Chapter 67 – Invisible Bunny Girl? Then I'll Do Whatever I Want! (Patreon)

"Whoa, Kashiwagi Eri-sensei put out a new work!"

In a modestly sized rental apartment, a girl dressed in light, airy clothing with long silver-white hair was hugging her phone. She'd suddenly seen a notification that a creator she followed had published a new work and cried out in excitement.

Soon, a beautiful, mature woman—similarly lightly dressed but noticeably more developed in both figure and bearing—came walking in at the sound.

"Let me see how much this rising star of the industry has improved lately."

The beautiful matron turned on her computer and logged into the doujinshi website. In the top-right corner, her own creator name was clearly displayed: Eromanga-sensei!

"I wanna see too!" The silver-haired girl's aqua-blue eyes lit up with excitement. It was obvious—she was a die-hard Kashiwagi Eri fan.

Sagiri Izumi, severe shut-in, currently her mother's assistant.

Mrs. Izumi, a doujinshi illustrator whose pen name was Eromanga-sensei. She'd recently changed her surname to Izumi, but her new husband had passed away in a monster attack. She was still raising her daughter alone.

As an enthusiastic lover of risqué illustrations and doujinshi himself, Mrs. Izumi was always searching online for spiritual nourishment. Her daughter Sagiri, influenced by her, had gone down the same path. Recently, both mother and daughter's favorite artist was Kashiwagi Eri.

They eagerly clicked on Kashiwagi Eri's avatar.

"Huh? There are only a few images?"

Mrs. Izumi was somewhat dissatisfied. Creators in this industry were getting lazier and lazier! Updating only once every few days was one thing—but each update was so short! How on earth were readers supposed to be satisfied with this? Grumbling, Mrs. Izumi opened the full-size images—and her beautiful eyes instantly flew wide.

"Tsk!"

The composition was incredibly striking!

A girl's slender, elongated feet—delicate yet carrying just a trace of plush softness, wrapped in thigh-high black stockings—were the absolute height of temptation!

The perfectly measured blush on her face, paired with stubborn, tsundere-tinged dialogue! Though the composition flawlessly highlighted the larger, dominant figure, every detail of the artwork revealed that the smaller figure was the one truly in control.

Across just a handful of images, it fully depicted the girl's feet transitioning from clumsy to skillful. And the final stark contrast of black against white was saturated with the beauty of defilement.

After looking through those few images, even Mrs. Izumi—who had seen countless doujins—felt her face warming and flushing.

Sagiri, with her far shallower experience, was even more affected; her pale, young face was practically blood-red. The content wasn't even all that explicit, yet it left her mouth dry and throat parched.

"Has Kashiwagi Eri-sensei shifted genres lately? She's started drawing sho[ta]-type works..."

"But her improvement really is terrifying!"

Mrs. Izumi marveled. In the past, Kashiwagi Eri's doujins were already famous for their delicate art style and meticulously rendered characters. But compared to this post-shift direction, the old work wasn't even in the same league.

"She was already a genius—I didn't think she could still level up this hard!"

Mrs. Izumi was almost tempted to ask her how she'd managed such rapid progress in such a short time. If her own daughter could learn a thing or two from her, that would be even better.

She glanced at Sagiri, who was staring at the screen with a gaze full of admiration and a faint, dreamy haze, and thought to herself: I'll ask the site editor in a couple of days, see if I can get in touch with Kashiwagi Eri...

Kouma hadn't expected Eriri's feet to be so clumsy. It kept him stuck at the Art Club for a long time—he didn't get out until right before afternoon classes started. Her fingers were clearly so dexterous.

"Looks like she'll need more practice in the future."

After all, practice makes perfect.

What did surprise Kouma, though, was that Eriri's creative juices really did start flowing afterward. Everything she casually sketched was brimming with aesthetic beauty.

He'd initially thought her claim about finding inspiration through him was just an excuse. Turned out it actually worked.

"Hmph, impressive, right?" Eriri planted her hands on her hips, proud as could be.

"So from now on, you have to cooperate with me—otherwise my inspiration's going to dry up fast!" Her face was tinged pink, her voice drifting, though its volume remained high.

After speaking, her gaze inadvertently fell on Kouma's lips again. A little pink tongue secretly peeked out as she moistened her own cherry lips. Eriri pulled Kouma close in front of her.

"Did Eriri-nee already run out of inspiration again?" Kouma tilted his head up to look at the girl's blushing face.

Eriri didn't dare meet his eyes. "Hmph, it's all because I was demonstrating for you earlier—my inspiration got used up in no time..."

"I need to restock properly before class starts!" she declared, as if to herself, closing her hazy eyes and tilting her head down, searching.

Afternoon. The Service Club.

Having gone a full day and night without seeing him, Yukino let out a heavy sigh of relief the moment Kouma reappeared. For the remainder of the time there, she kept him cradled in her arms while she read her book.

Kouma, nestled comfortably in that soft but pillowless embrace, pulled out a piece of manuscript paper and started reading.

He'd found it over at Eriri's place. If he wasn't mistaken, it was something Utaha Kasumigaoka had dropped at noon.

Eriri had accidentally picked it up along with those fallen manuscripts and brought it back to the Art Club.

Looking at it now, it seemed to be a draft for "Love Metronome." It looked like an early draft—many parts were still quite rough. He just couldn't tell which volume's draft it was...

As the little boy read the draft novel in his hands, he failed to notice that Yukino, holding him in her arms, was also secretly peeking.

At first, she'd just wanted to see what he was reading. But when she saw it, it nearly made her jump.

"This looks like... a romance novel! Has Kouma's awareness of romance already awakened...?"

Yukino's heart quivered. She wasn't sure what she was thinking, but her emotions inexplicably began to stir.

Come to think of it, she'd occasionally overheard her classmates saying that kids these days were maturing earlier and earlier. Some were still in elementary school but were already veterans of several relationships.

"Kouma is also far more mature than his peers..."

Yukino thought to herself. But soon, she noticed something else.

"Kouma's only holding a single sheet of paper. The content looks like a romance novel, but it's handwritten..."

"Could it be... a love letter?!"

Yukino's gaze instantly sharpened. The handwriting was elegant and refined—clearly written by a female. At the very least, no elementary school girl could possibly have that kind of penmanship.

"Has Kouma... been targeted by some young girl? No—maybe even an adult woman?"

The thought made Yukino's expression instantly tense. After all, Kouma's charm had been on full display at yesterday's school festival. Young women and matrons alike had come in a steady stream.

"Looks like I'll need to pay close attention to any strange women showing up around Kouma from now on."

Yukino's beautiful eyes glinted with a sharp light as she resolved in secret.

Kouma finished reading the single sheet of manuscript quickly. This was, after all, his first time reading this "Love Metronome" that had been so famous in his previous life. The writing really was... you could tell at a glance that the author had never been in love.

"Yukino-nee, there's a book I want to read. Let's go to the library," Kouma suggested, turning his head to look at Yukino behind him.

"Sure!"

Yukino first took Kouma to the Shuchi'in library. Unfortunately, it seemed "Love Metronome" hadn't yet shown any signs of taking off—they couldn't find a copy there.

Then they went to the city library not far from Shuchi'in, where Kouma finally located "Love Metronome" tucked away in a corner of the light novel shelves.

"So only the first volume's been published so far."

Kouma found a random spot, sat down, and opened the book he'd been curious about even in his past life. Yukino also picked out a book of her own and sat beside him, though her gaze kept drifting to the book in Kouma's hands.

"Love Metronome... why is Kouma interested in a book like this? Could it be..."

A bad feeling stirred in Yukino's heart.

Kouma read quickly. Mainly because the first volume of "Love Metronome" really was just average. The prose was elegant enough, but it failed to capture the awkwardness, the ambiguity, the excitement of being in love.

As he read, Kouma suddenly realized the light around him had dimmed. Something seemed to be blocking it. Focused on the book, Kouma instinctively reached out and pushed at the large object obstructing his view. His hand met the sleek, silky softness of fabric.

"Nngh..."

An involuntary, barely restrained moan suddenly sounded. Kouma froze. He slowly raised his head—and only then saw that a girl dressed in a high-slit bunny girl outfit had unceremoniously seated herself on his table.

Those impossibly long legs, wrapped in smooth, glossy black stockings, had been playfully swinging, but now they were pressed tightly together. What he'd touched just now was her rear.

Kouma was stunned.

Did this girl have no sense of personal boundaries at all? Pranking around right in front of him in such a sexy outfit! He was shaking with indignation—did little boys not count as men?!

Gazing at this bunny girl who'd appeared in the library, Kouma had an inkling of who she was. "Mai Sakurajima, huh..."

The spot his mischievous hand had touched—its power was not to be underestimated. A full minute passed before Mai managed to get her faintly trembling body under control. A hot breath slowly escaped her red lips.

She turned around, embarrassed and surprised—and met a pair of innocent eyes. Seeing that breathtakingly beautiful little face, the bunny-suited girl's body quivered again. The pleasure that had just coursed through her refused to fade from her mind.

She jumped off the table, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes hazy as she looked at the little boy. Her cherry lips parted.

"Y-you... you can see me?"

The little boy just blinked at her and said softly, "Miss, dressed as... captivatingly as you are, how could anyone not see you?"

After speaking, his eyes drifted to the table right in front of him, where a faint damp mark remained. He murmured, "Though the outfit is bold, you're unexpectedly... fragile."

Mai paused briefly, then followed his gaze to the table. Instantly, she was overwhelmed with mortification.

"So young, and already so cocky!"

She was clearly a senior in high school, a big sister—and yet, a little boy had... and worst of all, he'd even laughed at her! After the overwhelming embarrassment came sheer indignation.

Just then, Yukino, sitting nearby, looked at Kouma, puzzled. "Kouma, who are you talking to?"

Mai was curious to see how he'd answer—only to hear him pause, then say directly, "No one. Yukino-nee, you must've misheard."

Mai froze. Then a look of mortified irritation crossed her face. Compared to being unseen, this—seeing her clearly yet treating her as if she didn't exist—was way, way worse. She looked at the little boy, that strange, irresistible feeling still lingering in her heart, impossible to shake, giving her an almost compulsive urge to pull him into her arms and thoroughly dote on him.

"You're pretending you can't see me, huh..."

Mai gave a soft huff and crouched down in front of the little boy. She stretched out her flawless, delicate hands and started tickling his sensitive spots.

Kouma flinched slightly in surprise, looking at Mai, who suddenly seemed possessed by pure mischievous energy. At first, he tried to ignore her. But Mai only grew bolder and bolder, determined to force a reaction out of him.

The longer she stayed in contact with Kouma, the more dazed and hazy her beautiful eyes became. A bunny girl no one could see grew wilder and wilder.

Slowly, Kouma drew in a deep breath.

Fine then. So that's how you want to play it.

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