In the hormone-fueled, hot-blooded days of youth, people might brag that they could take on ten opponents at once—but who would brag about instantly dropping to their knees when they saw a group charging at them, leaving dozens of people on the other side too embarrassed to even lay a hand on them? By the same logic—
Some people might brag that X Publishing House had taken an interest in their masterpiece and that they would soon become a manga artist, but who would brag about being a doujinshi artist?
Even a heavyweight in the doujinshi world like Eriri, whose work had even been adapted into an anime, would never brag about it.
No matter how awesome a doujinshi artist was, it was still a profession that couldn't see the light of day!
And wasn't the reason Eriri so eagerly went to the Service Club every day because everyone there knew what she did and didn't look at her differently because of it? That gave the little blonde a long-lost sense of ease and security. Of course, it would have been even better if Sogo Doma hadn't been in the Service Club...
At the time, Eriri didn't know that not only would the disappearance of Sogo Doma, as she had fantasized about, fail to happen, but before long, even Utako Kasumi—ptui, Utaha Kasumigaoka—would become one of the targets she fantasized about making disappear.
Ahem...
Setting that aside, it was clear enough that being a doujinshi artist wasn't exactly a respectable profession. Even though Sogo Doma was a boy, no guy would go around talking about doujinshi all day long. He only did it to make money...
Therefore, Sogo Doma felt utterly secure. Who would blacken their own name to that extent?
But just as he thought he had this in