosawa-san who saw me coming out of the dressing
room――
「Ahahahahahahaha!」
She
laughed heartily.
After
all, I was wearing an oversized navy blue suit and a loose shirt. The bright
red tie and round glasses. I'm hunched over more than usual.
「Oh,
right! There's a guy like that! He seems to buy lunch at a convenience store
every day, stares at ads for marriage agencies, and likes trains. Also, all his
friends seem to wear glasses, and he seems to have a kotatsu and a fan in his
room regardless of the season!」
（Hey,
Kurosawa-san, you should apologize to all of them!)
Kurosawa-san
opens her mouth, breathing hard and wiping the tears from her eyes with her
fingers.
「Oh
no... This is a real gem. You really make me want to tease you」
「Hey...
Please cut it out」
After
that, we left “the room” and went to the studio again. We took the elevator to
the fourth floor.
After
informing them of our arrival on the extension line at the entrance, we stepped
straight into the studio.
「Good
morning!」
As
soon as we entered the studio, Kurosawa-san shouted loudly and bowed down. I
also hurriedly bowed my head.
Looking
around, I saw that there were many more people than I had imagined beforehand.
There
was an elderly female photographer and two men who seemed to be her assistants.
A
woman who looked like a stylist.
A
well-dressed man in his fifties wearing a double suit.
A
beautiful girl who looked like a model, and a tall, handsome man who also
looked like a model.
These
two are Akira Mizuki and Kirihito Hikami, whom I saw in a magazine a while ago.
However,
Mizuki-san's image is quite different from the picture in the magazine. Her
hair is longer and she looks more strong-minded than Kurosawa-san.
And
she was at least prettier than the picture I saw earlier.
（Although
Kurosawa-san is much prettier!)
「Kinuta-san」(*Note:
砧（きぬた))
When
Kurosawa-san called out to her, the woman in front of her came up to her and
smiled.
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「Yahhoo!
It's been a long time, Misuzu-chan. We were worried about you」
She
has shoulder-length hair.
She
was a young woman with freckles on the tip of her nose.
She
wore a girly dress, and had a round face and a warm atmosphere.
「I'm
sorry to trouble you」
「Sorry?
Oh, no, no, no. It's all right! I'm sorry to say this, but the editor-in-chief
is very happy to have you back. After all, you are our featured model. We're
going to have you on the cover this time!」
「The
cover!? T-thank you very much. Hey, Fumijima! Hurry up and bow too! You're such
a jerk!」
「P-please
take care of me!」
Kurosawa-san
grabbed my head and forced me to lower it.
「Hmm?
Who's he?」
「Oh,
I'm sorry. I have a manager now, so I'd like to introduce him to you. Come on,
Fumijima, say hello properly, you jerk」
Kurosawa-san
kicked my legs with her toes. It really hurts.
（Wait...?
This is an act, right? right?)
「I-I'm
Fumijima Kijio, the manager of Misuzu at Modero Project」
「Yes,
nice to meet you! I'm Yasuko Kinuta from the Morita Publishing editorial
department. Please feel free to call me Ponpoko」
「Pon-Ponpoko...
-san?」
When I
made a puzzled face, she smiled at me.
「You
see, if you read my family name backwards, it is Tanuki」
（... I
mean, her appearance is quite tanuki-like, too)
「Well...
By the way, who's over there?」
I
looked at a man in a double suit. He looks like a tough guy.
「Oh,
that's Kurashima-san, the president of First Beauty Agency.
「First
Beauty..!? One of the major companies in the industry!?」
I
pretended to be exaggeratedly surprised.
「Yes, I
heard that Akira-chan is being produced by the president himself...」
「I-I'd
love to meet him」
When I
went to greet him with a bow, President Kurashima only nodded his head and said,
“Oh”.
He
took my business card without interest, threw it into his pocket, and did not
give me his card.
After
a few moments, the photo shoot began, and I watched them absentmindedly, but
they appeared to be struggling.
About
the photo shoot...? No, not the photo shot.
Rather,
it's about dealing with a strong old man.
Today's
shooting was for the cover and a special page of three men and three women in a
snapshot style, but even though she's a reader model, Misuzu's popularity in “CUTIE☆CUTIE”
is by far the highest.
The
photo session proceeded with Kurosawa-san as the main subject.
During
the process, President Kurashima interrupted it again and again.
He
insisted that the photo shoot should be centered on Akira-san, and that she
should appear on the cover as well.
Unexpectedly,
Ponpoko-san resisted the request.
It was
natural that the modeling agency should not interfere in the affairs of the
magazine, no matter if he was the president or not.
And
so, President Kurashima and Ponpoko-san clashed with each other many times, and
the session was delayed for a long time.
「If you
insist on such a thing, I'll ask another agency」
I
think it was just words for words, but Ponpoko-san, who was really upset,
raised her voice, and in the end, Hikami-san told the president, “We're in
trouble if we lose the job at Morita Publishing”.
