Chapter 1 – Where the Hell Does That Money Come From? An Unemployed Baby Who Only Plays at Home

“Hey, lift your butt a little more.”
“……Like this?”
“More.”
“Haa… This is fucking hard.”

I carefully compare the illustration rough that just arrived with the ‘little sister’.
However, I don’t know if it’s because of the relatively stiff ‘younger sister’ body, but it’s a little awkward.

In other words, there was a feeling that the composition of the rough was a little bizarre.
Like this, I was looking for a corner to confirm with the ‘little sister’ in relation to the illustration.

“Hey, but can’t the waist go down a little more?”
“What else can I do here, ah, ah, ah! Are you crazy!?”

It was called cat posture.
But, her hips should point a little more toward the sky than they do now.
The narrow waist should be bent much prettier.

“… Be patient. They say this is a great stretch for women.”
“You crazy bastard! My back hurts right now, ah!!”
“Uh, um… I guess they look alike… “
“Haaaaagh—!!”

Thanks to the firm and bent waist, the line that falls from the hips down is quite plausible.

And the part I felt awkward was the upper body, not the hips and waist.
As her breasts were large, it was much more natural for her to drop lower than now.

Just looking at the ‘younger sister’ now, my chest was bouncing under Na City, so the rough in my hand was relatively unnatural.

Also, the ‘little sister’ had slightly longer arms.
Of course, the proportions drawn in the illustration were flawless.
If I dare to compare her with her ‘younger sister’, I get the impression that she is a bit out of harmony.

“Did you have long arms?”
“Let go! Let go for now!”

The ‘sister’s face was half buried in the bed.
No, the expression that he fell down is more accurate.

“Ah, good job. It’s good for your body, so make sure to do it once a day.”

Tuk-tuk-

And I pat the ‘little sister’ on the back a couple of times.
In preparation for the next damn thing, I quickly go out the door.

“Yaaaaa—!!”

The quiet house was filled with the voice of the ‘younger sister’.
I quickly go into my room and lock the door.

And I leave an e-mail to the artist, sorting out the parts that I felt awkward about.

*

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rang with a ringing.

“Ha…”

I fumble for my phone.
That notification tone is probably mail.
And there was only one email worth arriving at this hour.

[RE: I will send you a rough.]

No matter how much writers say they work day and night, it’s been a while since rough left my hands.
By the way, what have you been doing until now to send a reply….

And, of course, this time too, I received a rather long email.
Seeing this, my face naturally frowns.

[Writer, I checked the rough you sent.
I have sorted out the parts that are a little awkward for me.
I would like to ask for a correction in this direction if possible.

1. I wish the line that falls from the hip to the waist would be a little narrower. I don’t want an ant waist, but I want the hips to be more prominent and the waist to be naturally hollow.

2. I want the subtle abs to protrude as if I haven’t exercised, and since the chest is large, it looks more natural to sag a little lower due to the weight. Also, I would like you to increase the size of your breasts while making corrections.

3. I wish the arms that stretched out straight forward were a little longer. Of course, my current proportions are good, but I think the lower arm looks shorter below the elbow.

4. Also, I think it would be natural to have some wrinkles on the arms and legs where the flesh folds. The manly skin expression is good, but I would like a more realistic portrayal.

Please feel free to tell me if your request is too excessive.

And I’m sorry for not contacting you at such a late hour.
Finally, I would appreciate it if you could answer at a convenient time.]

“… If you’re sorry, don’t send it.”

Tuck your messy bangs back.
Then, while re-checking the rough that I sent a while ago, I compared it with the requests sent by the artist.

“… I just need to correct the waist… No, what, no bra?

In the first place, it is a garment that fits snugly to the body.
On top of that, if she was wearing underwear, there was no room for further lag here.

“Does the proportions look like shit? Habak looks short? Ha… That’s fucking annoying.”

However, since it is a request from the client, I just let my anger go inside.

“Wrinkles…? They care about details with strange things. If that’s the case, ask them to draw the nose properly… How did you put up with the dotted nose? Or is it natural for the hips to get bigger and the waist to narrow? Wrinkles are wrinkles…”

It’s not the first time this has happened, but every time it pisses me off in a weird way.
And at best, if he does everything he asks, he’ll say it’s awkward and ask for corrections.

“Whoa…”

I have to explain it in words anyway, so I can’t understand it.
No, I’m not trying to understand.

And only when you see it with your own eyes will you realize later that something is wrong.

At least I paid for the additional airlift, so I was just passing by.
Of course, this time as well, the future where the revisions will be repeated several times was clearly drawn, but as always, I mechanically leave a reply.

[Confirmed ^^!]

[I checked everything you sent.
I’ll get back to you as soon as the fix is ​​finished.
Have a good night!]

“Ugh…”

All the rest of the sleep escaped the fever.

“Turn off, turn off…”

I lay down and stretched.
A pleasant sound of bones resounded.
I quickly got under the bed and turned on the light in the dark room.

“… I woke up.”

Kneel down in front of a full-length mirror.
Then, I slowly put on the bra that I threw away earlier.

“Huh…”

He groaned and threw himself on the floor.
I think my body proportions aren’t bad.
And an illustration of me without this kind of look was shining on the phone screen.

“… Not good for women. It’s just fucking hard.”

*

“Hey, I’m coming.”
“Ah oh.”
“It’s a bit late today, so don’t berate yourself for waiting for nothing. Eat first.”
“…Uh.”
“…You’re not listening to me right now.”
“Uh.”
“Ha…”

It was a deep sigh drawn from the Danjeon.
And pitiful glances flew at me.

“When will you become a person?”
“Aren’t you late? Let’s go quickly.”

I waved my hand at the ‘younger sister’ who was holding the form to start nagging.
Once the nagging started, I didn’t know the end, so I had to stop it now.

“How long are you really at home—”
“Ah, I got it. Now that I got it, get out of here quickly.”

I turned my back while eating at the table.
Then he takes the rice and stuffs it into his mouth his.

“Eat, cheap, eat again, cheap again… Ugh.”
“Hey! But the house is on my loan…? And I pay more for living expenses, so why the hell again.”
“… I see. Interest and what the heck, where the hell does that money come from? You unemployed bastard who just plays at home.”
“Ah, I still have the things I’ve collected. Aren’t you going soon? Are you really late…?”
“It’s voluntary work, so it doesn’t matter?”

I don’t know if these are empty words, but the bag falls to the floor.
And he takes a step toward me.

“… He said he wouldn’t even touch a dog when eating.”
“What do you mean by a person worse than a dog? Dogs are cute too.”

The ‘little sister’, with her arms her at her side her in front of me, still looked down at me with cold eyes.

“… You, you’re not doing something illegal, are you?”
“Ah! Stop talking crazy. Heh,hehe!”

Laughter broke out at the absurd words.
He wouldn’t even dream of the fact that my living expenses come from filthy rumors, and from kinky stories.
And I didn’t want to know for the rest of my life.

“… Anyway, if you have any difficulties or anything like that, tell me. Don’t go around doing weird things like an idiot.
“Ah, it’s not really… What do you look at people for?”

It’s been 3 years since I became unemployed.
Conversely, it has been three years since I lived as a writer of nonsense (relatives).

And I couldn’t bear to let people know about this.
No, I couldn’t reveal it to anyone, let alone the people around me.

“…Hmm. Okay. Anyway, I’m really going.”

Even if it’s just ‘younger sister’.
Even now, they treat me like I’m not human, but if you get to know the other side of me… Just imagining it was terrifying, and my body was trembling without realizing it.

Tiriri- Cheolkkeong-

And the ‘little sister’ finally left the house.
There is a possibility that I forgot something, so I spend about 30 minutes doing housework like that.

“Whoa…”

Simple cleaning and dishwashing done.
Then I locked the door to my room and went to the desk and sat down.

“Haa… When will I fill in the remaining thousand characters….”

Out of habit, I checked my email first.
There were no e-mails of any kind.

And check the comments on the work.
I checked that there are three hours left until the next upload.

“… Let’s start by watching just one drama.”

This is all to get inspiration for the work… I watched a drama that I fell asleep while watching yesterday with a plausible excuse.

There were still three hours left, so I thought it would work somehow.