Episode 97 Observing Mikoto-chan’s Work
“Hehehe, Paisen, you look so cool!”
“Thanks. You look cute too, Mikoto-chan. But calling me ‘Paisen’ at work might be a bit risky, don’t you think?”
“Paisen is Paisen to me… or would you prefer ‘Darling’ instead?”
“That’s a bit… embarrassing, maybe? How about… Kiriake-san?”
“Ehh… that feels weirdly embarrassing in its own way… fine, whatever.”
Inside the taxi heading to the studio, we held today’s meeting. This was my first time accompanying Mikoto-chan to her job, but there was a reason for it.
She had consulted me recently because the shadow of a possible stalker had been appearing and disappearing.
So, today I was in a suit, acting as her bodyguard.
“Uuu… it’s a little embarrassing having Paisen see me in work mode.”
“Well, sorry, but I don’t really look at women’s fashion magazines much. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“It’s not going to be anything lewd like you’re imagining, okay?”
She teased me while poking my side.
“Mikoto-chan… the driver is right there…”
When I replied, she grabbed my arm, pulled me close, and whispered into my ear.
“The driver and the manager are both under Noa-san’s thumb, so it’s fine. Even if we flirt a little right here…”
She kissed me just like that.
“Nn… fha… hea…”
A kiss where our tongues met just for a moment.
“Phew… now I’m energized. I’m gonna do my best at work!”
“Glad to hear it.”
Upon arriving at the studio, a woman met us.
“We have been waiting for you, Shido-san, Kiriake-sama.”
“Huh? The secretary?”
It was the secretary who was always present whenever I met Noa-san.
“Kiriake-sama, it is our first time meeting. The one by the Young Mistress’s side is my older sister.”
“Now that you mention it, her hair does seem a bit longer.”
The woman in front of me had a shortcut, but I recalled the secretary having an even shorter pixie cut.
“They seriously look identical, right? If you don’t see them together, you’d never know they’re different people.”
Indeed, their faces were exactly the same. They must be twins.
“Um… what should I call you?”
“Did my sister not even introduce herself?”
“Well… she, uh, didn’t really have the timing.”
The manager, a slender beauty in a suit with short hair, extended her hand.
“I am Kisaragi Mika. My sister is Kisaragi Chika. I look forward to working with you.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kiriake Riku.”
“Paisen, let’s head to the dressing room.”
“Yeah.”
As soon as the three of us entered the dressing room, I stood in the center and focused my hearing.
“What’s wrong?”
I put my index finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet.
I picked up sounds in frequency ranges that normal people can’t hear.
Hmm? Was this it?
“Haa, I wonder what kind of shoot we’re doing today?”
Saying that, I approached a pile of stuffed animals that had likely been sent as gifts.
“Hae? Um, today is winter coordinates for the upcoming season. How…”
Seeing my movements, the manager spoke over Mikoto-chan’s words.
“Shido-san, we must start preparing for the shoot soon.”
As expected, she was highly capable.
The manager then whispered into Mikoto-chan’s ear.
As for me, I gently picked up one stuffed animal and used a knife to slit its belly open.
Inside was a device. Most likely a bug.
I showed the interior to the two of them. Mikoto-chan’s eyes widened in shock.
“Manager. By the way, where were these sweets from?”
“My apologies, Kiriake-sama. I do not know either, so I shall look into it later.”
“Yes, I was quite curious.”
I placed it gently on the shelf and continued the conversation.
“Shido-san. Is it alright if I accompany you to the makeup room too?”
“Ah, um… y-yes, Kiri-Kiri-Kiriake-san.”
She stuttered so much her name sounded like it was full of holes.
To be honest, I didn’t think there were many people strong enough to harm Mikoto-chan now that her level had increased, but Mikoto-chan was still Mikoto-chan.
Deep down, she was a normal girl who would be scared if attacked.
Moving to the makeup room, Mikoto-chan began her transformation. I leaned against the wall and watched the process.
“Kiriake-sama, I have found the origin of the item from earlier, but as expected, it was falsified.”
The manager stood beside me and spoke as if talking to herself while looking straight ahead.
“Impressive… you work fast. This room seems safe. Does she have chances to meet people other than the photography staff?”
I spoke without turning my gaze toward her.
“She has become quite popular lately… so fans often wait for her outside.”
“Heh~, so maybe there?”
“Who knows? Generally, it’s almost all girls, so…”
“Well, there are girls who like girls, so it’s possible, right?”
“Indeed.”
While we talked, Mikoto-chan’s makeup was finished. Her trademark side-tail was gathered more glossily than usual, and her features were emphasized to look more mature.
“Now, Shido-san. Shall we head to the wardrobe room? The staff is waiting.”
I did a quick scan of the staff before entering the studio first.
“And you are?”
A man among the staff, holding a DSLR, called out to me.
“Ah, I’m Shido Mikoto’s bodyguard.”
“Bodyguard? Is it okay for you to be that far away?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. She’s stronger than she looks. I just came ahead to check for any major threats. I won’t get in your way.”
Saying that, I stood by the wall. No one else spoke to me after that.
Now… what should I do?
Mikoto-chan and the manager entered.
“You look very cute, Mikoto-chan.”
I approached slightly to compliment her.
“Hehehe, Pa… er, Kiriake-san, thanks!”
Mikoto-chan smiled brightly. Wearing a shirt with an open neckline that emphasized her large chest, a long skirt, boots, and a poncho coat, she looked like a young girl playing a mature lady—it was incredibly cute.
“The shoot is starting…”
The cameraman, who had suspicious eyes, cut in.
I moved back to the wall without resisting.
“Was everything alright here?”
The manager stood next to me.
“No, that cameraman is the culprit.”
“What!?”
The manager turned toward me, visibly startled.
“Look forward.”
“M-My apologies. Do you have any evidence?”
“None. But I’m certain.”
“I see… I will make sure that cameraman is removed from future jobs.”
“You believe me?”
“Yes, you are the Young Mistress’s person, after all…”
I looked at the man peering through the viewfinder.
Gondawara Masuzo, 42 years old. Hobbies: Voyeurism, stalking. Secretly hoards voyeur videos in his basement, hidden from his wife. Recently, he has been targeting the rising star model Mikoto Shido, but is frustrated because the manager keeps finding all his hidden cameras.
Well, he’s guilty as hell.
Mikoto-chan struck a pose that emphasized her cleavage. Thinking about this old man looking at her chest through the lens made me irritated.
Well… for now, I’ll send him to hell… modestly.
“How was I today? Um… Kiriake-san.”
“You were incredibly cute… Shido-san.”
“Fufufu… this feels so weird…”
Even after returning to the dressing room, Mikoto-chan was in a great mood, smiling away.
“Manager, can I have a moment alone with her?”
The manager glanced at the bugging device and replied.
“Yes, we have another appointment soon, so about twenty minutes…”
Waiting until she left the room, I whispered into Mikoto-chan’s ear.
“S-Seriously…?”
“It’s fine… I already know who it is, so I just want to make them regret it…”
“Uuu… I get it… Paisen, you’re a real demon…”
I locked the door.
“Shido-san… I can’t hold back anymore… You were just too cute today…”
“Uuu… K-Kiriake-san… you can’t… not here… nn… haauun…”
I pulled her close, silenced her lips with mine, and grabbed her breast.
“Then… use your mouth. And these breasts, too.”
“Annh… I understand…”
I dragged a pipe chair in front of the bugging device with a clatter and sat down.
The fully-made-up amateur model high schooler knelt between my thighs.
“Kiriake-san… were you already hard while watching the shoot?”
“Can you tell? Well, looking at the incredibly cute Mikoto-chan, it’s like I can see right through your clothes…”
“How lewd, so lewd…”
Mikoto-chan’s hand reached out to rub my penis through my pants, saying her usual line with a playful look.
“Whoa, it’s true. It’s rock hard…”
“Yeah… please, hurry…”
The button was undone, and the zipper went down.
“Nn… it’s energetic today too… You haven’t been cheating, have you?”
“Urk…”
“Jeez, Kiriake-san! Even if it’s a lie, you’re supposed to say you haven’t… hamu… nn… afu…”
She suddenly took the glans into her mouth. I slid my hand into her wide-open neckline.
“Nn… annh… Pa… Kiriake-san, you’ll stretch the outfit… hold on.”
Mikoto-chan went out of her way to lift her clothes and remove her bra.
“Nn… ahea… ae… nnn… ea…”
She let her saliva pool and drop onto the glans.
“My dick is getting all slimy…”
“I’m making it slimy on purpose.”
Once enough saliva had dropped to make it dripping wet, she sandwiched it between her breasts.
“Nn… just a bit more… ea… nn, hahea… hafu.”
While adding more saliva, she pleasured me with a breast-job fellatio combo.
“Shido-san… you’ve gotten really good at this.”
“Well… I’m surrounded by people who are good at it, after all… nn… hea… nn, nn, I can’t afford to lose… nn, tell me when you’re going to cum.”
“Yeah… will you drink it?”
“If I don’t, it’ll ruin the outfit…”
My penis was subjected to the pressure of her breasts and the attack of her mouth.
“Ah, I’m about to go.”
“Nn, nn, it’s okay… let it out… nn… afu, nn, nnn!”
Splurt, splurt! Splat! Splat! Throb… throb.
“Nmunnnnn!”
Gulp… gulp…
“Nku… nnn… nku, puha… how was that? Good, right?”
“Yeah, it felt amazing.”
Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. Knock, knock.
“Coming! Just a moment!”
While I put my pants back on, Mikoto-chan fixed her clothes.
When I unlocked the door, the manager walked in.
“If you are ready, shall we head to the next location?”
“Right.”
As we walked down the hallway, the cameraman was glaring at us from a distance at the end of the corridor.
Mikoto-chan, having no idea he was the stalker, waved at him.
“Thanks for today~! See ya later~!”
“Shall we go?”
I put my arm around Mikoto-chan’s shoulder to turn her away, then I looked back at the old man alone… gave a smirk, and stuck my tongue out at him.
Even from a distance, I could tell he was absolutely livid.
“I feel bad for him… but I’m already pissed off too.”
“Hmm? Did you say something, Paisen?”
“No? Nothing.”
And with that, we left the studio.
