A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 62

Chapter 62 : 

It was a very ordinary day.

Birds were chirping, flowers were blooming.

It was a bright spring day, and the weather had finally come to its senses, filling the air with warmth.

On such a day, it would usually be nice to go out for a walk... but unfortunately, I couldn't do that.

"Ugh..."

This damn body of mine was suffering from muscle pain.

Surprisingly, this muscle pain had lasted for days and was still tormenting me.

The cause of the muscle pain was simple. That day, I had pushed myself beyond my limits while fighting with some thugs.

The human body is amazing; in a crisis, it can exert strength beyond its normal capacity.

The brain automatically removes the limits, allowing the body to perform beyond its usual capabilities.

I must have been in that state back then. Come to think of it, I did feel a lot of adrenaline surging inside me.

Thanks to that, I managed to pull off an incredible one-against-three fight scene, but the problem came right after.

"It hurts like hell."

Naturally, there were consequences for pushing my muscles beyond their limits.

My muscles, which had been overworked all day, were protesting so much that they couldn't even recognize their owner. My legs felt numb when I moved them, and lifting my arms caused great pain.

It was frustrating to suffer for days just because I had overdone it once.

Was I really this weak? Where was the tough guy who carried dozens of cement bags last year without a single groan?

The sight of my changed self almost brought tears to my eyes.

'I really need to start exercising.'

I hadn't moved much lately, using drawing as an excuse. I had been feeling my body stiffening, so this was a good opportunity to start exercising. Besides, the university semester was about to end, so the timing was perfect.

"...Are you okay?"

As I was making up my mind, a woman next to me asked worriedly.

It was Seong Ahrin. Without saying anything, I hugged her waist. I felt her flinch at the sudden skin contact.

Today, I was filled with longing.

"Sniff! Ahrin, I missed you so much. Why does it feel like it's been so long?"

"What are you talking about... We saw each other last week."

"...Really?"

But... it felt like more than two weeks had passed.

I felt a sense of disconnection between her and me. It was a supernatural disconnection that couldn't be explained by the space-time of this place.

That day must have been so exhausting.

Anyway, I buried my face in her chest while hugging her waist. The soft cotton T-shirt touching my skin gave me a cozy feeling. Right now, I wanted healing more than anything.

"Hmm... Wait a minute..."

"Shh, stay still. Sniff... Haa."

Inhale, exhale.

With each slow breath, my mind felt more at peace. What I was leaning on now was a calm sea and a vast field.

All the peace and rest in the world were right in front of me.

Then I realized.

Ah, peace is indeed the chest!

If war had a chest, it wouldn't have happened, and depression and anxiety would have been cured if there was a chest in front of them. In other words, the chest was a symbol of peace and a cure-all.

At 22, I was awakening to the truth of the world a little early.

'Hehe.'

Han Ho-cheol, you idiot. Instead of such crude threats, you should have threatened me with Seong Ahrin's chest.

If you had stood in front of me and shouted, 'From now on, you can't touch the chest!' I might have seriously considered it.

'Huh!'

What the hell!!

The thought of not being able to touch Seong Ahrin's chest made my balls tremble and my thing shrink.

If that had happened, I would have immediately knelt naked and begged with all my might. Even Nyarlathotep would understand me becoming a dog this time.

"But really, who did this to you? Who could do such a thing?"

As I was muttering nonsense to myself, she spoke up.

I looked up at Ahrin. She was looking at me with a pretend angry expression.

Her anger wasn't because of me. It was anger towards those who had made me like this.

Of course, my injuries were just minor bruises and muscle pain, but her feelings were genuine.

She tried to look like an angry squirrel.

"What kind of bitch..."

I quickly spoke to calm her down before she could darken.

"Hey, it's okay. I landed more hits on them anyway."

"But still..."

"I'm serious! Hah, I achieved a mad movie-level feat at the funeral, and you don't believe me."

I had clearly emerged from the muddy waters and stood tall on my two feet, but she didn't seem to believe me.

Well, in this world, men are relatively weak.

It was understandable that she was worried about seeing the bruises on my body after a long time. She might think that I was pretending to be okay to reassure her.

After looking at me with concern for a while, she finally said with determination.

"I, if something like this happens again, I'll protect you next time..."

Her small eyes, full of determination, made me feel proud inside.

'Well?'

Is this what it means to be a 'woman'? Even though she looks like a squirrel, she has a sense of 'chivalry' to protect someone.

Honestly, it wasn't very reliable, but it was cute. I appreciated her feelings and pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her.

She let out a small scream at the sudden action.

"Squeak!"

"To do that, you'll have to beat me on the bed first, right?"

Her ample chest and curvy waistline came into view. Just looking at them made me feel aroused.

I suddenly thought that if I exercised regularly, I might be able to do it someday.

'Oh...'

Nice.

It was a moment when I had one more reason to exercise.

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"Bye~"

"Ugh... My legs are shaking..."

Anyway, after finishing our light play, I quickly saw her off and sat down on the chair.

After having fun, it was time to get back to work and live life.

I had drained the 'bad water' from my body, and now it was time to drain the 'bad water' from others.

I turned on the computer and grabbed the tablet pen. The cold touch of the pen in my hand gave me a small thrill.

Ah, yes, this is it.

For some reason, it felt like I was holding the pen after a long time. I had drawn just yesterday and the day before, but why did it feel this way?

Perhaps it was due to some transcendental disconnection.

Whatever it was, my condition was good. I twirled the pen in my hand and thought about what to draw.

'What should I draw...'

First, I didn't feel like drawing Gold Sun right now. There weren't any heroines that came to mind, and most of this week's manuscripts were already finished.

There was no need to waste this good condition.

As I was thinking, I suddenly remembered a request.

'Come to think of it, I got a request from Eunbyeol.'

It was a fresh request from 'SpoiledMe'. I was busy with Ahrin at the time, so I couldn't check it, but now I could.

I checked the request.

The content was as expected. I already knew her tastes, so I knew it would be something a bit hard.

The situation was like this:

A woman is kneeling naked under the bed, with a dog collar around her neck.

And a man is sitting arrogantly on the edge of the bed, pulling the dog collar.

The woman is getting more and more uncomfortable with the pulling collar but doesn't change her kneeling position, and the man casually pokes her with his foot or scolds her.

It was a common humiliation scene.

The composition was quickly drawn in my mind.

I could draw it in a low angle focusing on the woman's buttocks and emphasize the man's face looking down.

I was confident that I could draw the picture well enough to satisfy both myself and the other person.

The problem was...

"...Huh?"

The problem was that the man's appearance described in the request looked exactly like me.

Fierce eyes, dark circles under the eyes. Pale skin with black hair and black eyes. And a detailed description of my physique.

Of course, with just these features, it could be a coincidence. There are so many people in the world, and it's not impossible for these features to overlap.

The problem was that the other person was 'SpoiledMe', aka Eunbyeol.

She already knew me in reality, so it was reasonable to suspect where that character came from.

So I asked her. Was there any motive for that character?

Fortunately, she was on her phone, so the reply came quickly.

[hala: The description is very detailed. Did you get any inspiration from somewhere? Like a real person...]

[SpoiledMe: Oh, haha...]

...

...

...

[SpoiledMe: No way, haha.]

A brief silence followed by a reply.

This made me even more confused.

"What's this?"

What is this?

There was a moment of silence. A definite silence after 'Oh, haha' before sending the next message.

Of course, that silence was only about a minute, a very brief silence, but I was sure there was some internal conflict during that time.

It wouldn't take a minute just to type 'No way, haha'.

Did she feel a pang of conscience, or did she go to get some water?

"...Hmm."

It was a bit suspicious, but I decided to accept the request. It seemed easy to draw, and it was a situation that I couldn't deny was appealing.

I also tapped the keyboard to send a message to the other person.

[hala: Okay, I understand. I'll draw it for you right away.]

[SpoiledMe: Wow! Really? Thank you. It's a character I really wanted to request.]

I see... She was desperate for such a picture.

My head spun for a moment, but I grabbed the tablet pen.

I had received the money, and now it was time to deliver the value. This was a clear exchange, and it wouldn't change.

So, let's draw.

'Whether that character is really me...'

I would know by seeing her reaction while drawing.

I started to move my hand like that.