Chapter 84.

Now that we’ve finally learned how Qi Ya’s meticulously crafted photo studio operates, it’s time to get to today’s topic: taking photos.

In the past, when Song Ning and Zhao Yi took photos together, he didn’t feel embarrassed or nervous because of the pleasure and excitement of sex.

But today, perhaps it’s the unfamiliar environment, or the different equipment, or maybe it’s the girl Qi Ya beside her, that makes Song Ning a little nervous.

Qi Ya adjusted the lights, walked to the DSLR camera, took one off the stand, pointed the lens at Song Ning, and said:

“Brother Ning, would you like to take a few test shots by yourself first?”

Song Ning nodded. He had never taken photos in a studio like this before, and his eyes looked a little unnatural. He could only try to pose like he usually did when taking photos, such as putting his hands in his pockets, crossing his arms, or flipping his hair.

Qi Ya snapped a few photos with a “click-click” sound. Song Ning could see her own photos on the screen next to her. It has to be said that the girl’s photography skills were quite good. Even if Song Ning didn’t understand photography, she could feel that the light, shadow and layers in the photos had an indescribable beauty.

But Qi Ya still didn’t seem satisfied, so she adjusted the lighting again, turning on a blue light to make the light look even colder.

“Brother, take off your shirt. This lighting suits your skin tone perfectly, and with your defined muscles, you’ll look really powerful!”

Song Ning said “Oh” and lifted her T-shirt, while the sound of camera shutters clicking away nearby filled the air.

She threw the t-shirt she had taken off at the camera, and the image on the screen became very impactful and imposing. After the t-shirt landed on the ground, Song Ning’s well-proportioned upper body with its distinct lines occupied most of the screen area.

Qi Ya quickly pressed the shutter button, aiming the lens at her V-line, chest, and abdominal muscles.

“Snap! Snap!…”

Song Ning hardly needs to pose; he only needs to show different angles of his body, and he has gradually found the feeling of being a qualified model.

From different angles—front, left, right, back, and so on—Song Ning confidently displayed his body, which had been enhanced by the system.

He was photographed countless times from various angles. When he turned around to face the camera, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered a move he had seen before. Now that he had the ability to imitate it, how could he miss the opportunity to show it off?

Song Ning placed his hands on his abdomen and slipped them into his waistband along his V-line. A gap was created by his hands, giving the monster inside a chance to escape: a stick the size of an egg, hidden in the fabric, popped out from inside.

“Snap! Snap!”

Qi Ya frantically pressed the shutter button, her heart pounding and her breathing quickening. “Brother~ Brother~ Turn to the side, yes… lean your upper body back a little, yes… great!”

She directed Song Ning through the camera while rapidly adjusting the lighting, focusing a beam of light the size of a coin onto the tip of the egg-sized stick.

“Snap! Snap!…”

Qi Ya kept pressing the shutter button. Song Ning could see from the screen that every picture was almost the same, with only slight differences. But she knew that girls had a talent for choosing the best one from among them, an experience she had learned from Zhao Yi.

A few dozen seconds passed in the blink of an eye; perhaps the warmth of Song Ning’s body still lingered on the T-shirt when Qi Ya said with a slightly excited tone:

“Take off your pants too, and you can take off your underwear later…”

Well, another one. Song Ning quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his pants, and tossed them aside in one smooth motion. This time, there was no hesitation. Let’s show off the “big tent” from all angles!

Qi Ya’s camera shutter clicked incessantly, “Click! Click!” After taking a round of photos, she said in a slightly cracked voice from excitement:

“That move just now… cough cough… do that move again!”

Song Ning was stunned. That movement just now? Which movement? The one where you put your hands in your waistband? If he copied that, the tent poles would be exposed! But then he immediately thought:

“Hey! What’s the point of showing it? Didn’t he just say he’d take off his underwear later? Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws sooner or later, so let’s go!”

With his mind now on this path, Song Ning’s hands, familiar with the way, once again slipped into the waistband of his underwear, following the same route he had taken before.

Last time, he had to be careful when putting his hands inside his underwear to prevent them from slipping off completely. But this time, Song Ning was completely unconcerned. He put both hands inside the waistband of his underwear, and his heavy penis, along with the underwear covering him, sagged down a bit. Song Ning’s fingers braced against the elastic edge of the underwear, and the dark red glans sprang out from inside the underwear.

“Snap! Snap!…”

Song Ning turned her body around, showing herself from several different angles for Qi Ya to photograph. Then, without waiting for her prompting, she used both hands to spread open the elastic edge of her panties and pulled them down until her buttocks were exposed, and the panties slid freely down to her ankles.

“Snap! Snap!…”

Qi Ya seemed to sense this tacit understanding. Without saying a word, she kept snapping photos, and the images on the big screen flashed by quickly, dazzling the viewer.