Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Avatar Gestation (4)
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I'd managed to tidy up Orca's outfit a bit.
But in the end, skipping the bra didn't make much difference.
Her nipples were so swollen from masturbation that they were poking right through.
"...What about your bra?"
"It's uncomfortable. Should I put it on?"
"Ah, no. I wasn't saying you have to go that far. If it's uncomfortable, it's fine without."
Sure, it drew the eye a little, but I didn't want to impose rules like that in the club room where we'd come to relax.
She wasn't doing it on purpose anyway, and honestly, bras could be uncomfortable.
To be blunt, if it weren't for their clothes, Yuria and Rozaria weren't wearing bras either right now.
"When Orca does that... Hold on. Use this to cover up a bit."
"Aha."
Rozaria fetched a blanket from somewhere and draped it over Orca's chest.
A blanket to cover her chest instead of her miniskirt-clad legs? It was honestly a fresh sight.
'Come to think of it, I'd love to make merch like that.'
Print illustrations on blankets and sell them—total standard practice.
Dakimakura pillows would work too, or acrylic stands.
The problem was most of that was impossible with current printing tech.
Ah, but acrylic stand-style stuff might be doable.
"Ta-da."
"Whoa, what's this? A new piece? Wait, I can't even tell what it's supposed to be."
I could make out that it featured a female character.
Beyond that, it was a mess of what looked like two colors smeared together, refusing to resolve into anything coherent.
Like some modern art piece—it just made my eyes hurt.
"I'll turn off the lights and close the curtains for a sec."
Ah, so it had a special viewing method?
Yuria always came up with such unique ideas, so I watched expectantly this time.
After drawing the curtains, Yuria sketched a magic circle and cast a spell.
"Huh?"
The moment the magic activated, the whole world turned blue, and parts of the painting vanished.
It started feeling like there was just a single black-and-white image there.
So she'd drawn it that way on purpose?
"Cool. The vibe's totally different from your usual stuff, though."
"Weird?"
"Nah, not at all."
This painting featured the same character as her last one.
The one who'd had that utterly broken expression during sex was now smiling with an incredibly ordinary face.
Whoa, it was such a normal smile, but remembering her previous work made my chest ache.
So this character could smile like that, huh.
"Now, if I switch the magic..."
Yuria redrew the circle, canceled the previous spell, and activated a new one.
Instead of blue light, red filled my vision.
The image I'd just been looking at transformed completely, revealing a scene so different I had to wonder if it was the same painting.
The altered version showed the character broken and deprived of everything, just like in her prior work—overwhelmed and violated.
Semen dripping indifferently from her body evoked disgust; it retained that decadent signature Yuria style.
"Whoa..."
"How'd you come up with this method?"
"Professor Rondo mentioned it last time—magic you can use like this."
"Oh, the spell for making lights of different colors?"
"I practiced at night, and the colors I saw changed completely."
She must've gotten the idea from that.
It was a super basic scientific principle, really.
But coming up with it while learning magic in this era? Truly impressive.
She was a genius at wild ideas all around.
"Hmm, but if it needs specific lighting, you'd have to rent out a whole gallery, right?"
"You could view it in a darkroom, so no need. Ah, but that's the hassle, huh?"
"Exactly. That's the issue. Magic can block light too, but it still turns everything around pitch black."
The problem was needing a dedicated dark space to appreciate the piece.
That's why she was hunting for a solution.
That kind of blackout would draw attention, sure, but it lacked the thrill of the sudden image switch.
For maximum surprise, the change needed to hit without warning.
"Hm...?"
Thinking that far, it hit me—I'd seen tons of art like this before.
On second thought, it was like those background-color tricks, not lighting.
The internet fad where clicking changed the image.
Layered PNGs with transparency: one in black monochrome, one in white.
White background hides the white layer, showing the black as grayscale for image one.
Black background hides the black layer, showing the white as grayscale for image two.
On phones, previews had white backgrounds, full views black.
That let one image hold two.
Wasn't this like using lighting for multiple images in one?
"Yuria, here's my idea."
Prep a thin, sturdy glass plate, draw it up in the style I described.
Switch the white/black backing for a similar effect.
I explained, then roughly cut paper to demo—it worked, and Yuria nodded, saying it seemed feasible.
"Never crossed my mind. I fixated on projecting light since that's where I started..."
"Right? Pretty good, huh?"
"Yeah, let's try it."
Then it clicked: etch shadow script on the glass back to prevent light reflection.
That'd make perfect black, right?
Incorporate that as a feature for perfection.
"I can help with that. I'm the only one here who knows record magic."
"Thanks, Ria."
"Why're you the one asking?"
"Please, Senior Rozaria."
"Fine. So, make the back non-reflective without touching the art?"
"Yup."
Having the whole club pitch in to refine one piece felt pretty good.
Wouldn't this mean redrawing the whole thing, though? I asked Yuria.
She looked at me like it was obvious.
"I've failed this a few times already. Not satisfied anyway. Gotta redo it."
I see.
I thought it was pretty enough as is.
But after her insanely gorgeous past works, this didn't cut it for her.
"Oh, and... if we do this, can we submit it under the club name?"
"Like writing 'Graveda Academy Manga Club' next to the artist's name?"
"Yeah."
"But this is your work?"
"Nah. Without Kali, I couldn't have nailed what I wanted."
Ideas mattered more than the art itself, she insisted, demanding my name go on it.
Rozaria's record magic counted her in too, so club name it was.
"Add the year and roles—no issues there."
"Yes, that should work."
If Yuria was cool with it, I didn't mind.
What about Orca sulking alone, though?
"Orca... Ah, how about my assistant? Fetch whatever I need while I work."
"I'll do it! Do it, do it!"
Wasn't that just being a gofer?
Still, trading name credit for gofer duty during production? Fair deal.
Orca seemed thrilled just to join in.
Whatever makes her happy.
"Whew, with my name on it, can't half-ass it. Ria, complex setup okay?"
"...As long as it's not too crazy?"
"Roger."
Guess I was in too, so the image-switch effects deserved polish.
Nothing major—just timing and feel of the changes.
Still, I felt it'd hugely impact the emotional punch.
What started as Yuria casually bringing one painting turned into serious club collaboration.
My plan to nap off last night's sleep debt? Down the drain.
They seemed obsessed with smut, but moments like this showed their true passion for art. Impressive.
Honestly, even as a pretext club for outings, I was glad it existed right now.
Collaborating like this? Been too long.
"...I'm back."
"You look wiped."
"Sudden stuff came up—couldn't sleep as planned."
My heart felt warm instead.
But sleep deprivation hit hard; fatigue crushed my eyelids.
Needed to finish that painting tweak before crashing...
"You aren't gonna skip sleep, are you?"
"Just a bit left..."
"I'll wake you early instead. Do it then."
"...For real?"
"Yeah."
I trusted her word and passed out.
But Nia never woke me at dawn as promised.
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