At night,
the world seemed to plunge into an eerie silence, especially within the residential neighborhoods, which were terrifyingly quiet.
Primarily because in the Island Country, there was a group that was noticeably absent—the lively aunts of the square dance.
Bustle only existed in izakayas and karaoke bars, unrelated to the quiet streets and parks at night.
All the villas had turned off their lights; the only room that still had illumination was tightly covered by curtains with only traces of light seeping through the gaps.
"Ah!!"
At the desk, Misaki Saki, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, scratched her hair in irritation and ultimately crumpled the drawing in front of her into a ball, tossing it onto the floor.
The crumpled paper rolled twice before coming to a stop against its companions, forced to brake.
A messy desk, a cluttered floor, paper balls scattered everywhere.
Misaki Saki picked up her pencil again and began to doodle on a new sheet of paper. Why not use a tablet?
When inspiration struck, it didn't matter; without inspiration, she feared she might smash the tablet in frustration.
As a full-time artist,
her first hate was poor performance of her own works.
Her second hate was the state of being without inspiration, and if there was one more thing to add, the deadline approaching, then the second could easily ascend to first place.
Now, that was exactly how Misaki Saki felt.
No inspiration! It was severe!
The things she drew lacked any soul whatsoever.
Or rather, these were things she drew based on her own understanding and thinking, without experience or firsthand views, which made it impossible to really bring out in her drawings.
Ultimately, Misaki Saki threw her pencil aside and collapsed onto the chair, feeling utterly dejected.
Why had she moved? It was because she thought changing locations might spark some inspiration. But alas...
Her gaze vacantly fell upon the ceiling, feeling as though the path to becoming a deity was growing further and further away...
She felt like crying...
Suddenly, Misaki Saki felt incredibly challenged.
Would it be better to have a man look at her work and offer some opinions on the side?
No sooner said than done, the young girl rose from her chair, gathered the draft sketches by her side, and with her short little legs, she ran out of the bedroom.
The hallway was pitch-black, the villa enshrouded in a strange silence. Without time to be frightened, as if searching for a savior, Misaki Saki ran straight to Haruka's room with her drafts in hand.
"Knock knock knock."
She knocked on the door gently, and after a short wait, the room was opened, revealing Haruka Yuzan, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
The handsome young man yawned, sleepy-eyed, looked at the girl before him, and asked with a listless tone,
"What do you need me for?"
After speaking, he yawned three times in succession. This time of night, he was ready to fall asleep. The boy had just been about to go to bed.
Misaki Saki couldn't help but swallow, tempted to reach out and touch the abs of the boy so close to her, but his voice snapped her back to reality.
It was then that the girl regained her senses and looked up at the boy with a pitiful expression,
"Haruka..."
Her voice sounded so pitiful, infused with a touch of grievance.
......
"So, you want me to look at your drafts?"
The bedroom light cast a soft glow throughout the room.
The fat cat was still lying in its little hammock, undisturbed by the noise from outside.
Haruka Yuzan sat on a chair, holding a stack of drawings, looking curiously at the girl before him.
"Mhm mhm!"
Misaki Saki nodded vigorously, looking at the boy with hopeful eyes,
"I want to know more readers' suggestions."
"Okay, I'll take a look."
Haruka Yuzan found it odd as he looked at the drawings in his hands.
"Ugh, so annoying!"
Then, to his surprise, she threw herself into the boy's arms,
"Haruka, can you help me out?"
She lifted her little head, batting her big eyes pleadingly.
"Help you?"
Haruka Yuzan pondered for a moment, then nodded,
"Okay, let me find something..."
Helping the girl find inspiration would not only fulfill the daily wish list but also enable Misaki Saki to create a good work, from which he could also earn some money.
A win-win-win situation! Why not do it?
Only poor his treasured collection—you hope it still remembers what it looks like when it returns from Misaki Saki's hands.
"Hehe, I knew Haruka you were the best to me!"
Upon hearing the boy agree, Misaki Saki revealed a very happy smile, but instead of letting Haruka go fetch something, she continued while clinging to his neck,
"Then, let me take a look?!"
"Good... Good my ass!"
Haruka Yuzan recoiled, are you not only after my treasures but also after me??
And aren't our roles reversed?
How did that come from your mouth?
I am the landlord; you are a fragile girl. Shouldn't it be me who wants to see yours?
???
Something must have gone wrong.
The body of the girl in his arms was very gentle, her every inch of skin keenly felt, yet Haruka remained unmoved,
"No way, is that proper? How come you're looking at mine?"
"Just help me out; I haven't seen it before! Please, I really need inspiration right now."
Misaki Saki nestled in the boy's arms, rubbing her little body against him and pleading in a soft voice,
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"Haruka, you're the best person!"
Haruka Yuzan felt a warmth rising from below; being petite had its advantages, not to mention someone like Misaki Saki with her innocent face.
"What if I get uncomfortable after you've seen it, what then?"
Misaki Saki seemed to consider this and finally hesitated,
"Then, then I'll help you out in the end!"
As she spoke, her cheeks turned red, "I do have a lot of theoretical experience! Don't underestimate a great painter!!!"
Hearing the girl say so, Haruka Yuzan hesitated and eventually nodded in agreement,
"Fine! If you create a good work, remember I helped too!"
It was as if the boy had thrown caution to the winds; he stood up and lay spread-eagled on the large bed,
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"Come on! Find your inspiration!"
Hearing these words, and seeing the handsome young man at her mercy on the bed, Misaki Saki swallowed hard,
took small steps forward,
"Then, then I'm coming over?"
With a mix of nervousness, curiosity, and excitement in her bright eyes?
The girl half-kneeled on the bed, extending her little hand toward the boy.
"Huh? Hey, you're looking in the wrong place."
As if sensing something, Haruka Yuzan said, quite speechlessly.
"Oh, right."
Misaki Saki made a sound of realization, retracting her hand that she had placed on the boy's abs.