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"Ahhh, don't touch it—"

Chris screamed and struggled, but she couldn't break free from Wayne's grip. She could only angrily laugh and punch him with her backhand.

After her antics, Chris went completely limp. Even after Wayne let her go, she didn't have the strength to hit him anymore.

"How was it?" Wayne asked, beaming with pride. "Will you dare try to fool me with such insincere rewards next time?"

However, Chris remained silent.

Sensing that the atmosphere seemed a little different, Wayne suddenly panicked and looked at Chris's face with some concern.

Under Wayne's careful gaze, her expression changed little by little.

"Waaaaah...you're bullying me," Chris said, her voice trembling with tears.

She grabbed a cushion that had fallen to the side and covered her face with it.

Hey, seriously?! You're crying like that?

Did she really cry?

Wayne was immediately flustered and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was just joking, it was my fault this time."

"Were you right last time?" she immediately accused.

what?

Having absolutely no recollection of which time it was last time, Wayne could only continue to force a smile and say, "It was my fault last time too, it was all my fault..."

"If there is any way to make Miss Chris stop being angry, please tell me, and I will definitely do it!" He swore, putting his five fingers together.

Hidden by the soft cushions, Wayne couldn't see her expression.

After a moment of silence, Chris said in a low voice, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

"Of course! For Miss Chris, I would go through fire and water without hesitation!" Wayne declared confidently.

Seeing that he was very remorseful, Chris threw away the cushion, sat up, and looked at him.

But that face, which could be both angry and happy, showed no sign of having shed a single tear.

Wien suddenly had a flash of insight.

Good grief, I've been tricked!

Having finally secured Wayne's promise through fake tears, Chris was overjoyed and grabbed Wayne's tie, trying to drag him into the bedroom. "Elbow! Come inside with me!"

Ah this...

Wayne once again experienced the hardships of life.

It turns out that trust is something that shouldn't exist.

—And so is a sense of shame.

Wearing Chris's dress, Wayne sat on the edge of her bed in a very awkward position.

"Wait, are you sure the door is locked?" Wayne wished she could stretch the length of her dress many times over.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I already told you it's closed." Chris grinned mischievously, picked up the drawing board, and began to trace Wayne's pose.

But she quickly became critical, "Hey, relax a bit, I'm not going to do anything to you!"

Wayne's face turned red.

"...If you dare to draw my face on it, I'll fight you to the death!" he warned, his patience finally wearing thin.

hateful!

If I hadn't softened and agreed to be her nude model, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation!

Chapter 482

Wayne finally realized a rather serious problem.

Watching her eyes sparkle, her face flushed, and her pen flying across the paper, Wayne was very worried about his future.

Why has it turned out this way?

At this moment, Wayne finally understood why Chris had acted as if she wanted him to do something several times before, but in the end, she was unwilling to say it directly.

It would be strange if someone under normal circumstances would agree to such an unreasonable request!

However... Wayne, who wasn't entirely without experience in this area, had gotten somewhat used to it.

—Let's just consider it a private moment of pleasure in the boudoir.

He consoled himself.

Chris was still nitpicking his posture, complaining that his expression wasn't natural enough.

"You need to mentally imagine yourself as incredibly beautiful, exceptionally beautiful, yet subtly reveal a touch of shyness in front of others—"

A series of demands that Wayne could hardly understand came out of Chris's mouth.

"Wait, wait, what exactly is this thing you're trying to draw?!"

Completely ignoring Wayne's panicked expression, Chris hesitated and muttered to herself, "Hmm, what should I do? I really want to draw my abs too... but it would look weird to show them while wearing a skirt..."

Wayne listened with a look of utter despair on his face.

What kind of plot is this that would include a man wearing a skirt sitting on the edge of a bed, showing off his abs?!

Isn't this scene pushing the limits of a person's ability to accept things?!

Thinking of this, Wayne immediately stood up.

"No way! I quit."

As he spoke, he prepared to take off the very tight-fitting dress that Chris was wearing.

I cannot squander my life's brilliance so carelessly today!

Seeing that he was actually serious, Chris panicked, put down her easel, and rushed over to hug his overly muscular arm, refusing to let him take off his skirt. "Wayne, didn't you promise? How can you go back on your word!"

She loudly protested.

"Hmph, you've cheated so many times since we were kids, now it's my turn to cheat." Wayne remained unmoved, and pretended to lift up the skirt that barely covered the top of her thighs.

Seeing this, Chris screamed in extreme resentment and pounced on Wayne, pinning him to the bed and clinging to him tightly with all four limbs.

"Don't take it off! Don't take it off!"

She started acting recklessly, which made Wayne a little embarrassed.

Now it really is like wearing a skirt and showing off your abs...

He froze for a second or two, then sighed resignedly and gently hugged Chris's waist.

On the bed, the two of them were pressed tightly together.

In the room that suddenly became too quiet, everyone's breathing could be clearly heard.

Perhaps it was because they had been making too much noise earlier, but both of their ears started to turn slightly red.

Wayne lowered his head and carefully approached her fair neck, licking it lightly as if savoring a cup of smooth pudding.

"Don't you think that's going too far? Hmm?"

After a long pause, Chris finally spoke, her voice trembling, weakly and sternly: "Where?"

Although she didn't want to show weakness, her frail appearance, which made her completely unable to struggle, had already revealed her true condition.

"Even as your boyfriend, I've never asked you to wear a skirt and show your belly..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Chris retorted without hesitation: "Isn't it perverted to make that kind of request of a girl?"

"..."

Does that mean it's not true if the boys bring it up?

Seeing Wayne staring at her with such shock, Chris finally realized the inconsistency in her words and awkwardly looked away.

"Oh dear, I was just trying to create more realistic artwork!" she insisted, asserting that what she did was perfectly reasonable.

“Wayne, you’re sacrificing yourself for art! Art, understand?”

Chris reached out and gently patted Wayne's chest. "—The great sacrifice you made will be remembered forever by everyone who has seen my paintings."

Please don't remember!

Wayne gave her little bottom a slap in annoyance.

The touch was both soft and solid, and Chris trembled violently all over.

"Hey!"

She glared at Wayne angrily, then struggled to get up from the bed.

Wayne, having landed a successful sneak attack, didn't intend to press his advantage. He simply rested one hand behind his head and looked at her sideways.

To everyone's surprise, Chris's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, yes, that's the right position! Don't move, I'll be right there!"

She didn't even have time to put on slippers, so she stepped barefoot onto the plush carpet, picked up the drawing board she had just tossed aside, and began to draw at lightning speed.

Every now and then, he would look up and glance at Wayne.

When she finally signaled that it was okay, Wayne rolled around on her bed several times to stretch his body, and then went to her side to admire the finished product she had painstakingly created.

I definitely didn't draw my own face.

Above the neck, there was only a bald head hanging there, without even facial features.

However, she did capture the charm of a handsome man lying in bed with a hint of spring in his eyes very well.

Every line and every detail on the page is depicted with remarkable realism.

Even Wayne couldn't help but think:

If Chris were willing to become an otome illustrator in this world, she might just become a groundbreaking figure...

It's probably the kind of book that any woman confined to her chambers would be so captivated by that she'd want to keep it as a treasure.

Wayne suddenly understood what that vague, ever-present sense of unease was all about.

—Damn it! This thing is my own notebook!

"This...this is the manuscript you're preparing to submit for the competition?" Wayne asked, his voice trembling.

"Do not."

A glimmer of hope rose in Wayne's heart.

"—To be precise, it was one of the entries in the competition."

Hope has vanished.

Chris looked at the paper cutout she had drawn with delight and rapture: "He's so handsome... He perfectly matches the character in my story! I've decided, I'm going to add a ton of fan service chapters for him!"

Wait, something's not right! Something's definitely not right here!

Wayne turned to Chris with a blank expression: "That comic you're drawing for the competition... is it even serious?"

……

In the end, Wayne, despite his reluctance, accepted her arrangement.

This might sound strange, but after learning about Chris's plot—a story that no normal person could possibly write—Wayne suddenly felt that this sacrifice was nothing.

—Well, she's already done drawing it, what else can I do?

Chapter 483 The Banquet at the Mansion

Days when I don't have to get up early to go to school are always particularly pleasant.

But time will not stop for one person’s comfort, just as a storm will not subside because of one person’s wishes.

After a period of turbulent undercurrents, the capital finally ushered in... the perfect moment to ignite the fuse.

During the traditional festival marking the transition between the old and new year, the king specially prepared a grand banquet, inviting almost all nobles and ministers of a certain rank to attend.

Furthermore, unlike usual, the king seems to be not planning to hold the year-end banquet at the palace this time, but has instead changed the venue to a mansion on the outskirts of the capital, next to Cheonggye Lake.