Chapter 75 – Are You Ashamed of Dirty Talk?!
Since then, stories like reader deception have disappeared from the community.
If it were to happen, it was obvious that they would start trying to control discipline with infinite chakjeongsupilyas, so I was reluctant to mention it at all to prevent further criticism.
[This writer is so fucking deceptive]
I’m proud of the fact that I had sex with an illustration writer after arguing with him. LOL
ㄴYeomuleosibryeonah
ㄴDaknunsam fuck you
ㄴWell, since when did the author shield community become a thing hahathis is so ridiculous
ㄴNo, fuck, if something like this comes up, you add Btic sex, you crazy bastard.
Why the fuck are you the only one having sex? Did sex exist? Why are you the only one having sex? I’m so out of my mind right now…
ㄴThese bastards are mentally ill as a group haha why are they like this
I guess I’ll have to enforce discipline once again.
However, articles were often found that took advantage of this and deliberately mentioned it as if it were a leadern ritual for rain.
[The writer of the secret story is Gabyeongshin Adajjoda asshole]
To refute, prove it with 3 episodes of sex and 3 illustrations
ㄴㄹㅇYou’re a fucking idiot
ㄴThis is ㄹㅇ
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
ㄴAh haha, if you ask me to have sex
ㄴSex Master ㅇㄷ?
ㄴ Naegae Sin -A -Da -Ikda Tickle 3 years old ㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ
This makes me not want to write again.
It has become easier to view the community since the articles comparing it to Hyeji have disappeared, but perhaps because the attitude towards the community has changed, the damage was much less.
Anyway, I am the one who has that great wisdom.
It’s probably natural for people to envy me.
All I have to do is enjoy that envy in moderation.
First, I put out the fire in such a hurry.
“Hmm…”
In fact, there was one more thing to worry about.
Maybe this is a more important issue.
“… What are you writing about next?”
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Hyeji, who heard my story, reacted with a bit of surprise.
“Now that the contest is over, are you already thinking about your next project?”
The place I met Hyeji today was a pork belly restaurant in Hongdae. It is a space where the captivating sounds of a noisily cooking fire and the high-pitched cries of heavily intoxicated people create an interesting and lively atmosphere.
I poured myself a glass of soju, said, “Ugh,” And answered after wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
“It’s a bit of a burden.”
“What burden?”
“You have to produce a better work than this one.”
To be honest, the first work was a retelling of a delusion that I had scribbled while in the military, so I didn’t feel much pressure. I thought that no matter what I wrote, it would be better than this, and in fact, the performance of my current work is much better than before.
“But actually, this work is a cheat.”
“Cheat key?”
“I used my special move.”
“No way, brother, you still succeeded because of this…”
I shook my head at those words.
Not because of that.
“I wrote an essay, this is it.”
Aha.
Hyeji had no choice but to nod her head at that part.
It goes without saying, but writers need to immerse themselves first when writing, so that their writing speed becomes faster and their writing skills improve.
Readers first realize the power of writing that reflects experience. If it is a modern work and the description of the protagonist’s psychology is vivid enough to be suspicious, it is most likely an essay.
“But isn’t a novel inevitably a reflection of the writer’s ego?”
“That’s right. But even so, wouldn’t it be easier to immerse yourself in me living a modern day life than me in a medieval fantasy world?”
“And since I have a girlfriend, it will be easier to immerse myself in romance rather than just everyday life.”
“Your writing skills will improve more in hot scenes than in sweet romances.”
Hyeji heard the story up to that point and let out a vague groan as if she had gotten the hang of it.
“A special move that cannot be used twice… Yes.”
“Okay. That’s what I’m worried about.”
She thought it would be great to win a prize, but it wasn’t. As her grades improved, so did the pressure.
We must produce better works.
We must meet people’s rising expectations.
“So, I have a lot of worries these days.”
The atmosphere calmed down a bit. Hyeji smiled and turned over the meat in her middle and started cutting it with scissors.
“Still, it’s nice to hear you say this.”
Because Hyeji liked it, my heavy heart was relieved a little.
“I told you not to worry alone, you. So I brought something to worry about.”
“Good job. Oh, you’re so special.”
“I’ve heard it all from you.”
“Originally, if you were pretty and had big breasts, everyone would call you their sister.”
“Who said this?”
“On the Internet.”
“It’s ridiculous, really.”
“My baby, do you want to be a big sister?”
“What is this?”
Although it was a bit absurd, we were able to escape the chaos for a moment while sharing a meaningless joke.
This is why they say that you should not worry alone and should learn to rely on others.
Even though there may not be a clear answer, just having a conversation like this and briefly redirecting your thoughts in a different direction is helpful enough.
Hyeji puts the cooked meat aside and puts up a new row. The cheerful sound of chii-i comes from the grill.
“Oppa, but.”
Hyeji held out a bottle of soju to me and spoke to me. As soon as her glass was full, I handed Hyeji her bottle and filled Hyeji’s glass.
“Can’t I use the same thing again?”
The unexpected idea left me speechless for a moment.
Meanwhile, Hyeji held out her glass and voila, they clinked her glasses together and poured out her soju. The bitter taste of distilled liquor hits her nose.
“Big.”
“The alcohol is a little sweet today. Right?”
“I know. Originally, I used alcohol to express my concerns.”
She took a moment to grab some snacks and then returned to the main topic.
“But that’s a bit like that.”
“No, I’m not saying you should write at the level of complete plagiarism.”
“Then? “I don’t quite understand.”
“You know, for example.”
After Hyeji flipped over a piece of pork belly that was cooking on the grill, she pointed to the pork belly and said.
“This is a pork belly restaurant. So what do people come here to eat?”
“It’s pork belly.”
“That’s it. After publishing two works, my brother has now appealed to readers by saying, ‘What does our store sell?'”
Our store sells pornographic stories.
It’s a one-on-one pure love story set in a modern setting, and the level is a little high.
If you want to see sweet romance and hot Yasu, go to Churai!
… Does it feel the same?
“Don’t dismiss your brother’s strengths as outdated. “It’s not something that needs to be improved, it’s an advantage that only you have.”
What people want from me.
What to expect from my pen name and my work history.
That…
“Okay. “You’re right.”
After hearing that, she made up her mind.
“I actually had a lot of fears about whether my next work should be a pornographic story.”
The process of thinking and thinking is essential for development, but after all that agony, you should avoid trying to move into a field you have never tried before.
“My next work will also have to be a pornographic story. “A contemporary story.”
“Great. My original dream was to become successful with pornographic stories.”
“I should not be afraid and try one more time.”
“Honestly, I don’t think there’s any need to jump over it. “As long as it is similar to the above-mentioned story, it will be a complete success!”
Yes, I wish I could write a fucking dirty story and win an award.
It would be such a waste to find a weapon that can be used by people and then not use it.
“But brother, even if we go the same this time, how about changing it up a bit?”
“For example?”
“The protagonist may be a painter, and the heroine may be a novelist.”
“Oh, that’s good?”
Once we shared some good material, it was all smooth sailing from then on.
“I can provide advice on drawings, so I can secure expertise, and the main plot is similar, but the erotic situations that can occur when the artist is a man are different.”
“What, so to speak?”
Then Hyeji smiled and joked with sly eyes.
“Hey, you’re the expert on this.”
What are you saying now?
Who says who is an expert?
… Well, really.
If you look at it objectively, you’re a pornographic genius.
“Pretending to draw a lame illustration while admiring the heroine’s body… ?”
“Wow~ Look, I know everything!”
Hyeji screamed and shook her shoulders as if she was going to die. She feels like she’s being made fun of.
Hyeji was so excited that she didn’t even bother to do it, but she continued to expand on the scene I had created by adding her own delusions.
“Now, at first, I thought the heroine was just drawing, but as I looked closer, I realized that the main character’s eyes were very dark. So, I tell him with a straight face not to do that, but once I start paying attention to the gaze, I become more and more concerned about each and every posture of spreading my legs and revealing myself in a superficial way, and as I do so, my shame grows, and now what?”
How can you talk this far and then pass on the answer, cowardly?
Actually, there is only one answer.
“I get wet just by imagining it… ?”
If it’s a dirty story, it has to be like that.
However, the person who is overly immersed in the situation is not the main character in the story.
“Yes, I’m wet just thinking about it…”
It was none other than Hyeji.
“Ha…”
I took a deep breath and tried to suppress the big smile that was creeping up in anticipation.
But I can’t stand it when I see Hyeji so hot.
No, I won’t tolerate it.
“A bad child who gets wet as he pleases should be severely scolded.”
“Brother, you know. Actually…”
Hyeji, delighted with the joy that was about to come, shared her unexpected information in an ecstatic voice.
“They’re in handcuffs at my house…” ♡”
Bye, tie it up?!
I need to get my pussy punished right away.
