A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 113

 Chapter 113 : Photo

*Click.*

[Let’s organize this first]

So… that artist named Hala turned out to be a guy?  

That artist who draws all sorts of weird stuff on Pinbox,  

Who used to draw some disgusting, hateful art in the past, and even now draws some pretty messed-up stuff, that masochistic artist,  

Who occasionally comes here to throw around some spicy insults and then leaves, that crazy person,  

Turns out to be a guy?  

No way, lol.  

You’ve gotta be kidding me, lololol.  

If you’re gonna lie, at least make it believable, lol.  

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[For real, lol]

[How could that be a guy, lolol]

[That photo is 100% fake. Probably just some random picture grabbed from the internet.]

[I googled it, and nothing came up. How do you explain the note in their hand?]*  

[It’s obviously photoshopped.]

[Photoshop, my ass. I’m telling you, that photo doesn’t show up anywhere. It’s not from somewhere else; it’s the original.]

*Click.

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[I figured it out, lol]

Turns out, they got their boyfriend to take that photo for them, lol.  

Man, this crazy person is doing everything to set this place on fire.  

You might fool everyone else, but you can’t fool me!  

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[The fact that they have a boyfriend is even more infuriating?]

[Now that you mention it, yeah.]

[Looking at that body, it’s kinda hot, which makes it even more annoying, for real.]

[But why did they suddenly reveal their body?]

[They got pissed because you guys kept teasing them, so they revealed their gender.]

[Oh, I see.]

*Click.*

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[Guys, doesn’t this photo turn you on?]

Look at this lewd guy, casually wearing a short-sleeve shirt and shorts, lol.  

They’re totally trying to seduce us, lol.  

Look at those protruding veins and that collarbone peeking through the neckline.  

Ugh… if they were standing in front of me, I’d make them cry and beg for mercy, lol. Lucky for them.  

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[It’s kinda hot, haha;;]

[That’s sexual harassment, you crazy jerk.]

[You won’t get far. See you at the police station soon.]

[Let us know how they look when you see them.]

“……”  

*Click.*

I stopped scrolling and put the mouse down.  

Maybe because I’ve been browsing the community for so long, my eyes were starting to hurt.  

Or maybe because I’d been lingering in this abyss for too long, my mind felt foggy.  

I pressed a hand to my forehead.  

“This is dizzying…”  

That’s the only way to describe it.  

I didn’t expect the reaction to be *this* intense.  

The buzz about me had been burning since broad daylight and was still going strong into the evening.  

These people never got tired, endlessly chattering about me.  

Occasionally, I’d see someone digging through the internet, trying to find my personal info.  

Not that they’d find much. Neither I nor “Lee Sewon” were big on SNS.  

At this point, I was glad I hadn’t revealed my face.  

If I had, who knows what kind of chaos would’ve erupted? It’s obvious it would’ve been a disaster.  

For now, I’d deleted all the drawings of my avatar on Pinbox.  

Leaving them up would only attract more attention. I just hoped people would forget about it naturally.  

Thankfully, no one had connected the dots to my body photo.  

Then again, anyone who did would have to be insane.  

Still, it wasn’t like they were only talking about my identity.  

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[What’s with their art being so extreme?]

I’m too lazy to check the link, so I haven’t seen it.  

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[It’s a bit exaggerated, but it’s definitely not the kind of stuff a typical guy would draw;]

[What’s with calling them a “typical guy”? Watch your words, you jerk.]

[Why are you getting mad? What’s with you all of a sudden;;]

[Lol, now I’m curious. I’m gonna go check it out.]

[I checked out their webtoon, and it’s actually kinda fun.]

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Thankfully, posts like these were popping up too.  

The trickle-down effect I’d aimed for was definitely working.  

My Pinbox and webtoon views were steadily climbing.  

I hadn’t checked the exact numbers yet, but I was sure the traffic was still flowing in.  

That was definitely a good thing.  

*Buzz buzz!*  

Even as I was thinking about it, my phone kept vibrating.  

It had been buzzing nonstop for a while now.  

If it had been on someone’s lap instead of a desk, they’d have probably lost it at least three times by now.  

Most of the notifications were from chats.  

Messages from Ahrin, Eunbyeol, and the commission chatroom I’d opened before.  

There were probably over a hundred piled up.  

I’d been too busy with the community to check them, but it was about time to take a look.  

I quickly replied to Ahrin and Eunbyeol.  

Both were asking why I suddenly revealed my gender.  

I gave a vague response about using my body for my work’s sake and how it led to a great trickle-down effect.  

That should be reason enough.  

Next, I checked the commission open chat.  

The perverts who’d escaped from the “prison” were now going wild in my chatroom.  

I considered ignoring them, but a few familiar nicknames caught my eye, so I decided to respond to a couple.  

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[WannabeArtist: What’s this?]

[WannabeArtist: Author, you’re a guy?]

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[Hala: Yup.]

At least this one would back off after a simple reply.  

They just expressed surprise and wonder, reacting calmly as per their personality.  

The problem came next.  

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[DarkRibs: Wait.]

[DarkRibs: Author, you’re a guy?]

[Hala: Yup.]

[DarkRibs: Oh my god…]

[DarkRibs: Could you… maybe insult me just once?]*  

[Hala: What the hell? What kind of nonsense is that, you crazy jerk?]

[DarkRibs: Haa… yes… more, please, haha.]

[Hala: Get out, you idiot.]

[You have kicked the user!]

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“Ha…”  

I let out a sigh.  

It had been a while since I’d used the kick function.  

To think this kind of person was one of my subscribers… I’d almost forgotten.  

A wave of self-loathing hit me.  

Still, I pulled myself together and checked the other chats.  

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[FilledWithHate: I’ve fallen in love.]

[Hala: With who?]

[FilledWithHate: With you.]

[Hala: You don’t even know my face or age.]

[FilledWithHate: That’s just a small part. How much would it cost to get a picture of your… you know?]

[Hala: That’s sexual harassment, you lunatic.]

[You have kicked the user!]

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Dizzying.  

Someone filled with hate was suddenly proclaiming love.  

All I did was post a decent photo, and now they’re shouting about love? Their transformation was almost admirable.  

I checked more chats after that.  

Some asked if I was really not a m lesb, others wondered why I drew such art, and one even said they’d “taken care of business” with my photo and asked for more.  

…It was probably a joke, but that last one gave me chills.  

I seriously considered reporting it.  

Maybe because the “prison” was still burning, there were a lot of people caught up in this frenzy.  

Why were they so obsessed with someone like me? It was almost overwhelming.  

Still…  

‘It feels kinda good.’  

I let out a small smirk.  

That part was genuine.  

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[Prison Crackdown]

The inmates are going wild without limits now that they’ve been given a little freedom.  

Guys, you might actually end up in real prison if you keep this up.  

That person’s being lenient for now, but you could get sued if this continues.  

So, to cool things down a bit, we’re cracking down on the prison.  

Some posts will be deleted, and a few of you will be banned to cool your heads.  

That’s all.  

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[I approve of this fair crackdown.]

[“That’s all” is so cool, so badass.]

[It was getting a bit too heated, for real.]

[You pathetic losers, lol. Going crazy over one guy’s reveal. That’s why you’re always getting roasted.]*  

[But it is kinda surprising, haha;]

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“Phew…”  

After seeing the admin’s post about the crackdown, Hara let out a sigh of relief.  

She’d been worried about how that person was feeling.  

The admin’s timely intervention seemed to have worked.  

‘I didn’t expect it to get *this* big.’  

Honestly, she thought he’d post his verification on something like Instagram.  

It’s the easiest place to share real-life photos.  

But to think he’d go to a place like Tartalos, of all places, to verify himself.  

It was a bit extreme, but the effect was undeniable.  

That’s why a topic that flared up in broad daylight was still burning late into the night.  

For the prisoners of that dry “prison,” Sewon's reveal was fresh and shocking.  

‘This definitely brought in some traffic.’  

 Hara smiled slightly. At least the initial goal of promotion had been achieved.  

She continued browsing the “lewd prison” for a while.  

The admin had already stepped in to put out the fire, but some users were still fanning the flames, bringing in more fuel.  

Hara was one of those users.  

She wasn’t adding fuel herself, but she planned to keep watching the remaining embers.  

The current topic was Hala’s activities.  

Earlier, they were discussing the art he drew, but now they were trying to dig up his online footprints.  

Since the “masochistic lesbian” image had been shattered, they needed to gather new info to redefine him.  

“Pfft… this is actually hilarious.”  

The traces they found were surprisingly entertaining.  

His personality was a bit rough and unfiltered, much like it was online.  

They brought up a past argument he had with someone who criticized his work or posts he made online begging for help during tough times.  

…It felt a bit like an invasion of privacy, and she felt a twinge of guilt.  

But it was his fault for not setting things to private.  

That’s what she told herself.  

Then, a post like this came up.  

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[Wait, now that I think about it, wasn’t that tribute pic he posted a while back also him?]  

(Photo)

I googled it, and nothing came up. Could it be that he took it himself?  

The body shape looks kinda similar… lol.  

Isn’t this reasonable suspicion?  

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[Now that you mention it, maybe? Lolol]

[No way, who’d be crazy enough to offer themselves as a tribute pic… wait, really?]

[He seems like the type who would, lol;]

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“Ahem, ahem…”  

Hara cleared her throat after seeing that post.  

In the photo, a man was exposing his stomach.  

One hand held the camera, while the other lifted his shirt.  

The pants he wore hung precariously low on his hips, adding to the suggestive vibe.  

His skin was pale and smooth, likely from avoiding the sun.  

Unlike the verification photo, this one seemed deliberately provocative.  

‘No way, it can’t be…’  

Even if he was considered “feminine,” would he really take and post a photo like this himself? She was skeptical.  

“Ahem…”  

Still, she saved the photo. It was too good to pass up.  

Not because of any weird intentions, but just in case she needed it later.  

For what, she wasn’t sure.  

She browsed Tartaros a bit more before lying down on her bed.  

She had work tomorrow and needed to sleep soon.  

‘Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about it…’  

The image of that stomach kept lingering in her mind.  

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