Chapter 461 – So let’s try the commission. I don’t know if it’s possible though.
Kyoukyou was so excited that even I could tell from behind.
Seeing her like that made me feel good too, but.
At the same time, a slight worry crept in.
Would it take too long?
Since it’s a festival, enjoying it seems natural, but.
It’s not like I joined the other heroines.
Honestly, at this point, I felt concerned about them.
[Are you worried about what kind of trouble they’ll cause?]
‘Yes…’
In another sense.
Fortunately, Kyoukyou’s lively footsteps showed no signs of stopping.
She didn’t check the illustrations for display or ask the artists at each booth.
She probably had a specific artist in mind.
Just as we briefly followed Kyoukyou, suddenly her steps came to a halt.
We arrived at a booth located somewhat off the beaten path.
“Is this it, Kyoukyou?”
“We’ve arrived www.”
And as soon as we got here, I understood in my heart that Kyoukyou’s choice was excellent.
Only small-bodied women were on display for illustration.
The art style itself was also splendid enough not to be outdone elsewhere.
In my personal opinion, it was much better than the booths we had seen outside.
“If this artist draws well, she’ll definitely do a great job with Hyeji-chan www.”
“These damn bastards have bigger breasts than me.”
“……Don’t get mad at the illustrations, Hyeji.”
It was almost strange that such a place had been set up here.
[It’s your first festival, so it’s not surprising you’d get all the good spots taken.]
‘Or maybe it’s just an obscure hako, so that could be why.’
At that moment, I noticed a woman at the booth, looking grumpy while on her mobile phone.
She seemed to be the artist who created the paintings displayed here.
As soon as she saw us approach, her expression brightened and she spoke to us.
“Welcome! Are you here to apply for a commission?”
“That’s right www, I’m going to apply www.”
Kyoukyou stepped forward and immediately got to the point.
“What will you be applying for?”
“There’s a Hyeji-chan in South Korea, do you know her? I can give you a photo if you need!”
“Oh, the Demon King? A photo is fine. I’ll take it.”
Then Kyoukyou communicated a few requirements.
Some detailed aspects like pose and clothing.
“Can you draw it?”
“Of course. Please wait a moment.”
No sooner had Kyoukyou finished speaking than the woman immediately began to draw.
With minimal rough sketches and smooth hand movements.
She was really a talented artist beyond my expectations.
However, her face didn’t look particularly pleased.
‘Is she perhaps not a fan of Hallyu?’
[This one’s a right-winger on the net.]
‘No, why the hell don’t you have a brake?’
Honestly, it was a puzzling situation.
Kyoukyou came here knowing about this artist.
So, at least, there shouldn’t be the feelings of infatuation to request her.
But what could possibly be bothering her?
While I was caught up in my thoughts, Hyeji’s illustration was nearing completion.
However, strangely enough, only the chest area was left unillustrated and blank.
At that moment, she flashed a slight smirk and spoke to Kyoukyou.
“It’s getting hard to draw any further, so can I just give you this? I won’t take any money.”
“Huh? Why is that? Do you dislike Hyeji-chan?”
As Kyoukyou frowned slightly, the woman suddenly waved her hands in haste to deny it.
“No, no! I truly respect the Demon King, but I specialize in large breasts, so it’s just a bit hard for me.”
“……Ah…?”
Only then did I finally understand why the woman was making a displeased expression.
“But don’t you usually draw loli art well?”
“That sells better…”
“Ah, yaabe.”
Even if it’s a job, it’s not what she wants to do.
Especially in order to make a living, compromises have to be made.
In a way, such capitalist corruption could be understood.
Some mobile games even feature large-breasted characters.
And in Hyeji’s case, she could be considered one of the most unique cases among them.
With a distinctive illustration not found anywhere in Nobelpia.
[To make myself… a breast.]
‘That’s Muketsu (無月), you crazy girl…’
Beyond flatness to the realm of no breasts (無乳).
[Didn’t you lose all your breasts during the illustration process?]
‘Ah, shit. That’s not an incorrect statement…’
So, it was completely understandable why a large-breasted artist would suffer.
“If you add breasts, I think I can finish it.”
“R-really…?”
Meanwhile, Kyoukyou had a rather troubled expression.
She seemed to want to say it was fine, but.
At the same time, she kept glancing at Hyeji, trying to read her mood.
At that moment, without a translator to catch on, Hyeji looked worriedly at Kyoukyou.
“Kyoukyou, are you okay?”
“Uh… uh, that’s Hyeji-chan…”
“If you’re hurt, let’s hurry and get you treated.”
Hearing that, it seemed like Kyoukyou’s conscience was deeply pricked.
Her expression was now one that looked like she could burst into tears at any moment.
Then, Kyoukyou cautiously opened her mouth to Hyeji.
“Please don’t get mad when you hear this…”
“What is it?”
With a painful expression, she began to spill the truth rapidly.
Actually, it turned out this artist was a specialist in large breasts.
So problems arose during the commission for Hyeji.
She wanted to finish the illustration, but asked if she couldn’t add breasts.
And just as she finished speaking, Kyoukyou lowered her head, anticipating Hyeji’s scolding.
“I-I’m sorry! I’ll commit seppuku, so please endure this!”
“Add them.”
Rather, Hyeji grabbed Kyoukyou with a serious expression and shouted urgently.
“Huh…? Really…?”
“Please! Please add them!”
And now, it had come to Hyeji being the one to plead.
“How much…?”
“As much as you can! Please! I’m begging you!”
“M-Make it happen! Just don’t cry!”
Hyeji probably intended to derive satisfaction from that.
[How reckless. They say excess is as bad as deficiency…]
‘Like the saying goes, if you have breasts, you have no worries.’
[Aha.]
Anyway, since they got Hyeji’s permission, Kyoukyou immediately spoke to the female artist.
“It’s fine! Please add as much as you can!”
“Leave it to me!”
As soon as the agreement was made, she quickly began to move her hands.
So, the chest area that had remained void suddenly gained an inappropriate mass.
In line with that, a complex mixture of regret and happiness appeared on Hyeji’s face.
Seeing Hyeji like that, Kyoukyou hugged her tightly.
“There… it’s all done…”
“Hyeji-chan…”
And just at the moment the artist finished drawing the breasts.
“Eh? What! What’s happening!”
“What, what is this?”
Suddenly, the illustration started to collapse.
I couldn’t understand why this phenomenon was happening, but.
It felt like the will of this world was sending us a message.
Hyeji with breasts was something they absolutely wouldn’t allow.
Seeing this, Hyeji screamed as she tried to hold the collapsing illustration.
“No, no!!!!!!!”
‘Hyeji’s breasts… have disappeared…?’
[Is this what they call causality?]
In the end, the illustration that was so close to completion vanished without a trace.
Then, the artist began to draw Hyeji’s picture again.
With a momentum that was incomparable to a moment ago.
As a creator, she probably couldn’t accept her work disappearing.
But the moment she tried to draw Hyeji’s breasts.
This time, the outcome was not any different.
“No, why!!!”
“It’s strange!”
Now fueled by stubbornness, she continued trying.
“Just draw it one more time!”
“Of course! I will definitely finish it!”
The moment she tried to draw even a little bit of breasts, all those attempts went to waste.
In the end, the commission for Hyeji’s illustration literally ended in an empty chest.
In a way, it was like she had given up halfway through drawing.
“……I’m sorry. I really can’t draw it. I won’t take any money.”
“Still, you worked hard, so please take it…”
“Thank you… so much…”
In another sense, it could be said that it was ‘completed.’
Meanwhile, Hyeji was gritting her teeth and shaking her fist in rage over this phenomenon.
Fuming at the cruel world that didn’t even permit vicarious satisfaction.
I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her and said.
“Hyeji, I like you just the way you are now.”
“……Are you really okay with me not having breasts?”
“Of course.”
I began to offer words of comfort to Hyeji.
However, perhaps because my eagerness to comfort was too forward.
My mouth blurted out things I shouldn’t say before I even realized.
“Hyeji, the idea of you having breasts… I can’t even imagine.”
No sooner had I finished speaking than Hyeji delivered a deep body blow to me.
Thanks to that, I doubled over, clutching my abdomen.
“You bastard.”
“Hyeji, I… it hurts… really…”
“Reflect here until I contact you, dammit.”
[Now your spiritual pressure will fade away.]
‘Shut up. It’s really hard to breathe.’
And they began to leave me behind, departing from the place with Kyoukyou.
“Let’s go, Kyoukyou.”
“Shinwoo-chan is such an idiot…”
“I shouldn’t have come… dammit…”
[It’s all your fault, isn’t it.]
‘Shut it.’
It took me a little more time before I could stand up again.
