"Kashiwagi Eri-sensei, can you draw a proud older sister and a little shota story?"
"Young colt pulling a large cart!"
"We want to see a young colt pulling a large cart!"
"Kashiwagi-sensei, please, draw just a little more! Even one illustration is fine, please, I'm so eager..."
Sawamura Eriri glanced at the various comments under her account and tsundere-ly tossed her golden twin tails. Her little canine teeth gently bit her cherry lips.
"Hmph, what's so good about little shota!" Eriri muttered softly, instantly exposing her own preference.
"It's almost been a month since the last update... I can't go too long without posting. I should put in some extra effort these next two days and draw a new work."
At noon, when everyone else was at lunch, the blonde girl secretly hurried to the Art Club room. As the Art Club's super ace, she used her privilege to create a private small room for herself. No one was allowed to enter, nor could they disturb her creation process.
The Art Club members didn't find this strange; in fact, they greatly admired it! Not everyone could create such spirited and inspired artworks in an absolutely confined environment! Sawamura Eriri was a genius—this was the consensus of everyone in the Art Club.
But if they were ever lucky enough to enter this small room, they would be stunned to find it piled high with discarded drafts of her various doujinshi. On the desk, various adult toys were also set out.
"I forgot to put back the toy I borrowed from Mom last time." Her mother, Sawamura Sayuri, was also a veteran otaku and fully supported her daughter's hobby. In fact, her personal website and tankobon (collected volumes) were all managed and sold by her mother!
Eriri casually picked up an oval-shaped object, similar to a large pill, and began fiddling with it in her hand. Because it had a soft, silicone surface, kneading it was quite stress-relieving. Eriri didn't know when she'd developed the habit of holding and playing with it whenever she drew her doujinshi.
The girl sat in the chair, her long legs, clad in black thigh-high stockings, stretched out freely. The area of absolute territory between her skirt and stockings was full and pale. If it weren't for the pink object clutched in her slender fingers and her completely unladylike posture, the scene might have been quite beautiful.
"What genre should the new work be?" Eriri chewed on the end of her pen, feeling indecisive. While the Humiliation genre was what she loved and excelled at, she'd been considering trying a different type of doujinshi recently.
"Maybe I should look for inspiration..."
Eriri had just taken out her phone and logged onto the famous E-site to see if there were any decent works recently, when she vaguely heard a voice calling from outside.
"Is anyone here?"
Eriri's body suddenly jolted. Although she knew that no one would possibly barge in, she instinctively stuffed the object in her hand into her pocket. She also quickly put the small toys on the desk into a drawer.
The student outside called a few more times and then left when there was no answer. Eriri spaced out in the small room for a bit before getting up to leave.
"I should go up to the rooftop to get some fresh air and look for inspiration... After all, that's where many of my senpais fought their battles!" As a doujinshi artist, every time she stood on the rooftop, she felt an endless stream of inspiration gush forth!
"Huh, who locked the rooftop door today?"
"This isn't the entrance hall..." Eriri complained casually.
She was just about to leave when she suddenly heard some sounds...
"What is this..." Eriri's blue eyes widened instantly. She never imagined she would stumble upon such a scene in real life.
"How brazen..." Eriri, despite being a doujinshi author herself, instantly blushed crimson from pure embarrassment. After all, she was only a giant in theory.
Time passed. The sounds gradually disappeared. Eriri quickly ducked for cover. She originally wanted to leave immediately, but her initial curiosity made her want to see who had been battling on the rooftop.
The rooftop door opened. A pure-faced girl with a slight blush came into view.
"It's Yotsuya-san..." Eriri's eyes widened.
As she shifted her gaze, her blue eyes instantly narrowed when she saw the handsome little shota standing next to Yotsuya Miko, who didn't even reach her chest. Eriri nearly gasped aloud.
"Young colt pulling a large..." Eriri's mind instantly flashed back to the genre her readers were eagerly anticipating. She hadn't even drawn it, and yet she had witnessed it in real life...
And... are little shota this strong now?
Eriri's eyes lingered on the extremely handsome little shota, and she briefly thought she made eye contact with him.
"He saw me?"
Eriri shrank back in fright. She tried to calm her rapidly pounding heart, her mind racing with a plan. "I can't just run away right now. I should pretend to be passing by... that way, no one will be awkward!"
After taking a deep breath to calm herself, the girl tossed her golden twin tails and patted her pale cheeks. After Miko and the little shota descended, she walked past naturally.
"Oh, Yotsuya-san, good afternoon..." For Eriri, who had been feigning the role of an approachable ojou-sama for over a decade, putting on a perfectly timed surprised greeting was easy.
However, she might have been crouching for too long. Before she could finish her greeting, her legs suddenly gave out.
"Whoa, onee-san, are you okay?" The sound of her flat-chest hitting the floor was muffled.
Asa's voice was muffled. Asa made sure to only steady the girl by her waist.
But he still heard the familiar thud sound. Eriri, realizing what had happened, was mortified. She scrambled up, tossed out a quick Gomen nasai (I'm sorry), and fled.
She ran down several flights of stairs, returned to the Art Room, and sank into her chair, covering her face.
"Ahhh!"
"What was I just doing?"
She couldn't understand why, but her body had inexplicably felt strange just because the little shota's hand had briefly touched her waist.
A long while later, Eriri calmed down and felt inspiration gush like a spring. The plot for her next work instantly materialized in her mind.
"Well, at least I got something out of it," Eriri consoled herself.
But then, her expression suddenly turned to panic.
"Where is the little pill?"
"I distinctly put it in my pocket!"
She frantically turned both pockets inside out, but it was nowhere to be found.
"I'm finished. It must have fallen out when I tumbled..."
The thought that that thing had fallen out of her person left Eriri feeling utterly humiliated and despairing.
At the same time, Asa, having said goodbye to Miko, pulled the pink object from his pocket. His expression was strange.
"Eriri... carries this kind of thing around?"
"And why is it that everyone else picks up the remote control, but I pick up a pill..."
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