Chapter 253

"The difference between a flat surface and a three-dimensional real-life reference object is far more than what you think."

The art instructor explained.

"Kitakami-kun is so handsome, looking at him up close, there are no flaws at all."

"Eh, you used to hate him the most, and even mocked him."

Whispers from companions reached her ears; Eriri stared at Kitakami Yoru in front of her, her complexion becoming increasingly ugly.

"Eriri-chan, long time no see..."

Kitakami Yoru thought this sentence in his mind, using his eyes to convey information to Eriri.

"I’ll kill you, bastard!"

"Go to hell!"

Eriri ground her teeth, her eyes almost spraying flames of burning anger.

Others didn't know this at all, admiring Kitakami Yoru’s peerless beauty, and started painting.

Eriri was the last one to move her pen, her mood complex, completely out of state, dotting paint on the drawing paper.

What she was best at was manga.

Her realistic painting and figure painting levels were also considered online.

Not only did she gnash her teeth at the model, but she also hated the image displayed in the painting to the bone!

"Eriri is really cute."

Kitakami Yoru, who was bored being a model, saw Eriri start painting and ignoring him, so he looked at the cute Eriri, bored.

There was no help for it; this was a job that tested one’s mentality and endurance, and there was no reward.

From that pair of dazzling golden twin tails, all the way down.

Fair, elegant swan neck, barren little pigeon breasts, flat and fair little belly...

Straight, soft legs, wrapped in black silk stockings over the knees.

Silk stockings actually come in many types and materials, as well as color degrees.

The pair on Eriri’s legs should be the thinnest 20D silk stockings, a thin layer, through which one could see the fair, tender beautiful legs inside.

"Is he looking at my feet?"

Her hand trembled, her paintbrush stopped, and the human body outline she had drawn on the drawing paper was directly crossed by a line of paint, completely destroying the painting.

But she didn't care about this in her heart at all; instead, she twisted her butt uneasily, shocked in her heart.

Eriri, who had been paying attention to Kitakami Yoru for a few minutes, discovered that the other party was looking at her.

That fiery gaze, without any avoidance...

"Raise your head a little."

Determining this fact, Eriri used the excuse of talking to Kitakami Yoru, but in reality, she cast a gaze deeply filled with warning meaning.

Kitakami Yoru successfully received the information, met Eriri’s gaze, cooperated by raising his head, and didn't think much of it.

"If you still want to bully me, I definitely won't let you off!"

Eriri’s lips moved slightly, continuing to warn Kitakami Yoru.

She had always been afraid that Kitakami Yoru would see her cute self one day and couldn't help but harbor evil thoughts.

After all, Kitakami Yoru had bullied her crazily for a whole night, and tossing and turning wasn't enough!

"What is Eriri doing?"

Kitakami Yoru did not fully receive the information from Eriri.

While relaxing and resting for a moment, he continued to admire the cute Eriri.

This caused Eriri to be greatly alarmed and constantly uneasy in her heart.

Time passed in a flash.

It reached five o'clock sharp.

Members of the Art Club began to leave one after another.

"I'm tired, let's continue tomorrow."

Kitakami Yoru, having maintained one posture, was also very tired and couldn't help but speak up.

He didn't owe anyone in the Art Club any favors either.

After saying this, he exchanged glances with the few Art Club members led by Eriri and let out a sigh of relief.

He stood up, stretched his muscles, rotated his waist, and loosened his shoulders.

"Let's stop here for today."

The Art Club had a clear division of labor; for the end-of-month art exhibition, members skilled in different painting styles formed their own groups.

Eriri was a dōjin artist whose works inevitably featured characters, so she formed a realistic portrait group.

Despite being the most petite and looking the easiest to bully, she was the group leader.

Whenever she spoke, it represented the opinions of the group members.

"Then I'll be going now."

Kitakami Yoru picked up the school bag he had placed on the floor nearby.

The moment he left the Art Club classroom, he slowed his pace and glanced inside.

His gaze swept quickly over Eriri.

"What was Eriri trying to convey to me just now?"

Kitakami Yoru muttered to himself and walked downstairs.

He waited for two or three minutes.

Eriri, carrying her school bag, ran out with hurried steps and caught up to Kitakami Yoru.

"You perverted bastard, I'll kill you!"

"Were you staring at my feet just now?"

Knowing full well that the person before her was a hopelessly hardcore foot fetishist, Eriri’s first words upon meeting were a soul-searching interrogation.

As for how she knew Kitakami Yoru was a foot fetishist, it was, of course, because he had personally and generously admitted it.

"I was just looking at your legs, not your feet."

Kitakami Yoru had been waiting for Eriri; after explaining, he countered:

"I haven't even asked you yet, what were you trying to convey to me?"

"Hmph, hmph..."

Eriri snorted lightly through her nose and said:

"I wanted to tell you that a toad shouldn't dream of eating swan meat; if you try to bully me again, I will absolutely not let you off!"

"I'm a toad? But I've already eaten it all over, haven't I?"

Facing the somewhat exasperated Eriri, Kitakami Yoru laughed mockingly.

He had thought Eriri had something she wanted to tell him.

It was this matter again.

How many times had he emphasized it?

"You... you dare? Idiot!"

Eriri’s words stopped at her lips, and she instinctively took a step back.

It seemed that the fear of Kitakami Yoru had seeped into her bones and nerves, forming muscle memory!

"Your mouth is quite foul, but it tastes rather sweet when kissed."

Kitakami Yoru chuckled and began to examine Eriri from head to toe once again.

Hmm...

The shoes she was wearing today were very cute.

They were black, low-heeled leather shoes with a small, heart-shaped gold buckle on the shiny surface.

"I'll kill you!"

Eriri clenched her small fists in a fit of angry rage, wishing she could strike Kitakami Yoru hard.

"If you only came specifically to warn me about this, I suggest you appear before me less often."

"Out of sight, out of mind; if I can't see you, I won't have other thoughts."

Kitakami Yoru didn't take Eriri’s anger to heart at all.

"Then why did you agree to be a model for the Art Club?"

"I don't believe your nonsense from last time!"