Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Happiness Wells Up from the Chest (4)
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"I hate Professor Rondo."
"And yet you're the one who's sorted way more of the list than the rest of us?"
"I'm just organizing the ones I read before."
I'd left the recent works to the other club members, but I remembered all the good older ones that had been uploaded previously, so I was using those to compile the comic library's purchase list.
We'd clearly started this club to hang out outside the academy or lounge in the clubroom sucking on honey.
Before we knew it, we had actual schoolwork to do.
I'm so sad.
"This is tough... My memory's fuzzy, which makes it even harder. We have to buy all the good stuff beyond what we've already purchased to build up the stock, and it's killing my brain."
"But think of the perks. You get your untouchable club that no one else can mess with, plus a ridiculously huge clubroom!"
"Honestly, if it didn't come with those advantages, there's no way I'd be doing this."
Refusing would've been easy, but putting in the effort now meant big rewards later.
Honestly, skimming new comics to find the fun ones was something our club could handle as a hobby.
Especially since Orca was taking charge of that part, so it was fine even if I got busy.
Orca would bring the first batch, then Rozaria and I would approve them after reading, and that'd become the final list.
For just that much work, we'd get a clubroom the size of the student council's.
And since it wouldn't count as a regular club, we'd get all sorts of conveniences too. Total win.
Well, the professor had been agonizing over who to assign this to, so it was a win for her too.
Still, I'd hammered in the rule that she couldn't interfere with club activities, and that alone made me satisfied.
"For ones with a ton of viewers or popular artists, bump up the quantities a bit..."
"Then shouldn't we get like ten copies each of Artist Siu's works?"
That was a bit overkill.
Most people had already read those anyway, so no need to stock multiples in the library.
Instead, we decided to secure extra copies for new releases from popular artists.
And honestly, once we finalized the list and system, we'd have separate staff handling the actual work, so it wouldn't be tough for us.
We could have students run it like a library if we wanted, but we didn't have the spare time for that.
If some club member wanted to do it later, we could hand it off then.
"Once the list is done, we'll deliver it to the professor... Should we head out soon?"
There was a reason I'd rushed to finish the list, including the new releases we'd bought last time.
I wanted to submit it right away and time our visit to the exhibition perfectly.
To use shopping for new comics as an excuse, I had to wrap this up first.
'And the reason I want to go to the exhibition is obviously...'
My new manuscript titled 'Happiness Wells Up from the Chest' was finally complete.
I'd gone with an illustration of her in a cat lingerie set, semen dripping down between her breasts, for the cover.
Since the story was about using her breasts like a pussy, nothing captured the theme better.
"Ah, so you'll place a pre-order for that many, then?"
"Yes. This isn't under Artist Siu—it's me ordering in the academy's name. Feels like cheating, but what can you do? I'm in charge of both."
The comic library wouldn't just be a place to read comics.
If you wanted to own something, you could go through the library for proxy purchases to stock up.
We'd even offered to handle reservations for famous authors.
But since this wasn't a sequel, it was more like a pre-order—ships as soon as it's made—so securing initial stock was tricky.
The academy was the fastest way for me to gauge reactions, so I wanted to prioritize supply there.
Well, technically, I'd be placing the order the moment pre-orders opened.
"Got it. It's a loophole, but no real issue."
"Thanks."
Now the new release just needed to ship from the factory.
What was left...
'Is Yuria's painting that she drew for the exhibition this time.'
Yuria's new painting carried the same vibe as her previous ones but cranked the explicitness way up.
Before, it was her lying nude on a bed.
Now, it was her in a massive man's embrace, riding him cowgirl-style and shaking her hips.
She said this was what she'd always intended, but she hadn't known what such a scene looked like, so she couldn't draw it.
She'd familiarized herself with sex by bingeing comics and finally rendered it.
Maybe because most references were mine, it perfectly captured intense details like her belly bulging to match the cock's shape.
Yet it retained that masochistic emptiness and broken smile from her previous work.
Semen crusted all over her body, bruises on her neck—the painting told the girl's whole story.
Fuck, it was insanely hot.
"What's the title gonna be?"
"Hmm. The last one was 'Rest,' right? So this time... 'Daily Life' should suffice."
"'Daily Life' for a piece like this? Kinda has a nice ring to it."
"Yeah? It just felt right."
Her words were curt, but my praise clearly pleased her—her idiot bangs were wiggling all over.
No matter how I thought about it, that was fascinating.
What principle made them move like that?
"Go submit it. Then from today, time to teach you magic?"
"Yeah."
True to our deal, Yuria hadn't learned any magic until she finished one painting.
Classes were starting to include practicals, and I'd offered to teach her early, but she refused every time.
So I'd watched her waste class time every session, unable to cast even a single spell.
I'd given her some drawing tips instead of magic, but most were based on Professor Rondo's lectures anyway, so it wasn't hard.
Her natural talent for art meant she picked it up quick with minimal guidance.
Honestly, with nothing to do, I'd just been chilling.
"You did what I said, right?"
"Yeah. Copies only for sales. Once it hits the minimum recommended sales threshold, keep selling."
"Good. You'll probably make some money by next visit."
"You think my painting's that good?"
"Start trusting my eye a little."
"Okay."
It was niche, sure, but anyone who got hooked would recommend and share it nonstop.
Once it spread, recommendations would skyrocket. In my view, guaranteed success.
"Stop worrying. Let's head back and prep for magic lessons."
"Okay."
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I was warming up to teach Yuria magic as promised.
Honestly, every time I drew a magic circle, my arms felt the strain.
No wonder they forced basic athletics on the magic department.
"Hold this and relax your arm a bit. Like releasing your grip. Not dropping the pen, though."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, now imagine something slowly slipping out."
It was super simple, really.
Using this pen just made grasping the sensation easier at first.
A basic tip, but the situation had dragged on like I was revealing some profound secret, so here we were.
Soon, a glow started flowing from the pen tip in her hand.
She succeeded in manifesting mana so easily, and Yuria looked at me in surprise.
Good—if she nailed this, the rest would be easy.
"Now, draw a circle from here."
"Ah, right, for the magic circle?"
"Yeah. The rounder, the better for success."
She swung her hand blankly at my words, drawing a perfect circle magic formation.
I could see it form flawlessly in one go.
I was about to congratulate her when something weird happened, stopping me mid-sentence.
"What?"
Normally, a perfect circle like that would turn nearly transparent—a pure magic circle.
But Yuria's was murkier than most botched ones.
Why was this happening?
"Weird?"
"A little. Try again?"
"Okay."
Same result.
I hadn't expected issues here. This was confusing.
Didn't this only happen with tools forcing the drawing, not personal will?
"Can you try with your left hand?"
Her left-hand circle was way wonkier than before.
But the purity was much better.
I didn't know why her right hand caused problems, but left hand first it was.
"You're used to drawing with your right, so it'll feel awkward, but practice magic circles left-handed. You can probably draw with right for actual casts."
"Hold on, it's just first-time jitters. It'll improve fast after a few tries."
Even so, switching hands and nailing a perfect circle suddenly? Even for a genius, that was too much...
What the hell.
"It worked..."
"Figured it would. Left is harder than right, though. My hand shakes weirdly."
"No shake with right?"
"Nope."
So her right hand's low purity was because it didn't sense mana repulsion or something?
I still didn't get why, but...
Solution found—time for the next step.
"Now you get the feel? Draw magic characters inside and channel mana."
"Like this?"
She suddenly drew a combo of weird magic characters I'd never shown her, freaking me out—I tried to stop her.
Too late. She'd finished at insane speed and infused mana already.
What the fuck is she doing...!
"Huh?"
"Whoa, it actually works."
Over ten characters linked perfectly and functioned normally. My jaw dropped in shock.
Fuck, you tricked me—you already knew magic?
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