Well, Shiyuri was completely floored.
She thought he was just an experienced assistant, but he was actually the 'White Steamed Bun' who constantly crushed her in the polls!?
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Rin Ito didn't have mind-reading abilities; he had no idea about the dramatic internal monologue running through her head. He was just confused by her suddenly bewildered expression.
"Nothing!"
Shiyuri lifted her head and chugged the rest of the beer in her hand. Then, she looked Rin Ito up and down... and her internal delusion engine started up again.
His pen name is 'White Steamed Bun'... Could 'White Steamed Bun' refer to his favorite thing to eat?
A doujin pen name certainly wouldn't refer to a bun you steam.
Eek!!!
Does this 'White Steamed Bun' refer to breasts?
And I happen to have huge boobs... Is he drinking his beer while staring at my chest right now? As a doujinshi artist, Shiyuri instantly recalled many perverted scenarios only thought up by fellow degenerates.
"????"
Rin Ito was thoroughly confused. He had finally finished the manga work and was ready to probe a little, so what was with her sudden look of terror?
Parched by her anxiety, Shiyuri opened another can of beer. Chug-a-lug-a-lug...
Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt...
"Eeeek!!!!!"
The vibration of her phone startled Shiyuri. Already extremely nervous, her hand shook, and the icy beer instantly soaked her chest. Shiyuri never wore a bra at home, and the T-shirt was stretched tight by her prominent breasts... Her skin tone was vaguely visible, and two red points became conspicuously prominent.
The phone's vibration snapped Shiyuri back to reality. She wanted to change clothes first, but when she saw the character 'Ghost' on her screen, she quickly answered the call, frightened.
'Ghost' was Shiyuri's contact name for Misa Satou.
"I thought you two finished drawing and were too busy fucking to answer my call," Misa's cold voice came from the phone. "Did you have sex with him?"
"How could I possibly have sex with him!?" Shiyuri shouted into the phone, her heavy breasts bouncing.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... A doujinshi artist and still a virgin. The reason you drag deadlines until the last minute is because you're a virgin. Do you think no one wants him? If it weren't for Anri in my editorial department, she would have already eaten him up."
"No! I don't want to do it with a man!"
Shiyuri mustered the courage to hang up on Misa. She glanced at Rin Ito before running to her room. Once back in her room, she leaned against the door, breathing heavily. Whether from the alcohol or the shame, Shiyuri's cheeks were flushed red.
After a few gasps, Shiyuri noticed in the mirror by the door how terrible her outfit was... She was no different from a slutty exhibitionist intentionally trying to seduce the hero in a doujinshi!!!!
He stayed with me all day while I was dressed like this and didn't make a move... Could he be impotent?
Shiyuri had serious doubts about that. In reality... Rin Ito wasn't a rapist. It had to be consensual, right? Otherwise, what made him different from the protagonists in the dark side of the world?
Maybe he held back because of work during the day, but now... after seeing me look like a perverted idiot, will he attack me when I go out?
[Dressing so slutty, aren't you just trying to seduce me?]
[Heh heh heh... A doujin artist and still a virgin? Then let me, your senior, take away your virginity!]
[Your butt has a great shape. Give your butt virginity to me too!]
[I want to see you lay eggs. Shove it in, shove it all in.]
"Shiyuri, the takeout is here."
Shiyuri didn't know how much time had passed, but Rin Ito's voice coming from outside the door brought her back to her senses.
No no no no no!!!!!!
Shiyuri shook her head frantically, trying to fling the strange delusions out of her brain.
She put on a bra and panties, changed into a clean outfit, and gently patted her burning cheeks. She covered her trembling hands and went to the living room. Rin Ito had already opened the takeout and placed it on the coffee table. Having not eaten all day, Rin Ito was starving.
"Come on, aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry... hungry... I..."
Opening her mouth, Shiyuri found she was too nervous to speak.
No... I need a drink to calm down.
Shiyuri, whose shoulders were trembling from nervousness, walked to the fridge and grabbed a few more cans of beer.
With a pshhh, Shiyuri took another massive gulp.
The icy beer temporarily suppressed the chaos in her heart. Shiyuri sat on the sofa, picked up the chopsticks Rin Ito had prepared, held her breath, and finally picked up a piece of sushi and put it in her mouth.
Chew, chew, chew, chug, chug, chug...
"Cheers! []~(￣▽￣)~*"
Eating heavily and drinking freely made Shiyuri temporarily forget her fear of Rin Ito. Slightly tipsy, Shiyuri even toasted with Rin Ito.
"Satou-san is such a demon! Always rushing manuscripts. Manga... you can only draw it when you have inspiration... Haaah! So cold!"
"Haha... Misa does get scary when she's chasing deadlines. Shiyuri, you seemed very nervous today?" Rin Ito asked curiously.
"Of course I was!" Shiyuri slammed her beer can down on the table. "You're a man! A man whose head is full of lust! I was worried all day that you would attack me! That's what the doujinshi always says!"
"Pffft..." Rin Ito almost burst out laughing at Shiyuri's words. "Why would a normal man just attack someone?"
"Huh... they wouldn't? Hehehe... You didn't even react when I was dressed like a lewd exhibitionist... hiccup~"
Shiyuri, reeking of alcohol, scooted next to Rin Ito and nudged him with her shoulder. "Do you have some kind of embarrassing secret?"
Shiyuri's fingertip gently hooked Rin Ito's collar, then slid down, landing on the zipper of Rin Ito's trousers.
Rin Ito hesitated, speechless. Did she really think he was impotent, or was she certain that Rin Ito was a 'grass-eater' who wouldn't attack a girl?
"You're drunk."
"Drunk? I'm not drunk at all! Hehehe... Did you know? That demon Satou-san sent you here hoping you would fuck me, huh? Were you called here because you also have no experience? You don't need sex experience to be a doujinshi artist! You just need imagination, right?! Right, right?! Drink up, drink up."
"I have to go home later," Rin Ito said helplessly. Although Rin Ito was 99% sure he could take advantage of this drunk woman right now, he still pushed her away. If she had said this before drinking, Rin Ito would definitely have given her a taste of his 'White Steamed Bun,' but now... Rin Ito wasn't interested in drunk women.
"It's fine, my place is quite big. You can just sleep here if you get drunk... Wait, you seem to have a reaction? Hehehe... I've never seen a dick before."
As she spoke, Shiyuri pulled down the zipper.
"Let me see... Let me see... Let me..."
Thud. Shiyuri suddenly flopped over, burying her face in Rin Ito's crotch.
To this, Rin Ito could only think:
Boys need to protect themselves outside too.