Falling in Love with a Sick Girlfriend Twenty Years Younger Than Me

"The other party tried their best to get under the hem of their clothes to take pictures of Fat Times..."

"I see...it's really difficult for you."

"Well......"

Being harassed by a woman who looks about ten years old but is actually in her twenties... I'm afraid it's a very difficult experience.

From the bottom of my heart, I admire Asuna's attitude of not breaking out.

Just as we were sobbing about this, Ms. Tsukishima suddenly stopped working and reappeared from behind the counter.

"What are you muttering about? The photo is ready."

"So fast!!"*2

It's only been less than 3 minutes, right?Could it be that she is really a PS master? ? ?

"Tsk, this is still slow. Come and see if this works? If possible, I will print it for you."

"Let me see......"

I took a piece of paper about 4K in size from her hand, and I observed it carefully.

By the way, it's such a big piece of paper...wouldn't it seem like a waste?

"--Um!?"

"Oh!! Uncle! This, is this me? I feel so much prettier!!"

"No, the cuteness on both sides is about the same... But, is this really the photo from just now!? There's too much difference between the front and the back!!"

"How is it? Is my modification technique good?"

Ms. Tsukishima's cheeks were stained with a blush from excitement, but she still admitted her superb skills without politeness.From this point of view, she is capable and will be proud of her ability.

So, praise her more.

"It's not only good! It's like being a professional artist!... No, it's impossible for a professional artist to make such perfect changes in such a short period of time! Your skills are simply amazing. Skill!!"

"Hoohoo! That's it! We are the strongest!!"

Hey, hey, Miss Tsukishima.Is your nose getting longer like Pinocchio?Confidence is good, but don't be conceited, yo?

Leaving the store manager alone, I took back the paper with the photo printed on it, and Asuna and I carefully appreciated it.

"The more you look at this photo, the more beautiful it becomes, uncle, how about we print this one?"

"Well, okay. But, she processed this one so fast, how many more should we ask her to help with?"

"Great idea! Let me see what other pictures look good!"

Asuna excitedly ran to the counter to choose photos, while I shook my head with a smile and continued to look at the photos in my hand.

Hmm...the more it looks the better.

The afternoon sun was still dazzling, but after the treatment, instead of covering Asuna's expression, it passed through the blooming cherry blossoms in a soothing way, and lightly shone on her hair.

In an instant, Asuna changed from a lively and playful little girl next door to a gentle and intellectual woman.Blooming cherry blossoms, the girl's gently fluttering lips, and the pure white kimono with cherry blossom patterns...all of these are as beautiful as fairies in people's fantasy.

--what?

In the photo, there is an inconspicuous black spot on Asuna's clothes. Is it a problem with the camera, or is it accidentally stained with dust?

I carefully dusted the place with my fingers, and it flicked away easily.

Sure enough, it accidentally fell on the dust.There is so much dust in the store, it's time to clean it up.

However, this is the store manager's own problem, so I won't worry about that.

Continue to look at the photos, look at the photos——

"......Um?"

I wanted to continue looking at the photos, but suddenly felt something was wrong.But I went back and forth on the photo several times, and I didn't find anything wrong.

Except for the place I dusted just now.

Is it my illusion?I always feel that the place where the kimono is printed there is a bit gray.

......Um?

Dirty after wiping?

When the store manager was processing photos behind the counter, I suddenly remembered the "rustling" sound from time to time.

......

Difficult to say! ?

A frightening thought flooded into my mind, and my expression when I looked at the photo instantly became horrified.

Stretching out my right hand tremblingly, I gently wiped the place I just brushed.

As I expected, the place was even more blurred.

"...What the hell?"

This, this is it! ?