This conversation felt like an existential interrogation, leaving the goof-off girl a bit dumbfounded. She couldn't help but lower her head and start pondering exactly what she'd been drawing all this time...
I like this character, but I've drawn her in doujinshi, which means... I've been 'minotaured' by a character I drew???
Where did this philosophical issue come from!
Is it pure love, or is it minotaur?
The cute little Ise Yu's limited brain capacity immediately crashed, and she looked at Shirakawa Sawahei with a face of despair, crying: "It's over... I'm doomed... Shirakawa, you've denied my existence's meaning all this time..."
"Your existence's meaning is way too fragile."
"There's basically no minotaur, or rather, all doujinshi are just minotaur..." The cute little Ise Yu continued tearfully: "What do I do, I feel like I've degenerated into Sister Yin's form... My life has turned gray, never to have bright colors again..."
