SONE-948 | "I want to be needed by everyone..." A lonely female art student volunteers to be a shy nude model, Saki Shirakami

She wasn't good at talking to people. <br>Ever since she was little, she was alone, and drawing was her only world. <br>Even after entering art school, she couldn't fit in, her presence was inconspicuous, and she spent her days quietly drawing with a pencil in the corner of the classroom. <br>But one day, at a small drawing session to which everyone was invited, Sakka's world was shaken just a little. <br>When a nude model couldn't make it, she volunteered to do it. <br>Just to draw. Because she wanted to be useful to someone. <br>But the gazes were much hotter than she had expected. <br>Every time she was looked at, praised, and needed, something deep inside her trembled. <br>Walking between embarrassment and pleasure, Sakka realized. "It's okay for me to be here." <br>It was the first time she had ever felt the warmth of "acknowledgment." <br><br>---Later on, Sakka took off her clothes once more. <br>"I want you to look at me more closely." <br>The feeling of being surrounded by gazes in that classroom still tingled deep inside her body. <br>She quietly dropped her bathrobe in front of Aizawa. <br>She wasn't embarrassed to be naked. <br>But with only one pair of eyes on her, her heart started beating faster. <br>She nearly lost her breath. <br>She could feel the 'me' flickering in his eyes. <br><br>As he touched and traced her, Sakka trembled as she encountered new sensations. <br>The pleasure of being seen, the stimulation of being touched. <br>And beyond that, the feeling that filled the depths of her body──<br>Even though it was her first time, she couldn't refuse. <br>In fact, she was immersed in the heat. <br><br>"Look...more..." <br>His eyes were fixed only on Sakka, and she was overjoyed by that. <br>Before she knew it, Sakka was seeking him with her hands, giving him with her mouth, opening her legs, and welcoming him again and again. <br><br>Sex was much gentler and much more lascivious than she had imagined. <br>And little by little, both of these things melted Sakka's body and mind. <br>'Being needed' went hand in hand with pleasure. <br>'The me being seen' was no longer the 'me in a picture', but the 'me in desire'. <br><br>It was embarrassing, but also pleasurable. <br>Every time she felt something while being seen, Sakka's outline became clearer. <br>This is surely the first story in her journey to finding herself.