I was cuckolded by my childhood friend, but I want to create a harem in a world where chastity is reversed and be happy.

Chapter 109: Why don’t you take some pictures, Kyoucchi?

Fujioka is doing Kogarasu’s makeup.

I don’t really understand, but in this situation, I’m in a producer-like position, so the two of them call me “Tatara P.” (P for producer.)

“Hey, Producer, I think this place would look better with more light. What do you think, Producer?”

Fujioka asks, so I peek at Kogarasu’s face. Even though it’s still a work in progress, there’s a beautiful swordswoman there.

“Ohhh, isn’t that good. Amazing, Mio, you’ve taken this beautiful Kogarasu and upped her cuteness by two ranks or so. You’re a genius, aren’t you? It’s not just for show that you’re aiming to be a makeup artist.”

The originally SR-level Kogarasu has become SSSR-level. With this, we can win!

Kogarasu, who was called beautiful, is blushing, but that’s also another cute side of her.

“The makeup is done with this, but today, we’ll make do with the kendo gear and shinai as props… where should we shoot?”

I mutter, and “The room next door is a studio, so feel free to use it,” says Fujioka casually.

Seriously… I feel bad for relying on Fujioka so much, but I’m really grateful.

“Alright, makeup’s done! Ah, I haven’t used my camera in a while now, this should be the right time to get it back on track… ”

Fujioka usually takes photos with her phone, so she doesn’t use her camera much.

She pulls out a box from under her bed and tries to take out a camera. I’m curious to see what kind of high-performance camera she’ll pull out, so I peek over her shoulder.

“Oh, wrong box. This one.”

Fujioka opens the first box, which is filled with electric massage machines, small egg-shaped massage machines, vibrators shaped like men, dildos, and more, and she quickly closes the lid, her ears turning bright red that even I could see from behind.

I’m not sure if I should make a remark or ignore it, but I decided to go with the former.

“You’re such a klutz, Mio.”

Ahahaha… The two of us laugh, but there’s a sword maiden who can’t read the air.

“What are all those things in that box? I saw quite a lot of tools that even I am unfamiliar with, what do you use those for? I could only guess that the electric massager was for shoulder stiffness…”

Stop it! Fujioka’s lifeline is already at zero!

Pasha! Pasha! Pashashasha!

Despite the harsh friendly fire, Fujioka recovered and started taking photos with gusto.

Fujioka’s gyaru makeup is smudged with tears, but I decide to ignore it as a kindness.

Fujioka’s studio in her Mansion is quite impressive, I think. To be honest, I don’t know much about it, so I can’t explain why it’s so great.

“Hmm… Producer, I feel like Kogarasu-chan’s expression is a bit stiff.

She’s indeed much cooler looking, but it somehow lacks impact, like it just doesn’t feel right..”

Fujioka mutters.

“Why don’t you try taking some photos, Kyocchi? You learned how to use a single-lens reflex camera last Friday by Mitsu-pai-sen, so you can handle it, right?”

She says, handing me her camera.

“I’ve only ever tried taking pictures with auto-focus though. Well then, Kogarasu, can you face me and smile?”

It’s a tough request, but I point the camera at her. Her face is stiff with tension.

“I can’t just smile when you suddenly ask me to, Producer.”

I look up from the viewfinder and smile at Kogarasu.

“It’s okay! You’re the most beautiful and coolest girl in the world right now. So, have confidence in yourself. Just trust me.”

“Pfft… Ahahaha… You’re really bad at flattery, Tatara. I’m the most beautiful in the world? That’s a bit too much, Tadarako. You’re trying to flatter me, but you’re really bad at it.”

I’m about to fall for her smile, but I quickly snap a photo. I want to pat myself on the back for being able to take this photo..

In the camera I’m holding is a photo of the most beautiful and coolest girl in the world… a UR photo.

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When a girl you like, who has come to a virgin’s house (yours), steps on a silicone toy onahole that’s lying on the bed and asks, “What’s this?” the damage is about the same as getting your testicles stomped on.