Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Volume 15 - Avatar Conception (3)
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"Yep, Viriditas without her glasses is the way to go."
These days, I'd put manga work on hold for a bit to draw illustrations for the limited promo cards for my new series, Avatar Conception.
I needed to submit them to the exhibition hall soon if I wanted to start taking reservations.
This time, it was a pose similar to Albedo's Volume 1 promo card or the others—a nude lying down. But to capture the essence of this story, I went with a subtly seductive Viriditas, a bit more teasing than before.
To pull that off, she needed to look intense, so I decided to recycle that 'glasses-off' Viriditas from the scenes where she passionately torments the kids sexually.
Viriditas had always been the meme character who wore glasses when she was meek...
...and took them off when she went berserk.
In this volume, the main theme was her getting corrupted by lewdness even while wearing her glasses, so there were plenty of parts where she snapped and ditched them.
It made sense to incorporate that into the promo card, too.
Since her glasses were basically a seal on her looks anyway...
...this tempting expression without them would make everyone cave and pre-order.
No way they could resist this.
'It's got a different vibe this time—way lewder...'
I didn't forget to subtly wet the area below her pussy with her love juices.
Since she wasn't wearing clothes, expressing the wetness naturally was tricky.
But these little details were what made it truly arousing.
"Looks good enough."
I'd have to wait for the oil paints to fully dry for a final check.
But right now, it felt pretty close to what I'd envisioned.
Time to stash the canvas and crash. I was rummaging for the magic cover that helped the oils dry stably when...
...I suddenly sensed someone else's presence and jumped.
"Mm... What is it, Kali? Still up?"
"Oh, it's just you, Nia."
Why did her sleepy groan sound so girly?
For a split second, I thought it wasn't Nia—maybe a ghost or intruder. Nearly scared me to death.
Of course, Nia herself wasn't exactly harmless...
Artist Siu's paintings were practically known to every mage or mage-in-training.
If she stumbled on one drying half-done in my dorm room, she'd freak.
At least a finished piece I could claim I was submitting...
"Bathroom..."
"Yeah, go ahead. I was wrapping up anyway."
"'Kay."
Once I confirmed she was off to the bathroom,
I let out a sigh of relief, flicked on the light, hastily found the cover, and threw it over the canvas.
Only after tidying my tools, bundling the oil paint smell with magic, and venting it out the window did I relax.
"Aah... Kali, you heading to bed?"
"Yeah. All done here."
"Heh. Night."
"Night, Nia."
Good thing she didn't seem too interested in me.
I'd panicked, thinking she might notice something.
Even with Nia's personality, she wouldn't blab if she caught me...
But the real issue was that she was the crown prince—I'd rather she didn't know.
"Ugh..."
Staying up late into the wee hours painting had left me with barely any sleep, and my whole body felt sluggish.
Still, I had to get up. It was Saturday, and we'd planned to meet at the clubroom.
Even if I slept, I'd just nap there.
"Didn't expect you up early on a Saturday."
"Club called a meeting today."
"Hm, the manga club, right? They manage the manga hall too?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just... last time I saw it was one of the few groups even the student council doesn't touch. Kinda intriguing."
"Heard Professor Rondo went all out for it."
That much was true—it was a huge perk.
No one ever bothered us, no matter what we did.
Even though clubs were supposed to get flak for constant off-campus lunches, we skated by.
Freshmen normally needed reports just to leave, but we did it freely, no paperwork.
The student council was supposed to patrol every clubroom, but ours was exempt—we could jerk off or fuck inside, no one cared.
Technically, it could be an issue if someone tried, but no one ever did.
Who'd snitch internally?
"It's all good, but managing everything is a hassle."
"Yeah, you said it started as just a club."
"Ended up handling the manga hall's stock somehow."
Pros and cons, I guess.
Seeing the girls go wild so carefree made it feel like the right call.
Steering the hall properly was satisfying, too.
And watching my manga spread like wildfire through the academy firsthand? Made drawing even more fun.
Probably 'cause the main customers were trend-sensitive girls.
"Makes sense. I check it out sometimes—tons of good stuff. All hand-picked by you guys?"
"Strictly curated. Could just grab top-sellers, but sometimes lower-ranked ones are gems. Gotta share those."
"...You're dedicated. Wondered what kept you up at night."
...Well, that was for different reasons.
But yeah—if I wasn't hiding that I drew manga, no need to do it at odd hours.
Whether drafting pages or selecting hall titles, clubroom by day or dorm at night? No difference.
The hall work did extend club time, delaying my dorm return and pushing work later. Fact.
"Kinda. But it's fun."
"Getting enough sleep?"
"Probably? Three hours counts as plenty."
"...You're gonna crash hard."
No, not really three hours total...
Night: three hours, plus naps totaling around five.
That kept me sane enough.
"Oh, right. But why push it...?"
"Can't sleep well at night."
Mostly to work in secret, but clubroom naps were more healing anyway.
Honestly? Better than solo bed—Rozaria or Yuria offering boobs or laps when I dozed? Pure bliss.
"Hm, not great. Maybe some sleepytime tea..."
"I'm fine. You're such a worrier, Nia. Exams stress me more."
"True, still not used to the new script."
"Same. Dots are done, but..."
That was our morning chat over breakfast.
After, I split from Nia and headed to the clubroom.
They'd said meet right after eating, so at least one should be there...
"Eek!?"
"Orca. Told you—lock the door if you're using it."
"S-Sorry! Slipped my mind."
Total lie.
She wouldn't have stopped for Rozaria or Yuria.
Me walking in? Forced pause.
Maybe 'cause I'd called her out on the embarrassment before, her face went beet red the second she saw me.
She used to own it confidently.
"K-Kali? Can you give me a bit? Almost there..."
"...I'll wait outside. Finish up."
"N-No, but you're here...!"
She yammered something weird, so I just left and shut the door.
What's her deal?
...Her nips looked deliciously plump from all the development, though.
And that classic girl face right before climax—'Hah♡ Hah♡'—so pretty.
"What're you doing out here?"
"Orca's using it."
"...For what?"
"Clubroom as her feel-good spot?"
Sounded like Orca was defiling the room, but...
Yuria got it and just stood beside me.
Thought she'd barge in anyway for chit-chat. Guess not.
Makes sense—that'd be weirder.
"Too bad. Wanted to show you this quick."
"...Show what?"
"New sketch I started."
"Ooh, dying to see."
Yuria's new work? Hard to resist.
Not finished, but her sketches and base colors had improved lately.
Could tell her intent just from that—perfect for fun viewing.
"Kali? Yuria? What's up?"
"Orca's using it."
"...Huh? Why's she alone?"
Yuria gave Rozaria the same vague answer I'd gotten.
Rozaria's face filled with question marks, so Yuria playfully mimed tweaking her own nipple.
Why demonstrate like that?
"Ah, so you're giving her space?"
"Better to start fresh. Lingering mess is annoying."
"Fair."
And so, the three of us stood waiting outside the clubroom—a ridiculous sight.
Orca finally emerged, face flushed with afterglow,
saw us, and panicked hard.
"Wha—sorry!"
"Nah, happens."
Understandable, but clean up that post-masturbation mess before coming out?
You look way too fuckable right now. Dying to jump you.
Please.
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