Chapter 19 – I Am Writing a Web Novel With Illerre.
When I returned to her house, it was 8pm.
There were no side dish ingredients or basic seasoning ingredients, so I spent a lot of money buying various things. Since I had to pay a certain amount to receive the delivery, I also bought rice for convenience.
Hyeji looks at me with sad eyes as I bring in the food ingredients that arrived home before us and neatly organize them.
“Oppa, this… How do I pay it back?”
“Don’t say things like paying back with your body.”
“Oh my, how did you know?”
“Look at this. Look at this.”
“Hehe, just kidding. “I’ll draw you one for free.”
When I heard that, I suddenly felt a little puzzled, so I tilted my head and Hyeji asked.
“Oppa, why?”
“Actually, it sounded a little strange when you just said that you would draw a picture for free.”
“As expected, I prefer the erotic side…”
“It’s not like that, I guess I just took it for granted without even knowing it that you were my exclusive Illerae.”
She is close to me, but she is not my exclusive lover. Liking each other is a matter of heart, but becoming each other’s exclusive worker is a matter of money. Of course, I don’t have to be her own novelist, and she doesn’t have to be my own novelist.
Still.
I kind of thought that would be a good idea.
Hyeji is silent for a moment as if she is thinking about something.
“Shall we have some side dishes?”
I also didn’t want to bring up this realistic topic, so I changed the topic. I felt a little guilty about whether it was a hasty and useless remark.
The side dishes I will cook today are pickled perilla leaves and stir-fried jinmichae. These are great items that aren’t that difficult and once you do them, you don’t have to worry about side dishes for as little as two weeks or as long as a month. Of course, you can’t live off of this alone, and that’s assuming you add canned tuna or seasoned seaweed in between meals.
How do you know all this?
─Se-gwang-ah. Bring some soy sauce there to pour over the perilla leaves.
─Se-gwang-ah. Bring some red pepper paste to use in stir-fried jinmichae.
─I need to get the next container quickly. Are you just staring at your phone wondering what to do?
Because they are the main items on our dinner table.
Because I help my mom so much, I have a lot of measurements and skills that I have learned over my shoulder. Recalling my memory, I stacked perilla leaves in a container, chopped green onions and peppers, and finished it off by pouring soy sauce. Clear stir-fried shredded vegetables without difficulty.
“I’m glad I bought a stir-fry pan just in case.”
“How can you be so homely?”
I was somewhat embarrassed by the compliment, so I responded in a blunt tone.
“It’s domestic. “This is basic.”
But then Hyeji came up behind me, who was pretending to be indifferent.
“It’s awesome. Hehe♡”
He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and hugged me tightly.
This is really… It is a very correct position in terms of pure love. I almost got a nosebleed from the pickled perilla leaves.
“Hye, Hyeji. “I’m worried, so would you mind doing something else for a moment?”
“I want to be with my brother.”
“Let’s stay together later.”
“Aren’t you going home today?”
“Ah no, that’s not what I meant!”
If you spend the night together, I 100% guarantee that you will have a baby. If my only son dreamed of becoming a writer of pornographic stories and became a father by making pornographic stories come true in real life, it was clear that my mother would beat me hard with the perilla leaves that she used to make pickled vegetables.
That’s why it’s an absolute secret to Hyeji that my sexual preference is for no-contact sex, and that I feel great excitement when I drink more and watch the semen flowing between my thighs.
This is really over the moment you get caught. Even if a situation arises where it is impossible to avoid a storm, “Actually, I like to fight without a fight…” .” I won’t say something stupid like that, but I won’t either.
“I have to go home too. “I haven’t finished writing today’s series yet, so it’s actually a bit tight.”
I have the manuscript I wrote earlier on my phone, but it is not easy to write it here because the speed is not good.
There are many reasons to go home.
“Can’t I just use it here?”
“With what?”
“I have a tablet too. “There’s a desktop here too.”
It seemed like Hyeji didn’t want to send me home today.
If you think about it, it is nonsense to say that we can’t do it because of the serialization, and the reason we met today was actually for the sake of our respective works. Hyeji didn’t have to risk it, but saying ‘the person who came out to work has to work and has to go home’ is not a very convincing excuse.
In addition, they say they will provide equipment support. In this situation, if you give up and go home, the only option left is.
─My brother… You don’t want to be with me.
There is only one.
Damn… Do I have no choice but to risk breeding and spend the night here today?
I closed the lids of the plastic containers containing the side dishes and turned to put them in the refrigerator.
By the way.
“Oppa Se-gwang…”
Holy shit.
Those pitiful eyes like those of an abandoned puppy. A face that looks dangerous, as if it will collapse and cry at any moment when you say it’s time to go home.
How can I go home after seeing this?
… If you think about it, I don’t think my parents would be too worried about my son staying out for a day after serving in the military.
Just commit it?
As I was thinking about it, Hyeji suddenly took out a negotiation card.
“We will spare no effort in supporting you so that you can work in the optimal environment!”
Optimal support?
I tilted my head at those words.
“There is nothing but alcohol.”
“No! “I’ll even let you use my standing desk!”
Oh, that one is a bit attractive.
When I was given the opportunity to access newspaper material that allowed me to work in a standing position, the desire for equipment that every man harbored in his heart arose.
“What are you doing in the meantime?”
“I’ll be drawing on my tablet.”
I don’t have any daily necessities, but I really have everything related to painting. I think I said I was the first to sign an outsourcing contract since I only received commissions, but it seemed like I only bought the equipment I earned from commissions.
Anyway, I am a person who should never live alone.
While lamenting about her terrible lifestyle, Hyeji took out her tablet and pencil and prepared to draw.
“Oppa, if there is a scene you would like to see illustrated, please let me know. “I will draw that.”
When I say this, it feels like an exclusive story again. Those words almost came out, but I held them back.
It was still a premature proposal in many ways.
However, the words I had been holding back came out from Hyeji’s mouth.
“Brother. This is just my opinion. “How about collaborating with me on the article you are currently writing?”
“Collaboration?”
“Written by Shimikun, illustrated by Satomi. Do it like this!”
I’m writing an Illere and a web novel together, something like that.
