Swimsuit Photoshoot - 3
My sister-in-law blinked.
She was staring at me with a look that said, what kind of absurd nonsense is that?
And honestly, I understood the sentiment perfectly.
First I'd made her slip out of a swimsuit she'd been perfectly content to keep on, and now I was bluntly ordering her to masturbate. Of course she'd react that way.
I couldn't claim there was zero self-interest in the request, but the truth was, there was a reason for this too.
"You want me to... masturbate...? Wait, isn't that going a bit too far..?"
"Like I said, your current mood and expression are far too stiff, and your movements look like you're being forced into it. It reads as exactly what it is — something you're doing against your will."
"So... what does that have to do with m-masturbating?"
"Everything. Quite a lot, actually."
Until a moment ago she'd seemed to trust me to a reasonable degree, but now she was fixed on me with an expression that said she didn't trust the current version of me at all.
At this point, seeing it for herself would probably work better than anything I could say.
No matter how much I explained, it would only breed resistance.
Letting her judge it with her own two eyes might be more effective — and faster.
"There's something I want to show you. Give me a moment."
"You just cut yourself off mid-sentence, and now what—"
Ignoring her grumbling, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. There was exactly one reason to bring it out in a situation like this.
Because sleeping inside it was Bulbul Mk.2. I carried it around as both a backup and a portable archive.
True, its storage capacity paled next to my desktop, but this was a carefully curated collection — nothing but the absolute top tier, hand-picked and lovingly organized.
So this is the day it finally comes out.
[Enter Password : □□□□]
I tapped the folder to break the seal, and just as I remembered, a prompt demanding the password appeared on screen.
It had been a long time since I'd last opened it, so I couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.
Most people would have forgotten the password by now. But even without writing it down anywhere, I remembered this folder's code perfectly.
[Enter Password : 6974]
I let out a small laugh at the cheap little prank Bulbul Mk.2 had thrown across my path, punched in the code without hesitation, and the lock began to release.
A sea of folders sprang up before my eyes. They'd look like chaos to anyone else, but there was a system and a pattern to how everything was saved.
Files were stored numerically by intensity level and by site, so there was no need to scroll around hunting for anything one by one.
And so I scrolled down to the folder where the heaviest-duty material was gathered — because I wanted to show my sister-in-law, with her own eyes, these women's dedication, their effort, and the fact that none of this was ever easy.
This should do it.
I opened a folder stuffed with the private information of a lady whose every upload ran on the spicy side, then turned the phone around and showed it to my sister-in-law, who sat there with her arms crossed, fingers drumming against her sleeve.
"Here. Take a look."
"What could you possibly need this long to show me—"
The moment she laid eyes on the lady's unguarded photos, my sister-in-law's eyes went round. Then, not long after, that pale face began flushing a deep shade of red.
Bewilderment and embarrassment warred openly across her features as she floundered, and yet — and this was the funny part — she couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman on the screen.
"You've seen it, right?"
"Th-this is outrageous... It's far too explicit, utterly obscene...!"
"Looks like you got a good, proper look. Yes, you're absolutely right, sister-in-law. Even as a woman looking at another woman, it's the kind of thing you'd have to screw your eyes shut to get through, wouldn't you say?"
"R-right. Isn't this going to, to far..?"
I could understand where she was coming from — but what was I supposed to do about it? This was reality.
"Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't get it. But I think you're taking this whole industry far too lightly."
"Wh-what did you say..!?"
"It's not just this one lady, either. Practically all of them post content like this and do these photo shoots. Some of them even run special events on top of it—"
"!?"
My sister-in-law went blank, her face saying she couldn't believe a word of it, and then her eyes slid, despite herself, back to the phone screen in my hand.
"E-every single one of them is like this..?"
"Yes. You could call it a competition, after all. And it's not as if you just toss up some sloppy upload and call it a day. You have to work your brain — how to climb higher in popularity, how to pull in new fans. It takes strategy."
As I laid out the explanation, my gaze ping-ponged between her and the woman glowing on the screen, and then I looked down at the woman in front of me with eyes gone cold and sour.
"And compared to all that, what are you, sister-in-law...? You can barely scrape together a few photos for a vanilla SNS platform, and you haven't set so much as a toe into the spicier side of things... What exactly do you plan to accomplish?"
"···."
"Any effort like these ladies make? Any going-out-on-a-limb? Any willingness to let it all hang out? Now that I look at it, you don't actually do a single thing properly, do you?"
"······!"
My sister-in-law chewed savagely on her lower lip.
She was embarrassed, sure, and her pride had taken a hit.
Of course it would. Even to her own eyes, the gulf between the women on that screen and the woman she was now had to be landing with brutal clarity.
Honestly, though, she doesn't lose to them on looks.
Her figure was a figure, her face a face.
On top of that, she had a heavy, weighty bust built to drive a man's lower half mad with want, and a bouncy, springy ass to match.
She held her own against the hand-picked top-tier women in this folder, no question.
Her personality and her way of speaking were the sole flaws.
But even those — well, for all her sharp looks, she showed a surprising number of hapless, soft spots, which gave her a certain gap appeal. If anything, they might read less as flaws and more as charm.
Still, even my sister-in-law had something missing.
"Put in the effort. At minimum, make a show of trying, the way these ladies do. Even if it's forced."
"Ef-effort···."
"Yes. Not like last time, when you did that beauty-whatever-it-was and just drifted through it half-asleep. You saw how that turned out with your own eyes, so I don't think I need to spell it out again."
"···."
My sister-in-law seemed to sink into thought, chewing over everything I'd said. Then she stared at the woman on the screen for a long moment and swallowed hard.
"So... I should do it the way..? The way the people you've been showing me have..?"
"Yes. Half-measures are worse than nothing. And if you'd rather not, well — masturbation is one way to work those feelings up, too."
"······."
"Well? Think you can do it?"
After digging into her insecurities and holding up comparisons this ruthlessly, there was no way she wouldn't. I knew it perfectly well, and still I pressed her for an answer — because my whole plan was to box her in where she had no way out, in either direction.
"F-fine. But on one, one condition···."
"A condition? Let's hear it, then."
My sister-in-law covered her chest with her hands and hunched in on herself slightly. Even so, she looked up at me with the expression of someone who had steeled herself.
"K-keep it from my husband... Please keep it a secret from my husband what... what kind of things I'm doing here···."
Of all the things to say.
She was stating the blindingly obvious.
That was the kind of matter that might come to light someday even without me opening my mouth.
"Fine, understood. I won't say anything to that bastard."
"Ph-phew."
"Now then. Enough chit-chat. Let's get started, shall we?"
"···Y-yes."
"Hahh. Mmm. Hnng."
Before my eyes, she brought her own hand to the spot where the swimsuit's sharp edge cut across her and began to rub it, slowly. Perhaps because of the photos she'd just seen, the atmosphere in the room was starting to smolder.
My sister-in-law, for her part, didn't seem too put out about it — no scowl, just a sense of letting herself sink into the mood. The hard facts had stung, certainly, but it seemed Bulbul Mk.2 had ended up doing my sister-in-law a genuine favor.
"Don't just rub that one spot — touch your chest too."
"Nnh. O-okay. Hnng, hahh···."
My sister-in-law ground her pussy against the swimsuit while her other hand kneaded her breast. She was pressing so hard that the breast, swimsuit and all, looked ready to be swallowed whole into her palm.
Something's missing, though.
It was plenty arousing, and far from bad.
But there was an awkward stiffness to it that I couldn't quite ignore.
"It's decent, but something's lacking right now. Stop doing it like a chore — surrender your body to that hazy heat you're feeling. And if that's too hard, you can use your imagination. Whatever works?"
"Mm, nnh. Su-surrender my body···? Imag-ine···? Hh, hnng···."
"Yes. And if that's difficult, then for example···."
With a sly grin, I picked up my sister-in-law's phone from the shelf and showed her the main screen. I had my reasons — a moment ago, when I'd glanced over, I'd seen a photo saved there of her with her husband.
"Do it while imagining that your husband is watching. Imagine that the one and only husband who loves and cherishes you so dearly is watching you touch yourself."
"H-haahh. N-nooo···. But thaaat···! Nnh, nnghoooh!"
It was working better than I'd expected.
Even as she protested, she never stopped rubbing her pussy and kneading her breasts. Before I knew it, the faint moans had deepened past all recognition, spilling out of her in thick, wanton gasps.
"He's watching you masturbate, and it turns him on so much that he starts stroking his own cock right along with you."
"S-sto, stop iiiiit···. Hnng···. N-not him, p-please, I'm begging yooou···. Nngh···!"
"But what can I do about this? After all, sister-in-law, you're the one who said mine was bigger and better than your husband's, aren't you?"
"Ah, aahh. Ah···."
"How many times did I make you cum and cream yourself? Over and over — made you cum so much better than your own husband that you went boneless with it?"
"···Hahh, hh, hhaaaahh···♡"
I kept the dirty talk coming without pause, degrading her relentlessly, and my sister-in-law trembled all on her own and came, quick and light.
As expected — a woman hopelessly, utterly hopeless.