Chapter 20 – I Won’t Let Me Write a Web Novel
“Brother. This is just my opinion. “How about collaborating with me on the article you are currently writing?”
It’s a joint production with Illere. Actually, it was a very welcome suggestion for me.
The importance of illustrations and illustrations in web novels is increasing, and it’s a dream come true to meet an Illere who matches well and has a style that matches your taste.
But this is the realm of business.
If I work with her, how much profit should I guarantee her?
It is not a worry caused by greed for wealth. In fact, I have to take responsibility for her livelihood based on the grades of my writing, so I have many concerns.
Actually, if you think about it, there are endless things to worry about.
I decided to just simplify it.
“I now earn 40,000 won a day by writing.”
“It’s 1.2 million won per month.”
“You know it’s not enough money to be split between the two of us, right?”
At those words, Hyeji smiled vaguely and nodded her head. He seemed to be struggling with how to say that no matter how much he enjoys doing the work, it is difficult to do it for free.
What I was about to say was far from that.
“I live with my parents, so I don’t have much to go out to pay for rent and food.”
“Ah… Yes.”
“You take 80%, and I will take 20%.”
“Oppa, that doesn’t make sense!”
“I’m not finished talking yet.”
Seeing how surprised he was, I guess he just shared half-and-half and was grateful and planned to work on it.
But I’m not saying I’ll ever give it away. Even without her personal feelings, her skills were outstanding. She can ask for illustrations whenever she wants from a good and competent illustrator, and if it doesn’t cost less than 1 million won, this is more advantageous.
In addition, the biggest reason for distributing 80% to her is
It was ‘investment’.
“You can increase my 20% share to more than 1.2 million won.”
“Are you serious?”
“I just need to fill it up with even more ugly and attractive illustrations to the extent that I gave it to you.”
“No, I think you overestimate me. I mean…”
“I can’t do it?”
“So, that…”
It’s nice to work together, but I guess I didn’t expect this level of treatment. I calmly conveyed my opinion to her as she continued to sweat as if she was feeling pressured.
“Hyeji.”
At those words, Hyeji looks at me with trembling eyes.
“Wasn’t your goal to succeed?”
“… That’s true.”
“My goal is to succeed in this industry.”
How much does each person spend per month? And what is your current income? Also, what risks are there in the future and what should we prepare for in advance based on them?
If you think about it, there were more than one or two things to consider.
Because I’m still young.
There is a lot of opportunity and the potential is also great.
“I write really seriously.”
“…”
“If you think you owe something, be successful and pay it off. “Because I believe in that and am I investing in you.”
It may be similar to the feeling of buying a lot of stocks with high growth potential at low prices and then holding on for a few years.
However, the difference from stock investment is that, unlike stock items that are just left lying around, I will do my best as her partner to help her succeed.
Because.
Because I like her.
Because I also want her to succeed.
… I can’t bear to say such a cringe-worthy story in person.
“If you understand, let’s quickly do our jobs. Even the illustrations. If you are a collaborator, from now on, don’t just wait for me to talk to you, but find out for yourself which scenes and synergy would be good. Got it?”
I looked at her because she deliberately spoke in a slightly cold manner, and it caught my attention.
Hyeji is looking at me with a somewhat puzzled expression.
“Oppa.”
Her eyes were so blatantly passionate that they seemed to say, ‘I’m in love with you,’ so I secretly avoided looking at her.
“… What. “What’s wrong?”
Hyeji’s answer to that is.
“Is that a proposal?”
“What are you talking about?!”
It was far beyond my expectations.
“But that’s right. I’ll help you with everything. You just draw pictures. And if you are grateful to me, I will repay you with success. This is so…”
Hyeji raised her voice, her eyes shining like a girl reading a romantic fairy tale.
“This is exactly the same thing as ‘I’ll take responsibility for you for the rest of your life!'”
“What are you talking about. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself!”
“Oppa, don’t you want to live with me for the rest of your life? “You don’t want to take responsibility?”
It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that it’s too fast. Why are you always so rash? Is it so frustrating that you can’t stand it if you drive a little more slowly and smoothly?
“I’m not ready to talk about my whole life yet…”
“I could take responsibility for it in one fell swoop.”
“Hey!!”
Look at this. I heard you always step on the accelerator like this.
Even after seeing my shocked appearance, Hyeji made a heart with her hands on her lower belly and winked at me with an expression dripping with honey, as if she was looking at a cute pet.
“Kkyun ♡”
“Kkkk, what is it again?!”
I couldn’t ignore the cute, but oddly, or obviously obscene sound effect, so I screamed.
“It’s just one room. That’s it!”
“Oh. I meant that with excitement. “What were you thinking?”
“Do not lie. When you get excited, does your lower abdomen tremble instead of your chest?”
“My brother is the first person who has ever made my heart flutter, and when I see him, my stomach starts shaking.”
Holy crap. There was nothing to argue with since he was actually like that.
“But brother. If you think about it, it might not work in one shot.”
“No, Hyeji. This isn’t about discussing probability…”
“Memo… “My brother likes ‘Kwikkkuat with one hit.'”
“Why is it organized like that?”
I don’t know exactly what ‘one hit kkkku’ means, but it seems odd.
This pervert girl seemed to have fun teasing me. It’s a big deal. If I make a habit of constantly accepting dirty jokes like this, there is a risk that my dangerous sexual tastes may come out when I let my guard down.
… Although it seems that it has already reached a certain dangerous level.
“Oppa, you’re so cute. And it’s also cool… I really like everything from start to finish.”
Still, Hyeji looks very happy as she jokes around like that. When I look at Hyeji, who has a bright smile on her face, which is unusual for someone who tells dirty jokes, I also find myself smiling.
Yeah whatever. They say I like you.
I have to accept some pranks in moderation as long as they don’t go to a too dangerous level.
“Oppa, we’re working now.”
“Ugh.”
I’m finally working.
Hyeji came next to me, who was sighing because she felt exhausted somehow, and grabbed the handles on both sides of her standing desk and helped her stand.
My heart feels like it’s beating majestically as I hear the neat, heavy black desk rise smoothly without a single creak and click into place precisely in the fixing groove.
“This sound of heavy pieces of iron being neatly fastened into each groove… As a man, I can’t stand it.”
“This is perfect. Write it down.”
Is it because the environment has changed? It was nice to have the feeling that the writing would be perfect.
I went into the Novelpia serial section and started rewriting the manuscripts I had written earlier. The keyboard was a bit awkward, but I quickly got used to it. As expected, the keyboard is much faster than a cell phone.
As I was concentrating on my work, my legs started to hurt. I think writing while standing is good for your health, but it has this drawback. I looked at the clock at the bottom right of the monitor to see how many minutes I had used, but to my surprise, only about 10 minutes had passed.
‘Standing for a long time is harder than I thought.’
But it seemed much better than sitting still.
My legs still hurt, so I tried to grab the handles on both sides of the desk, wondering how I could sit down again.
“… Huh?”
I lost consciousness for a moment after witnessing an unexpected scene under the desk.
“Shhh.”
When I crawled under the desk, Hyeji squatted down in front of me and held up her finger in a gesture to be quiet.
“Oppa, you said we are collaborators now, right?”
For some reason, it feels ominous.
And usually those ominous premonitions turned out to be correct.
“I thought of a good material. Would you like to try it?”
You express the material as ‘trying it’ rather than ‘listening to it’.
Before I had time to tackle her, she began to slowly undo my zipper with an ecstatic expression, as if she was possessed by something.
“Stay calm and still~ We’re having an idea meeting.”
This unrelated person… What a mess…
