Chapter 43 – #43. Declamation
“Her…”
Food ingredients that I thought I would never see in my own room were piled up on the cart one by one.
I don’t know about anything else, and to be honest, I don’t think fish sauce is really useful…
“Hey. Naeun.”
“Why.”
“Do you really need this fish sauce?”
No matter how much money I made, it was a waste of money.
I think it’s a bit large to use once and throw away.
“It would be nice to have. What.”
“Am I not cooking?”
“I’m going to do it, so just buy it.”
…What and how much are you going to do?
“It’s too bad…”
“Even while making good money, stop being small. A little.”
Naeun, who carefully checked the ingredients needed for the sauce, such as red pepper paste, red pepper powder, pears, and onions, sent me an OK sign.
“That’s Okay. Do you think this will be enough?”
“Hey. Then I’ll have frozen and ramen…”
Naeun’s shopping seemed to be over, so I was about to buy my stock…
“Ugh!”
Naeun blocked my shopping cart.
“What are you doing. Move.”
“No. Brother.”
“What else is wrong?”
“Brother. Eating such things is bad for your health.”
Are you mom? Hannah. You.
“Hey. Originally, artists are not healthy.”
In fact, I knew that there were quite a few famous musicians or writers who died young.
“…I don’t think those people do as embarrassing art as my brother.”
…It does.
I don’t even know the name of the novelist who died young.
And in fact, I don’t even know if this is art.
How can I agree with the word creation, but art…
If you use the cumshot scene well enough to make your balls thump, wouldn’t that be art?
Suddenly, I began to seriously ponder the question of what art is.
“What is honorable art? Naeun.”
I asked her in a very serious voice.
Naeun’s answer was wiser than I thought.
“If my brother dies and can say in his will, ‘Please spread this to the whole world,’ that would be an honor.”
If someone reads the Yoo So-yeon part at my funeral, [This is the killing episode of the deceased.] I might not be able to close my eyes comfortably.
I thought that maybe I would become a demon with a high probability.
“Anyway, I guess I’m not an artist.”
“What is an artist? He’s just a freaking bastard. Brother is.”
…I don’t know if it’s someone else, but isn’t it a little strange for you to say that to me?
“I don’t know. I will buy ramen. If you don’t buy it today, you have to come out and buy it again.”
“Brother. You don’t even exercise at all.”
Naeun pulled my belly fat with my thumb and forefinger.
“Hey. Do not do that.”
“In case someone isn’t a writer, the muscle mass is 0%.”
In fact, I rarely exercised.
I didn’t like using my body that much.
My pleasure and happiness is to lie down at home and read web novels while looking at my phone.
I didn’t want to go out and exercise while sweating profusely.
“Whatever.”
“I’ll just cook for you today, so eat that. Stop eating instant.”
Tired of arguing with her any longer, I nodded her head and headed to the counter.
“The total is 48,260 won.”
For 48,000 won, I think I could have ordered crab and soft tofu.
Even as I held out the card, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of waste.
“Naeun.”
“Why.”
I just wanted to ask her for one thing.
“Don’t ruin it.”
I didn’t want to buy so many ingredients and meet the ramen ending at home.
* * *
I bought a bag full of ingredients and lay down on the bed as soon as I got home.
“Hungry.”
“Wait.”
Naeun took out the ingredients one by one and rebuked me.
“But do you really know the recipe for marinated crab?”
The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t understand.
“I ate it occasionally in the winter when I lived in my family’s home.”
“How old is that?”
“Eighteen?”
…In what kind of family environment would you grow up to be a sophomore in high school cooking seasoned crab?
“There’s not much you can’t do.”
It was half serious, half joking.
Naeun, who was busily teasing her hand, answered my self-talk as if it were absurd.
“There is. What you can’t do.”
“What.”
“Architecture.”
Hmmm… Definitely…
Recalling the last time the final presentation was made, it was clear that Naeun’s evaluation of the results was not so good.
“Are you okay. It’s okay if you get rid of it. What.”
“That’s right. Did you already get a job?”
Na-Eun dipped her index finger in the sauce and put it into her mouth, as if to check the seasoning of her sauce.
But how are your fingers…
Naeun looked at me with strange eyes and wiggled her fingers around in her mouth.
“Work means being an illustrator, right?”
Feeling that something was wrong with her, I asked her to confirm.
“Sure. Midwinter. As long as the writer exists, my work will never run dry.”
“Heh heh… But I don’t know how many more heroines we can add in the future.”
This is actually most of the nonfiction writers.
No I thought it was a material that people who create character-centered stories worry about.
If there is not just one heroine, how many characters can be created without air conditioning?
If there are too few heroines, it can be a little loose, and if there are too many, some heroines have no choice but to leave the writing lonely.
In that context, Hanna-eun of [Her imprisoned her] Is her eighth.
I thought that I could do better with the situation description as I accumulated experience points, but as expected, the piling up of heroines came as a burden.
“Then just dress the kids you drew in different clothes and apply again.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s comfortable and nice. What. To be honest, you know that oppa is very fussy when he applies for me, right?”
…I can’t help but admit this.
Perhaps from her point of view, I am a true customer. That would have been a terrible truth customer.
The reason I liked Naeun’s illustration was that she had high abilities, but it could also be that I fried her.
From the expression of the material of the clothes to each and every prop, I was the type to meticulously examine.
But it was a necessary process.
[I imprisoned her.] Inside her, her heroines were like daughters I created with affection one by one.
It’s like giving your daughter a set of clothes for the rest of your life, but you can’t do this roughly.
“…Hey. He said it’s better to say this when exchanging emails.”
“The most frustrating is when the client himself has no idea. People like that really do have a no answer sometimes.”
Well… I wonder if there’s an [Omakase] Column on the application page that says everything is left entirely to the artist.
And I’ve heard here and there that it’s better to ask the artist to draw with a confident composition unless you’re really interested in it.
Suddenly wondering what I had written in the requests I had made so far, I turned on my computer.
I connected to the Internet and opened my inbox. I scrolled through Naeun’s email address and read the conversations we exchanged from above.
…A shady conversation was going on between the two of us, fearing that someone would see it from outside.
The more I read, the more I got goosebumps that Naeun is an HNE writer.
[Wouldn’t it be better to open the udder a little more?]
…Is this really what comes out of a woman’s mouth?
Looking at this, it was very difficult to imagine that the HNE writer might be a beautiful woman.
When I found out the identity of the author of HNE and ran through the mailbox again, I was dumbfounded, but it was so funny that I kept bursting into laughter.
As I smiled at the computer screen, Naeun slightly turned her head and looked at me.
“What is so funny?”
“Hey. Author HNE.”
“Why.”
You. I had a reading of my novel.
Where do you get it too
“So, if you get stuck, you can just draw it with an expression that you can’t move, right?”
I imitated her voice with a high-pitched voice.
She frowns for a moment and she looks at me with her mumbling expression.
Ohh. Do you think it’s too old mail?
So let’s try again with something more recent.
“A skirt is nothing more than a device to show your panties anyway.”
…Poof.
It was a laughable failure.
It was very painful to hold back my stomach and force myself to laugh.
On the other hand, Naeun’s expression was very spectacular.
She noticed what I was reading and her skin started to turn red more and more.
Naeun’s face was so red that it was almost the same as the color of the sauce on her fingertips.
“…Do not do that.”
You’re asking for more that.
“If I expose my nipples here, will I be censored? Shall we just add shadows as if they protruded slightly?”
Ignoring her warning lightly, I picked out the most embarrassing phrases and began to read them.
Ah. It’s fun~ It’s so fun~
“Could you add some more ax shading?”
In the end, Naeun couldn’t stand it and stopped her cooking and ran towards me.
Maybe it was because her hands were covered with seasoning.
“I told you not to…! Lee Min Ho…!”
The figure of Naeun crying with her bright red face…
I really wanted to eat it.
