"I see, I roughly understand."
Kitahara Sousuke, sitting in front of his computer desk, silently exited the website and muttered to himself with his eyes closed.
"Meow?"
Vanilla, who had secretly sneaked into Sousuke's bedroom at some point, let out a lazy yawn.
Its still young body, using some unknown method, easily jumped onto its new owner's bed, its large eyes curiously observing everything around it.
Kitahara Sousuke opened one eye and glanced at it, then slowly closed it again, continuing to ponder.
Utaha-senpai longed for the kind of romance that ordinary girls experienced in an ordinary city.
How should he evaluate that?
Overall, it was not too far from what Sousuke had expected.
A talented person yearning for an ordinary life they had never experienced was not strange at all, especially for a Senpai at that restless age who had never properly fallen in love.
However, hidden beneath that ordinary facade was the real plot starting from the second volume.
Kasumigaoka Utaha did not just avoid, she even craved a fierce love triangle that would cause her pain.
"Her exterior is a sharp-tongued, sadistic Senpai, but inside she actually has a bit of masochistic potential, huh?"
Kitahara Sousuke thought with great amusement.
Putting Senpai's little problem aside for now, Eriri on the other hand had much more serious issues.
Mostly moe-style illustrations, but heavy, humiliating content was by no means rare.
In a certain issue of her doujinshi, a beautiful high school girl with blonde twin tails, for various reasons, had her weaknesses fall into the hands of the school's homeroom teacher, gym teacher, and handyman.
Then, threatened secretly by faceless men with massive builds, she engaged in various bizarre plays in all sorts of stimulating places.
Eventually, she became something that only uncles would appreciate.
Honestly, it was quite useful, purely from an arousing perspective.
The heroine's character design was also extremely exquisite, probably drawn by Eriri herself while looking in the mirror.
Considering the high degree of overlap between the heroine's attributes and Eriri's own, it made Sousuke, who was appreciating her masterpiece, feel somewhat unable to look straight at it.
"R18 heavy humiliation... this hobby seems a bit terrible..."
"Can I really just learn the routines from the doujinshi, use secrets to coerce Eriri, and make her mine?"
Kitahara Sousuke rubbed the temples on both sides of his head, thinking with considerable difficulty.
Not to mention how to execute it, this was already definitely in the realm of crime.
Sousuke was not the lolicon by the garbage dump downstairs. He was still just an ordinary person and had to abide by the laws of the human world.
If he did not go down the villainous route but took the normal route instead...
For his "wife" Eriri, the improvement of her own drawing skills surpassed her obsession with her childhood friend.
One very important characteristic of the heroines in Saekano was that they were more inclined towards Sousuke's real three-dimensional world.
The behavior of resolutely abandoning even the male protagonist for the sake of one's career or rather, dream, was not completely unseen in other anime, but it was indeed a relatively rare type.
If Kitahara Sousuke could help Eriri on her artistic path, there was a high possibility of temporarily snatching her away from Tomoya Aki.
However, for Sousuke, who only doodled in textbooks, personally guiding her in drawing was an impossible task.
Starting to learn now would also be absolutely too late.
It was not just a matter of time, but also of talent. Kitahara Sousuke was not sure if he had any talent for drawing at all.
If he could not directly impress her with his drawing skills and make Eriri feel extremely unwilling, even if he brought out a great idea like Akane Kosaka from his previous life's memories,
the appeal would probably be much weaker.
After all, he did not have the reputation or status of an industry giant like her.
He pondered for a while longer but still could not come up with a perfect answer.
Kitahara Sousuke finally stood up and sat on the bed, deciding not to think about it anymore.
"Forget it. Anyway, not inheriting my mother-in-law's love for BL is already lucky enough."
Sousuke held the small Vanilla in his lap, teasing its chin.
"Meow~"
Vanilla looked very comfortable, actively rubbing its head against his large hand.
He did not know what breed of cat it was, only about two or three months old, with fur as long as a ragdoll's and a very good feel.
Kitahara Sousuke smiled knowingly.
He had to say, the cute appearance of cats could indeed relieve stress to a considerable extent.
Speaking of which, it seemed to have been having a lot of fun with that unfamiliar girl he had met not long ago.
This little guy was too friendly and not at all like the aloof image most cats had.
Kitahara Sousuke gently tapped its little forehead, feigning anger.
Vanilla seemed very upset, trying to grab Sousuke's finger with its two front paws, the pink paw pads soft and squishy.
Ding dong
At that moment, the doorbell rang from outside.
Sousuke put Vanilla aside, got up, and went out.
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