A Lewd Sketch Artist in a Gender-Reversed World - Chapter 65

Chapter 65 :

Out of the blue, I have a question for you all.

So, what on earth is the number 9387?

What kind of meaning and significance does it hold?

The answer was simple. This was the number of views on the nude post I uploaded yesterday. Even if we exclude some duplicate views, roughly 9,000 people saw my nude (illustration) photo.

A whopping 9,000 people... Roughly comparing, it's ten times the number of students in an average high school.

Damn this world!

Ten high schools worth of students have seen my nude illustration!

Yesterday, I truly felt like Uehara AXXX and at the same time, SXXXX. Thinking about it that way sent chills down my spine. And at the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in relief inwardly.

'Thank goodness it was just an illustration...'

If it had been a real photo instead of an illustration, I might have been identified already.

But this time, it was just a simple 2D illustration, so this time I could remain just a human with a similar feeling.

And to be honest, the number 9,000 wasn't that large.

What is the population of our country? On this small piece of land, more than 50 million people live.

Compared to the incomprehensible number of 50 million, 9,000 is like a grain of rice in a sack of rice.

So even if I had a public strip show (illustration), my daily life didn't change dramatically.

I come out of the house normally, get on the subway normally, and go to school normally. There's no sudden pervert intervening or someone pretending to know me. Our everyday life isn't fragile enough to collapse from such a small thing.

But still, I couldn't help but be conscious of the gazes.

"Ugh..."

Inside the subway, I was shrinking from the occasional glances.

They were definitely the usual gazes. Normally, there were always a few trivial gazes following me.

Especially since the weather has been getting hotter these days, my clothes have gradually changed to short sleeves and shorts.

Being stared at occasionally by the 'women' of this world with strong innate sexual desire was something I had become accustomed to by now.

To be honest, I even enjoyed those gazes a little.

But those gazes could be perceived differently depending on the person.

An indifferent gaze could be a means of masturbation for narcissists, and for feminists, it could be just a gaze rape.

Similarly, now even those ordinary glances seemed to hold some meaning to me, and I couldn't help but suspect.

What if that's not just a natural phenomenon due to instinct?

What if they saw my illustration by chance while looking for porn yesterday, and now they're comparing it with the memory in their heads after finding me in reality?

'Tsk...'

It was a very exciting yet embarrassing situation. I'm already this nervous over just one illustration, what would happen if I actually did a nude show.

I heard that victims of hidden camera crimes often suffer from fear of being stared at, and for some reason, I could understand that feeling a little.

While I was alone feeling burdened by the gazes, someone suddenly came up to me and spoke.

I couldn't help but be startled.

"Excuse me..."

"Hii?! Y-Yes?"

Damn it, has the time finally come?

Someone who recognized me is finally going to blackmail me!! They'll show me my nude photo (illustration) on their phone and tell me to quietly follow them if I don't want it to be public!!

And then I'll be subjected to all kinds of violent acts!

Just like in an erotic doujinshi!!!

Even just imagining the situation made my prostate tingle, and I prepared myself fully. No matter what kind of blackmail the other person tried, I was confident that I could handle it with dignity.

Come on! Even if you try to take advantage of me, I'll gladly endure it!

However, what the other person said was surprisingly ordinary.

"Your... shoelace is untied. I was worried you might trip..."

"Ah... Yes?"

I looked down at my feet for a moment. As she said, the shoelace on my right shoe was undone.

Shoelaces are weaker than you think, and if you're not careful, they can come undone without you noticing. I wish my life could be resolved as easily as this...

"Ah..."

Overcome with embarrassment, I quickly lowered my head and expressed my gratitude.

"Why is this untied? Th-Thank you..."

Gradually, heat rose to my face.

I had just made a sound like "Hiii?!" on the crowded subway during the morning commute to school.

The embarrassment that followed was indescribable.

Covering my face, I muttered to myself.

'I must be crazy...'

Perhaps it was fortunate that I was able to quit being a pervert. With my brain soaked in such delusions, it might have been better to quit forcibly.

After shuddering in embarrassment for a while, I finally managed to regain my composure.

'Sigh, let's be confident.'

Hey, it's just an illustration. But I seemed to be too nervous over nothing.

Yeah, so what if people see the illustration. And as I said earlier, since there are only 9,000 viewers, the chance of meeting someone who saw my illustration is slim.

After briefly brainwashing myself, I felt much more at ease. I just had to live my daily life as usual.

[This stop is OO Station, OO Station. Passengers getting off...]

As I steadied my mind, the subway announced that it had arrived at its destination.

I got off the subway, yawning. Today was a school day.

---

School has been very busy lately. Unlike the beginning of the semester when we had some leisure, it's now the end of the semester.

Soon, the massive gift called the end of the semester is waiting, and we have to endure the trial called exams before that.

In other words, it's exam period now.

Even though this is a department where students who like to play around a bit are gathered, everyone studies hard during the exam period.

Perhaps because of that, the place has become a quiet battlefield with only a week left until the exams.

"Hey, how far was the scope of the Sociology Introduction exam?"

"...You're asking that now?"

"No... I was busy studying other things."

"Hey, don't you think Professor Kim Hye-seon is going to make the exam questions super hard again?"

"Definitely, she's going to make us write a page for one question again."

Voices discussing exam-related topics can be heard from all around. Everyone was engrossed in looking at the textbooks spread out on their desks.

Before taking my seat, I looked around the classroom for a moment. I noticed an empty seat that felt particularly empty.

'This guy didn't come today either.'

That was Ho cheol-guy's seat. Ever since that incident, Ho cheol-guy hasn't been coming to school.

Is he scared to see my face, or doesn't he want to show his swollen cheek?

Both could be true, but the most likely reason was the rumor that had spread subtly within the department.

"Hey, did that guy not come today either?"

"Leave him alone, that guy with the terrible personality."

Originally, university campuses are places where even small rumors spread quickly. The mouths of young people who have just started to taste the society never rested.

Moreover, if something big enough to cause a violent incident happens, it's only a matter of time before it reaches people's ears.

And there were a few people involved in that incident, so creating a rumor was as easy as eating a cake.

Especially if the person creating the rumor is an active insider.

"......"

I silently looked towards the back. There sat Yoo Boram with her usual kind smile.

Suddenly, our eyes met.

"Ah... Are you here?"

"...Yeah, hello?"

I waved my hand vaguely.

If there was a rumor, it was probably spread by that girl. Since she was usually close to Lee Eunbyeol, she would know the most about this incident.

Thanks to that, he was able to ruin Ho cheol-guy's reputation so maliciously.

Thanks to her, Ho Cheol-guy's attendance score was being ruined in real-time, but honestly, I felt good.

Who told him to attack recklessly? If he recklessly threw a punch, he should have been prepared to bear the consequences himself.

It was all his own doing.

'Tsk tsk, he's skipping classes just because his reputation was ruined once.'

He needed to become stronger. Be strong and tough, guy.

Fortunately, even though the rumor had spread, the atmosphere was still hush-hush.

Thanks to that, I was still able to live a normal school life. I quietly sat down and started studying like everyone else.

"Hello everyone~ I see you all already have your textbooks out."

After a while, the professor entered the classroom. The lecture was as boring as ever.

---

"──This exam is screwed."

After the class ended, I muttered as I left the lecture hall.

Ah, yes. It seemed like I was going to fail spectacularly. My grades were going to be ruined just like rice in a rice soup.

Not only had my attendance score been significantly reduced, but honestly, I couldn't understand most of what was being taught in the classes.

Perhaps it would be fair to say that my grades were already doomed from a fatalistic perspective.

Schrödinger's cat is said to be unknowingly alive or dead before the box is opened, but I knew my grades were already dead before the box was opened. What is this contradiction of modern physics?

These were subjects I started attending from the middle of the semester. As such, I lacked the basic knowledge compared to others, and inevitably, my understanding was poor. As a result, I ended up falling behind in the classes.

Still, I didn't intend to completely give up.

'Focus on memorization subjects.'

If understanding is poor, then just memorize everything. Fortunately, I was quite good at simple memorization.

During the college entrance exam, I filled most of the minimum score subjects with memorization subjects. I could easily solve simple problems and short answer essay questions.

I was confident that I could hand in a blank paper for Professor Kim Hye-seon's one-page essay question.

Yeah, make the questions as difficult as you want~

'It's over if you give up from the start~'

I muttered nonsense to myself as I walked down the hallway.

Unfortunately, I had an afternoon class today, so I needed to kill about an hour. Today, Lee Eun-byul had a free period, so there was no one to chat with.

I had become a bit closer with some girls in the same department, but I wasn't close enough to join their group. Needless to say, the same went for the boys.

'The sorrow of an outcast...'

Fortunately, this school had a well-made lounge for people like me. I trudged along towards the nearby lounge.

The cool air of the hallway covered my skin. The sunlight streaming in from the windows seemed to clear my mind.

The hallway, devoid of people in the middle of the day, had a certain charm to it.

After walking for a few minutes, I saw two students from another department walking down the opposite end of the hallway. They seemed to be friends, as I could hear them chatting about exams.

"Damn JavaScript."

"F***ing database."

I silently tried to pass by them. I had already heard enough about exam-related topics.

If you talk too much about irrelevant topics, people might avoid you.

Just then.

"No, it's not humanly possible to give assignments the week before the exam..."

As I passed by, one of the girls suddenly turned her gaze towards me. She stopped talking and I could feel her blatant gaze piercing through me, as if she had discovered something interesting.

She looked me up and down for a moment, as if scanning me.

'...What?'

I tilted my head in confusion but just passed by them.

I had already grown a bit from the morning's incident.

The embarrassment caused by delusions of grandeur was enough in the morning. I could easily brush off such gazes now.

As we passed each other and some distance grew between us, I could hear her muttering voice in the echoing hallway.

"Hey, hey. Yesterday, I saw a pornographic illustration that looked exactly like that person? Wow, it's so weird."

"Oh my, crazy. You pervert."

I slapped my forehead.

'Damn it.'

So they saw it.