I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

She's truly a woman with a terrible personality.

Why do you know my sister? And why do you have her saved in your contacts as "a woman with a terrible personality"? What's your relationship?

This barrage of questions was truly difficult for Kiyoyori to answer, so he could only write down:

The two families had previous dealings.

She couldn't believe it herself when she saw those words.

Oh no! Won't the senior think she's deliberately trying to get close to her?!

Just as Kiyoyori was agonizing over the last message he wrote, LINE displayed a new message:

Where are you? You're late again?

what……

……………………………………………………………

In the not-so-lively corridor, quite a few people were exchanging pleasantries before the class meeting. A slightly warm breeze picked up these words from the ground and carried them to Qinglai's ear, but at this moment she was following closely behind another person.

Kiyoshi covered her reddened ear and walked towards the classroom. The beautiful woman in front of her seemed to have no intention of forgiving her. Her high ponytail swayed rhythmically around her neck.

"Lina..."

"Treat me to ice cream after school today."

"Eating sweets all the time will make you fat, and Reina doesn't exercise."

Do you want to be dragged into this again?

"sorry."

"Om-"

Kiyotomi took her phone out of her short skirt pocket, and the screen showed a contact name she didn't often use—Aki Tomoya.

Kiyoyori gestured to Reina, who was turning around, that she should go first, and then leaned against the window in the corridor to answer the phone.

"Tomoya-senpai, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Uh—" There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the phone, "Hey, Qinglai, it's been a long time since we last contacted each other."

"It was clearly Tomoya-senpai who called..."

"Um, yes!" An Yi raised his voice as if to encourage himself, "I have something to tell you."

Completely bewildered by the other party, Kiyoshi said, "Go on."

Did you see Eriri's tweet this morning?

An Yi suddenly lowered his voice, and the background noise on the other end of the phone gradually decreased as he walked.

"Eri's?"

"To be precise, it's Kashiwagi Eri's."

As if a contact was passing on secret information, Kiyora inexplicably lowered his voice, as if he were saying something shameful.

However, it seems that topics like Eriri's erotic fan art are indeed not something that can be shown to people, especially those who are not otaku.

"Wait a moment, I'll log in and take a look." Kiyotaka took the phone away from his ear, exited the call but kept the call on, and logged into his Twitter account, typing "Kashiwagi Eri" into the search bar.

Don't ask her why she doesn't follow; she's just too ashamed to.

"Um, you need to calm down... Don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive... Eriri might just be having a sudden whim. Anyway, you need to calm down..."

Aki's trembling voice came from the other end.

Kiyoshi impatiently refreshed the still-loading page, but the image that appeared the next second made her want to explode and ascend to heaven on the spot. Although it was still a portrait of a woman with a charming and daring pose, the protagonist of the illustration was two beautiful girls:

Tightly intertwined limbs, intricately tangled hair, and mingled breaths—it's a sight to behold that makes one blush and their heart race, if you ignore just how familiar one of the faces is!

Qinglai couldn't believe it, so he clicked on the image, viewed the original, and zoomed in.

She wished she could use a microscope to observe one of the main characters, who was basically naked except for a loose tie around his neck, and who was being pinned down by the other main character, looking dazed.

This, this, this, this—isn't this her?!

Kiyoshi felt her body gradually stiffen, the world gradually turned gray and white, and then a cold wind swept past her, carrying her, who had turned to ashes, to the Pure Land.

"Eiri-ri——!!"

Chapter 27 Social Death

"Die—!"

Qinglai's outburst immediately drew the attention of the surrounding students, and an eerie silence fell over the corridor before conversations gradually began.

Kiyotomi no longer cared about how others perceived her now; she was more concerned about how others would perceive her in the future. Kashiwagi Eri wasn't some amateur doujinshi artist, but a creator with an incredibly large following, and this creator was taking her first step towards original content—that is…

It's still a yuri (lesbian) story; what tough guy in the anime/manga world doesn't like looking at beautiful girls?

Tomoya's voice came through the receiver intermittently, drifting into Kiyoyori's ears, carrying a trembling tone of excitement:

"This is a crucial step taken by Eriri, no, by Kashiwagi Eri. From now on, she will no longer be just a doujinshi artist; she will have her own works! She will not only create derivative works from the perspective of a fan, but will also be the primary creator, bringing beautiful works to this world! Although I feel very sorry for Kiyoyori, I think Eriri's idea is fantastic!"

Kiyoshi moved his thumb to the red button below the screen.

"I believe you can understand, Yuri, the feelings between two girls that are indescribable, pure and ambiguous, exuding the fragrance of lilies. Although Eriri's paintings have abandoned the pure love of Platonic love, they have also added a touch of reality!"

"Beep—!"

Unable to listen any longer, Kiyoshi slammed down Rin's endless rant. Yes, she liked yuri and would occasionally browse fanfiction or fan art on forums, laughing out loud, but that was no reason for her to want to be the heroine of a yuri doujinshi!

He's still a bottom!

Would anyone normally enjoy looking at their own fan art? Especially the inappropriate kind!

Kiyoshi opened his phone's contacts, quickly found Eriri's number, and dialed it.

She leaned against the corner of the wall, her expression broken, her toes tapping the ground rapidly with a dull thud, "thump thump," "thump thump," an aura that kept strangers at bay, causing passing students to involuntarily walk around her.

"Hello? Kiyoshi?"

"Eri-ri—!" Kiyoshi called out his sister's name in a deliberately low, slightly hoarse voice, as if a cold wind was blowing from the underworld.

"Huh? What do you need me for?"

Eriri maintained her outward appearance of elegance, and it sounded like she was in the classroom.

"Your new illustration..."

Out of compassion, Qinglai planned to subtly persuade her to turn herself in, but she clearly wouldn't listen.

"Eh? Kiyora, you saw it!"

For some reason, she was actually a little excited.

"How was it? Not bad, right? As expected of me!" Eriri's footsteps and her smug tone came from the other end of the phone. "Didn't I say last time that I would draw a yuri doujinshi? This time it's my original work. Are you satisfied? Anyway, I think it's pretty good."

"Who would want to read their own doujinshi?!"

To avoid attracting attention, Kiyoshi lowered his voice, but he still couldn't suppress the anger burning within him.

"You can just treat her as someone who looks similar to you but is completely different, right? Taking it seriously is a losing proposition." Eriri said with a straight face, "Besides, I did deliberately modify the protagonist's design. Only someone who knows you well enough would recognize her."

Kiyoshi gripped the phone tightly to her ear, wishing she could crush it on the spot as if it were Eriri. Her slightly trembling shoulders made her look like a girl who had received some unfortunate news and was secretly crying.

This is indeed very unfortunate news.

"Say it again?" Thanks to her excellent memory, the text below the image seemed still vivid in her mind: "One is a music girl aspiring to become a professional performer, and the other is a literature girl who wants to stand at the top of light novels. At the lowest point in their lives, they met online. The music girl fell in love with the stories written by the literature girl, and the literature girl was also immersed in the music girl's performances. The two, separated by distance, gradually drew closer, like dry wood meeting a raging fire..."

"There are just too many things to complain about! And what's with this character design? You touch your own flat chest and say what you just said again! The setting is so familiar! You really are a model of kindness and drawing inspiration from real life!"

"Huh? What's wrong with drawing inspiration from life? Isn't that what creators are all about? They just used a little bit of your persona, didn't they? And don't get cocky just because you have slightly bigger breasts, you middle school student!"

"Ha! So you only borrowed a tiny bit of my persona, you practically wrote my name on it! Delete it right now! If you keep it up, I'm going to suffer social death!"

Qinglai grew angrier as he spoke, and his voice unconsciously rose in pitch.

"I won't delete it, I won't delete it no matter what. Didn't you see the positive reviews below?" Eriri looked like she didn't care about anything. "Besides, the other main character hasn't even come knocking yet, what's the rush?"

"Don't you find it strange? We may not look exactly alike, but we're at least 70 or 80 percent similar. Aren't you afraid that people will mistake you for someone else? And as the submissive one who's pinned down by someone else!"

"Ha, so that's what you were concerned about in the end," Eriri thought she had grasped the key point. "Kiyori should just obediently lie under Kasumi—no, the other heroine—as a submissive. As for what you said, anyone with a discerning eye wouldn't confuse the two of us."

How could she forget that Eriri is the kind of person who would even draw herself when she gets really ruthless?

"Yes, I was wrong about that. After all, Eriri is already a high school student, but she still has the figure of an elementary school student. How could the readers get such an important thing wrong? I was definitely not thoughtful enough."

"Kiyoshi, you bastard—!"

"Wait a minute, were you just going to say 'Kasumi-sensei'?" Kiyora suddenly remembered the two words the other person had just slipped out of their mouth. "The other main character you mentioned wouldn't be......"

"Hmph!" Eriri huffed arrogantly.

"Didn't you dislike her?" Kiyora asked helplessly. "You leaked my real information to the teacher without permission, and even drew illustrations based on me and the teacher. You didn't plan this all along, did you? Aren't blonde twin-tailed characters supposed to be tsundere? When did the 'scheming' element come into it?"

"Who are you calling arrogant!" Eriri retorted, blushing, her little fangs peeking out in a cute way. "Leaking your information was just an accident, an accident! Anyway, you're not allowed to have too much contact with that woman in private! And you can't have any feelings for her beyond that of an author and a fan! Do you hear me?!"

"You're meddling too much! Hey! Who started drawing fan art of the two of us without permission, and isn't even allowing real-life contact..."

"I'm your older sister, and if I say no, then no!"

"What do you mean by not allowing it, Sawamura-kun? Are you referring to your improper relationship with Shimizu-kun? But judging from your illustrations, it's more than just an improper relationship."

This was a voice as clear and sweet as a mountain spring, flowing slowly into Qinglai's heart through the phone.

Chapter 28 Teacher, Your Image Has Collapsed

"Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

Kiyoshi instinctively took the phone away from his ear. Eriri's scream was like a giant sonic weapon, and Kiyoshi's ears, which were being attacked head-on, seemed to be filled with thousands of bees flapping their wings.

"Good morning, Shimizu-kun." Kasumigaoka, as if she hadn't heard Eriri's shout, brought her lips close to Eriri's phone and greeted Kiyori on the other end in a soft voice.

"Kasumi, Kasumi...Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

Eriri staggered back a few steps, clutching her flushed face. Kasumigaoka's lips had almost touched her cheek, and his breath, carrying that woman's unique fragrance, brushed against her face. Eriri felt her face burning up.

"Uh, good morning, Ms. Kasumi Shiko."

Kiyoshi's hesitant words came through the phone, but it was clear that the two people on the other end were too busy to pay attention to her.