She appears among the cedar trees. A tube dress that bares her chest and accentuates her collarbones is draped in an alluring air. Risako lies across a fallen log, surrendering herself to the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches. You are standing now on the boundary between fantasy and reality.

At twilight, Risako, draped in a long robe, dances quietly. A melancholy for the end of the day drifts through the air, and a sudden urge to gently nestle close to someone wells up. In the silence of the encroaching darkness, she softly invites you, "It's getting dark, shall we head home?"

“What if Kurumi Miyajima were right there beside you in your everyday life?” Born from that simple idea, this digital photobook brings you closer to her than ever before. A warm, approachable moment glimpsed in an art supply store. A shy smile in the art room. A quiet, unguarded moment in the kitchen. Her playful excitement in a garden at sunset. Across these different settings, what the camera captures is not Kurumi Miyajima the gravure idol, but Kurumi Miyajima as though she were part of your everyday life. Her captivating eyes and irresistible smile remain as charming as ever, yet every turn of the page reveals a new side of her—from the natural, unfiltered atmosphere of a fleeting moment to unexpectedly mature expressions that make your heart skip a beat. Each photograph captures a different facet of her charm, naturally drawing you deeper into her world. As Kurumi herself says, “I think this is the most natural I’ve ever been in a photoshoot.” This photobook is filled with the relaxed, authentic appeal of Kurumi Miyajima just as she is. Every time you see her, you want to see her again. This is a book that captures Kurumi as she is today in all her irresistible magnetism.

Tsumugi walks along a somehow nostalgic narrow lane in a town with a fishing harbor. Her long skirt sways in the wind. Bathed in sunlight, her I-cup breasts come alive. A brisk breeze carrying the scent of the sea blows through, letting her hair flow softly. The sweet lingering fragrance drifts over and gently brushes against me.

Tsumugi, clad in a bodysuit, reclines languidly on a bed bathed in the light of early afternoon. Her supple figure, honed through ballet, traces soft curves as it speaks to the viewer. Her gaze draws close, as if she were about to share a secret.

Sunset at the pier. Tsumugi sits on a tetrapod in her red camisole dress, surrendering herself to the sea breeze. The hem of her dress sways unexpectedly, her absolute territory peeking in and out of view.

Tsumugi, defenselessly wearing her oversized hoodie in a room. Playfully roughhousing on the bed, your face suddenly draw close. Your gaze intertwines, and time stands still. That tiny distance between you squeezes tight deep within the chest.

At the hot spring, a strapless bra boldly frees her décolletage, and your gaze is naturally drawn to Tsumugi's curves. Wet hair clings to her skin, her expression carrying a somewhat mischievous allure. There stands Tsumugi, hailed as "the ultimate supreme body of the Reiwa era."

Soft light filtered through the shoji screens into the Japanese-style room, bare of anything superfluous. Tsumugi slowly hooks her fingers under her waist cord, and with a hesitant gesture, the fabric comes undone. In the next moment, the curves that are set free come into full view.

In this scene, Tsumugi is dressed in an outfit reminiscent of a secretary, exuding an embracing warmth that seems ready to accept your every wish. The black bikini accentuates her gentle body lines, and simply gazing at her is enough to make one's composure come undone.

On the sun-dappled beach, Tsumugi breaks into an innocent smile as she splashes water at you. She wears a daring high-leg swimsuit with a somewhat bondage-inspired look. The vertical split of her neckline naturally draws the gaze down into her cleavage, making it impossible to look away from her dazzling presence.

Tsumugi stands on the pier, draped in a mesh dress. The bikini hidden beneath peeks through faintly, and in the gently unraveling flow of time, your silhouettes quietly merge as they dissolve into the setting sun.

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.

Your gaze slides as if drawn irresistibly to Tsumugi's exposed nape, revealed by her yukata. Through the soft gap in her yukata, the bare skin of her inner thigh peeks out. Her fingertips trail along her own thigh—she no longer has any intention of hiding anything.

Her paternal grandfather’s Russian roots give her pale, almost translucent skin and deep, striking eyes that feel unlike those of a typical Japanese beauty. This work draws out the exotic beauty of her appearance without relying on excessive staging. That is the theme of *Natural Self*. Set in a bayfront studio, the book moves through five different spaces — a living room, bedroom, loft, bar counter, and more — as “a slightly spicier, more seductive Sasha, unlike anything seen before,” is quietly but unmistakably set free. As a “gravure idol artist” who also pours her passion into illustration, Sasha brings a rich imagination of her own. In this volume, that imagination is elevated into a more provocative form of expression than she has ever shown before.

“Tanbi” refers to a spirit of surrendering oneself deeply to beauty itself, pursuing beauty with single-minded devotion. The title *Tanbiroku* carries the wish for this book to be not something consumed in a single moment, but “a photo book meant to be appreciated,” one in which new discoveries emerge the more it is viewed. Set in a Western-style mansion standing in Honmoku, Yokohama, the book follows Maki Shinkai as she reveals a bewitching atmosphere across five different spaces, showcasing her striking G-cup figure and sharply defined waist, shaped through her daily training. A coordinated outfit pairing a tight skirt with garter belts brings out “a different side of her,” while in the undressing scene she herself confidently recommends, saying she “looks beautiful,” her sensual neckline quietly, yet unmistakably, captures the viewer’s gaze. It is a volume in which the expressive power unique to a former idol blends seamlessly with the atmosphere of an old Western mansion.