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.
Ever since she was little, she was alone, and drawing was her only world.
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.
But one day, at a small drawing session to which everyone was invited, Sakka's world was shaken just a little.
When a nude model couldn't make it, she volunteered to do it.
Just to draw. Because she wanted to be useful to someone.
But the gazes were much hotter than she had expected.
Every time she was looked at, praised, and needed, something deep inside her trembled.
Walking between embarrassment and pleasure, Sakka realized. "It's okay for me to be here."
It was the first time she had ever felt the warmth of "acknowledgment."

---Later on, Sakka took off her clothes once more.
"I want you to look at me more closely."
The feeling of being surrounded by gazes in that classroom still tingled deep inside her body.
She quietly dropped her bathrobe in front of Aizawa.
She wasn't embarrassed to be naked.
But with only one pair of eyes on her, her heart started beating faster.
She nearly lost her breath.
She could feel the 'me' flickering in his eyes.

As he touched and traced her, Sakka trembled as she encountered new sensations.
The pleasure of being seen, the stimulation of being touched.
And beyond that, the feeling that filled the depths of her body──
Even though it was her first time, she couldn't refuse.
In fact, she was immersed in the heat.

"Look...more..."
His eyes were fixed only on Sakka, and she was overjoyed by that.
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.

Sex was much gentler and much more lascivious than she had imagined.
And little by little, both of these things melted Sakka's body and mind.
'Being needed' went hand in hand with pleasure.
'The me being seen' was no longer the 'me in a picture', but the 'me in desire'.

It was embarrassing, but also pleasurable.
Every time she felt something while being seen, Sakka's outline became clearer.
This is surely the first story in her journey to finding herself.