Volume 1 - CH 22

the twenty-second day of confinement

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Kaepinned

The intimacy between me and Konata has definitely increased.

Subjectively, yes and not only that, there is also objective evidence.

This is because the chain that used to just barely reach the door dividing the living room and dining room has now been extended to a length that allows me to go to the bathroom alone.

If this is not a sign of her trust in me, I don’t know what is.

Anyway, I have gained the freedom to go to the toilet, but I still can’t let my guard down.

Like yesterday, a sudden incident could spoil her mood.

It would be foolish to cause a strange accident and damage the relationship of trust between me and her, even though the confinement is gradually loosening.

So I have to enforce the rule of calling out to her outside the room when I go to the toilet.

‘Uuu, it came too sudden’

The sensation comes unexpectedly while I am working on the drawing tablet.

A sensation of a gruelling movement in my lower abdomen.

When I did the small one earlier, I didn’t feel  anything, but now it comes so suddenly.

My bowel movements have been in a good rhythm lately, thanks to the healthy home-cooked food, but it may be because I ate junk food yesterday.

This is what I deserve, isn’t it?

‘Shit! The name’s stuck in the right place, but this one’s going to come out!’

With this unfathomable frustration, I put down my pen and run to the door.

“I’m going to the toilet!”

I say quickly.

Declaring on going to the toilet is pathetic. It looks like I’m acting like a pre-school child but it’s also a matter of self-preservation.

‘…..She’s unresponsive’

Usually, I would hear her police voice, saying either [Okay] or [Go Ahead] but only today I don’t hear her reply.

“Aaa, um, toilet! Can I go?”

I repeat in a low voice.

I waited for  a few seconds, but still no response.

‘I’m at the end of my rope!’

“I’m going to the toilet!”

I shout, open the door and rush into the toilet.

……。

……。

……。

“Haaa……Safeee”

I breathe out loudly.

It is not only the freedom from physical pain that is said to be the supreme pleasure of defecation. The happiness of having one’s human dignity protected also satisfies the spirit.

I leave the toilet, savouring such a state of enlightenment.

It’s not over yet.

Even washing my hands is a satisfaction.

By washing away the residue of impurity with soapy soap and water, I can feel as if I am a perfect idol who never poops.

The feeling of cleanliness is 50% greater than what the companies advertise.

With this in mind, I put my hand on the door leading to the bathroom.

“Ah.”

“Wa.”

As it turns out, there is a visitor ahead of me.

Our eyes meet.

She is on her way to pull down her skirt.

Her black bra and panties burn into my retinas.

“Oh, sorry! I went to the toilet and had to wash my hands! I’ll be right out.”

I close my eyes and turn around.

“Wait.”

A moment later, I feel a tug on my shoulder, holding me back in place.

“Seriously, I’m sorry! You may think I’m lying even though it’s like a lucky perverted situation in manga, but it’s really just a coincidence! I’ll apologise again and again, so please don’t stab me!

I am desperately trying to explain.

I should have guessed that she was about to bathe, since she didn’t respond to my call and wasn’t in the kitchen.

But, as dumb as it sounds, I was so distracted by the feeling of freedom after the toilet that my IQ was momentarily down by about 30.

“I’m not going to do that. Look at me.”

Konata says in a slow, calm tone.

“Okay…”

With my eyes still closed, I turn 180 degrees.

Sounds of clothing rubbing against clothing.

Is she wearing her clothes back?

“….. Open your eyes.’”

“Alright. ─ ─ Why are you still in your underwear!　Put something on! Or at least put on a bath towel.’

My prediction is wrong.

Earlier, it was the sound of her completely taking off her skirt.

“Embarrassed?”

For some reason, she asks this happily.

“Of course I am!!　I’ve never seen a girl in her underwear before.”

I try to look away from her, feeling even more embarrassed when I put it into words myself.

But Konata holds my face with her hands and pins me in place.

“But in your manga, you used to draw girls in their underwear.”

Konata tilts her head.

“Well, I did draw those but my reference material was underwear catalogues and other two-dimensional drawings. Real women are ……”

“I see. Then, do you want to try drawing them? Me in  my underwear.”

Konata says provocatively and poses like a gravure idol, scratching up her hair with his right hand and emphasising her breasts with her left arm.

“No, that is indeed a bit…..”

I don’t have the confidence to keep looking straight at her in her underwear.

“Is that so…”

Konata looks somewhat disappointed and turns her head down.

“Unn. As expected..”

I’m relieved.

That she gave up so easily.

But it soon changes when Konata continues.

“Then it can’t be helped – I was rejected for a nude drawing yesterday, so I’ll have my revenge.”

She begins to joke around like that.

She then puts her fingers on the strap strings of her bra and tries to fluff up the cups.

“Eee? No, no, no, no, you’re kidding, right?　It’s nudity, okay? No lingerie, no money, right?”

From the confusion, I am uttering unintelligible words.

“Two choices. Nude or lingerie, take your pick.”

Konata puts me through such a relentless choice that she finally starts trying to remove the strap from her shoulder.

She is serious.

“Um, well, then, just use your underwear.”

I unintentionally replied so.

I had read about it in some online articles.

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Door in the face.

The psychological technique of making a big demand on the assumption that it will be refused and then getting them to agree to a smaller, more serious demand.

It can’t be helped if such advanced negotiation techniques are practised.

It seems that the only way out is to draw her in her underwear.

‘I mean, that’s the only reasonable choice, right? If I’d opted for nudity, she wouldn’t really have taken off her underwear, would she?’

The truth lies in the thicket.

After all of that, I wash my hands and go back to my room with her in her underwear.

Then I started drawing her lying on the futon without hesitation.

At first I was upset and worried that I wouldn’t be able to draw.

But once I start the drawing, I surprisingly don’t mind it.

It’s like when you see a statue of a nude woman in a museum, you think it’s beautiful but you don’t get excited.

‘But still, being able to sketch a real JK in her underwear is a very valuable experience, when I think about it.’

I am not familiar with the law, but if an individual who is not an art college student were to do such a thing, they would normally be arrested.

It’s a great opportunity, so I have to make the most of it.

‘I can see that the flesh around her stomach when she lies down is not just concave and hollow. It’s more subtle, more mountainous, and softer.’

There are many new discoveries in her body that can not be found just by looking at two-dimensional pictures.

Even though there are a lot of manga artists, not many of them practice drawing with real models, as I am doing now.

Thinking about it, I feel a little more confident in my own drawings.