Cat Posture… Can’t I Just Take One Picture?
Shit. I only had two hours left. Yet my brain, cornered like this, was completely flooded with thoughts about the next chapter of my drama. Even if I started writing right now, I’d be short on time, but the next scene kept flickering in my head and I couldn’t focus at all. Maybe I should just binge the last episode at 1.5x speed and then buckle down?
“Ugh…”
No. The road ahead was still long, and I didn’t have even a shred of leeway.
“Hmm…”
At least I was continuing a sex scene I’d already been writing, so there weren’t any major blocks. That false sense of ease was exactly what had gotten me into this mess, though.
Anyway, as I kept filling in the word count, I muttered out loud like it was a habit.
“‘Mother-in-law, I really want to have your daughter… Would it be okay if I went without a condom today?’ ‘Since it’s my son-in-law asking, of course it’s fine.’ ‘Then I’ll go ahead and creampie your womb nice and hard for the first time in a while.’”
I didn’t know how other writers did it, but for some reason, reading my own writing out loud helped me spot awkward parts immediately. That’s why I usually only wrote when no one was home, and why muttering to myself like this had become a habit.
“‘I press the tip of my cock against mother-in-law’s soaked pussy. Her already dripping folds part with a wet squelch…’ Ugh… It’s about time the daughter walks in on us…”
I pondered whether the protagonist should get caught having sex with his mother-in-law, and if so, what kind of reaction the daughter should have after witnessing it. The usual reactions felt too boring, so I kept brainstorming something more stimulating.
“…Since it’s her boyfriend’s cum, wouldn’t it feel like a waste if it’s inside her own mom’s womb? So she’d scrape every last drop out of that pussy…”
The scene had already reached the climax between the mother-in-law and the protagonist. The daughter was about to appear, and in his shock, the protagonist would blow his load deep inside the mother-in-law’s cunt.
“‘Ah, Mommmm!!’ ‘D-daughter…? H-hng…!’ ‘Get off her right now?! Oppa! Oppaaaa!!’”
The three of them tumbled across the bed. Maybe I’d been racing toward this exact moment all along.
“‘It’s mine! Oppa’s cum is all mineee!’”
She’d pull her boyfriend away from her mother, press her face against her mom’s freshly fucked pussy, and greedily, almost ferociously, suck down every drop of her boyfriend’s load. In the process, her mother’s pussy juice would spray across her face with a wet pshh, and she’d lick the twitching folds with her tongue.
That was when I was deep in concentration.
Ding—
A notification sounded from my phone. Normally I would’ve ignored it, but since I’d just commissioned the illustrations, I picked it up with a flicker of hope. Sure enough, the email was from the artist.
“…Not quite it.”
The narrower waist and wider hips looked good. But the sagging breasts and elongated arms felt even more grotesque. It was clearly different from the vibe I’d gotten when I saw the “younger sister’s” pose. And the wrinkles… I had asked for them, but they looked a little too realistic. I hadn’t wanted it to be this detailed…
I always went through this back-and-forth with this artist. Still, the reason I kept commissioning them was the final quality. This was just part of the process. Once it was finished, I’d probably be satisfied again, just like always.
The reply was going to be long, so I went back to writing. One hour left. About five hundred characters remaining. My goal was to finish the next chapter first.
“‘Mother-in-law’s face was filled with shock. Of course it was—her own daughter had just declared she would suck every drop of cum out of her pussy. There probably weren’t many mothers in the world who wouldn’t be flustered by that.’ Wow… Is this too fucked up?”
Still, the fact that there were readers who enjoyed these situations and kept coming back warmed my heart.
*
“Haaa…”
I’d steeled myself, knowing the feedback alone would drag things out. But it was even worse than I’d imagined.
If it hadn’t been for that last line, I probably would’ve thrown something. Still, the fact that they always paid extra cooled my anger just a little.
“Ah, whatever. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
I’d done everything I could. It was already almost ten o’clock. Thirteen hours of labor in this day and age… Something was seriously wrong with the world. Of course, once this feedback was done, the pace would pick up exponentially… but this part was always the hardest.
Still, I couldn’t turn the job down. The requests came in steadily and on a fixed schedule. They even offered extra pay, so there was no reason to refuse. I was already tired of maintaining communication with multiple writers, so I wasn’t taking on any new work for now.
“Huuung~”
A little hum escaped me at the thought of going home. The studio was only a five-minute walk from the apartment. My head was already full of the idea of taking a shower the moment I got back, then relaxing with a cold beer after a nice hot soak.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…!”
I stretched out luxuriously. After a quick set of stretches, I headed for home.
Vrrr— Vrrrr—
The call that came at the perfect moment while I was locking up was from my older brother.
“Yeah, what?”
“—I’m ordering chicken. You in?”
“Delivery again?”
“—This is the first time this week?”
“Today’s Monday.”
“—…Exactly. First time.”
“Ha! Fine, whatever. I’m about five minutes from the house?”
“—Oh, perfect timing. Then I’ll order the usual?”
“Yeah, got it.”
“—Hey, and… I’ve got a small favor to ask….”
“A favor? What is it? Just don’t ask me to cosign anything.”
“—Cosign? It’s nothing like that. No big deal.”
“Sounds like a huge deal to me?”
“—Anyway, just hurry up. I’m hanging up.”
The call ended with a click.
“…Only says what he wants and hangs up.”
I’d wondered why he was calling for once, but of course it was because he needed something. I stopped by the convenience store, grabbed some beer, and headed straight home.
*
Beep— Beep— Beep— Beep—
The front door lock beeped noisily. Then came the heavy clunk as it unlocked.
“You’re back?”
“Yeah.”
“Dude, you must be exhausted. Go wash up first. Delivery’s gonna take about thirty minutes.”
“…So what’s the favor?”
“Shower first.”
“Seriously, who’s asking who for a favor here~”
My younger sister grumbled as she tossed her bag onto the sofa. She peeled off her outer clothes, dropped them beside it, and headed straight for the bathroom.
The bathroom door that had slammed shut opened again. Through the gap, pieces of the clothes my younger sister had been wearing flew out one by one.
“Huu…”
There was a limit to what words could describe. I’d spent forever looking for pictures or drawings that matched my vision, but nothing fit the exact conditions. Even if I cropped parts and used them as reference, they never blended harmoniously when combined.
So I’d come to the conclusion that I should just use my younger sister as reference. It was true that I’d secretly gotten her help for illustrations many times before. But this was the first time I was going to ask her so openly.
I’d even considered secretly taking photos. But I had zero confidence I could handle getting caught. If I did, I’d probably get beaten to within an inch of my life… or maybe just beaten to actual death.
Still, my younger sister’s heart was as big as her chest. I was sure that if I asked, she’d generously agree like the good sport she was. It wasn’t like I asked for favors often. On the surface I was a jobless freeloader at home, but I still pulled my weight…
Even so, I felt uneasy. I was nervously flipping through TV channels when the bathroom door swung wide open.
Through a cloud of steam, my younger sister appeared wearing a bathrobe.
“Haaa… I’m fucking exhausted. So what’s this favor you keep talking about?”
“Ha, what’s the rush? The chicken will be here soon. Let’s talk while we eat.”
There were statistics that said people were more likely to grant requests if you asked while they were eating. My plan was to fill her empty stomach first, then casually slip the request in like it was no big deal.
“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t listen later?”
“Come on, that’s not fair.”
“Favors are granted at the giver’s discretion. If you don’t like it, don’t ask.”
“Ah…”
She wasn’t wrong. A favor really did depend on the other person’s mood.
“You’re not gonna tell me?”
“Hey, um… that stretching you did yesterday…”
My younger sister was drying her wet hair with a fresh towel. She slowly walked over to the sofa.
“Oh, yeah. What about it?”
“…Gulp.”
The words “can I take a picture of you doing that pose” got stuck in my throat and slid back down into my stomach.
“Do you have to do that every day? Ha, is that the favor?”
She let out a little snort of laughter.
“…Hey, they say it’s good for your spine, and it strengthens your back and waist…?”
“No, so the favor is to do it diligently every day?”
She plopped down right beside me with a heavy thump. Immediately the sweet scent of her body wash flooded my nose.
“Hey, isn’t that mine?”
“…What?”
“That body wash. Isn’t that mine?”
“…So what?”
“Hey! I told you to use yours. Why are you using mine?”
“I can use it sometimes. Is it that big a deal to share with your little sister?”
“When you’re yelling at me it’s ‘hey, hey,’ but now suddenly I’m your little sister?”
“Oppa~ Are you really that stingy about me using your stuff?”
“Ugh… That gave me chills.”
I exaggerated my disgust and pretended to get goosebumps.
“Seriously, you complain no matter what I do. What do you want from me?”
“…Since you used mine without permission, you have to grant my request no matter what.”
“Ugh, so what the hell is the request? You’re dragging this out forever.”
“Huu… Okay, first, don’t misunderstand.”
“Haa… I won’t. Just spit it out already.”
My younger sister made an exasperated face. She grabbed a handful of her wet hair and waved it at me threateningly.
“Hurry up, huh? I’m starting to get suspicious. You gonna tell me or not?”
Under her relentless pressure, I gathered my courage and opened my mouth again.
“Yesterday… that, uh… cat posture… Can’t I just take one picture?”
“……”
My younger sister’s face gradually crumpled. She frowned so hard it looked like her eyebrows were about to touch.