Risako lowers the zipper at her chest, letting a glimpse of her black bra peek out. She climbs the stairs and looks down at you. She tilts her hips with her miniskirt hem as it is, thrusting her innocent curves toward you. You hold your breath at that razor-thin boundary between seeing and not seeing.

Risako wears a tank top and stiletto heels, sitting on the edge of a chair, writhing seductively. Her lower half is clad in a high-cut T-back, generously showing off from both front and back. When you peek at the bed through the canopy, the sweet slope from the swell of her buttocks down to her thighs torments you with its allure.

Risako, in a white bikini and hot pants, talks to you in the garden with carefree innocence. When she puffs out her ample chest, the delicate lines of her ribs emerge at the same time. You love the contours that rise on her translucent skin. Your eyes are captivated by the boundary between that fullness and delicacy.

Amid the roar of the sea, Risako murmurs something toward the horizon, but the words are swept away by the wind. Before long the sun begins to tilt, and her beautiful figure is dyed in the colors of the sunset, flushing with radiance. Perhaps she has been asking the setting sun to beautifully lay you bare.

Risako stands on the veranda in glossy red micro shorts. She shows off the voluptuous, well-defined curves from her waist to hips—a true Coca-Cola bottle line. The sound of cicadas can be heard. "Let's take it easy today," she says cutely.

Risako opens the curtain with a "Hey, hey," luring you into the tent. She gets on all fours in her seamless outfit. She squeezes her arms together, and her ample, voluptuous breasts spill out. She is a little temptress who shamelessly wields her blessed proportions.

Even though she's just wandering around the neighborhood, Tsumugi is wearing a cropped T-shirt with no bra. As she acts innocently while flashing the undersides of her breasts, it's you who ends up feeling flustered. Every time she stretches up on her tiptoes, you find yourself not knowing where to look.

The title "PICTURA" reflects our intention to create a work that will be cherished for years to come as a piece of art, rather than consumed as fleeting digital content. In shots featuring passionate crimson lingerie, for example, the contrast between her porcelain-smooth skin and the vivid red captivates the viewer's eye. We also employed lighting that emphasizes the interplay of light and shadow, along with high-definition retouching techniques that let you feel the subject's every breath. Our goal was to create "gravure meant to be admired" — delivering an immersive, gallery-like experience even through a smartphone screen.

Amid the roar of the sea, Risako murmurs something toward the horizon, but the words are swept away by the wind. Before long the sun begins to tilt, and her beautiful figure is dyed in the colors of the sunset, flushing with radiance. Perhaps she has been asking the setting sun to beautifully lay you bare.

Risako opens the curtain with a "Hey, hey," luring you into the tent. She gets on all fours in her seamless outfit. She squeezes her arms together, and her ample, voluptuous breasts spill out. She is a little temptress who shamelessly wields her blessed proportions.

Risako stands on the veranda in glossy red micro shorts. She shows off the voluptuous, well-defined curves from her waist to hips—a true Coca-Cola bottle line. The sound of cicadas can be heard. "Let's take it easy today," she says cutely.

Risako, in a white bikini and hot pants, talks to you in the garden with carefree innocence. When she puffs out her ample chest, the delicate lines of her ribs emerge at the same time. You love the contours that rise on her translucent skin. Your eyes are captivated by the boundary between that fullness and delicacy.

Risako lowers the zipper at her chest, letting a glimpse of her black bra peek out. She climbs the stairs and looks down at you. She tilts her hips with her miniskirt hem as it is, thrusting her innocent curves toward you. You hold your breath at that razor-thin boundary between seeing and not seeing.

Narumi peeks her face through the white curtains of the balcony with a beaming smile. She won't tell you what she's plotting. Wrapped in pure white lingerie, she crawls into your bed, occasionally flashing her T-back panties.