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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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The concept proposal for the short animated film, which I had completely forgotten about, was fast approaching its deadline.
Yoo Bam – Don’t overthink it, everyone. The important thing is the idea! It doesn’t have to be perfect, so let your imaginations run wild!
That was Yoo Bam noona’s message in the club group chat from a few days ago.
I was hoping for some tips, but it wasn’t helpful at all.
Late at night.
I sat at my desk, endlessly twirling my pencil. The notebook in front of me had been blank for an hour.
Thirty more minutes passed.
I stretched and grumbled in frustration.
“Ugh, why can’t I think of anything? This stupid brain. I don’t even know where to start.”
I was stuck from the very beginning, unable to even choose a main theme. No matter how intently I stared at the notebook, it remained a blank page.
“This is why I gave up on becoming a manga artist…”
I once dreamed of becoming a manga artist.
After realizing I had a talent for drawing, I thought I could create amazing works like the manga I loved.
I practiced a lot.
I taught myself basic line drawing, panel layouts, and directing techniques through textbooks and online courses.
But I was utterly lacking in storytelling ability. I realized then that being a manga artist wasn’t just about drawing well.
If someone asked me to draw NSFW art, I could finish a sketch in no time. I could even go a step further and design the character’s specific appearance.
But when I tried to create a story based on that character, nothing came to mind.
How to build the world, what to choose as the main theme, what episodes could be derived from that theme…
I couldn’t come up with any of those details.
I slammed my head on the desk in despair.
“Argh! I could easily depict the beautiful curves of the female body, the subtle wrinkles of the armpit, the folds of stockings on thighs, the texture of feet to excite foot fetishes, in vivid detail!”
When it came to drawing female characters, I was confident I could hold my own against professional manga artists!
But creating a story… that was impossible.
“…Ah, whatever.”
I should just sleep.
I threw my pencil down and jumped into bed. I felt even more drained than after… you know.
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Sleep is the ultimate refuge.
God gave humans sleep as compensation for all the worries in this world.
But sleep eventually ends.
“Proposal…”
That was the first thing I said upon waking up. I hadn’t slept well because I kept trying to come up with ideas even with my eyes closed.
“Should I skip class today? I’m so tired I could die…”
Throb!
“…I’m so healthy.”
Despite the lack of sleep, my lower body was awake and alert. I reluctantly washed my face, and even the fatigue seemed to wash away.
Thanks to eating well and exercising lately, I was getting healthier by the day. Though my weight loss had plateaued.
‘I don’t think I used to get this hard. Is it because I lost weight?’
My diet had been stagnating recently, but compared to when I was over 130kg, I was a different person. Back then, I was a total pig, but now I was just a little chubby.
I changed into my workout clothes.
It was time for my morning workout.
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After the exam period, my morning workouts with Seora noona resumed.
Our workout began with a run along the Cheonggyecheon stream before heading to the gym.
“Alright, shall we do a light 10km run today?”
Seora noona said with a refreshing smile. She was always so energetic. And incredibly fit.
On the other hand, I said with a grimace,
“How is 10km a ‘light’ run…?”
Even though I ran every day, I was always apprehensive before starting. It was incredibly tiring.
“Ahaha. Such weak words from someone who runs so well. Let’s go.”
Noona patted my back and started running. Her movements were always so springy.
‘I always think this, but shouldn’t Seora noona have been an athlete?’
Of course, I had more strength, but that was due to my advantage as a man. I couldn’t compete with Seora noona in terms of cardiorespiratory endurance or athleticism.
Honestly, for me, a 10km run was pushing my limits. Running that distance with a body weighing over 90kg was no easy feat.
Yet, the reason I could complete it was…
Wiggle, wiggle.
…because of the amazing ass moving in front of me.
It was a breathtakingly toned backside that never failed to amaze me. It was a luscious ass in a different way from Ju Hana’s.
Saying that makes me sound like a pervert peeking at his friend’s ass, but…
‘So what? She touched my dick.’
Isn’t touching more intimate than looking?
Of course, nothing like that had happened since then.
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After our workout, I headed to school.
I had afternoon classes today, so I had some free time, but I would be doing the same thing whether I was at home or at school. I figured I’d go to the club room and ask for help rather than racking my brains alone at home.
But when I arrived at the club room…
“Hmm, no one’s here…”
I should have contacted them beforehand.
Just as I was feeling disappointed and opening my notebook…
Ding! Ding!
= (Photo)
A familiar nude photo arrived.
It was from Backsa, or rather, Ju Hana.
Hana had deactivated her “Backside_Of_One” account after we had sex. And now, like this, she was sending me nude photos directly through messenger.
= What do you think? I tried bending over and getting my pussy in the shot.
= Is it hotter than before?
I chuckled at the messages that followed the photo. She was so shy when we ran into each other at the club room the other day, but she was unrestrained in her messages. As expected of the internet warrior.
Well, I was the one who told her not to post the photos anywhere else and to only send them to me. Since she even deactivated her alt account, I should give her a proper response.
Well, it’s definitely hotter when your pussy’s in the shot.
But why are you taking pictures like that now? You never used to take such explicit photos.
Hana never directly exposed her genitals when she was running her alt account. The most revealing photos were probably just her entire back. Of course, those were more than enough to be considered lewd.
= Because it’s Kang Cheol.
= We’ve already done more than this, so it’s okay, lol
= (Shy panda emoticon)
She was being unusually shy. Or rather, this seemed more like the real Hana.
I chuckled and replied.
By the way, where are you now?
= I’m on my way to school.
Do you have morning classes?
= Not really, but I have some assignments to work on beforehand. My class is in the afternoon.
Then do you want to come to the club room? I’m here.
= Really? I’ll be right there!
Thanks. I need my mentor’s help.
There was no reply to my last message.
But about 15 minutes later, the club room door opened, and Hana entered. Was she almost at school already? She seemed a little out of breath.
“Did you run all the way here?”
“N-No… cough”
“Sure. Here, have some water.”
I handed her some water, and Hana accepted it with an embarrassed look.
After catching her breath, Hana sat next to me and said,
“You said you needed help…?”
“Yeah. We have to write a proposal for the short animated film we’re making. I’m completely lost.”
“Oh. B-But I’m not that knowledgeable…”
“Any advice would be helpful. I haven’t even started yet.”
“Huh? There are only four days left…”
“I know. It’s driving me crazy.”
I had been racking my brains for almost a week, but no ideas came to mind. I even asked Seora noona, whom I met this morning, but I couldn’t get any useful advice.
Seora noona said:
Sorry. Honestly, I don’t know either. We didn’t make animated films when I was president. And I can’t participate in this project due to time constraints.
Seora noona was the only fourth-year in the club.
In other words, she was in her final year and extremely busy. So, instead of blaming her for not being able to participate, I should be grateful that she was willing to help with club activities despite her busy schedule.
“Hana, are you done with yours?”
“Me? I’m almost done…”
“Really?! Can I see it? I’ll just use it for reference!”
Without realizing it, I leaned in close to Hana. I couldn’t believe she was almost done already. I suddenly felt a surge of respect. As expected of my mentor.
Hana flinched and grabbed the mouse.
“I-It’s okay to show you, but… I’m not very confident. It’s just a simple outline of my ideas…”
“That’s more than enough. I haven’t even started. Ah, I’m so glad you’re my mentor, Hana.”
“R-Really?”
Hana tilted her head uncertainly.
I complimented her, half-jokingly,
“Of course. If it were Saebyeok sunbae… I’d be too scared to even talk to her properly, let alone ask questions.”
“Saebyeok unnie? She’s nice…”
“Eh, she’s only nice to you guys. She’s always nagging me.”
“Sh-She doesn’t mean it in a bad way.”
Ju Hana defended Han Saebyeok.
I hadn’t intended to, but it felt like I was talking behind her back. Feeling a pang of guilt, I laughed awkwardly.
“That’s good then. I don’t dislike Saebyeok sunbae either. She’s just a bit intimidating.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s because unnie doesn’t like men… Ah, it’s open. This is my proposal.”
Was it my imagination? It felt like she changed the subject.
I felt a sense of unease, but I let it go. That wasn’t important right now. I carefully examined Hana’s proposal.
It started with an explanation of the theme, storytelling method, and key features, followed by simple storyboards of the opening scene and key moments.
To summarize Hana’s concept proposal in one phrase:
‘A romantic comedy about an introverted cosplayer and a popular photographer.’
It felt familiar. A cliché often seen in Japanese light novels and anime. But clichés become clichés because they work.
The focus seemed clear, but would it be suitable for a short animated film?
‘Well, it’s not my place to judge.’
My task wasn’t to evaluate Hana’s proposal, but to use it as a reference to get a feel for things. I was in no position to judge anyone when I hadn’t even started yet.
I read the proposal repeatedly. I wasn’t sure if this would help me get any ideas, but…
Just then, I heard a rustling sound next to me. I turned around and…
“…Oh.”
I made eye contact with Hana, who was taking a selfie in silent mode with her skirt lifted.
…Okay, I could understand that. Someone who takes nude photos could also take upskirt photos. Though I didn’t understand why she was doing it next to me.
But…
“…When did you take your panties off?”
Wasn’t it a bit much to take your panties off right next to someone?
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