Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: We Live in the Age of Uterus Tattoos (3)
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"Huh?"
"What's up?"
Then Rozaria started examining her book more closely, as if something felt off.
She even snatched the book I was holding, flipped to the same page, and began inspecting it.
She gave me this really strange look, leaving me wondering what her deal was.
"These tattoos have no color."
...I always think this, but it's nice how Rozaria picks up on anything left behind.
I mean, it was obvious enough, but since we'd been seeing the tattoos in black and white up until now, it felt natural to gloss over it.
You just assume they're black from the start—no one questions why there's no color.
In fact, Yuria and Orca hadn't reacted anywhere near as strongly.
"Aren't they supposed to be black?"
"The shading's off. And to me, this looks like it should be flame-colored? Albedo's is white from the start, so it glows white. Probably the same vibe for the rest."
"You're right, Senpai. This is weird. Why isn't this one colored in?"
As the two of them puzzled over it intensely, Rozaria glared at me like she thought I knew the answer.
Of course I did—I made the damn thing—but I wasn't about to spoil it, so I played dumb.
Honestly, if they're suspicious enough already, ripping open the tattoo box would clue them in right away.
"Uh...?"
"What? Tattoos? Sticker box?"
Reading the explanation inside the sticker box, everyone suddenly looked totally confused.
Can't blame them—seeing a tattoo from the comic pop up in real life like that would throw anyone off.
They probably never even dreamed this edition came with something like that.
"So you stick these on your belly to dress up like the Avatars?"
"Seems like it. Too bad there's no white one."
Rozaria seemed to really want white, searching for it eagerly.
I figured she'd go for yellow since she loves Citrinita, but this was unexpected.
Then again, earlier she seemed to enjoy pressing on her uterus...
Maybe she wants to stick on a white one and masturbate by pressing her womb.
Damn, that's kinda hot just thinking about it.
Rozaria slapping on Albedo's white tattoo and rubbing her uterus till she cums?
Honestly, I wouldn't last.
"Ah, here it is. Wait, does that mean we have to collect them by color?"
"What do you mean?"
"Orca, check this out. There's a little one here too, right? You stick it on this spot."
Rozaria peeled off the small yellow 'Alter Mind' tattoo.
She slapped it onto the black-and-white Citrinita uterus tattoo section in the book as a demo.
The moment it came alive perfectly, everyone followed suit, sticking their own stickers onto the book.
"So we need the other four colors to complete the picture."
"It's not just random stuff included."
"We have to finish this image ourselves!"
They were all amazed by the gimmick.
Suddenly remembering something, Rozaria stood up and started getting ready to head out.
Wait, no way...?
"Let's buy 'em before it's too late. We gotta sweep them up before anyone else figures it out."
"Yeah, good point! If the comics club finishes this slower than everyone else, we'll look bad."
"I-I'm all for buying, but... we don't even know what's inside. How many should we get?"
"Plenty. It's not like we can't afford it."
And just like that, from the jump, things were spiraling this way.
I didn't even have to leave the room to guess how this would play out.
Sticker production's gonna be slammed for a while...
"What the hell? Why's everyone just standing around?"
"...They said everything's sold out except the pre-orders?"
"What? That's weird. Didn't I prep a ton in advance this time?"
"A bunch of kids swarmed in and bought 'em up. Probably some who haven't even read the comic yet."
They were worried about missing out, so even without knowing why, they bought anyway.
And now it's actually sold out.
Impressive instincts.
"Ah, we can't go now, right? I wanna grab our share."
"By the time we get there? It'll be the same story. When they take orders for the next batch, include enough for you guys."
"Yeah, good call."
They all looked a bit disappointed.
But what can you do? We wasted time chatting inside.
Sensing the mood turning gloomy, I hurriedly suggested grabbing food and dragged them to the cafeteria.
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"Whew, after getting some real sleep lately, life feels worth living again."
"Told you. Humans need sleep to function normally."
But you can't sleep when work piles up.
I've got my own comics to draw, club stuff to help with, and exams on top of that.
Honestly, Nia—who's lecturing me—doesn't seem like she's getting much rest either.
She just sleeps at night; otherwise, she's buried in student council work and studying like a maniac.
"Lately, all the girls have been buzzing about those uterus tattoo stickers or whatever. Oh, yeah, that."
"Ah... Nia, you haven't seen the Avatar Incarnation chapter yet?"
"I have. That's why it feels even weirder. It's like Magnum Academy or something around here."
Listening to Nia, I turned my eyes to the girls entering the lecture hall.
On the exposed skin around their uteruses—thanks to the high exposure—colorful tattoos now adorned them.
Most shaped like uteruses, each carrying lewd implications that stirred lust just looking at them.
And it wasn't just that—skirts still so short panties were fully visible.
The braless trend from before continued, with breasts jiggling freely.
Honestly, they look more like whores than academy students.
Of course, that's just my take.
'Nia and the guys are getting used to it bit by bit.'
They feel the lewdness, get turned on, sure.
But they see it as sacred, natural, beautiful.
So they hold back from slut-shaming or badmouthing.
They enjoy the view purely as aesthetic arousal, without the negative whore connotation.
'Maybe that's just how it should be.'
I grew up taught that lewd = bad, near-criminal, so that's my default.
But you can live lewdly with consideration for others.
The orderly lecture hall full of uterus tattoos felt oddly off to me.
Today, it sparked a lot of thoughts.
First, it got me hard-level horny.
Then, honestly, I nailed the uterus tattoo designs this time.
Especially the subtle gradient backgrounds—not flat colors—making them glow like magic.
It really sells the enchanted magical tattoo vibe. Love it.
"Wow, but you'd think at least one person wouldn't bother..."
I couldn't fathom how even the upperclassmen were all decked out like that.
For some reason, even the swordsmanship club was catching the trend—surprisingly many sporting them.
Is this for real?
'Well, the cheap price is probably a factor.'
I figured the sixth rainbow 'Opus' tattoo being rare would spark urban legend vibes.
With so many skilled mages around, they'd suspect fakes and dismiss it.
But nope—they didn't even consider that, just marveled like, "Whoa, it exists!" and went ham on the gacha pulls.
Not everyone, of course—mostly the well-off.
But with massive stock of the other five flooding the market cheap as used goods...
Even non-readers jumped on the trend because prices tanked.
Hell, people were gifting extras without reselling.
In a friend-heavy academy, that amplifies.
Probably why the whole place is trending.
"Hm, guys wouldn't show theirs anyway under clothes."
"...It was for girls in the comic, and guys don't have uteruses, so maybe they shouldn't?"
"Oh, right?"
"What, you actually have one on right now, Nia?"
"N-No way."
Ah, crap—teasing backfired. Imagining this dude blushing like a girl over male sexiness sours my mood.
Why does he react so girly to stuff like this?
His build's pretty optimized for cross-dressing—far from manly.
'Hell, if one day he went "Surprise, I'm a girl in disguise!" it'd be believable.'
If I drew a male character like that, I'd get my ass beat for claiming a girl design was a guy.
I do commissions and side gigs sometimes—got thrashed for it once.
Furry types loved it, though.
"Sorry, Nia."
"...The hell outta nowhere?"
"Just sorry. That's all."
"Sometimes I have no clue what you're on about."
Feels like I turned my friend into a weird lust object.
But you made that shitty face first, asshole.
Changed my mind—not sorry.
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