Shot breakdowns weren't hard to draw. As long as people could understand them, there was no need to make them look good.
After Lilith woke up, she was still groggy. It took her about half an hour to fully come around, then she got dressed.
When the secret door to the Grand Commander's administrative office opened, the bookshelf slid aside automatically.
Only then did Lilim emerge, still bleary-eyed, her legs trembling as she steadied herself against the wall.
"Master—no, you little nobody!"
"You little nobody, weren't you supposed to be on a date with Leticia? You scumbag. How come you've still got so much energy?"
"What are you doing?"
Lynn was still drawing the shot breakdown. "I'm creating a script. I've got a better way to spread the word. Since you're awake, stop pretending."
"You're the only one who's special. You have the God of Love's magic. Even if he isn't the god of lewdness, he still has powers related to it. You don't need to act pitiful."
"And I'm not a scumbag. I'm just giving everyone a home."
Lynn set down his pencil and picked Lilith up. "You're mad because I didn't dress you and tuck you in, right?"
"I forgot. Sorry, sorry. Want a little milk as compensation?"
"Pervert," Lilim muttered, her voice turning completely soft.
"Oh, you mean I shouldn't be a pervert? Think about it. If I weren't perverted toward you, wouldn't that prove you had no appeal?" Lynn said without batting an eye.
Lilim was speechless.
A lot of people liked to call others perverts as an insult.
But there was one undeniable bit of logic to it.
If no one was being perverted toward you,
didn't that mean you had no appeal?
Here's another example: your lover has no perverted thoughts about you at