Chapter 88: Kitahara-kun Actually Knows How to Draw

"I know what magical beasts are, but what on earth is a tentacle monster?" Suzuki Misaki asked.

"A tentacle monster, as the name implies, is a creature possessing many tentacles, similar to an octopus, except it lives on land. It is naturally lustful and mates with anything."

Kitahara explained.

Fearing that Suzuki Misaki wouldn’t understand, and seeing paper and pen readily available on the desk, he directly began drawing with a "swish, swish, swish."

A short while later, a vivid, life-like tentacle monster appeared on the paper.

This tentacle monster had an hideous body with over a dozen tentacles growing from it—those tentacles were nimble and slender, appearing as though they possessed a life of their own.

Meanwhile, its two big eyes revealed a trace of cunning and greedy expression.

While Kitahara was drawing, Suzuki Misaki leaned close right beside him, her gaze tightly locked onto the paintbrush in Kitahara’s hand and the picture gradually emerging on the paper.

As time went on and the drawing gradually took shape, Suzuki Misaki was astonished to discover that Kitahara actually possessed such superb drawing talent.

The delicate lines, precise composition, and lifelike finished product were all things that made her marvel in admiration.

Through Kitahara’s brushstrokes, Suzuki Misaki gained a far more intuitive understanding of this peculiar creature that had originally existed only in her imagination.

It was no longer merely a vague concept, but a realistic, visible image presented right before her eyes. This visual impact made her admire Kitahara’s talent even more intensely.

"Sugoi! Kitahara-kun, you actually know how to draw, and you draw so well! With this level, you could completely become a professional artist! Too amazing!"

Suzuki Misaki exclaimed in admiration, her face full of awe.

The gaze she directed at Kitahara was filled with curiosity and appreciation—this slightly bad guy always brought her unexpected surprises.

First it was the wild, imaginative erotic story, and today he demonstrated superb drawing skills. Just how many more unknown abilities was he hiding on his body?

"Uhh, I just know a little bit, merely a little bit!"

Kitahara said modestly.

Just now he had merely drawn it casually without thinking too much. Who would have thought the drawing skills rewarded by the system would be so useful? Quite unwittingly, he had shown off a hand to Suzuki Misaki.

Seeing her burning gaze, even without a system prompt, Kitahara knew that her affection level toward him had risen quite a bit.

Mm, as for saying before that this reward was useless—he took that statement back now.

In fact, it was actually pretty damn useful!

At this moment, Suzuki Misaki’s attention returned to the artwork; her eyes shone brightly, her spirits excited:

"These tentacles are simply too interesting!"

"Kitahara-kun, then what is the evil giant? Exactly how tall is it? So I can have a prototype in my mind."

"Roughly two stories high, carrying a two-meter-long spiked club weapon with it."

"Nani? Two meters? Then can Kaoru and the others withstand that kind of strike?"

"Misaki-nee, you have to broaden your thinking. Two meters is nothing, nowhere near Kaoru’s limit. In my settings, the final BOSS stands fifteen meters tall, with a weapon five meters long!"

"Sugoi..."

"We can place the evil giant at the very end of the story as the final trial the beautiful girls must undergo. Prior to that, they work continuously in the otherworldly realm, repeatedly defeating monsters and gaining many magical abilities. For example, their capacity for adaptation and accommodation constantly increases, their bodies can temporarily grow larger or smaller, and so forth, in order to fight against monsters of different body sizes..."

"So ka! Kitahara-kun, I understand now. These ideas of yours are fantastic, and the plot is extremely logical. I need to sort this out immediately and study it thoroughly.

I must say, Kitahara-kun, you truly are an ’erotic novel’ genius—not writing erotica is truly a waste!

No, wait, writing erotica is the waste! Leave this task to me! Rest assured, Kitahara-kun, I will work hard!"

At this moment, Suzuki Misaki felt deep admiration in her heart, bowing in full respect to Kitahara’s rich imagination and creativity.

She asked herself—she couldn’t come up with such a good story, especially such brilliant plotlines.

Kitahara-kun was indeed exceptionally talented!

"Alright then, I’ll trouble Misaki-nee with this! Let’s wrap up here for today; I’ll head home first. If anything comes up, feel free to call anytime. Misaki-nee, let me work hard together, ganbatte!"

"Ganbatte!"

...

Even long after stepping out of Shueisha’s heavy main doors, Kitahara Chiki’s footsteps still seemed a bit slow, as if an invisible force behind him was tugging at him, making it hard to part ways.

Thinking back to years ago, during his green youth, when he was full of vigor and pride, he had looked down with disdain and contempt on those who coveted other people’s wives.

In his eyes, such behavior was simply a collapse of morality.

How could an upright person degrade himself to such a shameless degree? Such actions that violated ethical and moral principles were truly despicable!

Yet time flew by, and years slipped away.

As his age grew day by day and he experienced the vicissitudes of the mortal world, that originally pure and naive heart of his gradually matured.

The beliefs and views he had once held unwaveringly had, before he even realized it, undergone a subtle transformation...

...

He had originally intended to go straight home to write, but after getting into a taxi, Kitahara changed his mind and went to Sumitomo Mitsui Bank in Shinjuku Ward instead.

He needed to find Section Chief Miyamoto to help him handle a matter.

Before long, he arrived at the location.

Entering the bank, he didn’t see any sign of Matsuda Yumi. Today should have been a workday for her; presumably, she was feeling physically uncomfortable and had taken leave.

Her absence was just right—this matter needed to be kept from her for the time being.

Finding Miyamoto, Kitahara spoke directly:

"Chief Miyamoto, I need you to do something for me."

"Ha’i, Mr. Kitahara, please instruct me as you wish."

"I want to purchase a piece of property near your bank. The requirements are a high-rise apartment building—preferably on the newer side, larger area, higher floor, better interior decoration. Price doesn’t matter. This property is a gift I want to give to Yumi-chan, so it’s best if it’s close to your bank for her convenience when commuting to and from work. Also, don’t let Yumi-chan know about this matter for the time being."

After Kitahara listed all his requirements, Miyamoto bowed with great excitement:

"Ha’i, thank you Mr. Kitahara for your patronage! I will definitely exert all my effort to get this matter done properly!"

"Then I’ll wait for your good news."

Leaving his contact phone number, Kitahara departed.

Next, nothing eventful happened for the rest of the day; Kitahara stayed home and typed away writing all day long.

...

At night, after a long bout of intense, draining pleasure, Hayami Rina lay completely limp on the bed, her body still trembling, contemplating in her heart:

"It’s been getting increasingly exhausting lately. It seems I need to consider having my younger sister come over earlier."