Tokyo: Oreimo

"Hey, what if I don't want to? This game is a failure, and I roughly calculate that I can only get tens of thousands of yen. It took me a lot of effort."

"Even when you're in the red-light district, you have to pay in advance. I don't want to work for someone else for free anymore."

Phoenix Institute said this half-jokingly.

The current fan art community is mostly driven by passion. Taking "passionate youth/intense battles" as an example, everything from program development to original artwork and CG production is done spontaneously by enthusiasts.

In other words, everyone pays their own costs, and everyone shares the profits.

Ryosuke is also planning to do this, given his limited funds.

"I don't have the extra money to hire you for third-party development, which is why I came to you in person. I can promise you 30% of the net profit..."

"A worthless check?"

Phoenix Institute interrupted Ryosuke, preventing him from continuing, and casually placed a piece of meat in his bowl.

Ryosuke paused for a moment, "You could say that, but I have confidence in my work."

"Really? The author of this work said the same thing to me today."

“…”

Ryosuke Takagi sighed inwardly.

He could understand Phoenix Institute's concerns. After all, time was precious, and the ability to independently develop a visual novel suitable for the market was invaluable in this era.

Ryosuke did not intend to use their friendship as leverage to coerce the other party into agreeing.

But he really doesn't have much money to spare right now.

The real money-burning part is the original CG artwork. Due to technical limitations, not only are artists hired to draw the original manuscripts, but professional scanners are also purchased separately to digitize them, and then professional graphic designers color them.

This is the part that costs the most.

Phoenix Inu looked up and saw Ryosuke's silent expression, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're so easily amused, I was just kidding."

"I'm happy that you've come to me for cooperation. It would be great if we succeeded, but I don't mind if we failed again."

"Huh?"

Ryosuke Takagi cast a very surprised look at him.

"Because I really like you, if all else fails, I might as well use your virginity to settle the bill."

"You bastard... sometimes I really want to beat you to death."

Ryosuke was shocked to realize that he had been teased by the other party again.

Phoenix Academy burst into laughter.

...

"Well then, let's call it a day."

Upon arriving at the station, Phoenix In patted Ryosuke on the shoulder.

"I will first build a general program framework. After you finish writing your script and hand it to me, I will make adjustments. You will have to consider the issue of the illustrator. Once we have the draft, I can help you commission a professional company to digitize it so that it can be adapted into the game."

As he spoke, Phoenix Institute raised the paper bag in his hand.

"As you can see, most of the artists I know are amateurs at this level. They're barely passable, but they probably don't meet your requirements."

Ryosuke Takagi nodded.

"Thank you so much, you've been a great help. I'll finish the script as soon as possible, and try to complete it within two months."

"So eager? Are you planning to take it to the summer doujinshi convention?"

"Yes."

"Then you'd better hurry up. CM exhibitions usually draw exhibitor qualifications six months in advance, and you need at least a demo."

Getting a booth at CM convention isn't as easy as just wanting to. There are many doujinshi creators, and most of them rely on a lottery system to get a spot, although you can get one if your work is of high quality.

Ryosuke certainly wouldn't overlook this point.

"I can write a demo based on the script you gave me, but the original artwork can't be delayed any longer; I need the final draft as soon as possible."

Phoenix Academy has participated in several exhibitions, and its suggestions are all pertinent.

Having a good demo will greatly increase your chances of getting a booth.

"Don't worry about that, I have temporary replacements I can use."

Ryosuke recalled the fleeting glimpse of her at the exhibition and felt that there shouldn't be any major problems.

It seems I've discovered an even more remarkable secret about that guy.

Chapter 33 Night Raid 2 (Thanks to "Colorful Eggplant" for the monthly ticket)

By the time Ryosuke got home, it was already 9:30 p.m.

If this drags on any longer, he'll probably have to spend the night outside.

He opened the front door and saw the lights still on in the living room; his mother, Mieko, was waiting for him.

After exchanging greetings, the living room lights were turned off, and the boy returned to his room.

After changing his clothes, Ryosuke's gaze fell on the game he had brought back. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the paper bag and knocked on the door of the next room.

"Who?"

Ling Nai's voice came from inside the room.

"I brought your things back to you. Please open the door and take them."

"Takashiro Ryosuke said from the doorway."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out inside the room, but then quickly subsided.

"What? I'm going to sleep. I don't know what you're talking about!"

Ryosuke was taken aback.

Is this just burying one's head in the sand?

Anyone who knows her would recognize her at a glance with that outfit from the CM exhibition.

"Well, maybe I made a mistake."

Ryosuke didn't insist, pretending he'd made a mistake, and went back to his room.

He thought he knew his sister fairly well, but it seems he still has a long way to go.

It's surprising that I have such a strong interest in erotic games.

"Let's just put it under the bed for now, and give it to her when she wants it."

Ryosuke dared not put such a thing on the table. If his mother, Mieko, found it while cleaning, he would be in serious trouble like Ryono.

After securing the 'dangerous item,' he spent some time rushing to finish his manuscript. When midnight struck, he chose to stop writing.

I tidied up the table a bit and then lay down on the bed.

Just as he closed his eyes, Ryosuke heard a rustling sound outside, which made him squint.

No way?

.....

Ling Nai reached out and grasped the doorknob, turning it carefully. The sound of the door being pulled made her tense all over.

"At this hour, that guy should be asleep, right? There aren't any lights on in the room..."

Ling Naixin thought to herself, then peeked into the room.

Ryosuke lay on the bed, covered by a blanket, with only a faint moonlight filtering into the room.

The girl tiptoed in, her toes barely touching the tatami mat, and quickly walked to the desk.

After searching thoroughly, nothing was found.

"Where did that guy hide it?"

Ling Nai felt a little anxious and began searching around the room.

"He just happened to run into it and was recognized, but it doesn't matter. In this situation, we just need to destroy the evidence."

Takashiro Ryouno made up her mind, but after searching through all the cabinets, she couldn't find what she wanted except for piles of books and notes.

Where exactly is it hidden?

The girl's gaze swept back and forth across the room, finally settling on the only place she hadn't yet searched.

"This guy, could he have hidden something under the bed?"

Ling Nai showed a slightly nervous expression.

Touching someone so closely might wake them up.

"If we're careful, it should be fine."

The girl lay on the floor beside the bed, wriggling as if half her body was under the bed, her bare legs clamped together, and her buttocks sticking up.

There was no light at all; she could only grope her way in the dark.

As she went deeper, her buttocks rubbed against the edge of the bed, startling herself. She couldn't help but raise her upper body, bumping her head in the process.

boom--

"Ouch!"

Ling Nai covered her mouth in slight pain.

"Oh no, did I wake him up?"

She endured the pain, not daring to make a sound, and waited quietly.

About a minute later, only the sound of even breathing came from the bed, and Ling Nai breathed a sigh of relief.

After feeling around for a while, she finally felt the texture of the paper bag. She grabbed it and carefully crawled out from under the bed.

"Got it! Just like me!"