Chaos

"Even the dialogues are reversed, as I thought, you must have done it on purpose." Homura looked at Mashiro with a baffled expression.

"It's because Homura and everyone else won't let me draw real scenes." Mashiro confidently explained.

Homura: "..."

Alright... he couldn't argue with that reasoning.

"Wait a minute!" Homura remembered something and looked surprised at Mashiro. "The one who needs to be taken care of afterward won't be 'me', right?"

"No..." Mashiro shook her head. "The one who needs to be taken care of is not Homura, it's him."

Saying that, Mashiro pointed to the boy in the drawing.

Homura: "..."

Even if they weren't at the Sakurasou... did Mashiro really create a manga with this personality swap?

"And then? Are you going to arrange a character based on Nanami to take care of him?"

"...I'll do 'myself'." Mashiro stared at Homura intensely. "But I don't know much about boys' bodies, Homura, show me."

The corners of Homura's mouth twitched uncontrollably. 'My dear Mashiro... do you even realize what you're saying?'

"...Are you planning to draw that scene from the morning after you arrived?" Homura couldn't help but ask.

Mashiro nodded without hesitation. "So, I want to see."

"No way! That's an adult-rated scene! It can't appear in the manga absolutely!" Homura firmly refused!

"It's okay, I'll add mosaic."

Hearing this, Homura almost choked!

'The heck?! Mosaic?! Mashiro, what have you been learning recently?'

"Then... if the mosaic is added, why not just draw them with clothes?" Homura suggested.

"Clothes are clothes, mosaic is mosaic." Mashiro fixedly stared at him.

"How about drawing it like the way Eriri draws in her doujin?" Homura asked.

"Homura, let's be realistic."

"Then who is going to be the one with the full exposure?" Homura asked Mashiro with annoyance.

Mashiro's gaze wandered around, pretending not to understand.

'Who on earth is this little devil learning from?' Homura wondered.

"...You don't really plan to draw everything in detail, do you? I'm telling you, that will definitely not pass the censorship!" Homura felt relieved and couldn't help asking.

Mashiro's face turned slightly gloomy.

"Then... let's just draw a part of it."

After considering for a moment, she decided with reluctance.

Homura heaved a sigh of relief and asked unconsciously.

"Which part?"

"The lower half."

"..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Homura exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hm." Seeing Homura's reaction, Mashiro smiled again.

Homura had a black line on his face.

"Although you've been smiling more often lately, I can't help but feel that you only smile when teasing me."

"Homura... you're too narcissistic." Mashiro said with a disgusted look.

"Oh?" Homura said indignantly. "Then tell me, when else did you smile?"

"I smiled when other people were teasing you."

"..."

'Ah... ended... the current Mashiro is undoubtedly evil...' Homura said inwardly with pity.

Where did that pure-as-paper Mashiro go? Homura felt a pang of heartache, realizing that she would never be the same again.

"Hahh... I'll continue my signature session, is there anything else that you need?"

"I want to see..."

Homura's eyebrows kept twitching.

"...Alright, you win."

In an instant, Mashiro's eyes became more colorful!

"But!"

Mashiro's expression instantly turned back to a lackluster look.

Homura's eye twitched, and he continued, "At most, the upper body... as for anything related to mosaic and lower body, just forget it!"

"Why do you still have a look of disdain? Is this drawing of yours for fanservice?" He said with an irritated tone.

"Alright..." Mashiro finally relented, but immediately added, "I want to see it now."

"..."

Taking off his own T-shirt, Homura struck a pose as if to say "Bring it on".

"Why do I have to be the model anyway?" Homura rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"This way, I can have a more thorough understanding..." Mashiro didn't even look up at him, engrossed in feeling the touch of Homura's muscles.

Perhaps due to his Tai Chi practice, although Homura was strong, his muscles didn't appear overly noticeable; his whole body exuded a mysterious sense of coordination.

Fully harnessing the body's coordination, the power that erupted from it couldn't be compared to merely working out muscles. The human body was a mysterious treasure trove, and Homura had just scratched the surface of its potential.

"Sagiri-chan, I'm leaving now. I'll come back to hang out with you another time!"

Suddenly, Megumin's voice came from upstairs, and soon Homura spotted her figure in the stairwell.

The scene at that moment was somewhat strangely quiet. Homura and Megumin stared at each other blankly, while Mashiro continued touching his muscles while drawing.

Just as Homura was about to speak, Megumin took two steps back and quickly disappeared from his sight!

"Sagiri-chan! Open the door quickly! Onii-san just got stripped in front of Mashiro!"

"..."

'Are you doing that on purpose?!' Homura roared inwardly.

Chaos ensued as Sagiri, Elf, Muramasa, and Megumin all came down.

"Nii-san! You actually..." Sagiri's little face darkened, looking at Homura with disbelief.

"For heaven's sake, look carefully..." Homura looked at the others helplessly.

"He didn't get fully naked..." Elf murmured, but then she noticed that Mashiro had finished her drawing.

"So, a model?" Elf's face instantly showed excitement, and she walked over to Homura, observing him up and down, nodding from time to time.

Muramasa covered her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed to look at Homura in this state. But, wasn't the gap between her fingers a bit too wide?

Megumin blushed slightly, glanced at Homura, quickly averted her gaze, then looked back again, repeating this action over and over.

When Sagiri finally realized what was going on, her face also turned red, and she swiftly ran back to her room.

Homura thought she was just too embarrassed to face anyone.

However... Sagiri, with her drawing tools in hand, flew downstairs like the wind and came to his side, continuously observing and occasionally gasping for breath, then started drawing!

Why are there suddenly more people?

*Snap!*

Elf was already happily taking out her phone, ready to take action.

Homura was sweating coldly.

"Wait! Elf, are you planning to post this online?!"

"Huh? No, I won't. I still know decency." Elf replied, and then her fingers started to move. "Alright! Send!"

In an instant, Homura's phone began to ring.

Shortly after, Elf's phone rang too.

"Oh? So fast!" Elf answered her phone. "Eriri? Kukuku..."

Homura had no choice but to take out his own phone.

"Homura-kun, can you explain what you're doing?" Utaha's voice was full of pressure!

Homura felt a surge of dark aura emitting from his phone.