A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 27
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Chapter 27 : Hala
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I liked the ambiance of cafes. Cafes were spaces that provided a sense of comfort. The soft beige lighting that decorated the entire cafe, the warm interior, and the sweet smells wafting through the air helped organize one's thoughts.
Moreover, listening to the gentle music playing in the cafe often made me feel a surge of concentration I didn't know I had.
'That's why I used to go often when I was a student.'
Now I only draw, but back then, I had to study as well.
Whenever an exam was approaching, I used to come to the cafe as if it were my workplace.
Of course, there were places like libraries to study.
But I was someone who preferred a bit of ambient noise over complete silence.
[hala: I've arrived.]
After sending the last message, I leisurely entered the cafe.
Ding—
With the sound of the bell, the surrounding scenery changed.
The heat that had been lingering outside disappeared as I stepped in, and the sweet aroma of coffee tickled my nose instead of the smell of car exhaust.
Come to think of it, I hadn't been to a cafe much since I started living alone.
The long-unseen scenery made me feel a bit nostalgic. But that was brief; I turned my gaze to where the other person was sitting.
Perhaps she had just checked the message, as I saw her looking around with her head raised.
Her short hair swayed as her gaze moved around.
Our eyes met briefly, but she seemed not to notice and quickly lowered her head, tapping on her phone.
[R4pe Legalize: Where are you?]
[R4pe Legalize : I don't see you.]
Did she really not see me? Or did she not think it was me?
I slowly walked towards her.
Step by step. With each step, I could see her more clearly.
Bright eyes, dark circles underneath, a cute face, and a contrasting chest.
Each detail coming into view amplified my joy.
As I walked, I sent a message.
[hala: I'm here, almost there.]
[R4pe Legalize : No, where exactly are you?]
As the reply came in,
"Here."
I said. I was already standing next to her.
A low voice cutting through the music playing in the store.
Startled by the sudden voice, she quietly turned her head.
"Huh?"
And a moment of silence.
Our eyes met each other.
An invisible line connected us across a distance of about a step.
As I recognized her directly, small pieces of information accumulated in my mind.
At the same time, she reacted.
"Uh? Uh?!"
Though our gazes were still, her reaction was anything but.
Her bright eyes widened, and confusion spread across her face. Her body, which had been still, twitched slightly and then leaned back.
"What? What's going on? You... weren't you a female artist?"
Her face showed complete surprise. She had never imagined that the person who drew lewd pictures in their room would be a man.
At times like this, I realized that this was a world where gender roles were reversed.
It was a reminder that drawing lewd pictures was usually done by 'women' and was far from the interests of 'men.'
Of course, that realization didn't feel particularly bad.
"Yes. Hello."
I said lightly and took a seat. She still looked bewildered, as if she couldn't quite grasp the situation.
She seemed far from calm. Even though we were clearly making eye contact, our eyes didn't meet often.
It was because she kept avoiding my gaze. She seemed uncomfortable making eye contact with the opposite sex.
Well, I often do that too.
Anyway, I continued with the introduction.
First, I mentioned my nickname.
"I'm Hala."
While doing so, I thought about how to address her.
What should I talk about first? What topic should I choose?
...Actually, the topic was already set from the beginning. We had started our conversation with lewd pictures, and we had met because of them.
So, it would be appropriate to continue the conversation on that topic.
Incidentally, I had come to hear an explanation from her.
"So, what kind of commission did you say you wanted to request?"
A man and a woman discussing lewd pictures from their first meeting.
Her reaction was an interesting topic.
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R4pe Legalize ... Seong Ahrin considered herself quite knowledgeable about reality.
She wasn't particularly well-versed in economic common sense or life experiences.
However, she was well aware that the world wasn't as tumultuous as one might think.
Especially when it came to relationships.
Unexpected encounters only happened in comics or dramas.
The world was vast and complex, but it wasn't a place where strange things happened often because of that complexity.
The perverted molester in doujinshi only existed within the doujinshi, and the male student running with a loaf of bread in his mouth didn't come out of the drawing style.
Even if such things happened somewhere on Earth, she tended to think they didn't apply to her.
It was too low a probability.
Therefore, even when meeting a complete stranger, she didn't have any particular thoughts.
She just assumed that the artist named 'hala' would naturally be a woman, someone similar to herself.
After all, there was no way someone who drew such hard-core things would be a man.
She never thought that someone who accepted her vulgar words without any aversion would be a 'man.'
She thought so, and thus she could wait calmly like a tranquil lake.
For her, who had gone through an all-girls middle and high school, vulgar talk among 'women' wasn't particularly nerve-wracking.
...But.
"So, I need a bit more explanation about how to draw this part, what the situation is like."
Why was there a handsome man in front of her?
"Ah, there... the stockings are torn, and the woman is excited, her thighs..."
And why was she explaining her fantasies to that man?
It didn't make sense.
No, it made sense, but it wasn't being accepted in her mind.
She had requested lewd drawings, and as a result, she was meeting and talking with the artist.
That was all there was to it, but the problem was that the other person was of the opposite sex.
"Thighs..."
Just that alone changed the conversation from a simple explanation of the request to a shameful play.
Every time she described her fantasies with her own mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Thighs?"
For a moment, the words stopped. The man sitting across from her asked indifferently.
A voice without any ups or downs, quiet and emotionless.
Suddenly, their eyes met. Sharp, wide-open eyes were glaring at her.
He was quite handsome. A straight nose, a slender jawline, and thick eyebrows.
Objectively, he was handsome, and she, who didn't often have the chance to meet men, felt that even more strongly.
But that face, combined with the sharp atmosphere, exuded a strange pressure.
It felt like she was looking at the male bullies from her school days.
Of course, she had graduated from high school a long time ago, and since it was an all-girls middle and high school, she hadn't had the chance to meet male bullies.
Anyway, the oppressive feeling she felt was definitely of that kind. Her body automatically shrank under the gaze of a top predator—
"Thighs?"
As she was thinking such thoughts, the question came again.
Since there was no emotion in his voice, she thought more negatively.
And as her negative thoughts intensified, she felt like the voice she heard contained unpleasant emotions... a vicious cycle.
His question seemed to be interrogating her for her mistakes.
The other person was waiting for an answer.
Anyway, she had no choice. Delaying time would only upset the other person.
Seong Arin closed her eyes tightly and answered the question again.
"A woman squirting and wetting her thighs!"
Ah.
Her face turned bright red.
The area above her neck felt scorching hot.
It felt like a nerd writing a love letter being caught by a bully and having to read it aloud.
Ah, so this is what a reading session feels like. She could hear inaudible laughter.
Seong Ahrin looked down at the table again.
'I want to die...'
She just wished time would pass quickly.
'...Cute.'
Se-won thought as he watched her.
Her face was as red as a radish, and her gaze was wandering. If left a little longer, steam might even rise above her head.
That sight reminded him of a frightened squirrel, and the urge to tease her surged.
Initially, he hadn't intended to tease her this much, but her reactions were so amusing.
She couldn't make eye contact from the first meeting, and after starting the conversation, she was so flustered that she couldn't speak properly.
Watching her was so entertaining that he couldn't stop the conversation.
In the middle, he even maintained a poker face on purpose because her shrinking was cute.
As mentioned before, I look quite irritable when I keep my mouth shut.
This time, I decided to use that expression.
"Ah, so I need to express a slightly wet texture? Should I make the color of the stockings darker?"
"Tha, that's right......"
Once again, a timid answer came.
Where did the lively 'R4pe Legalize' go? Now there was only a shy otaku girl in her room.
"By the way, I have a question. Clearly, the situation seems like the female character is being forced, but why does her face turn red and she looks like she's enjoying it?"
"That's......"
"That is?"
"You can feel pleasure even if it's forced......!"
Ah, as expected of an authority in this field.
Every word was filled with philosophy.
Anyway, the conversation flowed like that.
Se-won asked questions as if interrogating, and Seong Arin reluctantly answered. Seong Ahrin never led the conversation.
She was too busy taking care of her own mental state, so when Isewon asked, she answered like a broken machine.
Unfortunately, the conversation didn't last long because it seemed like her face would explode if he asked more.
Her eyes were spinning, and tears were glistening strangely. What kind of weight would it carry if a 'woman' cried here?
Thinking that, Se-won stopped the ongoing conversation.
"But, why are you so quiet?"
Of course, only about the commission-related conversation.
He couldn't just let go of such an interesting toy here.
"Yes, yes?"
Seong Ahrin reacted to Se-won words.
She was already thinking that she was being too much of a loser.
Originally, she had planned to speak more comfortably...
But what could she do!
He's a man! And a handsome one at that!
For Seong Ahrin, who had gone through an all-girls middle and high school, the opposite sex had a different meaning.
Even if the only difference was gender, they were the same humans. Humans who could communicate and have common interests if they looked for them.
But even knowing that, she shrank back when she actually met someone. It was an inevitable physical reaction.
"And you were so active in the chat room."
And at that moment, when Se-won brought that up.
The chat history she had sent so far started flashing through her mind like a panorama.
Shallow words spoken in the belief of anonymous identity, unfiltered and vulgar conversations from before.
"!!"
The commission was not the problem.
Just brushing against the words she had said so far was a critical hit.
If she took that KakaoTalk content to the police, wouldn't the police immediately send her to jail?
"Why? Like, I want to go crazy over a huge dick. This dick is fucking crazy. I think I've cum about three times already. You said things like that often."
"Th, that's enough..."
"If you say things like that to a man, you might get into big trouble. What do you think?"
"I was wrong...!"
Her gaze buried below. Her heart beat negatively.
Her eyes, which had already been buried in the desk, were now completely stuck to the floor.
Her head felt like it was short-circuiting due to the intense heat.
By now, the man across from her must be looking at her with contemptuous eyes.
'Fuck...'
She thought so, and then.
"Pfft."
Into her ear.
"Pffft! It's funny. It's fun to tease you. Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything."
—The man's voice was heard in her ear again.
A voice mixed with laughter that she had never heard before.
The ups and downs in his voice were still not significant, but the words contained in it were not without emotion.
The voice was full of joy.
Only then did she lift her gaze.
His sharp eyes were the same, but in contrast, his mouth was wide open with a smile.
Only then could Seong Ahrin understand the situation to some extent.
'He, he was teasing me!!'
From the beginning, the other person had been teasing her. He had been enjoying her reactions.
Realizing that, a strange anger welled up in her mind. The embarrassment she had felt until now was being replaced by a sense of resentment.
Seong Ahrin glared at Se-won.
Seeing that, Se-won smiled and said,
"Hehe, I'm sorry. Your reaction was just too funny. Calm down."
Of course, even though she was angry, Seong Ahrin didn't say anything. The other person was too scary to do that.
The angry bully who had made her read aloud was now a smiling bully.
The bully was still a bully, and the oppressive feeling she felt from him was still there.
But at least she could make proper eye contact.
Perhaps for the first time, she properly met his eyes.
Accordingly, his overall appearance came into view.
His sharp eyes didn't just end with sharpness.
His calmly lowered hair created an atmosphere, and the dark circles under his eyes created a strange decadent charm.
Following that, his thin neckline, and the faintly visible collarbone beyond his short sleeves.
His shoulders, which were quite broad, and his long arms.
For a moment, Arin forgot her anger and stared at him.
"Huh? Are you still angry? I'm starting to feel a little sorry. Wait a minute, come to think of it, I have something to send you."
Did he mistake her staring blankly for still glaring at him?
The man picked up his phone for a moment and started manipulating something.
Ring!
Then came the alarm sound.
It wasn't the man's phone, but Seong Ahrin own phone.
Arin immediately picked up her phone and checked the notification.
A photo sent from the nickname 'hala'.
With a light touch, she could see the picture he had sent.
It was another commission she had requested a few days ago. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't received the drawing yet.
She had thought it wasn't completed yet, but it seemed he was going to give it to her directly when they met.
Seong Ahrin looked alternately at the picture and the man sitting across from her.
The picture depicted a man and a woman going to a motel.
The woman seemed to be taken against her will, as her complexion was dark, and the man was smiling strangely at her.
The man's arm, which was on the woman's shoulder, was reaching down and groping her large breasts.
The woman in the picture was frowning as if she disliked it, but she couldn't resist the pleasure that was coming, and her breathing was rough.
Although the picture was still, the situation depicted was dynamic.
With its unique expressiveness and style, the picture was captivating.
Only then did she realize that the artist who drew this picture was the man in front of her.
At the same time, the smile of the man in the picture and the smile of the man in front of her overlapped, and her vision changed.
A smile that seemed to be enjoying, and eyes that she couldn't read.
Even the inside of his clothes, which seemed to be visible.
It was surreal that a handsome man, who would automatically turn heads on the street, was casually sending her a lewd picture.
It was a series of unrealistic situations and events.
Ahrin looked at the man again, as if mesmerized.
The man, who was looking at her with a strange smile... well, to be honest.
He was a bit lewd.
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