I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 5 How could she be JK?

"Oh, so disgusting. Someone could definitely die like that. So disgusting!"

Sato Wakaba frowned and finally made a statement that fit the stereotype of a gyaru.

But Sakurai Itsuki understands this normal and sunny girl.

That guy's stuff is really too heavy, not something a normal person can appreciate.

“These are just reference materials.”

Sakurai Itsuki used the most common excuse used by content creators, "collecting materials."

"No wonder. No wonder, it's because you used this kind of information to draw such a disgusting comic!"

Sato Wakaba suddenly realized something, her ears reddened as she angrily shouted, then asked worriedly, "You, you're not going to draw something like this, are you?"

"I'm a decent person, how could I possibly go to the adult entertainment industry? Besides, I'm not the audience for this kind of work."

Sakurai Itsuki quickly issued a clarification statement.

If it was really his collection that was caught, Sakurai Itsuki would admit it.

But this kind of heavy stuff has nothing to do with Sakurai Itsuki's hobby. It would be so unfair if he was misunderstood as a pervert for no reason.

"Then why did you buy this thing?"

Sato Wakaba narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes full of suspicion.

"Don't you find that the artwork in this book is very good?"

Sakurai Itsuki finally thought of the guy's good points.

After swallowing her saliva, Sato Wakaba carefully opened the book again with a strange feeling.

"It seems so," Sato Wakaba said, scanning the screen critically. "But the content is still..."

She didn't want to help out with this kind of work; it was too far from the life of a cartoonist that she longed for.

"Well, I need to go inside and make a phone call."

Sakurai Itsuki chose the most common method to avoid embarrassing situations and slipped away.

Sakurai Itsuki walked into the house, took out his cell phone, and found the Class A war criminal, Akinami Yumi, in the private message.

His last private message to Sakurai Itsuki was, "You bastard, you're drawing this kind of plot again and want to whip my corpse!"

And the news above is:
[You pervert, are you a M?! ]

The message is sent two minutes after I update the latest post.

This guy with a 2D black girl avatar started harassing him with private messages since he just started serializing "Flame Fist".

Logically speaking, for someone like this whose few speeches can pass the review, Sakurai Itsuki should have rewarded him by putting him on the honorary commendation list.

However, there are always exceptions.

If you click on that guy's Twitter interface, the first thing you will find is that there are quite a few people following him.

If you click on the work link at the top and enter PIXIV, you will be amazed by the guy's superb painting skills.

Of course, most of the content is filled with elements that are not suitable for children.

Sakurai Itsuki thought that the two of them were in the same industry, and their online chatter didn't cause any real harm. Maybe they could be of help in the future, so he didn't block him.

But he didn't know what to reply, so he replied with a classic Emjio emoticon of sweating soybeans to express his speechlessness.

As a result, from then on, the guy seemed to get more and more excited.

Every time Sakurai Itsuki updates his comics or posts on Twitter, he will immediately send Sakurai Itsuki a private message with a bunch of dirty words.

And every time, Sakurai Itsuki would respond speechlessly with sweaty soybeans.

Later on, it even became a tacit understanding.

As for the heavy-mouthed script, it was handed to him by his female editor named Shinkawa Aimei during a storyboard meeting not long ago.

As an editor of jump+, in addition to handling various matters of serial painters and reviewing submissions from new painters, I will also take the initiative to discover new painters.

At that time, she also discovered this artist who was very good at drawing heavy-mouthed books.

She felt that this guy was deliberately imitating Sakurai Itsuki in both the storyboard and the lines, and she thought he was probably a fan of his.

Therefore, Shinkawa Aimei handed it to Sakurai Itsuki, asking him to judge it when he had time.

This is why Sato Wakaba misunderstood that Sakurai Itsuki had a strange habit.

Sakurai Itsuki clicked on Akimari Yumi's profile picture and entered his homepage.

The tweet he posted today was: [I had butter bread after school today and was so happy that I wanted to cry! TAT].

The replies below were: [Teacher Xiaowei is so cute! ] and other outrageous comments.

Sakurai Itsuki marveled at the wonders of the online world, and then lamented that manga artists were truly a gathering place for abnormal people. Forget about the guy in his previous life who pretended to be an elementary school girl online all day.

In this life, I met another heavy-mouthed artist who had a 2D beautiful girl profile picture and a feminine pen name. It was obvious that he was pretending to be a JK.

In fact, when Sakurai Itsuki was opened by Sato Wakaba in the afternoon, he suspected for a moment that she was Akina Yumi, but he was quickly cleared of suspicion.

Now looking back, thinking carefully, what kind of female high school student would draw this kind of thing while sending obscene messages to harass others?
When a normal high school girl sees such heavy scenes, she should react with disgust like Sato Wakaba and avoid it as much as possible.

If nothing unexpected happens, that guy is most likely a greasy uncle with a big belly.

Sakurai Itsuki thought so, and then as usual, he sent him a sweating soybean emoji in a private message, and then called his editor.

Kyoto, suburbs.

A Japanese-style house with a classical atmosphere and huge rooms.

"Ah!"

Hase Shion, who was curled up in a wooden chair, couldn't help but sneeze.

"Well"

She sniffed, then lowered her legs, gently pushing the floor with her toes while twisting her body forward.

Like a caterpillar, he drove his chair slowly towards the computer desk.

She reached out to take out the tissue on the computer desk, and then reached out to touch the mouse to open the private message interface.

She finally waited for the classic scene of sweating like soybeans, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

It is said that sneezing means someone is saying something bad about you behind your back.

Could it be that Haruki Nagayama was saying something bad about me? What would his expression be like now?

Hane Shion crumpled the toilet paper into a ball, turned around and threw it in a gorgeous parabola towards the trash can.

Then he left the classic line "I want to force myself on you" in the chat box again.

Of course, Hanase Shion has no psychological burden about her actions.

Since you've disgusted me with the plot, it's only natural for me to feel a little disgusted back, right?

Hane Shion was lying on the table, giggling.

Bang, bang!
There was a sudden knock on the door.

Hane Shion, who was originally slumped over on the table, was so frightened that she suddenly sat up.

She quickly closed her computer screen and used her fingers to tidy up her long black hair and expensive tulle nightgown.

She once again skillfully transformed herself from a heavy-mouthed doujinshi artist into that elegant young lady from a noble family.

"Please come in."

Her voice was calm and even her breathing was steady, like a newscaster.

"Long time no see! Did you miss me? My lovely Shion~"

Masako Hanase, with her neat short hair, slid the wooden door open and walked into the room with a nympho look on her face.

"Oh, it's you! Could you please tell me your name before you knock on the door? I'm so scared."

When Hane Shion saw that the person coming was her sister, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then her upright figure instantly softened on the chair like fluid.

In front of her sister, she doesn't need those superficial efforts.

"Hahaha, are you that scared?"

Masako Hanase rushed over with laughter and ruffled her hair vigorously.

"Oh, you ask even though you already know the answer."

Hane Shion rolled her eyes at her sister and pushed her hand away from her hair.

If that kind of thing were to be exposed to the rest of my family, really, everything would be over.

"Can't you be gentler towards your sister? I came back from Tokyo just for you." Masako Hanase put her hands on her hips and complained, "Do you still want me to take you to Tokyo?"

After hearing this, Hane Shion was silent for a moment, then hugged her legs with both hands, looked down at her toes, and quietly surrendered.

".I'm sorry, but I have to go to Tokyo."

"Have you really made up your mind? That old man will probably be very unhappy." asked Masako Hanase.

"Yeah. I'm going to Tokyo. An editor from Jump has already contacted me. Even if my father objects, I'm going to go."

Hane Shion pecked her head, and although she still lowered her head, her tone was firm.

"I must participate in this newcomer award!"

(End of this chapter)