A full-time girlfriend-for-hire job suddenly turns into a reverse harem.
-
International basketball prodigy and full-time girlfriend-for-hire Ymari Seinaru's life was going characteristically well until a series of unexpected encounters makes he...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
━━━━┅━━━┅━━━━
"ONE MORE, SEINARU-SAN."
The flash popped again and the click echoed through the studio as the ravenette struck another pose with herchin slightly lifted, eyes sharp, fingers grazing her collarbone.
The photographer, a tall man with sleeves rolled up leaned forward. "And to the right."
Seinaru adjusted her weight, shifting her hip just a fraction. The camera shutter sounded again, capturing the moment.
He nodded and lowered the camera. "Perfect."
He then called out, "That's a wrap!"
Seinaru exhaled slowly and relaxed as the crew started to dissipate, clapping in congratulations for a successful photoshoot.
It was a Thursday, closing in on 11 in the morning when the shoot for the Tokyo Sports Magazine's December 2018 issue had just concluded. She's been here from 8 o'clock. Earlier, at around 6, Yachi had woken her up because she accompanied the FIBA World prodigies including Arsenic and Utsui to the airport because of their flights back to their respective countries.
"Thanks, Seinaru-san," The photographer added, hands gesturing politely as if she were a dignitary rather than a model.
"Arigato, Sebastian-san." She gave him a polite smile.
She slipped out of her heels and padded barefoot across the studio floor. Her assistant was waiting with a water bottle in hand. She pressed it into Seinaru's slightly trembling fingers as she'd been posing for hours.
"Good job, Ymari-san." Yachi whispered with a smile.
Seinaru accepted the water and tilted her head. "What's next, Hitoka?
Yachi tapped the clipboard in her other hand. "You've got a 2-o'clock press conference."
Her lips curved faintly. "It's for the upcoming Paris Olympic qualifiers at Nova Media headquarters. And after that, a 4-o'clock meeting at ICS."
The ravenette gulped down the water bottle empty.
Seinaru raised an eyebrow at this.
"ICS?" She echoed, tossing aside the empty bottle and flexing her fingers. "Obaasan asked to see me?"
"Yes, Ymari-san. I believe it's for the Akatsuki uniform for the Paris Olympics." Yachi confirmed with a nod. "Her secretary sent the brief this morning. It's waiting in your inbox."
Seinaru's lips twitched into a small smile.
"Alright." She glanced at her watch. "We can review it over lunch."
"I'm feeling peckish." Her eyes flicked toward the studio door. "Let's dine at Toki's."
"I'll book us a table," Yachi said, already stepping ahead toward the exit and typing away on her phone.
