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Chapter Nineteen: Art Project:

Miki led me down to the den of the house. I looked around the brightly lit room, confused.

“What kind of project is this?” I asked. Miki chuckled to herself.

“A new idea I came up with,” she answered. I tilted my head at her.

“What kind of new idea?” I asked.

“Do you have to ask questions?” she asked back.

“Well, Akemi already warned me about you…” I answered. Miki snorted at me.

“Do you always listen to what your sister says?” she asked.

“Not really,” I replied. “I mean, she was barely around for most of my life anyway…”

“There you go,” Miki cut in. She pushed open the sliding glass door as I tilted my head so puzzled. She turned around to me with her arms outstretched.

“Welcome to my studio,” she said. “I am artist, you are canvas. Take your clothes off.” My eyes grew big at her words.

“What?!” I shouted. Miki leaned in so close to my face.

“Take your clothes off,” she repeated.

“Why?!” I asked.

“Just do it!” she pushed. Miki pulled back with a little smile on her face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t do anything bad to you.” I still didn’t look certain about this.

“All of them?” I asked.

“Yes!” Miki insisted. “Now, hurry up!” I looked down at my clothes. I don’t think she’s going to let this go, I thought. I reached for my shirt and started to roll it up.

“Not out here,” Miki hissed. “Get into the studio!” I looked around to find that I was still in the living room.

“Oh,” I said in a low voice. Miki backed into the room to let me in. Once I had stripped down, she looked me up and down, smirking. My cheeks grew hot as I tried to look away.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“Good,” she murmured to herself. “This will work just fine.” I found my feet slowly backing away. Why does she look like she wants to pounce on me right now? It’s really scary! I shuddered, but tried to contain myself. Miki turned and walked over to what I believed was her supply closet. She pulled out a sheet of large paper on a roll over to where I stood.

“Lie down on the floor,” she said. I looked down at the paper at my feet. I lay down on the paper on my back. I wanted to ask her where this was going, but kept my mouth shut for I had the feeling that I wouldn’t get a straight answer anyway. Miki frowned as she studied me in a straight lying down position.

“Hm…” she said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Shhh!” Miki hissed. Her eyes trailed down my whole body. She knelt down and missed my right arm up by my head. Next, my left arm went out. I tried to glance over, but she turned my head straight forward again. This feels weird, I thought. She’s so close to my body too. Wait, are those her boobs? She smells nice…

“Oh, what’s this?” Miki asked aloud at my stomach. “Am I arousing you?” I looked down at her.

“Huh?” I asked. My penis stood up, looking proud underneath Miki. My face turned bright red. She reached up and pushed my head back into place. She moved down to my legs. First, Miki bent my right leg to knee height. Finally, she bent my left leg slightly upwards and stood up. I lay there with a red face as she examined my body up and down. Her lips curved into a smile.

“Perfect,” she said. “Stay right there.” Miki walked away from me to the supply closet. She returned with paint and a brush in her hands. She knelt down over me and set up shop. The brush and paint came by my left ear. Shivers came down all over my body. Miki gently shushed me as she drew around my head.

“Shhh, just keep still and relax,” she said in a low voice. “I’ll let you know when you can talk.” I drew my mouth closed and stared at her. Miki gave me a satisfied smile.

“Very good,” she said in a low voice. The brush came down to my shoulder and then down my arm. I tried to think about something else. It’s kind of hard when you’re naked and there’s an older woman drawing an outline of you on paper with paint. My eyes focused on the skylight above. How long is this going to take?

“You can talk now,” Miki said as the brush came down to my side. I looked down at her.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Keep still,” she commanded. “I’m drawing here.”

“Oh, sorry,” I whispered. I lay my hand back down. Her brush went around my left leg.

“I’m curious about something, though,” Miki spoke up.

“What?” I asked.

“What exactly are you doing here?” she asked. The brush went down the length of my left foot.

“Akemi brought me down from Tokyo,” I answered.

“But why?” Miki asked. She dipped her brush for more paint.

“To be truthful,” I said. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Miki asked. The brush went down my other leg. I shook my head.

“Akemi just showed up in the middle of the night, rushed me along to pack up, and drive me down here,” I said. The brush moved around my right hand.

“But why do you stay?” she asked. I frowned to myself in thought.

“I don’t really know,” I replied. The brush moved up to my hip. She painted a straight line to my right arm.

“So what do you plan to do now?” Miki asked.

“What’ s with all of these questions?” I asked.

“I just have to know,” she told me. “You don’t really fit in with us. You’re a good little nerdy post-high school boy. We are just a bunch of rag-tag scoundrels with nothing else to do with our lives than art and slumming. You, on the other hand, have the rest of your future ahead of you. Yet, here you are, slumming with the rest of us and I can’t help but wonder why.” I drew my mouth closed. Why was I here? I hoped to get so studying in, but I haven’t really done much of that. I haven’t even registered to take the entrance exam. Miki drew the triangle gap between my legs.

“Done,” she said. I lifted my head back on earth.

“You are?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said.

I pushed myself to sit up. “Can I look?”

“Not yet,” Miki told me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“But why not?” I asked.

“It’s not finished yet,” she replied. I tilted my head at her.

“When will it be finished?” I asked. Miki turned to me with a grin on her face.

“I will let you know,” she answered. She smacked me on my thigh. “Now get dressed,” she told me. “Dinner’s going to be ready soon.” I watched her stand up and walk out of the room.

“Ow,” I muttered to myself as I rubbed on my thigh. Why did she have to hit me so hard?

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