Late Friday night.
The room was shrouded in gray-black tones. A floor lamp stood in the corner emitting soft light, with a bear-shaped plushie sitting beneath it.
A bookcase on one side was neatly arranged with various books. A desktop computer and a thin laptop sat on the computer desk. The clothes hanging in the closet were mostly dark-colored, with a large number of black stockings.
Kasumigaoka Utaha saved the text file on her computer, stood up, went downstairs to get a glass of water, and finding the light in her mother's room was off, tiptoed back to her own room.
She'd been troubled by many things these past few days, mostly concerning the doujin game club.
Due to the student council's sudden decision to reclaim the activity room, Aki Tomoya had been trying to recruit people at the school gate for the past two days. However, his popularity was so poor that no one even bothered to look at him.
His frantic attempts to persuade people seemed both ridiculous and pitiful to Kasumigaoka Utaha. If things continued like this, the activity room would definitely be reclaimed with no chance of escape.
Kasumigaoka Utaha placed her half-empty cup on the table, then stretched in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through her semi-transparent black nightgown, one could vaguely glimpse her voluptuous, soft figure - plump and juicy like a ripe peach.
She placed her hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them while sighing softly, her thoughts drifting away.
Judging by the current situation, the closure of the activity room was inevitable. Rather than focusing on something irreversible, she should consider other solutions.
On another note, the time they spent in the school club room was mostly just everyone interacting with each other. The amenities it offered were quite limited - in her opinion: quiet, a place to sit, and relative privacy.
When writing her own game story, all she needed was a laptop and a relatively comfortable environment where she could concentrate. She didn't necessarily need to be there.
Eriri even more so - she created most of her drawings alone at home, then distributed them through online discussion groups for feedback before deciding whether to use or modify them. She didn't need to be in that classroom either.
As for Kato Megumi and Aki Tomoya, they could be skipped over. The former had little presence to begin with, while the latter was only responsible for overseeing the overall game direction. Scripting work was done at home, not at school.
Looking at it this way, the situation became much clearer. The club room wasn't something they absolutely couldn't lose.
After all, making a game requires professional talent, not just any space.
Aki Tomoya was working on something useless again...
Kasumigaoka Utaha returned to her computer, expression neutral. She planned to finish the script before going to bed. Although the club's overall game production had stalled for two days due to the unexpected incident, she felt she couldn't slack off - she had to do something.
Just like when she had proactively gone to the student council room and lowered her head to ask for alternatives, this was her way of alleviating her guilt.
Regardless of the outcome, she would at least help him finish making this game - that's what she thought.
At this moment, a message notification popped up in the mailbox at the lower right corner of her computer screen.
Kasumigaoka Utaha dragged the mouse to click on it.
The sender's signature was [Kashiwagi Eri], the subject line was blank, and the specific content inside was very simple - just a URL link that would jump to an external website.
Finished so quickly...
Kasumigaoka Utaha was slightly surprised, then smiled. Her legs stretched out under the table intertwined with each other, her toes hooked in slippers lightly tapping.
Let me see what you're really thinking, Eriri.
She clicked the link directly and was presented with a set of images. She immediately clicked to enlarge them and slowly looked through.
The mouse made light clicking sounds as she moved to the next page.
Gradually, Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing became rapid. She shifted her legs somewhat restlessly, and the expression on her face reflected by the computer screen's light was full of charm.
The image set's theme was "Corruption," telling the story of a proud young wife who worked hard for her unreliable, useless husband, only to be forcibly taken by another man. Initially reluctant, she gradually cooperated and ultimately became completely dependent, sinking into depravity.
The final image showed a close-up of the kneeling young wife, her expression ecstatic, eyes unfocused, as the man grabbed her twin tails from behind.
"Eriri, you understand so well! That evil man is so much more handsome than the useless husband..."
Kasumigaoka Utaha closed the website. Feeling the changes in her body, her legs clenched even tighter.
She took several deep breaths, quickly calming herself in the dim room.
After sitting quietly for a while, she finally released her concerns, clicked on a website, confirmed a previous order she had placed, and completed the subsequent payment.
Soon, another email arrived, signed again by [Kashiwagi Eri], formally thanking her for support with an attached unknown file of several gigabytes.
Kasumigaoka Utaha understood these were high-definition original artworks - what she had browsed online before were merely low-quality previews.
Having already satisfied her desire to understand Eriri's inner thoughts, she initially didn't plan to download them to her computer. But after hesitating for a moment, she slowly moved back from the X in the upper right corner and clicked the download button.
Perhaps she could show it to someone later...
she thought.
After the file finished downloading, Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her computer and lay down on her bed. She had originally intended to work hard finishing the current plot tonight, but after reading that kind of content, her mind was in chaos, her original creative enthusiasm gone, unable to concentrate anymore.
So for tonight, she'd just leave it at that and go to bed early.
It seemed some people were already falling into it without her needing to do anything.
That was good - at least her guilt was lessened.
Thinking about her reaction while looking at the artwork just now, Kasumigaoka Utaha buried her head under the pillow, her hand slowly reaching under the covers.
You really are a hopelessly despicable woman...
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