"You don't want people to know you're Kashiwagi Eriri, do you?"
Devil! She looked so innocent, but she was definitely a devil!
"Don't use lines from my doujinshi on me!" Eriri stared warily at Mashiro in front of her. "What… what do you want to do?"
Eriri hadn't expected Mashiro to have read her doujinshi, nor had she expected her to recognize her pen name just from her legitimate artworks.
Eriri had also fantasized about what would happen if her doujinshi were discovered at school. She had even drawn a doujinshi based on this inspiration.
But doujinshi aside, Eriri didn't want to encounter such a situation in reality.
The only thing that made Eriri relieved now was that Mashiro was a girl. Mashiro shouldn't do what was in her doujinshi… In her doujinshi, Mashiro would call a few thugs to strip her clothes and take photos.
After being threatened with photos, she would then be force-fed cream puffs by a group, every part of her body would be exploited, and she would have various things like 'hot weapon,' 'safe travels,' and tally marks written on her with hard-to-wash-off markers.
When she was broken and lying on the ground, sticky with disgusting fluids and disoriented, Mashiro would finally straddle her face and pour holy water…
A doujinshi would end with one such plotline. If a sequel were desired, it could involve walking around the school after class or being forced into compensated dating.
Gulp…
Eriri subconsciously swallowed. Although Mashiro obviously couldn't do what was in the doujinshi, Eriri was still very uneasy… At school, let alone doujinshi, Eriri didn't even dare to let others know about her otaku interests, let alone drawing doujinshi… And she was drawing slightly heavy-flavored humiliation doujinshi.
Previously, only one person in the entire school knew she was drawing doujinshi; now it was two.
"I've read your doujinshi," Mashiro said lightly. "If you don't want others to know, show me the rest."
"…Huh?" Eriri breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Mashiro say that. "You should have said so earlier… Let me be clear, I'll show you, but you can't tell anyone I'm drawing doujinshi."
"Mm."
Seeing Mashiro nod in agreement, Eriri opened her doujinshi on her phone and handed it to her. Mashiro took the phone and sat on a chair, flipping through it silently.
Gulp…
Eriri nervously swallowed. After all, sitting in front of her was a world-class genius painter. Although Eriri's talent in painting could also be called genius, she was still far inferior to Mashiro.
Eriri's doujinshi were all about humiliation and training. If her body was as pure as a white flower, then her sexual preference was as indescribable as Cthulhu. Basically, Eriri would read anything except for overly heavy content like dismemberment.
And Mashiro… Mashiro looked like a very innocent type. Was it really okay to show her this kind of thing? Would it really not corrupt her? Looking at the pure Mashiro flipping through the humiliation and training doujinshi she drew, Eriri inexplicably felt guilty.
After a while, Eriri, unable to bear it, took the initiative to ask tentatively. "Shiina-san… do you really like reading doujinshi?"
"Mm," Mashiro nodded. "I'm drawing doujinshi."
Phew…
Hearing Mashiro say that, Eriri finally relaxed. Although she didn't know why a world-class genius painter would like drawing doujinshi, as long as she liked doujinshi, they were fellow enthusiasts!
"Do you draw doujinshi? Can I see them?" Eriri asked excitedly. At school, Eriri always wore her Ojou-sama mask and never revealed her perverted interests… Let alone doujinshi, she would even pretend not to understand when others talked about manga. This was the first time she had met a fellow enthusiast at school!
"I don't have them on my phone. I'll have Ito send them over." Mashiro took out her phone and messaged Ito, asking him to send her the doujinshi drafts from her computer.
Soon after, Ito sent Mashiro's drafts, and Mashiro handed her phone over. Eriri took the phone curiously.
"Let me see, let me see… Uwaah, doujinshi with a female-oriented manga art style. They used to be rare but are gradually becoming more common now."
Doujinshi in the underground scene, like those in the mainstream, are clearly divided by male and female-oriented art styles. Eriri drew male-oriented doujinshi, while Mashiro drew female-oriented ones with a more beautiful and aesthetic style.
"You draw so well…" Eriri's expression was a bit complex. Although they were just drafts, as a fellow artist, Eriri could clearly feel that Mashiro was stronger than herself. And… the drawings were very realistic; even every bulging vein was drawn, not just the male lead's, but the female lead's were also drawn exceptionally finely.
Although they were all drafts, why was this… why were the parts where the two combined drawn so realistically? Could Mashiro actually be an experienced girl? Why was she so skilled!? How many doujinshi had she drawn? Or had she seen it with her own eyes? But Eriri couldn't very well ask about such things.
"Shiina-san, why do you want to draw doujinshi?"
After learning that they were fellow enthusiasts, Eriri relaxed. She pulled up a chair and sat beside Mashiro, asking curiously.
"I want to draw manga, so I'm practicing with doujinshi," Mashiro said lightly. After a pause, she handed her phone to Eriri. "Have you ever been bullied like this?"
Eriri glanced at the screen, where the broken female protagonist had every orifice tightly stuffed, and her mouth twitched.
"How could I possibly have been bullied like that!" Eriri paused. "Everything in doujinshi is fake. Are you saying, Shiina-san, that what you draw is what you've seen?"
"Mm, I've seen it."
"Exactly, how could you have seen it…? You've seen it?" Eriri looked at Mashiro in shock. After swallowing, Eriri asked tentatively, "Shiina-san… have you really seen it?"
Eriri's heart was pounding. In her mind, she could already picture a poker-faced Shiina-san attending an orgy.
"Mm, I've seen it. There's a model."
"I see."
Hearing Mashiro's words, Eriri breathed a sigh of relief. If the genius painter Shiina Mashiro were a promiscuous girl, Eriri felt her worldview would collapse. Nude models are also very normal models. Although Eriri wasn't short on money, she had never actually hired a nude model before.
"Is hiring a nude model expensive? Is it just you, Shiina-san? Or do you hire one with others?" Eriri asked curiously. In some art schools, it's quite normal for a class to hire one nude model for everyone to draw together.
"1 million yen per month."
"Uwah, that expensive?" Although somewhat surprised, Eriri hadn't had contact with it and didn't understand, but a million yen was nothing to Mashiro. "Every month? Is it long-term with unlimited sessions? Is it just you, Shiina-san, or with others?"
"With others." Mashiro lifted her face and tilted her head, looking at Eriri. "Do you want to come along?"
Facing Mashiro's invitation, Eriri's eyes lit up. Although Eriri had many friends at school, those were friends she made while wearing her Ojou-sama mask. None of those friends truly knew Eriri's hobbies. And now… Mashiro not only liked doujinshi but also drew them!
However… if it were just Mashiro alone, it would be fine, but now that Mashiro was with others, Eriri hesitated. Her identity as Kashiwagi Eriri was only known to her parents; even the other club members didn't know. Eriri had always communicated with them online, and even when selling doujinshi at Comiket, Eriri would put on makeup and quietly watch from the side.
The people with Mashiro must also be from the doujinshi circle. What would she do if someone then said, "You don't want people to know you're Kashiwagi Eriri, do you?" Especially since she drew humiliation doujinshi with a slightly heavy flavor. If her identity were exposed, her school life would be over!
But… that's a nude model! As a doujinshi artist who had never truly seen the body of the opposite sex with her own eyes, curiosity made Eriri feel like ants were crawling all over her!
"Shiina-san, can you keep my secret? Don't tell the people we draw with about my identity." Eriri swallowed and then asked tentatively.
"No problem. Do you want to participate?"
Seeing Mashiro nod in agreement, Eriri's blue eyes sparkled, and then she nodded without hesitation.
"I'll participate!"
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