Harem Online: My Party Is Full of Beautiful Celebrities

Rias released her and collected the phone. Automatic cloud storage was active. She disabled it, disconnected the device from the house network, and moved the camera folder behind a separate password.

"The phone stays with me tonight," she said.

Elisebeth pouted. "But they’re my tits."

"And this is my damage control. Turn toward the window."

Elisebeth shifted until the evening light fell across her skin. It caught the upper curve of one breast while the valley between them deepened into shadow. The robe slid down one shoulder, exposing almost everything except the nipple, which remained hidden behind a narrow strip of red silk.

Rias raised the phone, then stopped. "Your hair is covering half your face."

"Oh. Right."

Elisebeth swept it back and arranged several strands across her chest. A few golden curls disappeared into her cleavage.

"How about this?"

"It looks deliberate."

"It is deliberate."

"That’s the problem."

Pouting, Elisebeth rearranged the strands until they fell more naturally. Once she settled into place, the robe framed her chest without exposing everything at once. Her nipples remained covered, though their shape pressed clearly against the silk.

Rias took the first photograph, and Elisebeth immediately sat up, making her breasts bounce together before swinging apart.

"Let me see!"

"You moved."

"I need to know whether it’s good!"

"You’ll see them when we finish."

"What if the angle is bad?"

"The angle is fine."

"What if my tits look small?"

Rias lowered the phone and stared at her.

Elisebeth glanced down. "Right. Stupid question."

"Lie back down."

She obeyed, though she couldn’t stop smiling.

Rias continued taking photographs while Elisebeth experimented with poses. A few actually came out tasteful. As the robe slipped lower and Elisebeth gained confidence, the rest became much more revealing.

For one shot, she stretched her forearm across both nipples. Her attempt at modesty looked almost ridiculous because her arm couldn’t cover the width of her chest. The upper halves rose above it while the lower curves spilled beneath.

Next, Elisebeth knelt with the robe gathered around her waist and pressed her breasts together with both forearms until the mound of cleavage rose almost to her chin.

Rias framed the shot from the neck down.

"This one should make him horny," Elisebeth said.

"You are not allowed to say that while I’m photographing you."

"Why?"

"Because I already regret being involved."

Elisebeth leaned forward, letting her breasts swing beneath her. "Do you think he’ll masturbate to them?"

"I am not discussing Martin’s masturbation habits."

"So you think he will."

"I think he has eyes."

"That means yes."

Elisebeth let the robe slide from her shoulders completely. Sitting back on her heels, she pushed her chest forward and exposed both stiff nipples beneath the warm light.

Rias lowered the phone. "No face."

"I know."

Elisebeth turned her head and let her hair hide it. Rias moved to the side and framed the photograph tightly from her neck to her hips, keeping the plain backdrop behind her.

"Hands underneath."

Elisebeth cupped both breasts and lifted them toward the camera. Their weight filled her palms and spilled around her fingers, pointing her nipples toward the lens.

The camera clicked, and imagining Martin looking at the photograph sent heat between Elisebeth’s thighs. She pressed them together and raised her chest a little higher.

"Another one," she said, quieter this time.

Rias caught the change in her voice. "You’re getting turned on."

"I’m not."

"Elise."

"I’m excited about the pictures."

"You’re rubbing your thighs together while squeezing your breasts."

"That could be part of the pose."

"It wasn’t."

Rias stepped closer and lowered Elisebeth’s hands. "Stop crushing them. Let their weight show."

Elisebeth released them. Both breasts dropped into place, bounced against her chest, and continued swaying for a moment.

Rias lifted the phone again. "That angle shows the size properly."

"You really do understand them."

"I have managed your wardrobe for years."

"My tits should receive their own salary."

"They spend enough of yours."

Elisebeth laughed, sending another ripple through her chest.

She moved onto her hands and knees, allowing her breasts to hang freely beneath her. Their weight pulled downward while they swayed between her arms.

Rias lowered the phone. "You realize this is the same pose you complained about Katherine using."

Elisebeth lifted her chin. "No, it isn’t."

"You’re on all fours with your breasts hanging."

"I’m improving it."

"Of course you are."

"Mine hang better."

"I’m not answering that."

Elisebeth shifted her shoulders, setting them in motion again. "Take it before they stop moving."

Rias framed the shot from the neck down and took several photographs. The angle kept Elisebeth’s nipples hidden beneath the lower curves while allowing her chest to dominate the frame.

Afterward, Elisebeth rolled onto her side and tried to cover both nipples with one hand.

She couldn’t.

Her fingers covered one completely, but the other breast spilled beneath her palm, leaving its nipple visible between two fingers.

Elisebeth grinned. "See? Too much tit for one hand."

"I noticed."

"Martin will need both."

"Martin is not receiving this picture tonight."

"You ruin everything."

"I prevent evidence."

"You’re such a manager."

"That is literally my job."

The tablet chimed from the armchair.

[Rehearsal for upcoming concert: 20 minutes.]

Rias looked at the reminder, then back at Elisebeth, who had already rearranged the robe around her hips and was testing whether her breasts looked larger when she leaned forward or arched her back.

Normally, Rias would have reminded her that an upcoming concert wasn’t going to rehearse itself. She would have wrapped the robe around Elisebeth, dragged her toward the practice room, and ignored every complaint along the way.

Instead, she dismissed the notification, corrected the framing, and raised the phone again.

"Turn toward the light and lift the lower one slightly."

Elisebeth obeyed, cupping the underside of her breast and presenting its full curve toward the camera.

"Martin is going to love these."

"Tomorrow, you may choose one that doesn’t expose your nipples."

"One?"

"One."

"We’ll negotiate."

"We won’t."

Elisebeth swept her hair away from her cleavage and smiled as though the argument had already been decided in her favor.

Rias felt so bad for Martin that she didn’t mention rehearsal at all.