My Avatar is the Heroine

"Ah... okay, okay."

Beep, beep, beep...

After hanging up the phone, Su Lin didn't waste a single minute and had Mashiro-chan set off immediately.

Leaving the house, she followed the path in her memory to the massive villa of the Yaoyorozu family. Unlike Sister Doma, she showed no signs of exhaustion. This proved that Mashiro Shiina's physical condition was much better than Doma's.

A gentle breeze blew, and her beige long hair fluttered lightly. Mashiro exuded the unique fragrance of a young girl. Her slender waist and the fair, smooth legs beneath her short skirt were naturally perfect, paired with her beautiful face—just one glance was breathtaking.

Just as she was about to press the doorbell, Yaoyorozu's voice came through the intercom.

"Hello, who is it?"

Mashiro fiddled with her flowing hair and said lazily, "Su Lin."

"Pfft~~"

The sound of spitting water came from the speaker.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you right away."

Soon, the iron gate opened, and Mashiro immediately entered Yaoyorozu's home. This was probably her second time in a place like this.

"I'm happy, but why did you suddenly come to my house to paint?" Yaoyorozu asked curiously.

"To make money off you, of course."

This blunt reply made Yaoyorozu's expression freeze instantly.

"Ahaha... Well, the studio is on the second floor. Please follow me."

Following Yaoyorozu to a private studio that spanned several hundred square meters, Mashiro's eyelids visibly twitched a few times.

"Rich!"

Just how wealthy did you have to be to make your personal studio this huge? It was ridiculous.

"Haha, it's nothing special. These days, the truly rich build highways inside their houses."

"..."

Mashiro-chan didn't pay attention to Yaoyorozu's words. She muttered "paint" absentmindedly, then tossed off her coat and walked to the easel.

"I'll paint All Might."

"Huh?"

At that moment, Mashiro seemed possessed by the soul of a master painter. She leaned back in the chair, gently slipped off her shoes, and placed her legs up on the seat.

Her expression was utterly focused. The brush in her hand seemed to have a soul of its own, automatically sketching the most exquisite lines.

A few minutes later, because the room was too hot, Mashiro-chan directly unbuttoned her white blouse and underwear, then began taking off her skirt right in front of Yaoyorozu.

"..."

"Mm, it's hot. Aren't you turning on the AC?"

With a casual flick, the skirt flew straight onto Yaoyorozu's face.

"Y-you, you..." Yaoyorozu was completely stunned.

Whoosh~

Before she could react, the Pantsu left Mashiro's hand and smacked onto Yaoyorozu's face as well.

Chapter 77: The Usual Uncle Might

"Aaaaaah, Su Lin, what are you doing?!!"

Grabbing the Pantsu off her face, Yaoyorozu's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, yet she couldn't bring herself to get angry.

Was this dazed idiot really her class president? Why had she turned out like this?

"Hm?" Mashiro turned her head in confusion and glanced at her. It really was hot in the room; a trace of sweat had appeared on her forehead.

"I've already turned on the AC, but this room is a bit big, so it takes time. Hurry up and put your clothes on! Don't stand naked in front of me!!"

The Pantsu even smelled nice... No, Yaoyorozu felt like she was being led astray.

"Don't want to."

Mashiro Shiina yawned lazily and continued drawing on the paper.

In an instant, her aura shifted dramatically. Even Yaoyorozu felt as if she were looking at a great painter.

Hugging her knees, her beige long hair draped over her fair, bare body. A strange light shone in her eyes, and with just a few strokes, she brought a vivid scene to life.

The painting depicted All Might from behind, his face turned toward the distant sunset. Though he appeared towering, there was an indescribable sense of weariness about him.

This was a scene from some future moment, one Mashiro had seen in the anime.

How many people in this world knew that the No. 1 hero they relied on and took pride in—the strongest hero who always brought people peace with his hearty laughter—had long been unable to bear the burden?

Years ago, in his battle with All For One, All Might suffered a severe abdominal injury, to the point where he could barely stand. His assistant, the hero with the precognitive Quirk—Nighteye—learned that All Might would die in a battle a few years later. He urged All Might to give up saving others, to live quietly as an ordinary person and enjoy the rest of his years. Even if All Might retired, another No. 1 would soon appear to fight in his place as the ultimate symbol. Even if there was temporary unrest, it wouldn't change much.

But All Might asked, "In that 'temporary' time, how many people will live in fear?"

And so, knowing full well that he would die a miserable, unspeakable death in a terrible battle in the future, he had no regrets. Every day, using his muscle Quirk form that could only last a few hours, he continued to contribute to this world.

Even if everyone else was crying, he would laugh cheerfully and shout in a heartwarming voice: "It's okay, because I am here!"

Yaoyorozu stared at the content of the painting, undoubtedly stunned.

Because Mashiro Shiina had truly poured her emotions into it.

Not to mention her painting skills were so extreme that they almost perfectly restored every detail of the muscular All Might.

"You... are really Su Lin?"

Momo Yaoyorozu was shocked and couldn't help but move closer.

The sight of Mashiro painting was breathtakingly beautiful, so much so that even a woman would be amazed by her elegant and composed aura.

"Don't disturb me."

Mashiro-chan lifted a foot and directly stepped on Yaoyorozu's face.

"Ahhh!" Yaoyorozu blushed and swung her hand, slapping Mashiro's leg away, causing her to lose balance and fall from the chair.

"Oh no."

Yaoyorozu immediately lunged forward and caught her.

The two held each other, Mashiro Shiina's gaze utterly unremarkable, her eyes only on her painting, while Yaoyorozu's face had long since turned red to the heavens.

"You, you, you..."

To be honest, in this situation, she had no idea who was taking advantage of whom. She also knew that Su Lin's original body was male, so being held like this by a girl was a huge gain for him, but... why did she feel like she was the one committing an unforgivable sin?

Especially with Mashiro's pure and innocent gaze.

On the other side, Su Lin's original body at home covered his face.

Although he had a hunch, he never expected it to develop to this extent. The thoughts in Mashiro's head were indeed his, but now, aside from the painting, he truly didn't care about anything else. This was probably the so-called side effect.

Silently finishing the painting, it took only three hours in total, and the sky had already darkened a bit.

Mashiro Shiina yawned lazily, crawled onto the floor, curled up into a ball, and began to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep on the floor. There's a room next door." Yaoyorozu was utterly exasperated, so she simply stepped forward, picked up Mashiro-chan, walked a few dozen meters, and placed her on the soft big bed.

This adorable girl quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, rolled up, then grabbed Yaoyorozu's hand, rubbed against it, and let out a soft "Umi" sound, like a lazy little kitten.

"Oh my god, this is too cute?" Although she didn't want to admit it, Yaoyorozu couldn't help but pat her head and whispered, "Be good, sleep well."

And so, Mashiro slowly closed her eyes and drifted into dreamland.

"Phew~~"

Yaoyorozu wiped a cold sweat, feeling something was off.

"Is this really Su Lin?"

She hurriedly made a phone call, and the original body answered quickly.

"Um, Su Lin-chan, you..."

"Sorry, I just acted spoiled to you."

Momo Yaoyorozu: "..."

Damn, it's true.

Yaoyorozu almost dropped her phone.

"Ahem, I definitely didn't mean to... well, I guess I did mean it, but once I use that body, it just happens naturally."

The behavior was completely uncontrollable.

"I understand, I understand." Yaoyorozu took a tissue and wiped her forehead.

So what exactly do you understand?

Su Lin took a deep breath and said, "Did you see that painting?"

"Which one?" Yaoyorozu was stunned for a moment, then the image of All Might in the painting flashed through her mind, and she immediately said excitedly, "It's amazing. Did you really paint that?"

"Of course. How much? Name your price."

"???"

"Selling it to you."

"This..." So it really was about selling money. Yaoyorozu didn't know what to say. Thinking about the cute girl in the room and the impact of All Might in the painting, she felt... she couldn't refuse.

"How about 1 million?"

"Pfft~~"

"Eh? Su Lin, what's wrong? Is it too little? Then 10 million?"

"Pfft~~~~~"

On the other end, Su Lin felt a faint ache in his chest.

"Wait, don't talk yet. Let me process this."

10 million—converted to the soft currency from before my transmigration—that's about 600,000 yuan, right...?

Chapter 78: The Real Misunderstanding

"Then... 100 million? Sorry, Su Lin-chan, I really don't understand art, so I can't grasp a painting's price. Don't be mad if I lowball you."

Yaoyorozu naturally had no idea that Su Lin on the other end was practically suffocating at that number.

"No, no, you don't need that much. Just give me enough for living expenses. I've got a bunch of cute clones at home waiting to be fed—at least don't let them go hungry." Su Lin's tone was helpless.

"That sounds so pitiful." Yaoyorozu felt an inexplicable pang of sympathy. "Alright then, I'll transfer you 10 million right now. Ask me for more if it's not enough."

"Thanks."

Hanging up, Su Lin let out a long breath and sat down on the bed.

Sure enough, not long after, a text popped up on his phone confirming the 10 million deposit. He was so excited his hand jerked, nearly dropping the phone.

That evening, at Yaoyorozu's home.

"Mother, don't go in there. There's really nothing inside."

Arms spread wide, blocking the massive door, Yaoyorozu wore an awkward smile.

The noblewoman before her, expressionless, was her mother. But her gaze fell on the door with an indescribable authority.

"I don't believe it. If there were nothing wrong, would you be this sneaky, locking the door behind you?"

"Mother, it's true. There's really nothing in there."

Yaoyorozu's voice grew more and more uncertain, sounding utterly weak.

This only made her mother more convinced something was off, her expression turning stern: "Tell me—did you bring a man home from outside?"

"No, no, how could that be? You've misunderstood. I would never..."