Photos!

"..." At my sigh, Linda lowered her head, not responding, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her silence was an admission of sorts.

Think about it, her quest was to train her in the right direction, but what direction was she asking for? My mind raced with the other possibilities of directions.

As I wondered which way she was headed, Linda spoke first, her voice small and hesitant.

"Sorry... I won't do it anymore." Her eyes were pleading, a mix of regret and fear in her gaze.

"... With so many photos, you won't do it again?" I questioned, my voice laced with skepticism, looking at the phone in my hand.

"Well, that's...! I didn't mean to... ugh... I really won't do it anymore." Linda's voice quivered, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to explain herself.

Linda answered with a voice on the verge of tears. She was someone who took nude photos of herself without even realizing it. 

Was this like exhibitionism? The thought made me ponder her psychological state.

"... Do you think taking such pictures relieves stress?" My question was soft, trying to delve into her motivations.

"... Uh... ugh. Ahmn." Her answer was almost a whisper, her head still bowed, accepting whatever judgment might come.

As if Linda had already given up, she answered submissively. She wondered whether she should get angry and force him, or just admit it. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

'Since I was given tge quest for you to be trained by me...' I thought, realizing force wasn't the way. In fact, I had no reason to get angry; whether she took photos of her body or not, it didn't concern me directly.

'In that case.'

"... You… shouldn't you have asked for my help." My voice was gentle, almost compassionate, trying to guide the conversation.

"... Huh?" She looked up, confusion etched across her face, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Why didn't you ask for help?" I leaned in slightly, my tone encouraging, hoping to open up a path for her.

"Huh? From... you...?" Her voice was unsure, her mind probably racing through her options.

"Huh. I could have helped… you know…?" I nodded, my expression sincere, offering an alternative to her solitude.

"Huh, how?" Her interest seemed piqued, her posture straightening a bit, curiosity replacing some of the fear.

When I spoke softly, Linda's reaction completely changed. She felt good seeing Lane's change of response. She thought this was the right way to go rather than getting angry.

"Want to take it off?" My suggestion came out of nowhere, testing the waters.

"Now?" She blinked, her voice a mix of surprise and hesitation.

"Yes." I kept my voice steady, my gaze gentle but firm, encouraging her to trust me.

"Uh..." Only then did Linda look at me straight. She smiled as gently as possible at Linda's face, which was half relieved and half embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

Her eyes met mine, and Linda swallowed, then naturally stood up from the bed and took off her top. 

Her movements were slow, almost ceremonial. 

Linda's breasts were immediately exposed as she wasn't wearing a bra, her vulnerability laid bare before me.

*Thud-*

"Below too." I said my voice was calm, but there was an underlying command to it.

"Uh, huh." Linda's response was hesitant, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and compliance.

*Rustle-*

Linda, seemingly not as embarrassed as one might expect, immediately removed her dolphin shorts in front of me. 

Her movements were quick, as if she was eager to get it over with. There were no panties under the shorts as I thought there would be, her body completely exposed.

"You didn't wear panties?" My eyebrow raised in mild surprise, my voice showing a hint of curiosity.

"Ah, um. I often don't wear them at home..." She stammered, her eyes darting away, clearly uncomfortable discussing her habits.

"Where did you usually take the photos?" I asked, my gaze moving from her face to her body, appreciating the form I had only seen in pictures.

She moved to the side, trying to hide her erect nipples while I looked at Linda's naked form. Her arms crossed over her chest in a futile attempt at modesty. I had already seen her photos, but Linda's body was magnificent in person.

She was tall, her breasts were beautifully shaped, and even her hips, waist, and long legs were like a work of art. My eyes lingered, taking in every detail.

'Why does this girl like exposing her nude body?' I pondered, trying to understand her motivations as my thoughts shifted.

As my thoughts shifted, Linda awkwardly moved to one side of her room, standing there, her posture tense and her eyes avoiding mine.

"You took photos here." I stated, more to myself than to her, imagining her in this very spot, capturing her image.

"Yeah... but." Her voice trembled, her hands fidgeting nervously.

"Huh?" I looked up, catching her gaze.

"Is it okay?" Her question was riddled with uncertainty, her eyes searching mine for any sign of judgment or disgust.

"What?" I asked, slightly confused by her sudden shift in tone.

"Oh, I... I took these photos by myself and uploaded them online..." She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, her body language screaming for acceptance.

"Huh. Of course, and it's okay. No, in fact, that's even better, isn't it?" My response was immediate, trying to reassure her, my tone lightening to show my acceptance.

"R-really?" Her eyes lit up, a spark of hope replacing the fear.

"Huh. I hope we can take photos together in the future. I want to take photos for you, and if you take me with you, you could take more various types of photos." I suggested, my words aimed at building trust, my smile genuine.

"Ah..." Linda covered her mouth, seemingly trying hard not to cry. Her shoulders shook slightly, but I didn't think she was crying out of sadness. What was it that moved her?

"I, I... thought you wouldn't like this. It's nonsense. I'm not doing it right. Or that everyone will hate me when they know…" Her voice broke, tears beginning to stream down her face as she berated herself.

"Huh...?" I was taken aback by her sudden self-criticism, my heart softening at her vulnerability.

Linda was squatting there, crying. My eyes didn't go to her crying face but to her vulva, visible because she was squatting. The flesh of her vulva was tightly packed, making it hard to look away.

'Wow.' The thought was involuntary, my mind momentarily distracted by the sight.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... I'm happy... ugh." She sobbed through her words, her tears now of relief or joy rather than sorrow. 

Ironically, seeing Linda cry was worse. Did I like this? When her shorts were about to burst from her erect nipples. My conscience pricked at the mix of emotions I felt.

*Paat-*

◈ 〈Ding! 〉◈

〈Quest successfully completed. Rewards will now be distributed .〉

"Oh, damn." The quest was cleared. The curse came out suddenly from my mouth.