"Junior, what about the rest of the story? Why aren't you sending it?"
After waiting a few minutes, Kasumigaoka Utaha realized Tanaka Masao hadn't sent the rest of the story, so she couldn't help but message him to ask.
Then she received a four-word reply.
"To be continued."
"What do you mean?"
"That's it."
"That's it?"
"Yes, this novel hasn't been officially released yet, so Senior Kasumigaoka can only read a portion of it in advance.
For the rest of the content, you'll have to wait for the book to be released. It should be very soon, maybe in one or two weeks.
By the way, Senior Kasumigaoka is the first person to see the prologue of this book. No one else has had this privilege yet. How about it? Aren't you touched?"
Looking at the message from Tanaka Masao, Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed to see his innocent, sincere, and harmless smile.
She clenched her fist, gritting her teeth slightly, but she still tried her best to control her emotions and typed.
"Oh, Junior is so mean. You've piqued my interest, but then you're so short. It's completely unsatisfying.
Junior, please reveal a little more of the plot."
"Since Senior Kasumigaoka has said so, it would be a bit too much for me to refuse again. So, I'll reveal a little."
Looking at the message from Tanaka Masao, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes lit up. Sure enough, a woman who knows how to act spoiled has a good life.
However, what she didn't know was that she was facing Fanma Masao, the most despicable creature among humans. Acting spoiled would only make him worse.
"This novel is quite long, so I plan to release it in two volumes, upper and lower. The second volume will be released a month later.
How about it, Senior Kasumigaoka? Aren't you especially excited to think that this novel actually has two volumes, and you'll be able to read it a month later?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha's fist hardened.
"Junior, do you think you're very humorous? Can you do anything more interesting?"
"More interesting things? Of course.
Don't I have two novels? I can let you read the other one first.
But, only a part of it, of course."
A string called 'reason' in Kasumigaoka Utaha's mind successfully snapped under Tanaka Masao's constant pulling.
Some kind of restriction seemed to have been opened.
"Fei Zhai Jun, the novel you wrote is really mediocre. I actually don't want to read it that much. I'm just bored right now, so I'm taking the time to look at it.
You just kill off the female lead to grab attention. Is that interesting?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha's previously dried-up inspiration in her room became exceptionally abundant under Tanaka Masao's nourishment. She had so many beautiful words she wanted to say to Tanaka Masao.
Typing replies on her phone could no longer satisfy her current enthusiasm. She picked up the computer next to her and started typing furiously.
"For the dream in my heart, fighting in a bloodbath like a strong wind..."
On the other end, Tanaka Masao looked at the constantly incoming text and couldn't help but sigh.
"This typing speed is faster than my reading speed. If all authors in the world could avoid writer's block and have such typing speed, that would be great."
Facing Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had transformed into a Zaun pianist, Tanaka Masao chose to.
"Sakura died, and Menma also died. You can't protect anything, you can't protect anything.
Guess what will happen to the next novel's female lead?"
"You..."
As Tanaka Masao's message was sent, Kasumigaoka Utaha fell into complete madness.
...
It took a full ten minutes for Kasumigaoka Utaha to stop her fingers, which were sore from overuse.
Her body went limp, and she lay weakly on the bed, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling continuously.
After venting at Tanaka Masao, she felt much better, with a sense of clarity.
However, glancing at the chat interface with no reply, she pouted again.
Through their brief interaction, she already understood that Tanaka Masao was very thick-skinned, and the things she had just sent would certainly not affect him much.
Never mind, that's enough for today. Time to rest.
In her dream, Kasumigaoka Utaha dreamed of Tanaka Masao. The two of them were in a small, enclosed room...
Tanaka Masao was fixed in a chair, unable to move.
He sat at the table, continuously writing novels with a pen in his hand.
And whenever Tanaka Masao stopped, Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing behind him, would swing the whip in her hand to help him regain his inspiration.
Under such urging, Tanaka Masao's creative speed was extremely fast, finally satisfying Kasumigaoka Utaha's endless desire for reading.
Sakura's illness was cured, and Menma didn't fall into the water.
The beauty in the dream made the sleeping Kasumigaoka Utaha smile happily, mumbling.
"Log in and get a hundred draws. If you're a fan, come and draw Fei Zhai Jun."
On the other side, Tanaka Masao had already set his chat box with Kasumigaoka Utaha to do not disturb before her 'power' arrived.
He glanced at Eriri, who was still desperately pleading, and then, satisfied, turned off the light and went to sleep.
"Another joyful day."