SONE-948 "Wanting to be needed by everyone..." A lonely female art student volunteers for a humiliating nude model job, Shirakami Saka

I had always been bad at talking to people. Since I was little, I had always been alone, and drawing was my whole world. Even after entering art school, I couldn't fit in with the group, my presence was faint, and I spent my days quietly sketching in the corner of the classroom. But one day, at a small sketching session that everyone invited me to, ‘Sakuka’s world shook just a little. When the nude model couldn't come, she volunteered, 'I'll do it.' Just to draw. Wanting to be of use to someone. But the gazes were much hotter than she had imagined. Every time she was looked at, praised, and needed, something deep inside her trembled. Swaying between shame and pleasure, Sakae realized, 'I can be here.' It was the first time she felt the temperature of 'approval'... Days later, Sakae took off her own clothes again. "I want you to look at me properly." The sensation of being enveloped in gazes in that classroom still lingers deep within my body. Quietly, I let the bathrobe fall in front of Sōzaki. Being naked isn't embarrassing. But when just one pair of eyes watches me, my heartbeat quickens. My breath starts to catch. I felt myself swaying in his eyes. Touched and traced, Sakura trembled as she encountered new sensations. The pleasure of being seen, the stimulation of being touched. And beyond that, the feeling filling her depths──even though it was her first time, she couldn't refuse. Instead, she basked in the heat. 'More... look...' His eyes were fixed only on Saka, and it made her incredibly happy. Before she knew it, Saka was reaching out to him with her own hands, giving pleasure with her mouth, spreading her legs, and welcoming him inside over and over. Sex was much gentler than she had imagined, and much more lewd. And both of those gradually melted Saika's heart and body. 'Being needed' was back-to-back with pleasure. 'The me being watched' was no longer the 'me in the painting,' but the 'me in desire.' Embarrassing, yet joyful. Each time she felt it while being watched, Saika's outline became more vivid. This is surely, her story of finding herself──the first one.