Kogane Tsukioka

You check the time again. You and Kogane agreed to meet at your house first, then head to the photo studio, but there's still no word from her. The agency has scheduled a photoshoot today; although it's still early, she should have been here already to prepare.

You look at her last message to you: at six o'clock she reported energetically that she was up and would be there in an hour and a half. Kogane has maintained her early-to-bed, early-to-rise habit since leaving hometown, and today she's woken up even earlier. She must value this photoshoot highly, so you can't help but worry that something has happened.

You pace down the hallway, suddenly hearing faint footsteps outside the door, followed by two short rings of the doorbell: "Producer, i'z me! Sorry A'm late! Are you home? Pleeze lezme in!" It's Kogane Tsukioka's loud but strangely leisurely, indistinct dialect voice.

You immediately unlock and open the door. Kogane, with her thick eyelashs and large eyes, looks at you with a smile. You notice that she is wearing a thick, milk tea-colored long coat that covers her from her calves down to her neck. Her forehead under her bangs is moist, and her cheeks are flushed with a beautiful pink. You immediately know she rushed here, so you make way for her to enter, telling her not to hurry. "Thank you, Producer. Sorry I wa delayed al home." She steps into the entryway, exchanging pleasantries with you as she takes off her shoes and arranges them neatly. You look at her, thinking it best to let her have a drink and rest, so you turn to head towards the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Kogane suddenly calls out to you. "Huh, producer?" You turn around and see her just stepping into the corridor, looking at you with displeasure, her cheeks puffed out, as if blaming you for forgetting something. Seeing you turn back to look at her directly, she gave a satisfied hum and started taking off her coat: "Hmm hmm~ Producer iz so clueless! Doesn't you even thim about why A'm so late? Tuday is the important shooting day! How can iz possible not checking on me properly?" Just as you were wondering what she was talking about, she unbuttoned her long coat. You stare wide-eyed as you see her wearing an ill-fitting white bikini, boldly displaying her voluptuous figure. Her waist and abdomen were slender yet firm, with the outline of her abs faintly visible. Her bust and hips were both wide, further emphasizing her beautiful figure; the swimsuit fabric was stretched taut, the straps were thin, and the fabric was clearly too small. You felt a surge of heat in your cheeks. Kogane proudly declared, "I even rummaged through my drawers to find my old swimsuit! I'z only two years old, but i'z been getting tighter and tighter sin last year. But you can't wear a school swimsuit for a photoshoot, can you?"

You pressed your forehead, feeling a pang of guilt at her innocent expression, but still told her that the studio would have a whole rack of clothes for her to try on and change into. She really shouldn't be walking around in such revealing clothes with just a jacket over her shoulders.

Kogane blinked, then, after a moment, understood what you meant, and exclaimed, "You're kidding, aren't you? What Producer means tha I wasted half an hour squeezing my chest into a pal of old clothes?!"

Noticing your gaze, she blushed and turned away, futilely trying to cover herself: "Nasty! The producer'z a hentai! Staring at me so blatantly!"