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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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After the video masturbation session with A-reum…
Feeling an unusually empty post-orgasm clarity, I went into hyperfocus mode and started working on my main job: creating illustrations.
This particular commission was for an illustration of a female character with an SM theme.
The client was Yoo Si, a regular and big spender.
Usually, clients commissioned work through the website or social media, but Yoo Si, being a regular, knew my KakaoTalk ID and contacted me directly.
I always prioritized Yoo Si’s commissions. Not only was she a big spender and a regular, but she was also the one who recognized the “aesthetic of arousal” in my art back when my skills were still rough.
(Attached reference material for the female character’s appearance)
Brown, medium-length hair, reaching just below the shoulders. F-cup breasts.
Wearing a collar. A man’s hand is visible, holding the collar. Wearing raccoon ears. Wearing an eyepatch (loosely, so one eye is visible). Wearing handcuffs.
Version 1: Wearing a shirt.
Version 2: R-18, nude.
I checked the reference material and character concept sheet, organized in an Excel file. Now, I just had to sketch based on this.
Oh, but there was something I needed to check first.
What about the composition?
Do whatever you think is best. I trust you~.
Okay. What about the novel chapter for this one?
OMG! I forgot. Hold on, I’ll send it right away.
(Chapter 253 attached)
Yoo Si was an adult web novel writer. Surprisingly, she didn’t write for a female audience; she wrote typical male-oriented adult web novels.
Though her popularity is a bit…
How should I put it? The story and characters were decent, but the writing itself felt lacking.
No, that wasn’t quite right. Her writing skills were decent, but the frequent typos and grammatical errors made it hard to focus on the story.
I wonder if Yoo Si is a foreigner.
That thought came to me because of the frequent grammatical errors, and her writing had a distinct machine-translated feel. I often felt it even in our KakaoTalk conversations.
But looking at her diverse vocabulary, she didn’t seem like a foreigner. She even used a lot of Chinese characters and idioms for emphasis.
The sentence structure made me think she might be American, but her vocabulary seemed Korean. The frequent use of Chinese characters made me wonder if she was Chinese, but ultimately, it was a mystery.
I had asked her directly before.
But Yoo Si never revealed any personal information. The only thing she had revealed was that she was a woman. She seemed uncomfortable, so I stopped asking personal questions.
I wasn’t that curious about her personal life anyway, so we just interacted like online friends. I just felt a little bad for her strangely entertaining yet unentertaining novels.
An adult novel where the sex scenes were boring, but the regular story was interesting… Was there a disconnect between what she wanted to write and what she was good at writing?
Honestly, her descriptions of emotions are also a bit…
It felt like it was written by a woman who didn’t understand men, or a man who didn’t understand women. Or rather, most of her descriptions of emotions stemming from human relationships felt unnatural and hard to relate to.
That’s why I sometimes thought after reading her novels, This girl must have social anxiety like me.
But I never voiced these thoughts.
Yoo Si was the client, and I was the artist. I was afraid that unsolicited feedback would be seen as presumptuous advice. What if she took it as criticism?
So, before starting on Yoo Si’s commissions, I always read the corresponding novel chapter. As the illustrations were meant to accompany the story, it helped to understand the context and create a more immersive experience.
Okay. I finished reading it. I’ll start working now.
Looking forward to another great illustration~.
I was a pretty fast worker. To exaggerate slightly, it was almost impossible to find another artist in this industry who could produce consistent, high-quality work at my speed.
I quickly finished the sketch and sent it to her.
Something like this? (Sketch attached)
Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted! As expected of Kang Cheol!
Yoo Si sent a flurry of excited messages.
Even whales dance when praised.
Encouraged, I got back to work. As I focused, the music playing through my earphones faded, and I felt myself entering a flow state.
I wasn’t sure when it started, but once I started concentrating, I would lose track of time. Maybe it started after I became a shut-in?
I finished the line art and sent it to her, and she immediately approved it. Next, I roughly filled in the colors, added layers, and drew the accessories.
The illustration was nearing completion.
I refined areas I wasn’t satisfied with, added a background, and enhanced the details. Finally, I added effects to make it more dynamic.
Amazing, Kang Cheol!
As expected of the artist I discovered! The aesthetic of arousal! An artist of beautiful curves!
No one draws as well and as fast as Kang Cheol! Speed star!
Yoo Si showered me with praise.
I touched my nose, feeling a sense of pride.
But the messages kept coming.
[Kang Cheol, I’m sorry. Is it possible for you to do a few more?]
[Suddenly? When’s the deadline?]
[Tomorrow at 12.]
[Wait, noon?]
[Yes, before lunch.]
[…How many?]
[Three.]
I cursed out loud.
“What the fuck! You should have told me earlier! You had so much time yesterday and the day before—!”
I furiously typed out a message. This was too much!
But before I could send it, Yoo Si messaged me first.
[Sorry. I forgot. Or rather, I was mistaken. I thought I had already commissioned these.]
[I’ll pay you double.]
My fingers stopped.
Select all. Delete.
I erased the long message and typed four simple words.
[You can count on me.]
[Kang Cheol, you’re the best!]
Double the pay? I’d pull an all-nighter for that.
Especially since she was offering four times the original amount…
But then I suddenly remembered something.
Tomorrow was the first day of classes. Even though the deadline was noon, I had to finish by morning.
I was screwed.
I somehow managed to finish the three additional illustrations.
I hit the send button and collapsed onto my desk.
“Ugh…” A zombie-like groan escaped my lips.
“…Can I even sleep?”
I looked out the window.
Chirp—!
An oblivious sparrow chirped cheerfully.
The sky was beginning to lighten.
“Maybe I can get an hour or two of sleep…”
My first class was at 10 AM.
It was a little past 7 AM now, so I could sleep for about two hours, get ready, and head to school.
I dove into bed and passed out.
Ding-dong— Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!
“Huh?!”
Someone was frantically ringing my doorbell.
I had just closed my eyes! Who the hell was this?!
I wanted to ignore it, but the incessant ringing made it impossible. This was infuriating. Grinding my teeth, I opened the door.
“Who the hell is this early in the mor—!”
“Kang Cheol!”
The woman who threw herself into my arms was, of course, Pi A-reum. No one else would do this.
“A-A-reum? What’s going on?”
“It’s the first day of classes! I came to go to school with you!”
“…Do people normally visit at this hour? It’s seven in the morning.”
“What are you talking about? It’s eight-thirty.”
“Huh?”
I had just closed and opened my eyes. What was she talking about?
But she was right. I checked the wall clock; it was a little before 8:30 AM.
“What the…”
An hour and a half had passed just like that?
“C-Come in.”
“Okay.”
I was glad A-reum came. I almost missed my first day of classes.
“A-reum, make yourself comfortable. I’ll go wash up.”
Without waiting for a reply, I rushed to the bathroom. I looked terrible after pulling an all-nighter. I had stubble, and there were dark circles under my eyes. It wasn’t just the lack of sleep; the prolonged concentration had taken its toll.
I washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and showered all at once. After shaving and washing my face, I finally looked presentable.
I stepped out of the bathroom.
“…A-reum?”
Why was she taking off her panties?
A-reum smiled sweetly and lifted her skirt, exposing her vulva.
“See? Now we can do it without taking off our clothes.”
This crazy nymphomaniac! I was too tired!
…I wanted to say that, but my little brother had other ideas. A-reum smiled in satisfaction as she saw my instant erection. I couldn’t hide it since I had just stepped out of the shower naked.
“You wanted to do it too, didn’t you, Cheol-jin? I’ve been thinking about it all morning, so I came over.”
“But…”
“Oh, right. I brought this because I wanted to try it.”
A-reum pulled out a small plastic container.
“It’s lube. With this, we can do it even when I’m not wet. I was curious about how it would feel.”
She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and applied it to her pussy and my penis.
Slip, slide. Squish.
The viscous lube stretched between her fingers.
My penis, touched by her hand, grew even harder.
“We don’t have much time, so let’s hurry. We can’t be late on the first day of classes.”
If you knew that, shouldn’t we not be doing this? I offered a perfectly logical answer.
“A-reum, grab the bed, turn around, and stick your ass out.”
Oh my god, what am I saying? My brain seemed to have been hijacked by my penis.
I held my throbbing erection and positioned it at A-reum’s entrance. I gave her round buttocks a firm squeeze before placing my hands on her hips.
Push…
“Hnnn! Ah!”
“Oh… you’re so tight…!”
Perhaps because she wasn’t fully aroused yet, she felt even tighter than during our first time. I felt like my penis was being crushed.
“Ahh… this hurts a little…!”
“Sh-Should we stop?”
“No! Keep going. This might be… good?!”
Was she a masochist?
A-reum seemed to be enjoying the slight pain.
Squish, squish, squish, squish!
Doggy style was getting me there quickly. I must have a preference for it. I thought I preferred missionary, where I could see her face, but maybe my preferences changed daily?
“Nghh! Ahhn!”
A-reum’s moans intensified. She was getting just as aroused as I was.
She seemed excited to be having sex after four days.
The lube we had applied had long since lost its effectiveness. We were now slick with my precum and her fluids.
As I thrust, I found myself captivated by her smooth buttocks. I gently caressed them and said,
“A-reum, can I spank you?”
“Hnn… you’re into that kind of thing, Cheol-jin?”
“I’m not sure. But I want to try. Your ass looks really firm.”
Perhaps it was the influence of the all-nighter I pulled working on the illustrations. Half of Yoo Si’s commission had been SM-themed.
“You can spank me. But not too hard, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll be gentle.”
I decided to gradually increase the intensity.
At first, I just lightly tapped her, making a soft slapping sound.
“Ahah. That’s okay. You can hit me a little harder.”
Okay. Slap!
“Nghh?!”
Uh oh, did I start too strong?
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Th-That was perfect. Any harder would hurt.”
So, it was okay. That was a relief.
I adjusted my strength, aiming for a satisfying sound without causing too much pain.
Slap! Squish! Slap! Squish!
The sounds of my thrusts and the spanking echoed in the room.
This was strangely addictive. Her ass felt so good to spank, and the sound was incredibly arousing. Plus, it felt like she was getting tighter with every spank.
“Hnnn, ahah. Cheol-jin, I think I’m close.”
“Let’s cum together. Oh, we’re not using a condom.”
“You can’t cum inside me today.”
“A-Are you on your period?” I suddenly felt nervous. We were both only twenty. What if she got pregnant?
“No, it’s because… we have to go to school.”
“Ah. Okay, I’ll pull out.”
“Mm-hmm. You can cum on my ass. Just lift my skirt.”
“…That’s so hot.”
A-reum was infinitely generous when it came to sex.
Feeling the urge to cum building, I quickened my pace. The squelching sounds turned into loud smacking noises.
“Hnnnnn!”
A-reum moaned loudly, her body trembling as she climaxed.
One last, hard spank.
Smack!
“Nnggggh!”
A-reum’s head jerked back, and her back arched. At the same time, her pussy clenched around me. Oh no, I’m going to get milked!
I quickly pulled out.
Fortunately, I hadn’t cum yet, but as soon as I pulled out, semen erupted from me.
Spurt! Gush!
I sprayed A-reum’s ass with my semen.
Thanks to my good aim, I hit the target perfectly. My thick, white semen coated her buttocks.
“So fucking hot…”
My penis showed no signs of softening. I was exhausted from working all night, but it was full of energy.
I kind of want to skip class.
Not because I was sleepy, but because I wanted to keep having sex.
It seemed my libido was stronger than my need for sleep.
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Ngl, this is good sht.