A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 116

Chapter 116:

Making someone flustered is quite simple.

All you need to do is suddenly, in the middle of a conversation, throw out something completely out of left field.

The more unrelated the comment is to the ongoing conversation, and the more awkward it is to answer, the greater the sense of fluster it causes.

And right now, I was quite flustered by Hara’s sudden and awkward question, perfectly fitting that logic.

[Song Hara: By any chance, what’s your ideal type, Author-nim?]

Asking about my ideal type out of nowhere.

There aren’t many people who wouldn’t feel awkward getting a question like that.

Beyond the question’s inherent difficulty, it’s the kind of question that automatically makes you wonder about the asker’s intentions.

(Why the hell is she asking this?)

First off, it’s not a topic that comes up in casual everyday conversation. Especially not in a professional relationship.

Of course, I knew she was interested in me… or rather, mostly in my body.

But I didn’t expect her to come on this strongly.

Does she even realize how flustered this makes me?

Not long after the question popped up, she sent another message.

It was as if she’d already prepared her follow-up, with lightning speed.

[Song Hara: Oh, don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not for any weird reason.]

[Song Hara: I was just asking in case.]

I tilted my head.

(In case?)

As I pondered, she continued.

[Song Hara: Sometimes, interview requests come in for authors.]

[Song Hara: And since you’re, well… pretty well-known outside of your work, questions like this might come up.]

[Song Hara: So I thought it’d be good to know in advance.]

Her messages came in rapid succession, like a machine gun.

In that moment, I nodded, understanding the situation.

The fluster I’d been feeling melted away.

“…Aha.”

It was still an awkward question, but at least I could see her intentions.

“Hmm, I see.”

I gave a knowing smile.

Of course, I didn’t completely buy her explanation.

It was too obvious there were holes in her reasoning.

It was a decently crafted pretext, but a pretext is just a pretext.

A plausible excuse to hide her true intentions.

(Why does she need to know that in the first place?)

An interview?

Sure, if I become famous someday, I might do one. I’d seen famous authors do interviews before.

And in those situations, they might ask silly questions like that to break the ice.

But there’s no reason she needs to know that.

What would she even do with that information? I’d be the one doing the interview and answering the questions.

And honestly, doing an interview felt like something far off in the future.

Plus, whether I, a currently struggling artist, would ever grow big enough to do one was uncertain.

So, her bringing up this pretext in such an unclear situation was, frankly, absurd.

Her real intention was probably just curiosity about my ideal type.

After all, I already knew she had a thing for me.

Goddamn, I was impressed by my Sherlock Holmes-level deduction skills.

At this rate, even the great detective himself might shed tears of blood and pass the torch to me.

[Lee Sewon: Got it.]

Of course, I didn’t blurt out my fancy deductions.

This juicy info was for me to keep to myself. Confirming that she has a thing for me was enough.

I tapped out a reply.

[Lee Sewon: Well, I don’t really have a specific ideal type.]

This was the truth.

Not many people live their lives with a clearly defined “ideal type.”

At best, you have vague preferences floating around in your head.

So saying I don’t have a specific ideal type wasn’t wrong.

If they’re hot, that’s good enough.

[Song Hara: Oh, come on, you must have some preferences.]

[Lee Sewon: Hmm…]

Of course, I could come up with something if I had to.

(What should I do?)

Part of me wanted to tease her a bit, but I decided to just be honest.

I couldn’t think of a good way to mess with her anyway.

With that, I started typing.

([Lee Sewon: Well, big boobs would be nice.]

Yup, as the saying goes, bigger is better when it comes to boobs.

…Though, if they’re *too* big, it might be a bit overwhelming. But thankfully, that size is rare in reality, so it’s fine.

[Lee Sewon: And it’d be great if we could have good conversations.]

Of course, big boobs aren’t everything.

Humans are social animals, so conversation is important.

Someone I can talk to easily and joke around with would be enough.

In short, good chemistry.

I continued, throwing in whatever came to mind.

Personality didn’t matter much whether shy or outgoing. It’d be nice if they went along with my opinions, but also had their own.

As I rambled on, I suddenly realized something strange.

(...Wait? Isn’t this just Ahrin and Eunbyeol?)

My ideal type was basically a mash-up of the two of them.

Both have pretty sizable chests, Ahrin goes along with my nonsense, and Eunbyeol and I have great chemistry.

I nodded like a sage who’d just attained enlightenment.

(I see.)

Had I already been dating my ideal type, split into two people?

(I should treat them better from now on.)

With that thought, I decided to wrap up the conversation. I’d said enough about my ideal type.

I wasn’t sure if this info would actually help her.

I still didn’t know much about her personality, and we hadn’t talked much in real life.

[Song Hara: Thanks for taking the time to answer such an annoying question.]

[Song Hara: Have a good night.]

With that, she left the chat.

The constant stream of messages stopped, and a heavy silence filled the room.

I stared at the chat window, thinking to myself.

(That was unexpected.)

I knew she had a thing for me, but I didn’t expect her to be this forward.

It was obvious she wanted to know more about me, even if she used that flimsy interview excuse.

What if she actually confesses later?

“Hehe.”

Being liked by someone felt pretty good. It meant I was important to someone.

Since she asked the question, a faint smile had been on my face.

But on the flip side, I also felt a bit burdened.

(What if she really confesses?)

It’s not that I disliked her.

Quite the opposite.

Anyone would say she’s very pretty.

A sharp, elegant nose, a refined gaze, and wavy brown hair cascading down.

Her sleek, slender figure almost made her seem like a model.

Sure, her chest was a bit lacking… but that’s only compared to Ahrin. It’s not like she’s small by any means.

The old me probably would’ve jumped at the chance to hook up with her.

The problem is, I can’t do that now.

I’m a spoiled bourgeois, currently in a situationship with two gorgeous women.

I don’t have the same desperate horniness I used to, and even if I wanted to hook up, I couldn’t make the first move.

If I did, I might face the wrath of those two.

“You’re out here messing around again, huh? Your dick’s so free-spirited it’s wandering the world.”

I could picture them staring at me with judgmental eyes, full of mixed emotions.

(Ugh…)

That was a scary thought, even for me.

Sure, they probably wouldn’t get too mad because of our history, but they could still be disappointed.

So, I couldn’t just hook up with someone even if I was tempted.

But.

Ignoring her feelings entirely wasn’t right either.

(That’d be cruel.)

I, Lee Sewon, may have a free-spirited dick, but I’m not a cold-hearted jerk who ignores people’s feelings.

Feelings are important.

Even if modern civilization runs on reason and logic, emotions are at its core.

Ignoring those emotions isn’t something a civilized person does.

But my heart was too soft to outright reject her feelings.

…Okay, let’s be honest.

I kind of wanted to hook up with Song Hara too.

(Damn, what do I do?)

I was stuck in a dilemma.

There was a delicious cake right in front of me. It seemed a bit far, but with effort, I could easily reach it.

But eating that cake recklessly could cause trouble.

The chances were slim, but I had to be cautious.

I wanted the cake, but eating it outright was tricky.

A lose-lose situation.

(…Wait.)

Then, a brilliant idea flashed through my mind.

(If I can’t eat it…)

I nodded.

(What if it eats me?)

If the cake is far away, just make it come to me.

Since she already likes me, I just need to make her pounce on me.

Not literally, of course… I just need to create that kind of situation.

A pretext.

(I tried so hard to stay chaste, but she couldn’t control herself~)

(It was an unavoidable act of force majeure~)

If I set things up like that, any blame directed at me would be softened!

(Hell yeah, I’m a genius.)

Even I thought it was a trashy yet revolutionary idea.

It was practically the second coming of Solomon.

Alright, from today, my goal is to get eaten.

My new motto is “I want to get eaten.”

At the very least, I’d aim for a situation close to that and secure my pretext.

“Kehehe…”

For a while, my evil laughter echoed through the room.

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