When Sawamura Sayuri asked him, Tanaka Masao felt a bit shy.
After all, he wasn't a real adult manga artist, and even if he was, he still had a sense of shame; very few people were willing to expose themselves.
He didn't feel much when discussing this with Eriri before, partly because of his innate familiarity with Eriri due to the anime from his previous life.
On the other hand, they were the same age, so discussing such things felt normal.
Sawamura Sayuri was different; although she was similar to Eriri in both appearance and figure, she carried a mature aura, like an older sister.
Being with Eriri was like being with a brother, where there were no qualms about saying anything.
But discussing adult manga with Sawamura Sayuri was like being caught by his mom with his study materials, making him want to sink into the floor.
Tanaka Masao's eyes darted away, not daring to look at her, and he stammered, "Sis...Sister, isn't this inappropriate?"
Watching Tanaka Masao's shy expression, Sawamura Sayuri covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"Tanaka-kun, there's no need to feel shy. I, your big sister, am actually an otaku, and not only that, I'm also an adult manga artist.
Since we're both adult manga artists, it's perfectly fine to exchange ideas."
Tanaka Masao declared that he couldn't handle the destructive power of a caring big sister.
However, he suddenly remembered the plot of the adult manga he brought.
What was next, he wondered...
Just thinking about that scene made Tanaka Masao's scalp tingle.
Tanaka Masao showed a somewhat stiff smile.
"Sister, maybe we should just forget it. What I drew isn't actually very good."
As he spoke, he planned to leave quickly and find an opportunity to ask Eriri alone how to publish adult manga.
But just as he reached for his backpack, he saw it was already in Eriri's hands, and she had taken out the manga.
"You, you say what you drew isn't good? I think what you drew is even better than mine."
Eriri was famous for her exquisite artwork in adult manga.
The first time she saw the beautiful cover of Tanaka Masao's adult manga, she knew his drawing skills were no less than her own.
For Tanaka Masao, who had amazing drawing skills and was also an adult manga artist...
Although it was their first meeting, Eriri felt a sense of kindred spirits...
Oh, no, it should be a feeling of like-mindedness.
"You don't need to worry about my mom; she's a famous BL artist, and her knowledge is much richer than ours."
Eriri said, flipping through the manga manuscript, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, you actually drew it in full color!"
Eriri originally thought Tanaka Masao had only drawn a few full-color pages for the cover, which was quite common.
But she flipped through it a bit and found that the content inside was actually all in full color.
"Full color!"
Sawamura Sayuri was also a little surprised.
It wasn't that artists like them couldn't draw in full color, but drawing in full color took much more time.
So, usually, only a few exquisite, special scenes would be colored.
"Drawing so much in full color, Tanaka-kun must have put in a lot of effort, right?"
Sawamura Sayuri praised him, taking a portion from Eriri to look at.
The amount of manga given by the system at that time was enough to make six episodes if adapted into anime, which was quite a lot.
Watching Sawamura Sayuri take the lower half of the adult manga, Tanaka Masao's hanging heart finally died.
The most inappropriate plot was taken by the most appropriate person.
Next was the execution.
Tanaka Masao sat on the sofa, head bowed, pretending to be dead.
[Should I just fly away in my Mark Armor?]
But for the manga to be published normally and for him to earn money, Tanaka Masao decided to sit a little longer.
Because the system's prompt kept echoing in his mind.
[Emotion value +1...]
In just a short while, the system's prompt had increased by several points.
...
Eriri commented as she looked at the adult manga.
"I have to say, the quality of your full-color work is really high. How much time must that have taken?"
"Hmm, your theme is also very good; I've never seen it before."
"My gosh, these lines, can a normal person think of them? And to actually have the legitimate boyfriend watch from the side, you're a bit too Hentai."
"By the way, the main character, the fat otaku, why does he look so much like you? You didn't use yourself as the prototype for the main character, did you?"
The more Eriri looked, the fewer words she spoke, her face becoming redder and redder, and her eyes widening.
It is well known that when people read novels, TV shows, and similar works...
They will subconsciously put themselves into it, imagining what it would be like if they experienced the events in the plot.
Vaguely, Tanaka Masao felt like he saw steam rising from Eriri's head.
As for what she was thinking, no one knew.
...
After a while, not only was Eriri's face red, but even Sawamura Sayuri's cheeks were flushed.
This atmosphere made Tanaka Masao a bit awkward; he wanted to leave but couldn't, so he could only try not to make a sound and minimize his presence.
His heart was racing a bit, and he fidgeted restlessly.
This uncomfortable atmosphere lasted for about five minutes.
Tanaka Masao noticed that Eriri and her mother changed their sitting postures.
Perhaps sensing Tanaka Masao's somewhat intense gaze...
Eriri and her mother looked up at the same time.
Two pairs of eyes met.
The air fell into a brief silence.
...
After a few seconds of silence, Eriri was the first to act.
She placed the manga manuscript on the table, crossed her arms, and preemptively said, "Tanaka, you guy, the details are drawn so thoroughly, were you actually there?
And to be able to come up with that kind of plot, what's in your head, you guy? Is your nutrition keeping up?"
Facing Eriri's unprovoked attack, Tanaka Masao weakly retorted, "Isn't it better for an adult manga artist to have more 'yellow' waste in his head? What right does Zecun Student have to criticize me?"
To Tanaka Masao's reasonable rebuttal, Eriri's only reply was, "Urusai, Baka. (Shut up, idiot.)"
At this moment, Sawamura Sayuri also recovered and smoothed things over.
"Eriri, don't say that. Tanaka-kun being able to draw such an excellent adult manga shows that he is very talented.
Although the plot is a bit..."
After a pause, Sawamura Sayuri continued, "A bit too bold, wouldn't you say, Tanaka-kun?"
Facing Sawamura Sayuri's meaningful gaze, Tanaka Masao quickly nodded.
"Yes... it is a bit too bold."
It was indeed a bit bold to invite them to eat donburi right after meeting them.
Sawamura Sayuri was still very understanding and changed the subject.
"Tanaka-kun, you draw so well, to be honest, I feel a bit inferior myself, so what do you want to ask about?"
Seeing that the question finally hit the mark, Tanaka Masao quickly replied.
"Well, this is my first time drawing adult manga, and I don't know how to publish it, so I came to ask for advice."
"Oh, I see."
Sawamura Sayuri nodded.
Adult manga is a bit special; general manga publishers don't usually have the courage to openly release it.
Usually, the artist prints it themselves and then sells it at conventions, gradually building their reputation.
Of course, they can also entrust some bookstores to sell it.
"But to be able to draw such high quality on your first try, Tanaka-kun must have put in a lot of effort and energy. It must have been tough."