Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

True Artistry (Nagatoro)

Commission

Themes: Nudity, Rough Sex, Titjob

Summary: After Senpai and Nagatoro get together, Hana finds herself at loose ends. She's happy for them, but also a bit lonely. That is until a brand new Senpai shows up interested in joining the Art Club!

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Sitting there in the otherwise empty art club, staring at the blank white canvas on the easel in front of her, Hana Sunomiya is finally forced to admit the truth… she’s feeling a bit lonely recently. And also, it’s starting to really affect her artwork. Normally she could just turn her feelings into art and be fine, but she’d been staring at this canvas for the past twenty minutes now and hadn’t even made the first stroke.

The worst part is, she knows the issue too… and there’s nothing to be done about it. Senpai and Nagatoro have gotten together properly at long last. After watching them basically beat around the bush for so long from the sidelines, Hana was actually wholeheartedly in favor of them finally being a couple, despite Nagatoro’s initial assumptions about Hana being a rival.

And really, Senpai still made time to come by the club room often enough… just not as often as before. Nothing had REALLY changed by and large, but that didn’t stop Hana from feeling a strange sense of longing in her chest. Like she was missing something even though she had lost absolutely nothing.

She-

“Ah… hello? Is this the club room for the art club?”

Blinking owlishly, Hana looks up to see a young man stepping into the room, running a hand through his hair somewhat sheepishly. She immediately clocks that he’s about a year older than her… and she’s never seen him before. However, she had heard a rumor about a new student transferring in this past week. Could this be him?

Either way, she quickly stands up and makes sure to bow at the waist to him.

“A-Ah! Senpai… yes, this is in fact where the art club meets… may I inquire as to why you wished to know?”

When she looks up again, he just scratches at his cheek somewhat bashfully.

“Well, I was told I had to choose some sort of club or else I’d be in trouble. And art is always something I’ve been interested in but not really had time for. So…”

Hana’s eyes are alight with excitement. A new member of the club?! And a new Senpai to boot!

“Yes. You should definitely join the club. Please, come and sit over here and show me your art!”

“Wha- I couldn’t possibly use your canvas, that would be- oh, its blank…”

Blushing, Hana doesn’t look her new Senpai in the eye, even as she forces a sketch pencil into his hand.

“Please… make something beautiful for me!”

Her Senpai’s hand grips down tightly around the pencil, and for a moment he gets this determined look in his eye. But then there’s a long, pregnant pause where he doesn’t bother putting pencil to page. Finally, his shoulders slump and he lets out a sheepish laugh.

“I… honestly don’t have a single clue of what to draw. I’m drawing a total blank here.”

Ah. It would seem that in her haste and passion, she’s made him nervous. Hana bites her lower lip for a moment, feeling guilty for trying to rush her new Senpai into things. But then a thought comes to mind… what would her older cousin do in this situation? And really, the answer to that question was blatantly obvious.

“W-Well, when you’re drawing a blank on what to draw, the President of the Art Club always says the best subject… is the nude human body!”

Her new Senpai stares at her in shock.

“Wha-?”

But before he can question her, Hana elaborates… by busting open her own top, revealing her bra-clad tits.

“Don’t worry, I’ll happily be your model!”

Without hesitation, Hana proceeds to strip naked right there in front of her Senpai, getting nude and baring it all right in the middle of the club room. Honestly, as confident as she might appear outwardly… inwardly, Hana is nervous as all hell about this. She learned it from her cousin of course, who was much more confident than she was. But… fake it till you make it, right?

Put simply, if her new Senpai had at any point demanded that she put her clothes back on, she probably would have… just like that time she’d shown her chest to her other Senpai and Nagatoro, only for them both to gang up on her and demand she get redressed. She’d done so without hesitation then… but this time around, her newest Senpai doesn’t say a word. He just stares at her, gobsmacked, mouth agape.

Slowly, keeping herself in his field of view, Hana moves out to stand in front of him and the canvas. Then, she beams brightly, clasping her hands together in front of her.

“Please! My cousin always says that the body is the window to the soul! Draw me so that you and I might get to know one another better! Don’t hold back! I wish to see myself as you see me!”

In the face of her impassioned speech, her Senpai swallows thickly, looking between her and the blank white canvas in front of him.

“Ah… alright, I suppose.”

Hana’s eyes light up as he begins drawing her naked body. She stands perfectly still of course, hands clasped in front of her, chest pushed together by her arms, legs together but feet slightly apart. She watches as he switches between her and his drawing multiple times, studying her as the sketch pencil swishes across the canvas. She longs to see what he’s doing, but of course, she doesn’t want to disrupt his flow. That would be a cardinal sin, after all!

Finally though, he pulls back and swallows nervously.

“Uh… the sketch is done?”

Without missing a beat, Hana all but prances over. Still naked, her tits bouncing all over the place, she excitedly comes to stand at his side and look at his sketch of hers. What she sees immediately makes her breath hitch as she studies the linework he’s done up of her naked body. He really managed to capture the essence of her. Although… it was lacking a certain something, she quickly realized.

“Not bad at all, Senpai. You definitely have a talent for art, don’t you?”

“Aha, well I-!”

“But it’s missing something even still! A special ingredient!”

Her Senpai blinks at her, looking confused for a moment… until Hana abruptly drops to her knees in front of him and begins the process of freeing his cock from its confines.

“W-Whoa! What are you doing?!”

Looking up at her Senpai adoringly, Hana smiles.

“I’m helping you out, Senpai. As your kouhai, it’s my duty to help you take your art to the next level. In this case… the missing ingredient in your sketch of me… is LOVE! I’m going to help you acquire it, if it’s the last thing I do!”

As soon as she has his cock out and in her hands, noting its size and the fact that he’s already rock hard thanks to her nudity, Hana wastes no time in squishing his dick between her rather large breasts. Again, if he said or did anything to indicate he didn’t want this, Hana probably would have stopped. Despite the confident act she was currently performing, that didn’t change the fact that it was still just an act.

Internally, her heart is pounding a hundred miles a minute, and she thinks he might be able to feel it given how his throbbing, hot cock is right up against her sternum. She can hardly believe she’s doing something like this, especially since it’s her first time. She’s never even had a kiss!

And yet… something about it feels oh so very right. Hana has always considered her older cousin to be a wise woman. She’s always idolized Sana and wanted nothing more than to be like her. So yes, she’s channeling her cousin’s overwhelming confidence in this moment… and much to Hana’s amazement and pleasure, it actually seems to be working!

As she gives her new Senpai a proper titfuck, sliding her breasts up and down his pulsating length, he in turn leans back in the chair, groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck… you’re crazy…”

She doesn’t think he means it negatively, so she doesn’t stop. In fact, while his tone is colored by disbelief, it also seems like he’s really enjoying what she’s doing. Especially since… well, it doesn’t take long at all before he lets out an even louder groan than any previous.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna blow!”

Hana’s eyes light up and she hastily picks up the pace. She also leans forward and wraps her lips around the bulbous head of her Senpai’s cock… and much to her excitement and pleasure, that seems to do the trick. A moment later and he grunts as he cums in her mouth, causing her to swallow every last drop of his seed as she feels his balls churning against the underside of her massive boobs.

And yet… rather than be satisfied, she feels like she needs to go a step further, more than ever. That longing she’d been feeling before seems to be fading, but at the same time, it’s not enough… not nearly enough.

Best of all, when she looks down at her Senpai’s cock… he’s not going soft. His member twitches between her titties but doesn’t actually droop. He’s still hard, which means he wants to go a step further just as much as she does!

Hopping up to her feet, Hana grabs the edge of the easel, staring right at the sketch of her naked and thrusts her ass out towards him, her glistening wet pussy lips visible betwixt her thighs.

“You need to go all the way, Senpai!”

“W-What?!”

“It’s the only way you’ll truly feel the LOVE you need to be an exceptional artist!”

For a second, she thinks this might be where he finally draws the line. It would make sense. But instead, much to Hana’s delight… he suddenly lurches out of his chair and grabs her by her hips, slamming into her from behind with a guttural growl.

“Fuck! You honestly seemed so demure at first… but I guess this is who you really are… heh, I kind of like it.”

Hana’s eyes widen and her face goes crimson at that. Luckily he doesn’t see it, seeing as she’s turned away from him. Yes… yes, this was who she truly was, wasn’t it? All her life, Hana had tried to be polite and respectful, the perfect woman by society’s standards.

But that wasn’t exactly how her cousin was, no? Sure, Sana was a serious, stern, and responsible woman… but she was also free with herself and her desires! Free with her body and her nudity most of all! In that regard… Hana wants to be like her cousin. She wants to be like her so bad it hurts.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Passionately moaning up a storm as her new Senpai fucks her hard from behind, Hana’s tits sway forcefully from how hard he’s pounding into her pussy. That is, until he reaches around and grabs them up, his growling right next to her ear and his hands kneading and fondling her tits like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y-Yes! Don’t hold back, Senpai! Don’t let up, not even for a second! Give it to me! Give me all of your LOVE! Make me really feel every inch of your passion! This is how you unlock the next level! This is how you get in the proper mind space to make TRUE art!”

Tossing her head back along his shoulder, Hana cries out as she cums hard all over his cock. Her orgasm causes her pussy walls to clench and flex along his pistoning dick… which in turn seems to be what finally tips him over the edge as well.

“Fuuuuck!”

Groaning at the top of his lungs, her Senpai proceeds to paint Hana’s insides white, his seed this time winding up deep in her womb and coating her love tunnel, rather than in her belly. In both cases, Hana can feel the intimacy between the two of them has truly transcended to a fresh new level. Having her Senpai’s seed in both her stomach and her cunt at the same time… that’s something special, for sure.

As he slowly pulls back out of her and collapses back into his chair, panting heavily, Hana holds onto the easel for a long moment, staring at the sketch art of her naked and clasping her hands in front of her. It really is a startlingly good piece of linework… but it’s not finished. And Hana has to admit, she wants to see what it will look like once it’s done, now that her Senpai has truly experienced all the love she has to offer.

Shakily, Hana grabs up a paint brush and puts it in her Senpai’s hand, looking him in the eye as he blinks in confusion.

“Now you have to finish, Senpai. Paint me. Show me what you’ve learned about me, what you’ve seen in the depths of my soul.”

She’s deadly serious as she speaks, and her meaning seems to get through to her Senpai because he slowly nods. Moving behind him, Hana drapes her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, her breasts pushing up against the back of his head. She’s not sure what will come of their coupling. She hopes it will have worked, but she can’t say for certain.

Still, as an hour and some change goes by, Hana watches as her new Senpai paints the linework he’d done and turns his sketch of her into an actual colorful masterpiece. She watches as the original artwork, a good but not great piece, slowly comes to life under his talented brush strokes.

Biting her lower lip, Hana sees a world in the painting of her that her Senpai makes. Her painted self is the embodiment of femininity and also sexuality. It’s like her Senpai said. He’d thought her to be demure at first but had come to learn about the real her. It comes through in the painting he makes of her quite well, with her naked visage somehow managing to straddle the line perfectly between naïve innocence and depraved yearning.

The way her hands are clasped together in front of her in the painting, it almost feels like she was asking for it even back then, though she hadn’t thought she was originally. Through his art, her new Senpai is teaching Hana things she didn’t even know about herself!

“That’s… that’s wonderful, Senpai. I can already see the difference in your artwork. I can already see how much you see of me and my true soul!”

“… I just painted what came naturally, to be honest. And frankly, with your tits pressed against the back of my head, what came naturally was definitely sexual in nature.”

Hana giggles. Her Senpai was quite the jokester, wasn’t he?

“Ah… you know what this means Senpai?”

“Hm?”

“It means we’ll be doing the same thing again tomorrow! With this technique, we can continue improving your artwork! Who knows how high you can reach?!”

“… Yeah, alright.”

Hana beams. Her new Senpai was perfect in every possible way…