A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 47
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Chapter 47 : Suspiciously So
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"Ah, still angry."
After coming home, I muttered this to myself.
The lady who had been at the entrance seemed to have left, as there was no sign of her outside.
That's why I could mutter like this.
For a moment, I raised one hand and brushed down the opposite arm.
I could feel the goosebumps on my rough skin.
This must be the dark side of this other world that "Se-Won" had been feeling... For a moment, I felt sympathy for him.
I pulled myself together again.
"I really need to make money now."
But how?
The question automatically popped into my head. But the doubt didn't last long.
In fact, the answer was already set for that question.
I didn't want to do daily labor, and finding a part-time job would take too much time.
It wasn't suitable for me, and besides, I had something else I was good at.
I am a comic artist.
The only talent I had was drawing, and to find a way out, I had to look in this direction.
So, I decided to beg, even if it meant begging. I had already done the promotion yesterday, so now I had to beg.
Don't misunderstand. It was 'begging,' not 'promotion.'
There was a world of difference between the two.
Probably.
Anyway, I entered Tarotaros and stepped into the jail of lewd drawings.
It was a place I had become quite familiar with. Although lewd gay drawings were everywhere, as long as I didn't touch them, there was no reason to get angry.
Moreover, this place was quite fun, aside from the lewd drawings. It was just an ordinary community.
There were many interesting and crazy talks because various people gathered, and while reading those talks, I often found myself smirking.
In other words, it was a place that smelled of people.
Even though the smell of people was a bit strong, I liked that I could post nonsense comfortably.
So, I often participated here. Even if I didn't talk about drawing, it was fun to occasionally post silly drawings.
This time, as usual, I posted without any particular thought.
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[Please help me, I'm on the verge of starvation ã… ã… ]
I have to pay my rent, but I don't have enough money yet...
Even if I somehow gather money to pay the rent, I won't have enough living expenses and will soon be on the verge of starvation ã… ã…
Please help this poor artist ã… ã…
I'm accepting commissions or anything.
Please request anything, I'm begging you ã… ã…
Otherwise, I'll be eaten by Aunt Shimura.
I'll leave my account number
Duck: 100x-xxxx.....
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The post was a bit groveling... but that was why it was good.
That way, people who feel sorry for me will give me money!
Actually, I was in a pitiful situation now, so there was no problem.
I repeatedly pressed the refresh button, thinking about the comments that would come in. Surely, someone who sympathizes with me will donate to me...
[Lez... a bit ugly]
[At least do some something]
[Who is Shimura?]
[Why are you getting eaten by an auntie? ã…‹ã…‹ã…‹ Is the auntie a lesbian?]
[ã…‹ã…‹ã…‹ You're asking for money with just your mouth? At least pay tribute]
But there was no sympathy in the comments that came in.
Suddenly, I felt annoyed.
"These heartless bastards."
Just sympathize with me, don't criticize!
Don't give me solutions, just send me money! I don't want to work honestly!
I shouted inside, feeling frustrated, and suddenly thought,
"By the way, do these guys know I'm a man?"
They probably don't.
That's why they can talk like that so comfortably.
I had never revealed it, nor had I left any clues in my posts.
Most of the drawings I posted were just to make women feel aroused, so no one would think I was a man.
The only person who knew was R4ape Legalize... that is, SeongAhrinr.
In the internet world, I was thoroughly a woman. Realizing that, I felt a strange feeling.
"Hmm... I feel like I'm at a disadvantage."
It's not like I was forced to transition or anything. There's a rarity, but I'm not using that advantage properly.
'I'm angry.'
Suddenly, I got really pissed off and immediately went into the camera app on my phone.
I wanted to gain something right away. I wanted to receive the lustful attention of women again!
It would be different if it were an old lady, but in the anonymity of lust, it didn't matter much if we didn't face each other.
So, I started taking pictures of my body with my clothes slightly lifted.
I adjusted the angle as much as possible to show my stomach.
I pulled my pants down a bit and lifted my shirt.
Although the thing protruding from my crotch wasn't visible, the pubic bone above it was.
The ribs below the chest were exposed, but not the chest itself.
In other words, I took a picture of most of my abdomen. After looking at the picture for a moment, I let out a short exclamation.
"Oh."
The picture I took... was quite lewd.
My pale skin, which didn't get much sunlight, caught my eye. There were no prominent abs, but if I looked closely, I could see small muscles.
Yes, in a word, it was disgusting.
What am I doing now...
Taking a picture of my stomach in my room. I was suddenly overwhelmed with self-loathing.
But, having come this far, I couldn't back down. I went back into the jail and posted the picture I had just taken.
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[Uploading a tribute picture]
(Picture)
It's a hot picture I just found on the internet
Now give me money ã… ã…
Duck: 100x-xxxx...
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Of course, I didn't reveal that it was me. If I did, I didn't know what kind of backlash would come.
I just lightly lied that I found it on the internet. Anyway, no one would suspect it was me, so it didn't matter.
As soon as I posted, comments started pouring in.
[Kya ã…‹ã…‹ã…‹ã…‹ This is it today]
[Such a hidden gem... Actually, the most lewd...]
[The white skin... fuck, I want to eat it ã…‹ã…‹ I want to fuck it like a beast ã…‹ã…‹]
All the comments were about how lewd it was and how they wanted to eat it.
Various lustful words were teasing me. As expected of the underground, the words that came out were quite spicy.
And at the same time, sweet notification sounds rang out.
[2000 won has been deposited to se-won from 'Nice to see you ã…‹']
[3000 won has been deposited to se-won from 'Yoon Ji-hyun']
Surprisingly, they really sent money.
I had put my heart and soul into making my begging post, but all I got was comments saying it was ugly. But just by posting a picture of my abdomen, I received 5000 won!
I smiled ambiguously.
"Something... something feels off..."
First of all, it felt good that my body had value. In this busy modern society, isn't it good that I have some use?
It felt quite good that someone needed me.
The problem was the direction of that value. The value of my body was mostly derived from lust.
It felt like I had become a gigolo.
I used to joke that I was a cyber gigolo because I drew lewd pictures... but now I had really become a cyber gigolo.
I felt like I was gradually corrupting.
"But it feels good."
Honestly, if I had to choose between good and bad, the good side was stronger.
Controlling people's emotions with just one post. There was a strange pleasure in this.
It felt like it could become addictive.
'Thank goodness I set the account name differently.'
Surprisingly, I could hide the name of the account here. Since I couldn't be identified by name, I decided to be relieved for now.
While I was looking at the comments and chuckling for a moment, it happened.
Ring!
Suddenly, a chat alarm rang out.
The cheerful alarm sound in the silent room struck my head.
I lifted my head, which had been resting on the chair.
'Who is it?'
Maybe it was SpoiledMe again, or perhaps Seong Ahrin had sent me a message.
Thinking of various possibilities in my head, I checked the message.
Surprisingly, the message was from neither of them.
[qwer1: Hi, I came to request a commission]
A new commission request had arrived.
"Oh!"
I immediately corrected my posture. A new customer.
A heavenly lifeline that came to help me in difficult times!
I needed to be polite.
[hala: Hello! What kind of picture would you like me to draw for you?]
[qwer1: You have a picture of Kim Tae-yang that you drew. I want to request something related to that]
Without any unnecessary words, a straightforward message arrived.
The request was roughly like this.
Using Kim Tae-yang from my comic, draw a new picture.
This part was good.
I was familiar with Kim Tae-yang since I had drawn him a lot recently, and it would be good for building recognition.
The problem was what came next.
Tie Kim Tae-yang's hands behind his back with a rope and put a small collar around his neck.
Both legs are also tightly bound with restraints, and in that restrained state, Kim Tae-yang is lying on a bed.
In that state, Kim Tae-yang looks up with a face mixed with frustration and fear... and draw a composition where the observer looks down at him.
"Crazy."
After hearing all that explanation, I cursed.
It was a picture I absolutely didn't want to draw.
What the hell.
What the hell is this person.
I clearly remember posting my commission conditions on my fan page.
I even emphasized the font when posting the conditions, and it was a condition I always carried with me when promoting.
The first condition was that I would never draw a solo shot of a man, no matter what.
The second condition was to avoid drawing pictures that were too hard.
But now, 'qwer1', who requested the picture, was violating both of these conditions.
A solo shot of a man and it was hard.
Did this person not read the notice... or does not have the intelligence to read it?
Then this person must be an illiterate patient who can't even read a few lines.
My mood, which had been excited by the new request, was rapidly cooling down.
And as a backlash, anger was welling up.
"Phew, calm down."
Still, I tried to control my mind.
Yeah, maybe they forgot and didn't read it. I had to consider the case where they just mindlessly requested because they was so aroused by my drawing style.
So, I decided to ask politely first.
[hala: Um... Did you see the notice I posted? I said I don't draw solo shots of men...]
[qwer1: Yeah, I saw it]
"What the hell."
Seriously, what the hell is this person?
The favorability of the other person in my heart began to drop further.
From a simple illiterate patient who couldn't read, to a stupid ruffian who didn't know how to behave.
Then... it means that the person read the notice and still requested mindlessly.
Come to think of it, I didn't like the tone either.
The anger that had been boiling inside me was now turning into rage.
I had been feeling depressed, and the anger mixed with it made me frown deeply.
Enough. It's not worth listening to anymore.
I decided to refuse the other person's request.
No matter how much I needed money, I couldn't draw such a picture.
[hala: I'm sorry, but I don't accept such picture requests;]
[qwer1: 100,000 won]
[hala: ...?]
But, the other person suddenly started to make a deal.
100,000 won... a price that was 30,000 won higher than the basic commission value. It was certainly attractive.
Especially now, when I was in need of money, the temptation was quite strong.
But, I couldn't sell my beliefs for 30,000 won. No matter how much I was struggling with hunger, I couldn't lose my mind for such a small amount.
[hala: I'm really sorry. No matter what...]
[qwer1: 150,000 won]
[hala: ...??]
What the hell.
Seriously, what the hell is this ?
This was the third time I asked. It was more than double the basic commission value!
I couldn't help but be tempted to receive double the money for just one picture...
But!
It was still not enough! I couldn't sell my beliefs for just 150,000 won!
So, I tried to refuse again. My eyes were filled with tears of blood, but it was something I had to do.
[hala: I'm really grateful, but... I still have my beliefs...]
[qwer1: Ah, it's annoying... 200,000 won]
[qwer1: No, I'll just give you 300,000 won, please draw it for me]
[hala: ...!!]
300,000!!!
Isn't that almost the minimum value for outsourcing? Receiving more than four times the average price for one commission!
My hands trembled, and my heart was pounding.
Selling my insignificant belief for 300,000 won... I couldn't resist the temptation...
Moreover, I was in a state of starvation.
In the old days, when people couldn't live well in the Middle Ages, there were parents who sold their own children as slaves for a piece of bread.
So, wouldn't 300,000 won be enough to sell just one belief?
Wouldn't it be a profit to exchange a worthless belief for 300,000 won?
Such thoughts sprang up in my mind.
So, this was inevitable.
It was a natural disaster of temptation that couldn't be helped as a human being. I compromised with myself and sent a message to the other person.
[hala: Okay! Hehe... Is there anything else you want to add?]
The way I said that was...
Even I thought it was groveling.
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