manga artist Kirito

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Kiritani-kun was slightly taken aback. "Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to the class monitor?"

She paused for a moment, then clenched her fists, grinding her teeth in annoyance, and veins popped on her forehead. "Don't think of me as the class monitor who would hold up more than ten homework notebooks and, under the teacher's questioning gaze, announce to the whole class of more than thirty students that all the homework has been collected!—Come with me obediently, and you can do whatever you want with me later."

Ee-ee-ee!

You can do whatever you want?

In that instant, Kiritani's expression changed, and he stepped back in horror, "I-I didn't expect you...you're this kind of class president!"

"what?"

She blinked, confused, but quickly realized what she meant. Her face flushed red as she clenched her fist and yelled, "Shut up! It's not what you think! I meant after we line up, you can do whatever you want... no, it should be that you can go wherever you want... still no... anyway, you just need to line up!"

Actually, class monitor, you understand this very well.

Kirito dodged the class president's furious punch, maintained a subtle smile, and quickly ran towards the line. Following behind was the class president, who was full of embarrassment and anger. But to be honest, the class president was actually quite interesting and had a good personality. Compared to Eriri, who was a textbook tsundere, or Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was a sarcastic, leg-shaking weirdo, she was much better.

Just, just...

Kiritani-kun joined the queue, his expression gradually stiffening.

He was thinking about something important.

...What was the class monitor's name again?

Yes, yes, Kiritani-kun can't remember the class president's name.

Looking back, we had actually had quite a few interactions before, but I think I was always addressed as class monitor, and my name... well... I don't remember at all.

Do you still remember Kyon's real name?

Oh well, a class monitor is a class monitor. Maybe that's what they're called all along.

With malicious intent, the physical education class began. First, we lined up, then the PE teacher talked about some random things, and then it was time for a sprint... Then, halfway through the race, Kiritani disappeared into the running group.

With a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, Kiritani-kun stood in front of the vending machine, one hand on his forehead, looking at the new email from Ichigo with a slightly strange expression. "What's going on? Sending me an email at a time like this?"

You know, students are prohibited from bringing cell phones to school. Although many people bring cell phones, and as the saying goes, if you don't get caught, there's no problem, but... the phone just rang!

Kiritani could even sense the PE teacher's squinting gaze directed at him; he was probably doomed!

Moreover, the content of this email is really unimportant. Not only is it not about anything, but it also only contains a picture—a picture of Akane Kosaka with a very bright smile, as if she has encountered something wonderful.

"So, what exactly happened to one or two of them?"

Kiritani-kun took a coffee from under the vending machine with a strange expression. He raised an eyebrow. "...Could it be that you cooked a meal for Watermelon and then she ended up like this?"

Hey! You're way too easily satisfied!

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Kiritani leaned against the vending machine, his pale fingers pulling open the tab. He shook his head slightly. "Making her this happy with just a meal, if I made her a couple more meals, she'd probably offer herself to me... uh, maybe she's already had that thought of offering herself to me, perhaps?"

Hesitating about whether to call Sushi more often or visit her, Kiritani quickly thought of Haruno. He guessed that Haruno also knew about the manga club's trip and probably wouldn't be showing up anytime soon... well, maybe she'd be at the tourist destination?

It's really hard to say, but if it's Yang Nai, that possibility is very high.

"Hey! Move aside, I need to buy a sports drink."

Eriri, covered in sweat, ran over from the playground, panting heavily, clearly exhausted. She even deliberately feigned a fierce expression as she spoke, "So, what are you doing here? The PE teacher was looking for you."

I disappeared halfway there, it would be strange if he didn't look for me.

After shifting his position slightly, Kiritani continued to think about the hot spring trip. The manga club had quite a few members, and although the prize money from "Dark Souls" was enough for seven people to travel without spending it all, even with Shizuka, the club advisor, there wouldn't be any problem.

But wouldn't seven people be a bit of a problem?

Suddenly, Kiritani raised an eyebrow and a natural smile appeared on his lips. He saw Eriri standing in front of the vending machine. After inserting the coin, she stood on tiptoe and tried to reach for the button on the top ugly drink. However, because of her height, even though she tried her best to stand on tiptoe and jump, she was still just a little short of the right distance.

She couldn't help but bite her lip, looking quite distressed.

Idiot?

Why didn't you ask for help?

Kiritani-kun tiptoed away and took out his phone to turn on the camera. Looking at the tsundere loli with short legs who couldn't reach the top and who was just a little short when she jumped, Kiritani-kun was really curious whether she would give up or keep jumping.

"Waaaaah~~!"

She let out a pitiful whimper like a small animal, her distressed expression gradually turning into exasperation. She clenched her fist, seemingly wanting to punch the annoying vending machine, but dared not strike it, her mood worsening.

Meanwhile, Kirito, who was standing behind her recording with his phone, was barely suppressing his laughter, his face almost contorted with embarrassment. This was already a dark chapter in Eriri's life, wasn't it?

Just as Eriri was about to change her target, Kiritani walked over and pressed the button for the drink Eriri wanted.

Eriri quickly resumed her professional smile and thanked her gently, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? I never said I was going to give it to you."

"Eh eh eh?"

Eriri looked up, and what came into view was Kirigaya-kun's face with that smug grin. She froze for a moment, her face turning bright red. She finally remembered—Kirigaya had been standing right next to her while she was jumping around here, which meant he had seen everything…

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

With a thud, steam rose from Eriri's head.

P.S.: The legendary steam engine is now online...

End of third update (Some people said it was impossible to have three updates today, but I've changed my mind, so it's impossible to have three updates tomorrow).

451

【NO.446 Walking Doll】

Perhaps, this is the legendary Steam Princess.

Seeing Eriri's head steaming and clearly bursting with embarrassment, Kiritani silently handed her a drink. If Eriri continued with her high-pitched screams, not only would the students in PE class be drawn to her attention, but the teacher might also be attracted. Moreover, this kind of embarrassing scream sounded like Eriri had encountered some kind of hentai anime scene.

"Hey! Stop yelling. Shouting like that in public is dangerous. If a teacher or classmate sees you, they might think you're up to something, or they might think I'm planning some kind of hentai anime scene. To be honest, I'm really afraid of trouble right now..."

Kiritani glanced at his left hand, which was still wrapped in bandages. Asuna's karate was a given, and now with Alice added to the mix, if people found out, his right hand would probably have to be bandaged up too.

"Huh? What?! You bastard, just die!"

Upon hearing this, Eriri's forehead veins bulged, and she instinctively shook her head, unleashing her long-unseen ultimate technique, Takao... I mean, the horse tail slash. But as before, Kirito simply stepped back slightly and completely avoided Eriri's attack.

"That's enough, Golden Retriever Number One!"

"Say your name properly, you bastard!"

Grinding her teeth in annoyance, revealing her sharp canine teeth, Eriri stopped her pointless actions. Her lowered eyelids drifted over the ground, as if she wanted to find something handy to give Kirigaya-kun a good time. But unfortunately, the place was very clean, and apart from the scattered leaves, there wasn't even any trash in sight.

With an angry expression, Eriri strode forward and grabbed Kiritani by the collar, glaring at him with eyes that seemed to spit fire. "What exactly do you want? And! Forget everything you just saw, even if you didn't see anything at all!"

"Even garbage takes time to dispose of. If you forget about it so quickly, wouldn't you be no different from a heartless guy who pulls a [beep]?"

Kiritani shook his head seriously, "Excuse me for being blunt, but I'm not that kind of person!"

"Huh? -- Eeya!!!"

Her pretty face turned bright red in an instant, steam billowed from her head, and Eriri let out a piercing scream, pulling Kirigaya closer to her... or rather, Eriri practically nestled in Kirigaya's arms. She suddenly looked up and bumped directly into Kirigaya's chin. The pain that followed immediately brought tears to Eriri's eyes, and her scream stopped.

“Ugh!!”

Dropping what he was holding, Kiritani squatted down and turned around, one hand covering his chin and the other supporting his forehead. The initial feeling of meeting him for the first time in the manga club was now completely replaced by pain. Damn it, that hurts!

"...Hey! Hey? You pervert? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

It had been a long time since I'd heard Kirigaya-kun tell such a well-placed dirty joke, so this sudden outburst caused my embarrassment to skyrocket. Combined with the anger I'd been building up, it all exploded in an instant. After that, Eriri finally came to her senses and saw Kirigaya-kun crouching down, clutching his chin and groaning in pain. Eriri couldn't help but think that he'd gone a bit too far, but then she thought about his awful personality... well, he deserved it!

"Kiritani, say something!"

Eriri kicked Kirigaya's butt, frowning. Her forehead had just bumped into Kirigaya's chin, and now it was not only red but also painful. Kirigaya must have felt twice as much pain, right? After all, it was his chin.

It's said that forcefully attacking the chin can cause dizziness?

"Um, I don't have... your drink."

Without turning his head, he pushed the drink in front of Eriri. He had almost bitten his tongue just now—this must have been the worst time he had ever teased Eriri.

Thankfully, the embarrassing moment was automatically saved, so I'll just post it on Eriri's personal Twitter account!

"I... um, you should go to the infirmary, right? I'll go with you!"

"Need not……"

Can the health clinic also treat tongue bites?

Should I put a bandage or a band-aid on my tongue—not that kind of band-aid!

And why is it that just thinking about the infirmary, tongue, and band-aids... always sparks so many erotic manga ideas?

I've been having trouble thinking lately, and coming up with erotic manga plots is harder than squeezing out cleavage. How come I can come up with so many doujinshi plots just by talking to you, Eriri? —Eri, are you really not a doujinshi heroine?

Oh wait, the heroine of this ecchi work is indeed Eriri... Oh! I see, is it true that you can only get better plot inspiration by interacting with the heroine template?

With a look of sudden realization, Kiritani turned around, his gaze towards Eriri changing as if he were looking at a living, breathing female protagonist from a manga.

"What?! That look of yours is just asking for a beating..."

Under Kiritani's gaze, Eriri couldn't help but take two steps back. Her pretty face, which had just cooled down, became hot again. She turned her head away shyly, "I-I'm not worried about you! It's just... if you're feeling really bad, I'll go to the infirmary with you now, although I don't know if the school nurse will be there."

Key points: feeling unwell, infirmary, one man and one woman.

And so, the plot of this doujinshi is complete! It seems that whenever I run out of inspiration, I just need to talk to Eriri!

Kiritani nodded almost imperceptibly, finally confirming that Eriri was indeed a living creator of doujinshi plots.

It's a pity I didn't bring my notebook, otherwise I could have written down the detailed plot outline.

"—As expected, I still really want to beat you up!"

Her expression gradually turned disgusted, and under Kiritani's gaze, Eriri felt waves of displeasure.

...That's right, Eriri is a disciple of Sichuan, and she changes her expression incredibly quickly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just thought of some useful plot points."

"You can even think about plot points while getting beaten up? Are you a masochist?"

With an incredulous expression, Eriri looked at Kirito with horror in her eyes, as if she felt that Kirito's masochistic tendencies were hidden too well, and she had never noticed them before!

"No, I just used you as the female protagonist of the book, along with the associations of injury and the infirmary."

Kiritani gently rubbed his chin, and after speaking, he turned and left.

Without a doubt, Eriri chased after them in a rage, nearly throwing her drink at them.

P.S.: While writing, my thoughts wandered, and I inexplicably remembered the bento scenes I wrote before, and then I wondered if it would be fun to add bento scenes to the story of Soma Suho...

452

[NO.447 But it's a male]

For shut-ins, exercise is impossible; they'll never exercise in their entire lives. Forcing them to exercise is practically like asking them to die.

Kiritani-kun doesn't like sports, and he doesn't really like playing ball, no matter what kind of ball—but he might consider watching ball games.

So, after taking everything into consideration, Kiritani-kun is currently watching others play.

It was quite a coincidence that Kirigaya's PE class happened to clash with Hachiman's PE class. Normally, Hachiman isn't a very athletic person, but he likes playing ball, or rather, he likes watching the person in front of him, the captain of the tennis club, play.

That was a rather adorable child—but he was a boy!

That was a child who looked like an angel—but he was a boy!

That was a child with a rosy background—but he was a boy!

To be frank, if there are two boys in the first grade who are extremely talented at cross-dressing, then this cute child looks very much like a girl in just a regular school uniform. There is no need for him to cross-dress at all. It is too obvious to draw a girl and insist that he is a boy.

Honestly, Totsuka Saika is really cute!

Through various unfolding events, Kiritani-san discovers that Hachiman seems to be preparing to sacrifice his soul to Lucifer—Lucifer is great, I choose the Space Diva!

"Hey! Shut up right now!"

Hachiman's eyes were lifeless, while Gutt's mother showed a shy expression.

"I didn't say anything!"

Kiritani noticed that when Hachiman made that expression, it was very peculiar, well, particularly ugly.

"You've already said it outright! Don't pretend it's all from the heart!"

"Huh? Is that so? I thought you inherited Yukinoshita's surname and gained the superpower of mind reading?"

"Only then will you inherit the Yukinoshita surname..."

The dead fish eyes were getting more and more rotten. Hikigaya-kun felt that if Yuuki Asuna ever abandoned this guy, then this guy would most likely inherit the Yukino family name in the future—that is, Haruno, that's right, not Yukino!