Chapter 3 Who Attracts You More?

Daria walked up to me with a smile, inspecting the curly hair on my chest. In a strange turn of events, she actually reached out and touched it. "Ah..." I took a sharp breath, quickly stepping back. Daria seemed to realize her actions were a bit inappropriate and quickly retreated with a giggle. "Very good, it fits perfectly with my theme this time. Milo, I didn't expect you to have such a physique." After saying that, she appraised my robust body, making me feel awkward. I quickly ran towards the shooting studio ahead, afraid that Daria might do something else. "There's a saying for this! I've seen so many male models, Milo is definitely the best I've seen." "Haha..." Inside the studio, Rufus had already started preparing. Seeing me coming shirtless, Rufus first paused, then couldn't help but click his tongue twice. "Not bad, Milo. You've probably been training for quite some time, huh? It's a waste not to be an athlete. In my opinion, you shouldn't be a photographer, how about switching to modeling with Ana?" I nervously shook my head. Photographing is my dream; I want to take photos that can move people. While modeling also brings in good income, it's not my passion. Seeing me shake my head, Rufus didn't say much, and began preparing directly. In no time, I saw Ana bringing Daria over. In front of the silver-gray curtain, Daria stood there, and my eyes were drawn to her. Wearing a red outfit with slightly exaggerated purple eyeshadow. Appearing both sexy and charming, she exuded a wild, beast-like tension; any pose seemed like a beautiful composition. Then I noticed that her dress was a custom-made high-end piece, somewhat like a dress and somewhat like a cheongsam. Daria's legs were very fair, very straight, with not much muscle, looking white, tender, and soft, like sheep fat jade. Excited, I subconsciously ran over. But she suddenly took out a collar from behind. This is... Seeing this collar that looked like it was for tying up a wolf, I couldn't help but stare. "A prop for the shoot." Without waiting for my reaction, Daria personally put the collar on me. She lightly pulled the leash, and I was pulled in front of her. At this moment, the distance between her face and mine was less than ten centimeters! With a face full of wild charm, paired with dark red lips, she gently exhaled, and I seemed to smell the scent of mint. Then, I saw her lick her lips from an angle that others couldn't see. Without waiting for my reaction, she gestured again, directly changing my position. "Good! Very good, Ms. Spencer! Milo, stay still!" Rufus exclaimed upon seeing the effect. Upon hearing Rufus's words, my body immediately froze. Daria's actions took me by surprise; she grabbed my arm and pressed my hand onto her smooth thigh. Until... "OK! Both of you did great, now let's change the pose!" Rufus's voice woke me up, and a layer of sweat formed on my back. Just now, in front of so many people, I almost made a fool of myself! I wonder how Daria sees me now? I glanced timidly at Daria, who seemed not to have noticed my recent subtle movements and turned away from me. She was not short, about 173 cm, just reaching my chin. Smelling the fragrance of Daria's hair, I couldn't help but think of the camellia flowers back home. Then, I heard Rufus's new request. "Come on, Milo, show your beastly side, hug Ms. Spencer tightly!" This... Hearing Rufus's request, a hint of hesitation flashed across my face. Daria, at this moment, displayed her professionalism, directly pulling my arms and placing them on her abdomen. She even comforted me, saying, "Don't worry, this is a normal collision in the modeling world. Occasionally bumping into each other is normal; don't carry any psychological burden; everyone is used to it." Is that so? Hearing Daria's reassurance, my restless heart gradually relaxed. But the next moment, I suddenly realized that my hands seemed to be resting on Daria's waist? Not only that, Daria had considerable weight. Her body caused me to slightly bend, and Rufus wasn't satisfied. "Milo, stand up straight! You're a clothes hanger, can't show the face!" Me: "..." Seemingly noticing my embarrassment, Daria's mouth curled up, then she suddenly hooked her hand back and patted my back hard. Subconsciously, my waist straightened. This... It's too embarrassing; I wish I could find a hole to hide in! Daria, still calm, said, "Relax, it's a normal collision. By the way, Milo, lift your arms a bit higher." Gulp... Almost turned me on! Is this a normal collision?! Hearing Daria's request, my inner self was heated, feeling the friction from my body, and my brain lost its sanity. "OK! That's enough for today's shoot!" Hearing Rufus call it a day, my heart tightened, and I quickly released my hands. Daria still maintained her composed expression, even taking the time to fix the wrinkles on her clothes. "How is it, Rufus? Is the film effect good this time?" Rufus focused on the photos on the camera for a while before giving us an "OK" gesture. That meant the job was finished. My mood darkened, and I could only silently savor the feelings from just now. The delicate sensation of Daria's thigh still lingered in my hands, and the surprising elasticity around her waist made it hard for me to forget. Unfortunately, after confirming the end of the shoot, Daria went to the dressing room to change. Watching her leave without looking back, I felt a sense of loss. Could it be that all those physical contacts we had just now were merely normal collisions during a modeling shoot? When I got home, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being somewhat lost, pondering over the questions in my mind. Even during dinner, my mind was elsewhere. On Ana's side, it seemed like she noticed my concerns. After dinner, I absentmindedly stared at the TV, but my thoughts were still on Daria's figure. Ana blocked the TV, standing in front of me. She looked at me thoughtfully. "Milo, tell me, did you develop a crush on Ms. Spencer?" "Ah? No... no... I didn't!" Hearing Ana unveil my thoughts with just a few words, I hastily shook my head. However, my blushing face didn't seem very convincing. Seeing me flustered, Ana sat down beside me, smiling and asking in the manner of someone experienced. "Why not? Don't you think Ms. Spencer is beautiful?" "No, she... she's very beautiful." "Then do you think she's too old for you?" "Not really." "Oh... I get it. You like someone more voluptuous, don't you?" What? The sudden question caught me off guard. Meanwhile, Ana gestured with her hands, moving from her chest to her hips. "So, do you prefer an S-shaped figure like mine?" At this moment, Ana, wearing a dark green silk nightgown, seemingly loose fabric but outlining her figure, asked thoughtfully. Ana continued, "Milo, tell me, is me more attractive, or is Ms. Spencer?" "Uh..." Seeing my conflicted expression, Ana gave me a disdainful look. My silence was the answer. "If you don't know how to choose, why don't you give it a shot yourself to see who's better?"