Yujia's Hobby Life
Ever since my X-Net followers started piling up, I stopped checking personal DMs unless they really caught my eye. Even then, only if the numbers hit a certain threshold would I bother skimming them. Of course, I'm no celebrity, so they never flooded in—but who sends normal DMs to an anonymous artist drawing hentai, anyway? No point reading them.
Why the hell do they keep sending pics of their own ballsacks? Back when I had around 50,000 followers, I'd check pretty much every DM that came in. But once the ball-sack selfies started showing up regularly, I dialed it way back. That habit stuck, and now I don't even glance anymore.
Anyway.
"YouTube illustration commission...?"
It was the first proposal like that I'd ever seen. Illustrations? Sure, I might be famous on X-Net, but I'm still a hentai artist at heart. I'd gotten plenty of requests for commissions, but one for YouTube thumbnails? Totally new.
Hello. I've been a steady fan of Sino's work, drawing endless inspiration from it. The delicate lines and moody coloring always leave a deep impression—I've admired you with the utmost respect.
Tentatively asking: Would you be open to commissioning an illustration for my YouTube channel? It's a one-off request, and I'd love to tailor the terms and timeline to suit you perfectly. If I'm not intruding on your busy schedule, I'd be incredibly grateful just for you to consider it. Always enjoying your amazing pieces!
They even sent it with high-quality rice bowl pics. Everyone already knows I'm Korean, but they sent versions in both Korean and Japanese. Anyway.
"Hmm..."
Should I take it or not? I'd never accepted anything like this before. As a hentai artist, proposals like this felt downright alien.
Tap tap. I drummed my fingers on the desk, mulling it over. Was this even worth it? If I wanted money, I could've snapped up all those other offers from before—they promised big bucks too. But even the juiciest ones hadn't tempted me. Call it the artist's ego. I just hated drawing what someone else demanded, cash or no.
That's why when Yuu asked me to do a cover for her last time, I didn't take a dime. A manga volume was payment enough.
"Argh, what should I do?"
Accept or pass? I stewed alone for a while until a perfect person to vent to popped into my head.
A moment later.
Yuu replied. It was just past noon, so that tracked. I asked cautiously.
"Argh, what am I doing?"
The second I hit send to Yuu, regret hit hard. What was I thinking, dumping this on someone I only knew online? We'd barely met in person a few times. Shouldn't have messaged.
Right as I was second-guessing...
Yuu's reply was way longer than expected—totally at odds with her usual vibe.
She's right. Her advice cleared my head. She's a senior in the industry; I should listen.
With that, I replied to the X-Net proposal.
Oh, and I replied in Japanese, of course. Everyone knows I'm Korean, but publicly, I'm Japanese. No plans to admit otherwise officially.
*
Tap tap. I carefully wiped dust off the piano bench. It wasn't cheap, so regular cleaning was a must. Couldn't trust anyone else with it. This was the piano I'd tweaked endlessly to suit "Yujia"'s tastes. One wrong touch, and even working parts could break.
So the dust was always my job.
How much time passed? "Phew... all done."
School was out for break. No personal plans for a while. That left...
"Ahem."
Time to indulge freely. You know, the stuff too embarrassing to mention aloud.
I glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then locked the door. Mom and Dad wouldn't come in at this hour, but better safe. Block all variables; hate unnecessary worries.
Click. Double-locked, I settled at the computer. Fired up X-Net. And Hiroi, the hentai specialist platform. I'd been saving all the recent uploads for days like this—once every couple weeks.
Now, just enjoy.
First stop:
"Followers shot up."
Hadn't checked in a bit, and they'd surged. Definitely under 300k last time. Guess the Komai Rito and Kashio Yuu shoutouts paid off.
Seeing an account I'd enjoyed since 30k followers balloon like this? Bittersweet thrill—and anxiety. Hentai accounts burn hot and fast.
...At least it's not blatantly obvious.
Shaking off stray thoughts, I scrolled recent uploads. My breath caught.
No outright exposure, but my eyes wouldn't leave. Teasingly obscured lines, hyper-aware angles—messing with my head.
I bit my inner cheek, leaning deep into the chair without thinking. Heart pounding faster than usual.
Glanced around again. Door still locked, house dead quiet.
Back to the screen—fingers glued to the mouse. Older piece this time. Bookmarked.
Expression way more explicit. Eye contact alone pressed down with weird pressure.
Gulp. Mouth dry for no reason.
This artist's insane... Muttering, I clicked next. Heat rising to my face.
Dimmed the monitor, slowed my breathing, dove deeper.
Today wouldn't end quick.
Straightened up in my seat. No way anyone would catch me like this, but tension hummed anyway.
Fingers darted—back, forth between pieces. Familiar style, but the vibe hit fresh every time.
Long exhale calmed my chest a touch, but eyes stayed locked.
Then—fingers paused.
Breath shallowed, eyes fixed. Subtle shiver up my spine stiffened me.
No need to look further—sensations flowed naturally in my mind.
Heart dropped with a thud; short gasp, strength fled.
Deep breath in, then calm.
"Ah..."
I'd gone and done it. Way too soon.