No more discussion about the rice bowl in the doujinshi.
But as a fellow doujinshi artist, Eriri inevitably wanted to discuss some doujinshi-related matters with Tanaka Masao.
"Speaking of which, how do you consider the color and luster of your art? It looks very alluring."
Tanaka Masao was stunned when Eriri asked a professional question.
He didn't draw this manga himself, so how would he know how it was done?
"Well, it's like this, and that..."
Seeing Tanaka Masao's shifty eyes and guilty expression, Sawamura Eriri snorted in disdain.
"Hmph, are you afraid I'll copy your art style and don't want to communicate with me? If you don't want to, then fine, I don't care."
Seeing Eriri turn her head away, Tanaka Masao didn't want a rift to form between them over such a matter.
He immediately thought of an excuse and explained.
"Actually, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but because this doujinshi wasn't completed by me alone.
Someone else was responsible for the coloring and processing, but he doesn't want to reveal his identity."
"Are you saying this doujinshi was a collaboration between you and someone else?"
Eriri pondered, pinching her chin, then nodded after a couple of seconds.
"That makes sense. Such a large workload would indeed be difficult for one person to complete."
After speaking, she looked at Tanaka Masao with expectant eyes.
"Then, can you introduce me to your friend? We're all doujinshi artists; we should communicate more."
"Well, I'll ask him."
Tanaka Masao was somewhat evasive.
Eriri's temper came and went quickly.
She no longer dwelled on the art style issue but continued to discuss with Tanaka Masao.
"You came up with the plot for this doujinshi, right? I'm a humiliation-themed doujinshi artist. What are your thoughts on this genre?"
At this, Tanaka Masao had a lot to say. He had, after all, read countless works and could be considered experienced.
"Regarding this, I personally believe the female protagonist must be pure and noble enough to create a sense of contrast.
For example, a saintess, an empress, a beloved princess, a strong-willed female warrior..."
Tanaka Masao spoke a lot, and the more Eriri listened, the brighter her eyes became. She said excitedly,
"You really know your stuff! You have so many ideas. I wonder how much lewd material is in your head.
I feel an endless stream of inspiration now; I'm sure I can draw a new doujinshi."
At this moment, a naive, pure, and noble saintess had already appeared in Eriri's mind, and then she was doing this and that to her...
The more she thought, the more excited Eriri became, her cheeks grew redder, and she let out a strange chuckle.
Watching Eriri's perverted expression, Tanaka Masao silently closed his eyes.
[Eriri must be thinking of something great.]
A few minutes later, Sawamura Sayuri walked over with tea and snacks.
She immediately saw Eriri's perverted smile and glanced at Tanaka Masao, who was meditating with his eyes closed beside her.
Sawamura Sayuri felt embarrassed for Eriri and quickly spoke up to remind her.
"Eriri, think about other things later. We have a guest."
Hearing Sawamura Sayuri's words, Eriri also snapped back from her fantasy world.
She realized the current situation, coughed awkwardly, and then said to Tanaka Masao,
"You really are full of lewd thoughts. Next time I'm out of inspiration, I'll come to you."
"Alright, alright, we'll talk about that later. We have important matters today."
Sawamura Sayuri reminded, "Eriri, get ready. Later, take Tanaka-kun to stroll around nearby and see how his doujinshi sales are doing."
"Okay."
Eriri agreed, eating snacks to fill her stomach as she spoke.
"I'll go get ready in a bit. Last time I was recognized, so this time I need to disguise myself well and not be recognized again."
After speaking, Eriri quickly ate a few bites of snacks, drank some tea to wash it down, and then hurried back to her room.
Watching Eriri's carefree and unconcerned behavior about her image, Sawamura Sayuri shook her head helplessly.
"Eriri, this child, doesn't know how to be more elegant in front of guests. Tanaka-kun, please don't mind her."
To this, Tanaka Masao shook his head.
"Doesn't this just show that Eriri treats me as a friend and shows me her true self?"
Hearing Tanaka Masao's words, Sawamura Sayuri smiled.
"You're right. Eriri usually hides her otaku nature and puts on a facade.
It's been a long time since she's been this relaxed."
To be honest, Sawamura Sayuri quite liked Tanaka Masao.
He, like her and Eriri, was a doujinshi artist.
However, during their interaction, Tanaka Masao didn't show too much of a perverted side; instead, he was quite polite and knew his boundaries.
His only flaw might be that he was a bit too fat, and his appearance wasn't quite up to par.
Otherwise, Sawamura Sayuri would have really wanted to set him up with Eriri.
Because she really didn't have high hopes for Tomoya Aki. Even if she forced Eriri and him together, conflicts would surely arise constantly in the future.
Sawamura Sayuri also wanted to learn more about Tanaka Masao, so she proactively asked,
"Tanaka-kun, what have you been doing lately? Are you brainstorming new doujinshi plots?"
"I haven't been drawing doujinshi lately."
Tanaka Masao shook his head. "I've been on a diet recently."
"Oh, a diet!"
Sawamura Sayuri's eyes lit up. She had just thought that Tanaka Masao's appearance wasn't ideal, and now he was starting to change.
Moreover, he started dieting after meeting Eriri, which made it hard for Sawamura Sayuri not to connect the two events.
[Could it be that Tanaka-kun likes Eriri and decided to lose weight to pursue her?]
The more she thought, the more reasonable Sawamura Sayuri found it, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Tanaka-kun, is this because you've found a girl you like that you decided to lose weight?"
A girl he likes?
Hearing this, Tanaka Masao couldn't help but recall the figures of Yukinoshita Yukino and Kawasaki Saki in his mind.
He then looked at Sawamura Sayuri, who was smiling beautifully in front of him, and scratched his face, a little embarrassed.
As for Eriri? Of course, she had returned to her room.
The golden-haired loser was utterly defeated.
"Well, partly, I suppose. But mainly, it's for my own health."
Knowing this was a world of various anime, with many beautiful girls, Tanaka Masao naturally wanted to try his luck.
A decent appearance was, of course, necessary.
Watching Tanaka Masao's demeanor, Sawamura Sayuri chuckled softly.
[Indeed, it's for a girl. Go, Tanaka-kun, I'm rooting for you.]
However, Sawamura Sayuri didn't know that Eriri only accounted for a small part of the girl she was referring to.