Chapter 25 – I Want to Go to a Motel!!

I deleted all of the 5 episodes that I had been working on previously, so I just had to upload them.

I even casually told my ‘younger sister’ that the development had been modified.
Because the series of things that happened to us over the course of a few days convinced me of something different.

“…I heard it shouldn’t be too different.”
“No, well… It’s an abduction.
“Go, rape pure love… It’s better to be ruined than to write something like that.”

It seems he didn’t like it at all.
The lips of his were still sticking out.

“Anyway, upload it now.”
“…Uh.”

The first completed volume is about 3 episodes.
Originally, the main character would have raped ‘Park Eun-young’ from the beginning of the story, but the revised content was probably too ordinary.

It’s common, and it’s obvious.
And it was full of things that anyone could call pure love.

A slightly different difference is that it started with us.
In the 3-episode novel, our story was written in an unreasonable way.

“… But, then, did Park Eun-young like her brother from the beginning….”
“What?”
“No… They said it was obvious. If there were 100 people, 99 people would say that character.”
“Even though it’s obvious, it’s cliché. It’s also classic.”
“… It’s different from the first time. I heard it became common then.”
“It’s true that it’s commonplace. But, it’s up to you to use it.”
“Ha! So she’s a bit confident?”
“…”

Well, she wondered if she had anything to say.
The focus I’m trying to focus on is my own experience more than ever.

“Whoa…”
“Why are you suddenly sighing?”

What I felt and experienced.
And I plan to melt the memory of that time when my heart is about to burst into writing.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ll upload it first.”

It was a bit scary in many ways.
The fear of the evaluation that will follow and the fear of being ruined.

Because this wasn’t a hobby.
It’s all because I want to eat and live.

It happened.
I was full of thoughts that I had to do well unconditionally.

“Hey, comment quickly. Look at the comments first.”

The little sister, who seems a little excited, starts running around beside her.
Then he patted me on the shoulder and urged me on.

“… In a little while.”
“Ah, what are you doing? Do you want to see it quickly? Aren’t you hesitant?”
“I’m curious, but hey…”

Still, I think it’s worn out over the past three years.
Still, the comments are seldom adapted.

When the number of comments decreased compared to the first part, the dominant thought was that I had lost my brain.
Because out of 100 comments, only one malicious comment filled my head.

“Oh, I don’t know. I want to see the comments.”

Finally, the ‘younger sister’ snatched the mouse from my hand.
And I hit refresh and started looking at the mood of the comments.
I examine it with a sidelong glance, and finally avert my eyes to the side.

“Ah… So many comments…”
“… You posted up to 3 episodes.
“You idiot? You just uploaded it. Did you just say that it runs a lot in the first episode?”

I am curious about the ‘little sister”s interesting voice of her.
I suppressed that curiosity.
In the end, I ended up opening Pandora’s box with my own hands.

“… What, what do you say?”
“…”

I asked, but there was no answer.
That’s why I look out of the corner of my eye at my ‘younger sister’.

“… Hey, why?”

His complexion His darkened with a pale complexion.
And her cherry lips and eyes were quivering.

“Hey, have you seen any bad comments? Ai-san… I mean, it’s not like you just read the comments…”

I snatched the mouse from my little sister’s hand again.
I’m trying to turn off the internet like that, but comments that I didn’t pay attention to come into my field of vision.

[It’s not an essay, oops, I’m really writing an essayhaha]

[So it’s not an essay, but it’s a true story?]

[Is this the autobiography?]

[Not an essay) It’s an essay, it’s fiction, it’s based on a true story]

[The writer’s younger sister’s name is Park Eun-young. Is the author saying that you are related to her younger sister her?]

All of the full comments are mainly about whether or not it is an essay.
And the snowballing comments with each refresh were full of speculation.

“Ah oh…”

It was clear that this was one of the common comment patterns that I encountered while publishing related articles.
However, there are more than ever before… Even reading the comments makes me go crazy.

“My, my, I… I told you not to write essays or anything like that…”
“T-You said that readers were just kidding me about this… I also said don’t mind it because you’re joking…”
“Ah, no! That’s how the then and now are the same!!”

What else could be different, it seemed that the problem was the story that was completely revised.

“No no, don’t worry too much. It’s a cow, it’s a novel anyway.”
“Ha ha, heh… Whoa…”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Before she knew it, her face she became a well-ripe persimmon.

“Yeah, but the response is good, right? Half of the settlement is yours… So what’s good is good…”

This response was within the expected range.
However, it was a bit of a problem to have a ‘younger sister’ next to me.

“Oh… I’m starting to comment a lot on the other side too?”

The number of comments from readers who are starting their journey is also increasing one by one.

[Is this an essay?]

Hahasuction power This is my essay]

[Watch how his writing skills explode because he writes essayshaha]

“Ah, well… They say it’s fun….”

I urgently turn off the internet.
And I try to ignore the bitter eyes of the ‘younger sister’ who is shaking her shoulders.

*

“Hey! I told you not to keep saying weird things in the comments!?”
“Why?”
“No, because you keep strongly denying that it’s not a real essay… The readers are also excited and the comments suck.”
“…Why?”
“No, shit… You keep spilling rice cakes first. Readers won’t bite if they see this? Huh?”
“Then what should I do? They keep saying it’s an essay, so I’m saying no…”
“Just stay still? Don’t say anything unnecessary. Don’t you understand?”
“Oh, no. I did. I’ll stay still.”

The serialization could be said to be smooth.
The reaction wasn’t bad either.
No, it wasn’t bad, it was even better.

And the ‘younger sister’, who has been rampaging for a while, tries to leave the room as it is.
I hurriedly followed her and grabbed her wrist her.

“…Why.”

‘Little sister’ shakes her hand small and tries to shake it off.
I hold on to the ‘little sister”s wrist her even tighter.

“… Park Eun-young.”
“Oh, why!”
“Hey, have you tried that… ?”
“… What, what. Do something.”

The pupils were shaking as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Well, why are you dating a man and a woman… “
“Haa… What kind of nonsense are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Somewhere, he sighs like a sigh of relief.

“No, you know… The content of the side story has changed a bit.”
“Oh, what, what?”

Since that day, I have been pretending not to know.
It’s not that it has a different meaning, it’s because we were both embarrassed….

No matter how much I wore the top, and it was an experience, so I brought an excuse and put it on.
Even so, the leather on our faces wasn’t too thick for us to face each other with casual faces.

“But, when it comes to sweeping… There are some limitations.”
“… Then, since you’ve tried rape, did you just rape and then train?”
“No… It’s a bit different. That’s a completely different realm from this. It’s because I can’t be so foolish about writing a side story.”
“… A date is kind of goofy. Or, well, you want to go on a date with me?

I shuddered as if I was truly horrified.

“Hey, what’s giving you goosebumps again. Still, we haven’t done our part—”
“Shut up.”
“…”
“Leave this.”

I quickly shut my mouth at the eerie voice that made the nape of my neck tingle.
I let go of the wrist I was holding.

And the ‘younger sister’ hurriedly took her hand her to her neck her.

Trying to cover something
However, the traces of me that were not completely covered by the little ‘younger sister’.
It was still a reddish stain on his neck of her.

“……When.”
“Anywhere you like. Weekdays are better than weekends, though.”

I quickly add words to the reaction of the ‘younger sister’ who has changed positively.

“……Where.”
“Isn’t there something you want to go to?”
“…I didn’t decide on that, but did you ask me to go on a date…?”
“Because you might say no.”
“… You speak well.”
“If you were ‘Park Eun-young’, where do you think you would have gone?”
“…”

The ‘younger sister’ seemed to be worried as she changed her expression to a serious expression.
And I stood quietly and waited for such a ‘little sister’.

“……Tell.”
“What?”

His lips parted a few times, and he muttered something softly.
I bring my ear close to my ‘little sister’.

“…… I want to go to Tel.”
“What?”
Haha…”

Brought it a little closer
It was a very close distance where you could feel the ‘younger sister’ breathing.

“I can’t hear you. Again.”
“Mo, the motel… I want to go to a motel!!”
“Ah!”

Ear, no… I took a step backwards at the sound of my little sister’s voice reverberating through the room.

“Mo, a motel?”
“…Uh.”
“…… Park Eun-young. Are you more sloppy than I thought?”
“Ah, no! It’s not me! If it was ‘Park Eun-young’ over there, I think I would have tried to go!!”

Maybe because of embarrassment, I scream loudly.
And it is said that it is a data research level, and draws a line first.

“Cha, don’t be mistaken! You asked first, so I squeezed and squeezed the answer?!”
“Ah, well… I’m not mistaken.”

I don’t know what’s different between living here and a motel, because the reason why men and women go to motels is obvious… So, I couldn’t avoid the strange thoughts that came to my mind.

“… Do you have sex if you go?”
“Yaaa—!!”

Soon, small fists flying at me.

“Ah, ah, hey, it really hurts.”
“It hurts! I’m going to hit you!!”

Puck-puck- and a fairly loud sound resounds.
But, rather than just hurting… For some reason, I felt tickled and strange again.