Doujin Artist and Fantasy Novelist / Utaha Kasumigaoka's Hobby Was Erotic Novels

On the streets at night, all the lights in the surrounding houses were off, and it was eerily quiet, giving one the illusion that the place was completely deserted.

At that moment, a red-haired youth in sportswear was running around, panting heavily, as if he were being chased by something.

This place is so eerie. He wanted to escape the Small Town, but he couldn't find a way. Even when he ran back to the main entrance to the street, he found himself surrounded by invisible darkness. If he went through it, he would find himself back at the entrance. The invisible darkness was behind him; he had only turned around.

So Shirou could only run, darting around and hiding in alleyways.

There is no way to leave this Small Town.

"Shirou-kun ~... Shirou-kun ~! Where are you?"

Only a prolonged, terrifying hissing sound, as if it didn't originate from the throat but rather from within the body, causing the entire abdomen to vibrate.

This isn't how humans speak; it's more like the way some kind of beast, completely different from humans, a bizarre beast...

A woman dressed in blood-red clothes slowly walked towards them. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, far beyond human limits, like a snake, raising her upper lip to the top of her head, covering her nostrils...

Inside the torn mouth, something sticky was wriggling. Lying on the lower lip, something resembling a sea cucumber crawled out of the woman's mouth, its two tentacles bearing a pair of eyeballs. It twisted its soft, sea cucumber-like body, turning left and right to observe the traces.

Yes, this woman has no tongue; what controls her body is this monster that lives inside her mouth.

"E... Mi... ya~kun~! I found you!"

This is Harley Quinn, with bright red lipstick and a deathly white body. She carries a baseball bat on her shoulder, and wears ripped jeans that are long enough to reach her boots on one side and torn into super short shorts on the other. She is constantly destroying things in her path, laughing wildly.

"Where are you~? Don't run away, come play with me~?" There was another woman with messy hair, wearing tattered white clothes, dragging various human-shaped dolls that were connected together, making a clattering sound as she moved.

This is Himeko. Legend has it that she would grab anyone she encountered and drag them around until they were turned into pieces of flesh.

Shirou was being chased by these women. Shirou had no idea what was going on or why they knew his name. He was simply being pursued by these indiscriminate threatening individuals.

Shirou tried to explain to them that they had mistaken him for someone else, but they wouldn't listen at all and there was no logic to it.

These women wander around in various areas, and you might bump into them by chance. But when they stand still with their backs to people, they look like ordinary women.

Shirou didn't notice anything unusual about them at first and even went up to ask for directions, which is why he was being watched.

But once he ran into them, they started chasing after him.

Even though their bodies and appearances look like normal humans, what they do makes them utter monsters.

Shirou was confused about the current situation; he only knew that if he got caught, he would be in big trouble.

"Hey, you, come over here, I'll take you to a safe place."

The woman, wearing a mask and a long trench coat that covered her entire body, waved to Shirou.

Although it looks normal, it's definitely not right for it to appear in this kind of place!

"You've got the wrong person." Shirou quickly turned and ran away.

Sure enough! The moment Shirou turned around, the woman forcefully ripped open her coat, revealing a purple, rotting body. A vertical line ran down from the center of her abdomen, and long, hairy, spider-like claws began to emerge from her body.

The sharp claws landed on the ground, lifting the woman's torn body to a height of over three meters, moving like a spider.

"I told you to come here!" The woman's mask was pierced by sharp claws, and long, sharp claws emerged from her mouth, instantly extending several meters, and stabbed towards Shirou.

Fortunately, Shirou had already run into the alley by then.

There was no way out, Shirou could only run quickly inside, only to find that no matter which way he went, there was a wall. With no other option, Shirou could only try to use the wall as a support to carefully climb up, not daring to make a sound.

At that moment, a Kuro Neko appeared on the wall, its azure vertical pupils fixed on Shirou.

Shirou had a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, the Kuro Neko suddenly arched its back, as if preparing to fight, and let out a loud shriek. "Meow!!!"

"E·mi·ya-kun~!?" Harley Quinn turned her head toward the alleyway where Shirou was from when she heard the voice.

"Found you! Hahaha! I'll smash your legs so we can be together forever!"

"Let me eat you, then we can be together forever!" The woman, her body split in two, with sharp tentacles, shouted with maniacal laughter.

"Quick! Give me your hand!" At that moment, a woman with long, straight black hair appeared from the house on the roof of the alley. She wore a headband and had her legs, clad in black stockings, on the windowsill. She bent down and reached out her hand to Shirou.

"Yes!" As soon as Shirou saw the woman, he quickly grabbed the girl's hand for leverage, and simultaneously kicked his legs against the wall, finally managing to squeeze through the window and land right on the mattress the woman had set up, avoiding making too much noise. Shirou and the girl huddled together against the wall.

"Damn it! That wretched cat!" The clown girl slammed her stick against the wall in anger, startling the Kuro Neko so much that it jumped away.

"Not here?" The split Spider Woman left in disappointment.

"Isn't it here? Then let's look elsewhere." Himeko dragged the doll-like figure and walked to the other side.

Hearing them finally leave, Shirou breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the familiar woman, saying, "Thank you, senpai."

A snap.

"Huh?" Shirou stared blankly as one of his hands was shackled, while the other was pinned to an iron ring nailed to the wall.

Upon closer inspection, the room contained a whip, candles, rope, a gag, and a rubber suit on the table; it certainly didn't look like a proper place.

"Hehehe, Shirou-kun, we've finally caught you! Now it's time for us to be alone." The woman in black stockings who had put shackles on Shirou held up a restraint belt and looked at Shirou with a smile.

"S-senpai? What... what are you trying to do?" Shirou asked the woman he knew with surprise.

"Hehe, what do you think?" The woman gently took off her shoes, lifted her toes, clad in black stockings, and stepped onto the mattress where Shirou was lying...

Chapter 691 doujinshi artist and YY novelist

"Ouch~! The Princess isn't sleeping! slurp" The girl wearing a cartoonist's hat rubbed her head, which had been hit by an empty bottle, and quickly wiped away the drool that had dripped from her mouth.

Eriri wasn't nearly as polite to this guy as she was to Shirou. The blonde girl snapped, "Princess, stop daydreaming and get to work! You were the one who demanded five copies of the book this time, and you even played games to find story inspiration, which dragged on until three days ago!"

Eriri was facing a woman sitting at a desk to the side. She was wearing a matching red tracksuit and thick-rimmed glasses, exuding the same kind of unlucky vibe as Eriri.

"Hime, I didn't do anything wrong, really nothing wrong. It's just that now that Hitomi, Eriri, and Shirou are in the same club, how can a club only sell one book? Of course, we have to sell a lot of other things! Even if it's just for the figures, we have to sell a lot!"

"You just want to make a fortune at this anime convention so you don't have to work and can stay home all the time, right?" Shirou saw right through this pink-loving otaku Princess's plan.

"Ugh...! Princess, I... I don't know anything. The Princess only thought about working hard to paint until dawn for her dream." Hime no Toki Xingbu pouted and mumbled awkwardly.

In this world, there are probably very few people who consider drawing doujinshi (fan-made comics) as a dream; the rest are just after profit. If that were the mindset, they wouldn't have gone into this business. Instead, they would focus on developing storylines, submitting their work to magazines, or serializing it online, striving to become a manga artist.

However, Shirou was too lazy to expose them anymore.

Just as many men desire a girlfriend who is sociable, charming, beautiful, sexy, seductive, adept at various sexual encounters, and yet devoted and faithful to them, it's almost impossible.

Of the four great beauties of ancient China, apart from Zhaojun who became a victim, the others were all scheming women. Without some political maneuvering and seductive skills, they wouldn't have been able to achieve their goals using the "beauty trap."

Even if the female artists who draw comics are good at disguising themselves when they are out, seeing their messy rooms and their unkempt appearance is still unbearable to look at.

Shirou looked at the two girls on either side, who had completely abandoned any semblance of decorum. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, devoid of joy or sorrow, like Buddha who had seen through everything. However, the two girls seemed to have become so open in front of him that they had almost lost all sense of shame.

After all, the most shameful thing for a shut-in girl is that she's been completely exposed, and besides her parents and closest relatives, the only people in the world who haven't abandoned her and distanced themselves from her Shirou.

Time quickly passed to two in the morning. Shirou moved himself off the legless chair, stood up, twisted his arms and waist to loosen his stiff body, and spoke to the girls with dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm going to make some late-night snacks. You guys should rest too."

"Um... thank you, Shirou. I'll rest after I finish this page," Eriri replied, her panda eyes wide, as she continued drawing diligently.

"Please, Shirou- sama, Princess, I want something sweet," Hime no Toki said helplessly.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Shirou, carrying his heavy body, held onto the handrail and walked down the stairs. He knew Eriri's house like the back of his hand, both in his past life and now.

At this time, Eriri's father was away on official business and was often not at home. Eriri's mother, Sayuri, had also gone back to her parents' home for the past few days.

However, there were two other people in the lobby downstairs. One was Utaha Kasumigaoka, a literary girl with long black hair and a headband on top, her hair neatly combed.

The other was a beautiful woman with two large oval buns, dressed in a traditional Japanese style. Although she was wearing a gorgeous blue and black lace dress, it couldn't hide her aura as a traditional Japanese beauty. She looked a few years older than Shirou and had the air of a widow who had recently married and was now alone in her empty room. (Monthly fee group 694936135) This feeling of emptiness and loneliness added to her mysterious and attractive charm.

"Oh, the busy man is finally down." Utaha Kasumigaoka was typing on her notebook, which was on her lap. She looked up at Shirou as he walked in and asked.

"Good evening, Prince Shirou. How is your creation progressing?" At this moment, the lady in the Western-style dress was holding a book and reading it with great interest. When she noticed Shirou, she looked up and greeted him.

"Good evening, Kouko-san. The progress is going smoothly, but at the fastest, it is expected to be completed after 5 a. m. Why don't you go to the guest room to rest, senpai?" Shirou replied to the woman, and then looked at Utaha Kasumigaoka beside him and asked.

The reason for this is that the lady in the Western-style dress is not human, but Servant like Hime no Toki, only existing in this world in a special way. Although she is closer to a human than Servant, she is ultimately different from a human.

Her name was Fujiwara Kagako, a name that may not be widely known, but she was more famously called Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki was the name she was given because of the novels she wrote, and Shikibu was her father's official title. In the old days, when men were superior to women, this was a way for women to indicate their status.

Fujiwara Kagako was a figure from the Northern Song Dynasty. Born into the prestigious Fujiwara clan, she studied classical Chinese, including Tang Dynasty Buddhist texts and music, under the guidance of her father, an official. She was one of the most talented women of her time and one of the Thirty-Six Poetic Immortals of Japan. Her status in Japan is similar to that of Cai Wenji and Li Qingzhao in China; they are among the first names that come to mind when people think of ancient female literati.

She created what is considered the earliest long novel in Human History, "The Tale of Genji," which encompasses the cultural essence of both China and Japan and is regarded as the pinnacle of Japanese novels. It holds a status similar to the Four Great Classical Novels, and incorporates or quotes numerous ancient Tang Dynasty poems, especially those by Bai Juyi, which appear more than 90 times.

This is a remarkable book that Chinese people who understand poetry can read without any problems, but Japanese people need to consult the annotations.

Because Kyoko is a bookworm, Shirou mostly talks about ancient Chinese culture when he chats with Kyoko.

"Hmm, I just thought of an interesting story. Would you like to see it, Shirou-kun?" Utaha Kasumigaoka asked with a mischievous smile.

"So, the nightmare I had before was caused by you?" Shirou asked the woman, frowning.

"Is this what you mean?" Utaha Kasumigaoka turned her notebook around, and the title of the manuscript was prominently displayed: A Tale of Asura Field' Love Affair: Yandere Love, Hannibal, Serial Killer, Sadist...

"A hundred people? How many times do you want me to suffer such a terrible fate?" Shirou recalled fragments of the dream in his mind. Although he had forgotten most of the details, the chilling feeling in his heart lingered for a long time. He felt that this woman was really too ruthless.

Chapter 692 Utaha Kasumigaoka's Interest is Erotic Novels

This world belongs to creators. Although the atmosphere itself doesn't possess magic, it contains a mysterious power that influences people's hearts. And the key to touching this power lies in moving people's hearts.

Therefore, creators wield unprecedented power in this world.

Whether it's a literary work with profound ideas that implies some kind of truth, a light-hearted online novel, or a comic or video... all creative works involving imagination possess a certain mysterious power.

If you write a book with a real person's name as the protagonist, that person will also be affected; in short, it's a curse. Shirou was written into a story with Utaha Kasumigaoka as the protagonist, which is why he had similar nightmares.

"Oh dear, it seems you really fell asleep? I originally just wanted to use it to punish which lazy little fool it was. But it turned out to be a good thing, didn't it? You're wide awake now. Isn't that proof that my story came in handy?" Utaha Kasumigaoka laughed triumphantly.

"Yes, it really came in handy. Thank you so much. Senpai, instead of making such a nasty joke, why don't you just go to sleep?" Shirou said in a low, suppressed voice, barely containing his anger.

"After all, you're all working so hard, it wouldn't be right for us to just rest. Also, compared to sleeping in the house of some tasteless girl Shirou-kun, if you're really tired, you can come to my place."

Utaha Kasumigaoka moved her laptop aside and slightly pulled her skirt up, stopping just high enough so her panties wouldn't be visible. This revealed her thighs, encased in black stockings, which shimmered with different shades of light, offering glimpses of the skin beneath.

Utaha Kasumigaoka gently patted her soft, supple thighs, her eyes alluring as she looked at Shirou, invitingly saying, "This is a special VIP seat just for you. I'll wake you up in thirty minutes."

"Glug..." Shirou looked at those two long and rounded thighs and felt that lying on them would be very comfortable.

However, he quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea. Now was not the time to do it! To meet the deadline, every second counted. Thirty minutes was enough for the three of them to finish half a page of comics while maintaining quality.

"I'm going to make some dessert for a late-night snack, do you guys need any?" Shirou couldn't argue with his senior, so he simply gave up and headed towards the kitchen.

"The offer is tempting, but I'd rather not. I'll just wait for breakfast." Utaha Kasumigaoka is currently resisting the temptation and dieting in order to maintain her perfect figure.

"I don't need that. I'm content as long as I can read," Fujiwara Kagako said with a light laugh.

"Then I'll go make you some more black tea." Shirou nodded and headed towards the kitchen.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Utaha Kasumigaoka said with a smile, continuing to type on the keyboard. Although it was content that wouldn't sell, she still found it very engaging to write. The plot of the novel had just progressed to the point where Shirou had been attacked and tied to the bed by a woman in black stockings, and the most exciting moment was about to arrive.

Taratara...

The fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." Utaha Kasumigaoka revealed a queen-like smile, as if she were bestowing a gift, or as if she were indulging her most straightforward desires.

Fujiwara Kagako, who was standing to the side, had a special sensitivity to words. Even though she hadn't read the descriptions in the book, she could still sense a lot from the aura that Utaha Kasumigaoka was exuding when she was typing.

"This is an intense desire, like wanting to pluck the flower, and also like a sadistic heart that can't hold onto the flower's vibrancy and wants to crush it in its palm. Miss Shiyu... such a persistent desire, ahhh."

At this moment, Utaha Kasumigaoka displayed a creative desire that even shocked the world-class writer Murasaki Shikibu.

"Achoo--!" In the kitchen, Shirou, who had just finished baking some biscuits and was boiling water to make black tea, suddenly sneezed uncontrollably. As for what kind of treatment he suffered in someone's novel, he had no interest in it and didn't want to know!

Taratala...

After enduring countless humiliations, the boy managed to escape the torture chamber, but he was no longer the same person he once was. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, his mind and body had been corrupted, poisoned by that woman.

This poison will forever lurk within him. Perhaps on some quiet, lonely night, when he is consumed by thirst, the boy will remember every single thing that a woman of unparalleled beauty had done to him...

At that moment, the woman stood at the window, quietly watching the boy's panicked escape. She licked her lips, as if savoring something.

She remained calm and composed, knowing full well that the boy was destined to stay in her grasp.

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"Phew~ Hmm~! Finally finished writing... Volume One." Utaha Kasumigaoka licked her lips, smiled and squinted her eyes, closed the notebook, raised her hands, stretched, and stretched her body's outstanding curves with great enjoyment, letting out a long, soft moan.

"Lady Shiwa, please allow me to read it carefully," said Ms. Fujiwara Kagako, already looking at the girl impatiently.

"Of course..." Utaha Kasumigaoka was about to agree.

Just then, the sound of porcelain being placed on the table rang out. It was Shirou, who had already prepared everything, and came out of the kitchen.