Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Happiness Wells Up from the Chest (1)
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I initially thought she was exaggerating, or that it was just a metaphor at most.
But when I casually asked, out came a flood of real stories about her parents—on the level of that pervert elf and the innocent orc I knew.
The details were so vivid that it was hard to even poke holes in them...?
"Uh, wow. That's impressive...."
"I love my mom and dad just the way they are. And I grew up feeling incredibly loved by them, and by their love for each other."
"Ah."
That made sense. From her perspective—having grown up so beautifully—it must have been infuriating to judge all orcs in this world by that standard.
Especially since current orcs weren't doing anything wrong; it all stemmed from the old war days.
Most orcs nowadays knew that and lived quietly, avoiding trouble.
"Our family was always walking on eggshells, but those stories helped people understand us. That's why I want to be someone cool who draws stories that change the world like that."
"Then why not drawing instead of...?"
"No talent for it."
Ah.
Honestly, I could relate to that part a lot, so I had nothing to say.
Still, since she'd made it into the academy, maybe she'd found another path?
"But I do have talent in swordsmanship, so I figured I could use that strength to protect someone cool like that!"
"Huh...."
It was so wholesome—way more than I'd expected—that it actually threw me off.
Mages inherently struggled in close combat because drawing magic circles took time.
That's why there were duel rules with penalties tailored to each side when mages sparred with swordsmen.
Anyway, her idea seemed to be protecting close-range-weak mages to make the world shine brighter?
"So that's why you swore to protect Master Siu? Hoping he'd live long and make the world more beautiful?"
"Yes!"
Thank goodness she wasn't some stalker or crazy chick—just a straight-up, foolishly kind person.
By the way, if she loved my comics that much, maybe comics were her hobby?
If so, I could subtly suggest the comics club when she went out to buy them.
"Oh, sorry. I was about to call you by name but realized I don't know it."
"I'm Orca. I don't know yours either...."
"I'm Kali. Kali Hu Gladys. And feel free to speak casually? You too. We're both freshmen anyway."
"Sure! Kali!"
Maybe because her looks were elf-based, seeing her smile so brightly like that hurt my heart.
She smiled so damn prettily.
And the combo of her sweat-soaked crop top clinging to those massive tits was straight-up cheating.
Watching her breasts jiggle every which way from her defenseless movements made my lower half tingle.
"What's wrong? Something on my chest?"
"N-no, nothing. Oh, right. Have you decided on any clubs?"
"Clubs...? Haven't thought about it. They start next week anyway, right?"
Surprisingly, she remembered details like that well.
Then again, she wasn't just bubbly; she'd deeply pondered the discrimination against her parents and herself.
Couldn't call her a real idiot just because her actions seemed a bit dumb.
"A senior I know is starting a club. Comics club."
"Comics...?"
"Yeah. Drawing and reading them. But the club's really an excuse—the main thing is gathering people to go out of the academy during term."
"Oh, right. We can't just leave the academy during term on a whim."
But they needed a minimum number of members.
I started persuading her: just put your name on the roster, and when it's time to go out, join us for fun in the capital and come back.
If the club didn't have serious obligations, it was a tempting offer.
"Hmm, sounds good. But do I only have to show up for outings?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'd love to go out, but my top priority is buying Master Siu's new releases. I love comics that much...."
"You love comics, so you'd want to draw them together?"
"No, I gave up drawing. But you said reading counts as club activities too, right?"
So she wanted to use the club room as a spot to hole up and read comics together.
That's what a comics club was for anyway—who'd say no to that?
"Of course it's fine. I was worried you might not like that, so I said just sign up and come for outings. Reading comics is the activity."
"Then I'm in!"
Okay, I'd successfully recruited my first club member, and it felt great.
One more, and we'd hit the minimum.
And there was one obvious candidate for that.
My one and only academy friend...!
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Nia, sorry about earlier. I ended up eating with her suddenly."
"It's fine. You know her?"
"Kinda from outside.... Oh, Nia. Decided on any clubs?"
"...Not clubs, but I'm thinking student council."
"Ah, then that's tricky. Sorry."
"Why?"
"That senior's starting a club, and I was gonna invite you. But you can't join clubs if you're in student council."
"I think that's the rule. If you really need me, I could drop it."
"No way. I'll find someone else. Don't worry about it."
Damn.
I'd been a bit hopeful, so the rejection stung a little.
But with the situation being just about numbers, I couldn't drag Nia away from her other plans.
"Gonna head to bed soon. You?"
"Might draw a bit first. Think this'll block the light okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Nah, I'm the one up late. Night."
"Night."
Nia settled in, and I pulled out my notes for the new work-in-progress, diving back into brainstorming.
Honestly, today's academy eye-candy—huge tits everywhere—had been a feast.
Most of my notes this time were breast-related...
"Gotta have a concept, right?"
My initial idea was a work centered on lewd stuff.
That was the broad genre, but every real work needed a core theme or motif.
Problem was, breasts kept flashing in my mind.
"Make breasts the main theme—draw lewd acts with tits? An omnibus with stories of various characters could work."
I brainstormed ideas like titjobs or titty sex.
Each as its own episode.
A collection of short, lewd-packed vignettes.
Focus more on arousal and acts than plot.
'If I get serious about portraying that, I can convey the feeling without weird misunderstandings like last time.'
What I wanted to convey this time was purely the beauty of lewdness.
Best way? Distill it into pure, climactic essence.
This approach creates an environment where lewdness feels sincere.
Of course, lewdness can have stories too—and they often amp up the arousal.
Like my last one, The Elf Dreaming of an Affair with an Orc Feels Frustrated Again Today—pure love packed serious heat, hard to capture in something short.
But this time's direction was different, so omnibus fit.
No deep backstories—just dive into blank-slate characters.
Immerse instantly, like it's your story.
Or peep on side characters if the protag doesn't match you.
"Alright, start with a girl with average-sized tits?"
Her self-pleasure journey begins with tit play.
Main focus: massaging areola and nipples softly, feeling good—from feather touches to twirling, a full nipple-training manual via the protagonist.
Develop Spence's lines or the breasts themselves, turning her into a nipple-sensitive masturbation idiot.
Climax with everyday nipple orgasms.
A classic, arousing lewd comic—that's the goal.
"Okay, imagining it already gets me hard. Adopted. Next...."
Breasts mean breast milk—you can't skip that.
Milky pleasure squirting orgasms sound good.
Huge tits lifted to drink her own milk as she cums.
Or doggy-style pounding with milk leaking everywhere.
Adopt breast milk as an episode.
'Hmm, for balance, throw in small tits too.'
But in a tit-centric world, flat chests might get compared unfavorably.
What if I turn that into the charm point?
Flat-chested protag in a boob-worship world envies big tits.
She strives to grow hers to match.
Sounds solid?
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