I opened the front door.
“Come in, Amano-san.”
She only took a couple of steps inside before stopping dead.
“Wow…”
Her eyes slowly traveled across the enormous living room. Up to the high ceilings. Across the panoramic windows. Over the modern kitchen. To the pool, clearly visible through the glass wall.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
She turned to me.
“This… is really your house?”
“Mm-hm.”
She slowly slipped off her sneakers and took a few more steps. Then she suddenly let out a quiet laugh.
“It even smells different here…”
“New house,” I said with a small smirk. “Haven’t had time to break it in yet.”
Yuki nodded slowly. Then she suddenly clapped both hands against her cheeks.
“Right! The tour!”
I looked at her, surprised. She immediately flustered.
“S-sorry… I just… I’m really curious.”
“Then let’s go.”

We walked slowly through the first floor. I gave her a brief explanation of where everything was. Living room. Kitchen. Small study. Door leading out to the pool. Yuki looked at everything carefully, sometimes stopping, sometimes asking questions. But what interested her most was clearly the second floor.
“Are the bedrooms up there?”
“Yeah.”
We went upstairs. I opened the first door.
“Mine.”
Yuki peeked in cautiously. The room looked almost empty. Big bed. Work desk. Wardrobe. Nothing unnecessary. She smiled quietly.
“Very much like you, Kurosaki-kun.”
“Why?”
“It’s calm. And everything’s in its place…”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
We moved on. I stopped in front of the next door.
“And here…”
I opened it.
Yuki stepped inside and froze.
Soft lighting glowed across the entire room. A large computer desk with three monitors. Cameras. Microphones. Professional lighting. A big bed. A huge wardrobe. Several shelves. And…
An entire wall neatly displaying cosplay costumes.
Yuki slowly walked further in. Her eyes grew wider and wider. She carefully touched the gaming chair, then approached the computer, then the wardrobe with the costumes.
“This is…”
She slowly opened one of the doors. Inside hung dozens of different outfits. Mages. Priestesses. Knights. Maids. Fantasy dresses. Kimonos. Carefully labeled boxes with wigs.
Yuki was silent.

I spoke calmly.
“I brought most of them from the old apartment. The rest I ordered yesterday.”
She slowly turned to me. Her voice was very quiet.
“Kurosaki-kun… This… for whom?”
I looked her straight in the eyes.
“For you, Amano-san.”
She froze.
“For… me?”
“Mm-hm. Now you won’t have to drag equipment across the whole city every time. If you want to stream — come here. If you want to try on a new look…” I nodded toward the wardrobe. “Pick any.”
Yuki stood there for a few more seconds without saying anything. Then she slowly sank into the gaming chair, ran her palms over the armrests, and suddenly laughed softly.
“Kurosaki-kun… This is already too much…” She looked up at me, her eyes slightly shining. “You’re fulfilling my dreams faster than I can even think of them.”
I shrugged calmly. “Is that a bad thing?”
Yuki looked at me for a few seconds. Then she shook her head very quietly.
“No…” She placed her palm on the edge of the desk and added almost in a whisper, “It’s just… I’m scared I’ll wake up one day and realize all of this was a dream.”

Yuki stopped in front of the costume wardrobe. Her gaze slid along the hangers until it settled on one particular outfit. I calmly stepped closer, took a thin hanger with delicate, semi-transparent fabric off the rack.
“This one.”
She looked at the costume. And immediately blushed.
It wasn’t just an “elf outfit.” The thin, almost weightless fabric was a soft green with a light golden sheen. The top was a short corset with a deep neckline that barely contained her breasts and left her shoulders and most of her back exposed. The skirt consisted of several long but very narrow strips of fabric that would part with movement, revealing almost the entire length of her legs and the tops of her thin stockings. Long gloves to the elbows, a delicate tiara with leaves, and a pair of elf ears.
Compared to the shrine maiden costume, this one was noticeably more revealing. Much more revealing.
Yuki carefully took it with both hands. Her fingers trembled slightly.
“This is… completely different…”
“Yeah,” I said calmly. “A more mature look.”
She looked at the thin fabric again, then quietly lowered her gaze.
“I… I don’t even know if I can walk normally in this. It’s so open…”
I was silent for a few seconds.
“She’s not afraid of the costume,” I thought. “She’s afraid of seeing herself like this.”
I looked her straight in the eyes.
“You’re always trying to hide. You hunch your shoulders. You cover yourself with your hands. You hide your shoulders.” I nodded toward the costume. “You can’t do that here. You’ll have to stand straight. You’ll have to accept yourself as you are.”
Yuki bit her lower lip.
“…I’m scared.”
“I know. That’s why I’m suggesting you try.”
I smiled calmly.
“It’s just us here. No one will see. No one will judge.”
She was silent for a long time, looking at me, then at the costume. Then she asked very quietly:
“You… really want to see me in it?”
I didn’t answer right away. I just looked into her eyes for a few seconds. Then I nodded calmly.
“I do.”
She noticeably blushed.
“But…” I continued, “only if you want it too. If not… we’ll forget it. We’ll go back to the shrine maiden costume.”
Yuki pressed the hanger tighter to her chest. Her shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly. Then she took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“…Okay.” She smiled shyly. “I’ll try.”
I took a step toward the door.
“Change. I’ll wait downstairs.”
When my hand was already on the doorknob, her quiet voice came from behind me.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
I stopped.
“Thank you. For… supporting me.”
I just nodded.
“Don’t rush.”
And quietly closed the door behind me.

Yuki came down about fifteen minutes later.
She walked slowly, carefully holding her hands near her hips. The costume fit even more revealingly than I had expected. The short green corset tightly hugged and lifted her heavy breasts. The deep neckline barely held them — with every cautious step they swayed slightly, and the valley between them became even deeper and more noticeable. Thin straps cut into her shoulders, emphasizing how large and heavy her breasts were for such an outfit.
Below the corset, short narrow strips of fabric barely covered her hips. When she took a step, the strips parted to the sides, revealing full, round buttocks. Her butt was completely visible — soft, firm, with a beautiful curve. As she walked it swayed slightly, and the thin stockings with garters only emphasized that part of her body even more.
She stopped in the middle of the living room, completely lost.
She tried to cover her breasts, then lowered her hands to her hips, not knowing what to hide first.
“I…” She didn’t raise her head. “I look like a pervert…”
Do I?
Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.
I calmly stood up from the couch and slowly looked her over.
“Again,” I thought. “She only sees in herself what she’s ashamed of. And completely misses what everyone else sees.”
I stepped closer.
“Yuki.”
She flinched.
“Look at me.”
It took her a few seconds to dare. Then she finally raised her gaze. I calmly walked around her.
“There’s no need to be ashamed of your body.” I stopped beside her. “Look at yourself. You have a beautiful chest. Big. Feminine. It suits your figure very well.”
I took a few more steps and stopped behind her. She stood completely still, breathing heavily. Her cheeks were burning bright red.
“Your waist is narrow,” I said calmly, stopping behind her. “Very beautiful. A small waist and wide hips…” I made a short pause. “That’s a classic feminine proportion. In ancient times, women exactly like that were considered the most desirable.”
Yuki swallowed heavily.
I walked around her and stood in front of her again.
“You’re not very tall. But at the same time very feminine. Wide hips. Beautiful butt. People used to believe that women like you gave birth to many healthy and strong children. It was considered a sign of health and fertility.”
She was breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell noticeably under the tight corset. She had already stopped trying to cover herself — her hands simply hung along her body, trembling slightly. In her eyes I could read not only embarrassment. There was something else. Arousal mixed with shame.
I stopped right in front of her.
“You’re beautiful, Yuki. Especially in this costume. You’re not a pervert. You’re just a very feminine girl who finally stopped hiding herself.”
I smiled slightly.
“A girl who finally stopped hiding herself.”
Yuki looked me straight in the eyes for a few more seconds. Her breathing gradually evened out. The blush was still burning on her cheeks, but now something new was mixed with the embarrassment. As if she was allowing herself to believe my words for the first time in a long while.
“…Kurosaki-kun…” Her voice trembled. “You… really think so?”
I didn’t look away.
“I do.”
She slowly closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. And when she looked at me again, there was noticeably less shame in her gaze. And much more confidence.

Yuki walked around the living room a little longer. Breathing heavily. Blushing. But… she was no longer trying to hide as desperately as at the very beginning.
“Good,” I thought. “She’s already crossed the first barrier.”
When she stopped in front of me again, I said calmly:
“Yuki. Let’s take one more step.”
She tilted her head questioningly.
“What kind?”
“Photos.”
She immediately froze.
“P-photos?.. Right now?” Her fingers nervously clenched. “But… in this look…”
I nodded calmly.
“Exactly because of that. If you learn to stand calmly in front of a camera right now… it’ll be much easier on stream. The camera is just a tool. You shouldn’t be afraid of it. You should be afraid of your own thoughts.”
Yuki was silent for a long time. Then she asked quietly:
“And… if I can’t handle it?”
“Then we’ll stop. No one will force you. But… I think you can handle it.”
She took a deep breath. And nodded slowly.
“…Okay. I’ll try.”
I went upstairs. A minute later I returned holding a black mask with a small white cat. I handed it to Yuki.
“Put it on.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“It already helped you on your first stream. It’ll help now too.”
Yuki carefully took the mask. Put it on. Adjusted her hair. And indeed… she seemed to feel a little calmer.
“Interesting,” I thought. “Looks like she’s already starting to perceive it as a kind of protection.”
I took out my phone. Turned on the camera.
“Let’s start with the simplest.”
Yuki nodded.
“Stand straight. Look into the lens.”
She slowly straightened up. Her chest rose and fell heavily in the deep neckline of the corset. I took several shots.
“Good. Now hands behind your back. Shoulders back. Chest forward.”
Yuki obeyed. She straightened her shoulders even more. The corset tightened. Her large breasts stood out even more noticeably forward. I took several more shots.

“Excellent. Now side profile. One hand on your waist.”
She slowly turned. The fabric strips at the back lifted slightly, revealing the lower part of her full butt. I continued photographing calmly, without rushing.
“Good. Now back view.”
She turned.
“Legs a little wider than your shoulders.”
Yuki obeyed.
“And arch your back a little.”
She froze.
“A-arch?..”
I met her gaze calmly.
“Yes.”
She nervously swallowed.
“But then… my butt will be very visible…”
“Exactly because of that.”

I spoke in the same even voice.
“These are just photos. They’ll stay with us. Right now you’re learning not to be afraid of your own body.”
Yuki exhaled heavily. Then very slowly she did it. The fabric strips lifted higher, fully revealing her round, firm buttocks. Her butt became especially noticeable — soft, full, with a beautiful curve. I took several shots.
“Good. Now arch a little more.”
She obeyed again. Her breathing became noticeably heavier.
“She’s not arguing anymore. Not because I’m forcing her. Because she’s starting to trust.”
The following poses gradually became more complex.
“Get on your knees on the couch. Hands forward. Press your chest to the pillow. And lift your butt a little.”
Yuki blushed even harder. But she no longer objected. She carefully climbed onto the couch and slowly did everything I said. The corset almost didn’t cover her breasts from the front, and from behind the fabric strips fully revealed her buttocks. I took several shots.
“Good. Now turn your head.”
She looked at me over her shoulder. Even through the mask it was visible how strongly she was blushing. But… there was almost no previous stiffness left. Each next pose came to her a little easier than the previous one.
Time flew by unnoticed. For the next half hour we continued. I calmly explained how best to position her hands, where to shift her weight, how to turn her shoulders. Yuki listened attentively. Sometimes she got embarrassed. Sometimes she asked herself if she was doing it right.
Gradually she stopped thinking about the camera. At some point she even shyly suggested herself:
“Um… what if I try like this?..”
She turned her back. Spread her legs slightly. Looked at me, waiting for evaluation. I nodded calmly.
“Good. Now arch a little more.”
She did it. Her breathing became heavy and uneven. The blush was still burning on her face, but now embarrassment was mixed with something else. Arousal mixed with shame.

“She stopped thinking about how she looks. Now she’s learning to own her image.”
I took several more shots. Then calmly lowered the phone.
“That’s enough.”
Yuki slowly straightened up. Breathing heavily. The mask had slid a little to the side. It was visible how strongly she was blushing. Her chest rose noticeably under the corset. For a few seconds she simply caught her breath. Then she carefully approached me.
“…Kurosaki-kun…” Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly. “I… did I pose well?”
I looked her straight in the eyes. Then smiled calmly.
“You’re clever.”
I stepped closer. And in my usual motion gently stroked her head. Yuki closed her eyes for a moment. Her shoulders finally relaxed. And a small, happy smile appeared on her lips.

“Yuki.”
She raised her head.
“Can I use a few of the best photos?”
She immediately froze.
“Use?.. How?”
“I’ll post them on a private account,” I answered honestly. “The one where I sometimes upload exclusive content.”
Yuki noticeably tensed.
“People… will see?”
“Yes.”
I nodded calmly.
“But it’s a closed platform. Only subscribers get there. And no one will know it’s you.”
She looked at me questioningly. I raised the phone.
“You’re wearing a mask. And on your eyes I’ll add another filter. It’ll be practically impossible to recognize you.”
Yuki was silent. Her chest was still rising and falling heavily after the shoot.
“And… why do you need this?”
“First, it’ll help you get used to the idea that people can look at you faster. Then on streams you’ll feel much more confident.”
I looked her calmly in the eyes.
“Second… You turned out very beautiful today. It would be a shame if these photos just stayed in my phone.”
Yuki tightly interlaced her fingers. She was silent for a few seconds. Then she asked very quietly:
“And… if I say ‘no’?”
“Then nothing will happen. Without your consent I won’t publish anything.”
She looked at me for a long time. Then nodded slowly.
“…Then… only the most beautiful photos. Okay?”
“I promise. Only the best ones.”
I smiled.
“Only the best.”
I opened the gallery. Calmly started reviewing the shots. Selected only a few of the most successful ones. Where she stood with her back and strongly arched, fully revealing her butt. Where she knelt on the couch, her breasts almost spilling out of the corset. Where she looked over her shoulder, breathing heavily.
Yuki came closer. Stood next to me. When she saw herself on the screen, her breathing quickened again.
“…I…” She couldn’t tear her gaze away. “Do I really look like that?”
“Yeah.” I nodded calmly. “Very beautiful.”
She looked at the photos for a long time. The blush flooded her cheeks again. But now she no longer turned away. She just smiled quietly.
“…Upload them.”
I opened the necessary account. Applied the usual filter to the eye area. Once again made sure it was impossible to recognize her. After that I started uploading the selected photos.
Yuki silently watched the screen. Breathing heavily. In her eyes mixed strong embarrassment and a strange, new feeling for her.
The upload bar slowly reached the end. I locked the phone and showed her the screen.
“Done.”
Yuki looked at the published photos for a few seconds. Then she asked very quietly:
“…Now… someone will really look at them?”
“Yeah.” I nodded honestly. “But no one will know it’s you. Until you want it yourself.”
She was silent a little longer. Then she raised her gaze to me.
“…Strange.” She smiled shyly. “It seemed to me… it would be much scarier. But for some reason… next to you it’s not scary at all.”

Yuki stood for a few more minutes and looked at the phone screen where her photos in this costume were already hanging. Her breathing gradually calmed. She slowly ran her fingers along the edge of the corset, as if getting used to the sensation. Then suddenly she said quietly, but already more firmly than usual:
“…I want to stream.”
I looked at her.
“Right now?”
“Right now,” she nodded. “In this costume and mask. Right now.”
There was no previous tremor in her voice. There was determination. And something else. Excitement.
I was silent for a few seconds, looking at her.
“She made the next step herself. That means there’s no need to rush anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
Yuki turned to me. Even through the mask it was visible how strongly she was blushing. But her eyes… her eyes were burning.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “If I don’t do it now… then I’ll start being afraid again. And I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
I nodded calmly.
“Then go. I’ll watch the stream from here.”
Yuki straightened her shoulders. Straightened her back. And with a confident step headed for the stairs.
I followed her with my gaze, watching her butt.
“Good. Now everything depends only on her.”
A few minutes later from upstairs came the familiar sound of a stream starting. I took out my phone. Opened her stream. And calmly sat down in the chair.

On the screen appeared Yuki.
She was sitting in the gaming chair, slightly leaning forward. The elf costume on camera looked even more revealing than in real life. The deep neckline of the corset strongly hugged and pushed forward her large breasts. With every movement she swayed slightly, and the valley between her breasts became even more noticeable. From behind, when she turned slightly, it was visible how the fabric strips lifted and revealed the lower part of her buttocks.
The chat exploded almost instantly.
[Chat]
— HOLY SHIT WHO IS THIS
— NEW COSTUME??
— HER TITS ARE GONNA FALL OUT RIGHT NOW
— MASK + THIS OUTFIT = DEATH
— Donate 5000: Show your chest closer, beauty
— Donate 12000: Turn around, please
I involuntarily smirked.
“Online… growing faster than the first stream. She really hooks people.”
Yuki looked straight into the camera. And for the first time she started the stream completely calmly.
“Good evening, everyone…”
She made a short pause. Then smiled. The smile was no longer timid. Rather… a little playful.
“Today… I decided to try something new.”
She slightly turned in the chair.
“How do you like the costume?”
Yuki laughed quietly.
“It’s… quite revealing, right?”
The chat literally exploded. She read several messages. Laughed quietly again. But now not from nerves. It seemed… she was genuinely starting to enjoy the attention.
She stood up from the chair. As if she had simply decided to fix something on the desk. And slowly leaned forward. Her breasts hung heavily down, almost spilling out of the corset.
[Chat]
— FUCK
— SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE
— Donate 15000: Lean again, goddess
— Donate 8000: Your ass is fire
Yuki calmly straightened up. As if nothing special had happened. Returned to the chair. Slightly arched her back, making her breasts stand out even more forward. Then she innocently looked into the camera.
“Something wrong?” She tilted her head to the side. “Your chat is very noisy today.”
Messages poured in even faster.
I shifted my gaze to the statistics. Donations continued coming one after another. Viewers were also growing.
“She’s starting to understand. People are interested not only in appearance. They like her reaction. The way she gradually opens up.”
During the game Yuki no longer looked stiff. She commented on what was happening. Joked. Read messages. Sometimes she deliberately made a short pause before answering, as if teasing the viewers with anticipation.
Several times during the stream she “accidentally” leaned forward to pick something up from the floor, or arched in the chair, pushing her chest forward. Sometimes she deliberately turned sideways so the chat could see how the fabric barely covered her buttocks.
When a large donation came with the request “show your chest closer,” Yuki laughed quietly and slowly leaned toward the camera. Her breasts filled almost the entire screen.
“Like this?” she asked softly. She held a short pause. Then added slyly, “Or… even closer?”
The chat literally went crazy.
I only shook my head with a light smile.
“Just this morning… she was afraid to raise her eyes. And now… she’s already feeling the audience herself.”
Yuki was no longer that shy girl who hid her eyes and pressed her bag to her chest. Now she was sitting in front of the camera in an extremely revealing costume, confidently communicating with viewers, easily holding their attention and clearly starting to enjoy the process itself.
She was no longer just following my training. She was gradually finding her own style.
The stream ended only three hours later. I spent all this time doing my own things, only occasionally glancing at the phone screen. The viewer count held surprisingly steadily. Donations continued coming almost until the very end. But most importantly…
Yuki never once broke down. Never went quiet. Never started hiding. She confidently led the stream until the very finale.
“Thank you everyone who was with me today…” She smiled softly into the camera. “I… really had a lot of fun.” She waved her hand. “Then… until the next stream.”
The screen went dark.
I put the phone on the table.
“Not bad. Even better than I expected.”
Upstairs there was silence for a few minutes. Then I heard quick footsteps. I raised my head. Yuki almost ran down the stairs. But now she was already in her usual clothes. Loose hoodie. Skirt. Over her arm — the carefully folded costume. Her cheeks… were crimson. She avoided looking me in the eyes. As if only now everything that had happened during the day was starting to sink in. The photoshoot. The stream. The comments. The donations. All of it together as if had only now hit her.
“I…” She faltered for a second. “I… I’m going home.”
I couldn’t help but quietly smirk.
“It hit you?”
Yuki instantly covered her face with her hands.
“D-don’t say anything!” She quietly groaned. “I’m going to die of embarrassment right now…”
I only laughed.
“You won’t die. Tomorrow you’ll be streaming again.”
She peeked at me through her fingers.
“Kurosaki-kun!”
There was genuine indignation in her voice. But without malice. Rather… she herself understood how funny she looked right now.
I only smiled.
“Well done. Today you really grew a lot.”
Yuki looked at me in silence for a few seconds. After which her shoulders relaxed a little. A small smile appeared on her lips.
“Thank you…”
She quickly turned away.
“W-well… Bye!”
Almost running out into the yard, she immediately stopped the first taxi she saw. I came out after her onto the porch. Yuki had already opened the car door.
“Hey.”
She turned around.
“At least say goodbye properly.”
Yuki frowned funny. Then stuck her tongue out at me.
“Mean jerk!”
She laughed quietly.
“Bye, Kurosaki-kun!”
The door closed. The taxi smoothly pulled away. I watched it for a few more seconds. Then involuntarily smiled.
“Looks like… today she really overcame another one of her fears.”