Chapter 17: Offering the Beautiful Editor as a Sacrifice
"Ni-san, I need help!"
His arm was being gently shaken by the silver-haired loli.
"What's wrong?" Izumi Chihiro stopped his work and turned to ask.
"I can't draw this big-chested woman named Kanroji… I need a reference," Sagiri said softly.
It was inevitable for a light novelist to communicate with the illustrator, especially for a brother and sister living so close.
When he had just written the scene where all the Nine Pillars appeared, Sagiri sensitively realized that a good illustration was needed at this point to show the appearance characteristics of the Nine Pillars.
After all, they were a few of the important characters, so they needed this level of prominence.
"Sagiri can't draw it again?" he asked, knowing the answer.
"I tried to draw it, but I'm still not satisfied. Sure enough, for characters with such distinct features, I need to verify them firsthand to be able to draw them. Just imagining and looking at other people's drawings won't achieve the effect," Sagiri explained.
"So that's why before…" Izumi Chihiro trailed off.
"That was just for work," Sagiri recalled the scene, her face instantly turning red.
She had been too excited at the time, so she didn't feel anything was wrong, but looking back at it later, it was incredibly embarrassing.
"But where am I going to find a big-chested woman for you to reference?" he took a deep breath.
"…Machida-san," Sagiri's eyes moved, and she reminded him softly.
"So that's what you're planning… But Machida Editor and I aren't that close," Izumi Chihiro's mouth twitched.
Machida Sonoko's figure was indeed very well-developed, and she was already very mature, making her an excellent template.
"Please, Ni-san!" Sagiri's expression became serious, and she bowed in entreaty.
"Alright then, I'll try," he hesitated for a moment but still agreed.
Machida Editor.
There's no other way, for my sister's great cause, I can only let you sacrifice yourself!
As an editor, you should understand me, right?
"Ahem, Machida Editor, there's something I need to discuss with you."
"Go ahead, Izumi."
"Well, Sagiri recently ran into a drawing problem, you know? Some illustrators need a nude model to be able to draw it…"
"…What?"
"It's just that a large-chested character will be appearing, and I wanted to ask Machida Editor for some help."
"Izumi, this could be considered workplace sexual harassment, but given your young age, I'll let it slide."
"Machida Editor, it's not for me, it's for Sagiri… Think of it this way, the better Sagiri draws, the higher the sales will be. If your authors have high sales, you'll gain more prestige, and promotions will be much easier in the future."
"Hmm… I understand. For Eromanga-sensei's sake, I'll come over tomorrow afternoon."
"It's a deal then."
Izumi Chihiro hung up the phone and looked at Sagiri, whose eyes were filled with anticipation.
"She agreed."
"That's great!"
The next afternoon.
"To think I'd get involved in something like this."
A tall, beautiful office lady arrived at Izumi. She looked at the house in front of her, rubbed her forehead, and her expression was helpless.
She had only graduated from university last year and had hesitated for a long time before deciding to become an editor. Because her academics were quite good, and she also had a good understanding of ACG culture, she easily joined Fujikawa Bunko.
As an editor, of course, she had to cultivate good relationships with her authors. The better her authors performed, the more her influence would indeed increase.
For the sake of future promotions, making a small sacrifice was worth it.
And it was a request from a little girl, so it should be easy to handle.
"Ding-dong."
She rang the doorbell.
Soon, a young man appeared before her.
"Izumi."
"Machida Editor, thank you for coming."
Izumi Chihiro smiled slightly.
"It's nothing, it's what I should do. As long as I can provide a little help to Izumi, that's all that matters."
Machida Sonoko brushed back her short, crisp hair and said willingly.
"That's good then."
Izumi Chihiro breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Machida Editor, this matter might not be as easy as you imagine!
"Machida Editor, over here, over here… come into my room."
Sagiri stood on the second floor, waving her hand.
"Okay, I'm coming right away."
Machida Sonoko went gladly.
The room door closed.
Sagiri had her back to her, a strange arc forming at the corner of her mouth.
"Eromanga-sensei, how do you need me to cooperate?"
Machida Sonoko put down her handbag, her tone puzzled.
"Machida Editor, from now on, you just need to listen to my instructions, hehehe…"
Machida Sonoko turned to look at the girl, and seeing her half-smiling expression, her heart trembled.
Had she gotten into trouble?
Just as she was feeling uncertain and surprised, the girl in front of her slowly extended a wicked hand towards her…
"Machida Editor, no need to move. Let me properly feel the contours of your body, especially the shape of your breasts."
"Wait, it won't go that far, will it?"
"This is the only way to understand it thoroughly."
"Ugh, not there, Eromanga-sensei…"
"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."
About half an hour later, the door opened.
The beautiful office lady who appeared before Izumi Chihiro had messy hair, slightly disheveled clothes, and a large blush on her face.
"Machida Editor, you seem to be in a bit of a bad state?"
Izumi Chihiro scrutinized her.
What exactly did that little Sagiri do!
"No, no, I'm fine, Izumi, you don't need to worry, but there won't be a next time."
Machida Sonoko parted her red lips and slightly tidied her messy clothes.
Although she was still shaken, it was finally over.
"Alright then."
Since the other party didn't mind, Izumi Chihiro didn't pry further.
"Oh, right, Izumi-sensei, these are fan letters for 'demon slayer' after its release. I brought them over for you, though there aren't many," Machida Sonoko said, her expression back to normal, as she took a stack of letters from her handbag and handed them to him.
"Mm-hmm," Izumi Chihiro reached out and took them, looking down at the letters in his hand, a strange excitement welling up inside him.
Even though there were only a dozen letters, it was enough to prove that he also had fans!