Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 38: A Girl's Private Photos

The door to the walk-in closet was pushed open again.

Ding Heng turned around, preparing to give instructions on the next shooting location, but the words caught in his throat.

Wenjing stood at the door, wearing a perfectly fitted black JK uniform.

The short suit jacket tightly hugged his upper body, the buttons barely holding up the amazing curves of his chest, as if they would burst open at any moment.

The white shirt underneath had a red bow tie at the collar, which looked exceptionally crisp thanks to its full support.

The most problematic part was the lower half; the black pleated skirt was shockingly short, with the hem only a dangerously narrow width between the top of the thigh and the hem.

Her legs were completely covered by a layer of matte black stockings.

The black was so pure, without the slightest reflection, yet it outlined every inch of the leg more fatally than any shiny stockings.

It smoothly wraps around the knees and calves, disappearing into the ankles, and finally ending with a pair of brown leather shoes.

Wenjing's hands hung helplessly at her sides, her fingers clutching the short hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down, but only making the folds more messy.

Her face was almost flushed red, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Ding Heng at all.

Ding Heng opened his mouth, but it took him several seconds to find his voice: "This set was also from the box?"

Wenjing lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "Um... there are still several sets in the box."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Ding Heng's gaze wandered uncontrollably over Wen Jing's body, from the curves tightly wrapped in her uniform to her thighs pressed together under her short skirt.

This is quite different from the style of the "commemorative photo of a young girl" that he had envisioned.

But it must be admitted that this outfit looks good on Wenjing...

The contrast between the girl's innocent features and her uniform, and the collision between her shy demeanor and her alluring figure, create a visually striking effect that is almost overwhelming.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ding Heng cleared his throat, trying to sound serious: "This style is rather unique. But since we've prepared it, let's give it a try."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his camera and looked at Wenjing through the viewfinder.

"Stand in front of that bookshelf, turn to the side, and... lower your head slightly. Don't look at me, look at the ground."

Wenjing did as she was told, her body stiff as a marionette.

She stood with her legs, encased in black stockings, together, her knees slightly turned inward—a posture of extreme shyness.

"Relax..."

After pressing the shutter a few times, Ding Heng put down the camera: "You're too stiff right now. This outfit needs a bit more of its... presence..."

He stepped forward, gently placed his hand on Wenjing's shoulder, and felt the girl tremble for a moment.

"Come on, relax your shoulders, straighten your back...yes, show off your neck."

Ding Heng's fingertips unintentionally brushed against the skin on the back of Wen Jing's neck.

"Okay, now slowly sit down on that high stool."

Wenjing sat down carefully, her short skirt riding up even higher as she sat, exposing large sections of her thighs covered in black stockings.

She quickly pressed her hand against the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with panic.

"Yes, that's it. Look out the window, imagine you're waiting for someone, a little expectant, a little nervous..."

As Ding Heng spoke, he quickly pressed the shutter button.

The girl in the video, her eyes reddening with embarrassment, obediently followed instructions to strike suggestive poses; that contradiction was simply fatal.

After taking several photos of the seated poses, Ding Heng looked through the viewfinder and felt that something was missing.

He put down his camera and approached again, and Wenjing instinctively closed her legs due to shyness.

"leg."

Ding Heng squatted down and gently tapped the outside of Wen Jing's knee with his fingers through the smooth, matte black stockings.

"Split it a little bit, not too much, just like that."

Wenjing recoiled as if burned, yet obediently opened her knees slightly apart.

This is the angle!

Ding Heng's breathing became heavy for a moment.

He quickly stepped back, picked up his camera again, and greedily captured the scene in his lens.

Wenjing kept her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly, whether from shame or something else, it was hard to tell.

Filming has temporarily come to a halt.

Wenjing practically ran back to the dressing room to change out of the JK uniform that made her feel incredibly ashamed.

The next few hours felt like a slowly warming dream.

The second outfit is a cheongsam.

It's not a traditional, conservative style, but a modified short version. The moon-white silk clings to the body's curves, and the slit goes almost to the top of the thigh.

She paired it with pure white over-the-knee stockings, as thin as cicada wings, which shimmered like pearls under the light.

This time, the filming location was moved to the luxurious bathtub in the master bedroom.

Ding Heng filled the bathtub with a shallow layer of warm water and gave the order.

"Sit down."

Wenjing, dressed in a cheongsam and white stockings, carefully stepped into the bathtub.

The air was thick with steam; her white stockings were damp; she wore a tight-fitting cheongsam; a lingering blush graced her quiet face; and her eyes darted around...

Every frame is filled with silent allure.

The third outfit is a bunny girl costume.

The black bodysuit features a deep V-neck design, a cutout back, and a white, fluffy, round tail at the hip.

Instead of stockings, she wore large black fishnet stockings with openwork, revealing her fair skin underneath, creating a stronger visual impact.

This time, Ding Heng had Wen Jing lie face down on the large leather sofa in the living room with her back to the camera.

She could only bury her face in her arms, unable to see how Ding Heng's gaze lingered on her legs, buttocks, and bare back, all encased in fishnet stockings.

"Turn your head slightly to the side, yes... relax your shoulders."

Ding Heng's voice was very close; he had somehow moved to the side of the sofa, and the camera was almost touching her body.

"Very good...that's it."

The last outfit is a secretary/office lady uniform.

A white fitted shirt and a black tight-fitting pencil skirt.

She switched back to black stockings, but these were thinner, sheer black stockings that shimmered with a delicate sheen under the lights, paired with a pair of black pointed-toe stilettos.

Ding Heng chose the study in the suite as the filming location.

"Take off your shoes and stretch your legs a little more toward me."

Wenjing turned her head in confusion, then obediently took off her high heels and stretched her legs toward Ding Heng.

Her feet, encased in sheer black stockings, were small and delicate, slightly taut due to her posture, clearly revealing the bony contours of her instep and her rounded toes beneath the stockings.

"This angle is good, hold it."

Click!

As the last photo was taken, the sky outside the window gradually darkened, and only a few ambient lights were on in the suite, creating an ambiguous lighting environment.

Wenjing almost collapsed from her desk, her legs giving way and she nearly lost her balance.

Ding Heng instinctively stepped forward and supported her arm.

She was still wearing that office lady uniform, and the sheer black stockings gleamed alluringly in the dim light.

The two were very close and could smell the slight heat of each other's sweat.

Wenjing asked timidly, "Is filming finished...?"

"Okay, we're done filming."

Ding Heng took a deep breath to calm himself down: "You... go change your clothes, rest for a bit, and get ready to pick up Yan hope."

Wenjing nodded and staggered toward the dressing room, her high heels clicking on the floor with a crisp, lonely sound.

Ding Heng stood there, stunned, watching Wen Jing's figure disappear behind the dressing room door before letting out a long sigh.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up his camera, and looked back at the photos he had taken that day.

From her initial innocent dresses to her final alluring office lady look in black stockings... Wenjing gradually sheds her naivety under his lens.

"What are you making them film?!"

As the hormonal fervor of puberty subsided and Ding Heng calmed down, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

……

In the walk-in closet, Wenjing leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

She hugged her knees, burying her burning face in her arms. Her body was still trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from everything she had experienced that day.

Those daring outfits and provocative poses... were things she could never have imagined before.

She should have felt ashamed and scared.

But she did it willingly.

She was willing to change into a JK uniform, let Ding Heng pull down her pantyhose... and obey every command.

Simply because that person was Ding Heng.

Simply because his camera was watching her.

Just because he shielded her from the wind and rain this morning.

So no matter what clothes she wears or what pose she takes, even if Ding Heng orders her to stand naked in front of the camera, she will do it willingly.

After some time, Wenjing changed back into her usual clothes and came out of the dressing room. She found Ding Heng leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep, with his camera still in his hand.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yellow glow over him.

He seemed very tired, and his usually slightly roguish features appeared much softer in his sleep.

Wenjing tiptoed over, picked up a thin blanket from the side, and gently covered him with it.

The city lights outside the window flowed quietly in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the system interface, the purification value in the "Quiet" section quietly fluctuated.

Purification level: 79%