“Ero-manga Sensei, can you draw a haughty older sister with a little boy?”
“Small horse pulling big cart!”
“We want to see small horse pulling big cart!”
“Sensei, please, just one more page, just one image, I’m begging you, I’m so itchy…”
Eriri Sawamura glanced at the comments under her account and flicked her golden twin tails with a tsundere huff.
Her small fangs nibbled lightly at her cherry lips.
“Hmph, what’s so great about little boys anyway?”
Her muttering instantly exposed her preferences.
“It’s been almost a month since my last update…
I can’t delay any longer.
Time to push through and finish the new work!”
…
Noon.
Seizing the opportunity while everyone else was at lunch, the golden-haired girl slipped into the art clubroom.
As the club’s undisputed ace, she had used her privileges to create a private workspace—completely off-limits to others, ensuring no interruptions to her creative process.
Far from finding this strange, the other club members admired her dedication.
Not everyone could produce such inspired works in total isolation!
That Eriri was a genius was an undisputed fact among them.
But had any of them been fortunate enough to peek inside her sanctum, they would have been stunned to discover—it was filled with discarded draft pages of her doujinshi.
And on the desk…
Various “tools” lay scattered about.
“Ah, I forgot to return the props I borrowed from Mom last time…”
Her mother, Sayuri, was a veteran otaku herself—and fully supportive of her daughter’s hobby.
In fact, Sayuri managed Eriri’s personal website and handled sales of her published works!
Casually picking up an oval, pill-shaped object, Eriri absentmindedly toyed with it in her hand.
Made of soft silicone, it was oddly satisfying to squeeze.
At some point, she had developed the habit of fiddling with it whenever she worked on her doujinshi.
Seated at her desk, her long legs—clad in black thigh-high socks—stretched out lazily, the plump, milky skin of her absolute territory peeking between her skirt and stockings.
Had it not been for the pink “pill” clutched in her fingers and her utterly unrefined posture, the scene might have been picturesque.
“What theme should the new work be?”
Biting the end of her pen, Eriri agonized over the decision.
While humiliation was her specialty and personal favorite, she had been considering branching out into other genres recently.
“Maybe I should look for inspiration…”
Just as she pulled out her phone to browse a certain Ecchi-site for recent releases, a faint voice called from outside.
“Is anyone there?”
Eriri’s body jolted violently.
Though she knew no one would barge in, she instinctively stuffed everything in her hands into her pockets.
The toys on the desk were hastily shoved into a drawer.
After a few unanswered calls, the outsider left.
Dazed for a moment, Eriri eventually stood up to leave. New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
“I’ll get some fresh air on the rooftop…
and maybe find inspiration.
After all, it’s a hallowed battleground for countless senpais!”
As a doujinshi artist, standing on that rooftop never failed to flood her with ideas!
“Huh?
Why’s the rooftop door locked today?”
“This isn’t the genkan…”
She muttered under her breath.
Just as she turned to leave, certain sounds reached her ears.
Ahhh~ Annnh~ Ahhh~
“This is…!”
Eriri’s sapphire eyes widened to their limits.
Never had she imagined witnessing this in real life.
“So bold…!”
Despite being a professional doujinshi artist, Eriri’s face burned crimson with maidenly embarrassment.
After all, she was only a theoretical pervert.
Time passed.
The noises gradually faded.
Eriri quickly hid herself.
She had considered leaving immediately—but curiosity about the rooftop’s occupants kept her rooted in place.
The door creaked open.
A face entered her view—soft features tinged with a faint post-coital glow.
“Yotsuya-san?!”
Her beautiful eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
When her gaze shifted to the exceptionally handsome little boy standing beside Yotsuya—barely reaching her chest—Eriri’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
She barely stifled a gasp.
“Small horse pulling…!”
The very scenario her readers clamored for flashed through her mind.
Who would have thought she’d encounter it in real life before even drawing it?
And…
“Since when are little boys this skilled?!”
Her stare lingered on the little boy’s striking features—until she swore their eyes met for an instant.
“Did he see me?!”
Panicked, she ducked back.
Heart pounding wildly, her thoughts remained eerily calm.
“Running now would be suspicious…
That way, no one feels awkward!”
After steadying her breathing, she flicked her golden twin tails and patted her flushed cheeks.
As Yotsuya and the little boy descended, Eriri walked past them with perfect nonchalance.
“Oh?
Yotsuya-san, good afternoon…”
Having spent over a decade perfecting the “approachable ojou-sama” act, feigning polite surprise came effortlessly.
But—perhaps from crouching too long—her legs abruptly gave out mid-sentence.
“Nee-chan, are you okay?”
Flat-chest impact!
The little boy’s voice came out muffled.
Kouma did his best to only support her waist but the familiar buzzing sound still reached his ears.
Realizing what had happened, Eriri turned beet red.
Scrambling up with a hasty “Gomennasai!”, she fled like a startled rabbit.
Only after sprinting several floors did she collapse back into her art room chair, covering her face in utter mortification.
“AAAAH!”
“What was I even doing?!”
She couldn’t comprehend why just having a little boy touch her waist had triggered such a strange reaction.
Eventually calming down, inspiration suddenly gushed forth—her next work’s plot crystallizing instantly.
“Well…
at least I got something out of it.”
She tried to console herself.
Then…
Her expression froze in horror.
“Where’s the little pill?!”
“I definitely put it in my pocket earlier!”
Frantically turning her pockets inside out yielded nothing.
“No way…
it must have fallen out when I tripped!”
The sheer shame of losing that item in public nearly crushed her soul.
…
Meanwhile…
After parting ways with Miko, Kouma pulled a pink pill from his pocket.
His expression was complicated.
“Eriri carries this around with her?”
“And why is it that others find remotes…
while I find pills?”
…