A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 100

Chapter 100 : A New Problem

“The night was too damn long…”

The morning after the deed, having stayed up nearly all night, I got up and muttered to myself.

My body felt as heavy as a ton of bricks.

Honestly, I wanted to pass out and sleep more, but with the motel’s checkout time approaching, I had no choice but to drag myself out of bed.

My lower body ached. It was as if what was down there didn’t even belong to me anymorea strange sensation, like it was operating on its own. 

(Damn, so your lower parts can ache like this.) For a while, I sat there in a daze, experiencing this bizarre feeling for the first time.

Then I thought to myself.

(Two people is tough…)

Yeah, two is tough. Really tough.

Normally, I was the one who came out on top in bed. Their climax cycles were shorter, and at least in terms of stamina, I had the upper hand.

So, I thought this time would be like the last even with two, I figured I could manage if I pushed myself a bit.

…Completely wrong.

The difference between one and two was astronomical. The stamina drain increased exponentially with two.

The biggest issue was that I couldn’t rest.

For example, let’s say I had four “shots” loaded, and I fired two at each person. Normally, those two shots would be enough to satisfy one person.

Since it’s continuous, their stamina would be depleted, and they’d feel fulfilled.

But with two people? That doesn’t work. While I’m with one, the other gets a break!

So, while I’m going at it, the other one’s basically recharging their “capacity” by +1…

Naturally, I had to fire an extra shot.

Repeating that process a few times left me utterly exhausted.

(Scary creatures…)

I glanced at the two women getting dressed nearby. I could really feel the intensity of the “women’s” libido in this reversed world.

“Wow, that was pretty fun. Wanna do it again sometime?”

“...Maybe later.”

Eunbyeol grinned and asked. I waved her off vaguely.

A threesome is best left as a one-time experience. People who do this regularly must be lunatics.

They say most ancient emperors died young… probably for this reason.

Those crazy bastards, screwing palace maids every day no wonder they didn’t live long.

Anyway, we cleaned up roughly and headed out.

We stopped by a soup restaurant for a quick meal and then parted ways. Thankfully, the two women didn’t clash during that time.

In fact, they chatted and laughed together several times.

Looks like physical intimacy was the answer after all.

Once you see each other naked, it’s hard not to feel closer. What a joyous thing.

So, if you want to get close to someone awkward, strip down and get physical. That’ll do the trick.

“See ya.”

“Bye~”

“Catch you later.”

With a chuckle, I headed home.

First, I needed sleep…

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Now then.

With this, the biggest issue seemed to be resolved.

The tricky problem of “two-timing” was smoothed over without a hitch.

No, it might even be called a massive success.

I fulfilled one of every man’s fantasies a threesome and the two of them exchanged numbers without any conflict.

A success. A grand success.

(Now my house won’t turn into a slaughterhouse.)

Honestly, I was worried about getting stabbed someday. Luckily, they seemed to have somewhat accepted each other.

That’s good enough. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my chest.

“…”

But that didn’t mean all problems were solved.

Life is one big chaotic party of problems, and even if you solve one, another comes crashing in.

Unlike manga or anime, there’s no “happily ever after” ending after resolving a major conflict.

As long as you’re breathing, life goes on, and I had to work to survive.

…Yeah, work.

After having fun, it was time to return to daily life.

I had to work to live tomorrow. And this time, the problem was with work.

“…Hoo.”

I uploaded Episode 2 of (S-Virus) and let out a deep sigh.

Thankfully, this episode had plenty of content, a solid story, and I was confident it delivered on the “arousal” factor.

Still, the reason for my sigh was that there was a sacrifice in the story.

(I ended up killing them.)

Who did I kill? My avatar.

Without anyone noticing, I killed off my avatar in the story.

It was just one panel, barely visible, obscured by a horde of zombies, as I retired them from the stage.

It was a character a lot of people liked, but it had to be done.

(It was just a character I threw in for fun anyway.)

It wasn’t even meant to be a major character. Just something to fill empty space.

So, even if others liked it, it was better to remove it quickly.

Keeping an unplanned character could mess up the entire story.

After posting, I checked the reactions for a while.

This episode depicted the protagonists, trapped in a subway in the previous episode, escaping as soon as the next station opened.

They dodged zombies rushing in as soon as the doors opened and made it to the surface.

Naturally, there were many sacrifices along the way.

Some women were gang-raped by infected male zombies, while some men were forcibly turned into harems by female zombies.

Unlike the last episode, where I held back on the sex scenes to establish the world, this time I went all out.

I drew it with maximum arousal in mind, so it should get a reaction from the audience’s “lower parts.”

[“Lmao, so hot lol”]

[“Please send me there, pleasepleaseplease T_T”]

[“I wanna get ravaged by guys like that…”]

Thankfully, the comments were overwhelmingly positive. As expected from a lewd manga, the reactions were a bit unhinged… but as long as they were good, that’s fine.

(Good, no one’s mentioning the dead character)

I let out a sigh of relief.

I was worried someone would freak out about why I killed them off, but there wasn’t even a peep.

Well, it makes sense. It’s only Episode 2, so there’s no attachment to characters yet, and there were a lot of initial characters.

One or two disappearing wouldn’t stand out.

Even if someone noticed, no one would go crazy over a few dead extras.

Anyway, after checking the reactions, I flopped onto my bed.

Feeling proud of finishing today’s work, I was ready to laze around.

I was about to dive into the sea of YouTube, grinning.

*Ding!*

My phone chimed with a notification.

Checking the top bar, I saw a message from “qwer1.”

[qwer1: What?!]

[qwer1: (Photo)]

[qwer1: What’s this? Why’d you kill them? They were hot enough to keep alive!]

[qwer1: If you were gonna kill them off, at least draw a sex scene first! I was so looking forward to it T_T]

The moment I opened the chat, a barrage of messages poured in.

The photo she sent showed my avatar being swallowed by a wave of zombies.

I gave a bitter smile and thought.

(There she is.)

The crazy person freaking out over a dead extra.

She’d been oddly fixated on my avatar since last time, and now she’d found that one panel and was complaining to me.

I couldn’t understand it.

(Why, though?)

There were plenty of other hot characters in the story.

The protagonist, an alpha male who’s into fitness, a blonde foreign stud who came to Korea for diversity, and even a Black character I drew particularly well, with a 27cm “asset” that’s hard to ignore.

With so many distinctive characters, there was no reason to fixate on my avatar.

Yet, she was pouring all her attention on it.

(Honestly, it feels kinda nice…)

But at the same time, it was a bit overwhelming.

(Can’t exactly ignore her either.)

If it was just a comment, I could brush it off, but she went out of her way to message me directly.

Plus, she was a bit of a big spender, so I couldn’t just ignore her.

So, I tapped away at my keyboard to reply.

[hala: Sorry about that. I wanted to draw it too, but I guess my skills weren’t up to par T_T]

A quick excuse.

I didn’t draw a sex scene because there wasn’t enough space in the panel. It was a decent enough excuse.

And, *damn*, who’d draw a scene of their own avatar getting it on?

Even a narcissist wouldn’t go that far.

[qwer1: If that’s the case, couldn’t you keep them alive and draw it later?]

[hala: Honestly, they weren’t part of the original plan T_T. I had to remove them to avoid messing up the story.]

Here, I told the truth. I mean, it’s a lewd manga how much story could there be to mess up? Still, it was an unplanned character.

If the artist says they can’t draw it, what can you do?

[qwer1: Fine, I get it…]

Thankfully, she seemed to understand. I sighed in relief internally.

(Phew.)

I was worried she’d ask for a zombie sex scene or something, but thankfully, she didn’t go there.

She seemed rude at first glance, but when it came to the work, she respected boundaries.

A strange person in many ways.

[hala: Thanks for understanding. Have a great day!]

With the avatar issue resolved, I was ready to dive back into YouTube.

Lately, dashcam accident videos have been so entertaining.

When reckless drivers cause crashes, knowing they’ll be 100% at fault makes my non-existent womb tingle with glee.

*You drove like an idiot, caused a six-car pile-up, and wrecked two cars! Pay for it all!*

“Heh heh.”

Just as I was about to play a dashcam video, grinning ear to ear—

*Ding!*

Another message came through.

[qwer1: Wait, can I at least commission something then?]

[hala: ?]

I tilted my head. Now? At this timing?

A commission?

(Her commissions are never normal…)

A creeping sense of unease rose within me.

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