I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 8 I want to punch him!
"Is this really a plot that people came up with?"

Veteran creator Masako Hanase was deeply shocked after reading the first episode of "Flame Fist".

"Yeah, yeah, his comics are just like crazy."

There was a hint of pride in Hanase Shion's tone.

"No, actually, if you think about it carefully, he's not crazy at all. This painting is top-notch in every way. The story's curiosity is probably also to attract readers' attention."

Masako Hanase suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask.

"You started drawing bizarre things, didn't you learn that from him?"

"Of course! Without him, I wouldn't have so many followers on Twitter!"

Hane Shion nodded. The fan fiction she had drawn on the Internet before didn't cause any waves at all.

Since she turned to the track of bizarre and heavy tastes, her number of fans has skyrocketed.

“This is the source of evil.”

Masako Hanase twitched her lips, then subconsciously clicked on the second chapter.

"You see, his work can make people feel disgusted, but it's also very interesting! So I have to be even more disgusting."

Hane Shion raised her finger and established her future development direction.

Masako Hanase turned her head and glanced at her silly sister who was trying so hard to be disgusting, then sighed. "You'll never be able to be this disgusting! You don't have the talent."

"I will! I... never mind. You keep watching."

Hane Shion originally wanted to say that she actually felt disgusted with the original author in a revengeful way every week.

But after thinking about it, I felt that my lines were really embarrassing, so I had to keep it aside.

And Masako Hanase continued to read "Flame Fist".

Half past one in the morning.

Masako Hane, who had been planning to have a good rest and go to bed early during the rare holiday, fell into silence as she stared at the ceiling.

The words "Just think of it as using the Flame Fist on him for my sake" kept coming back to my mind.

This old 2D fan who has watched countless movies took another deep breath.

I had originally opened the comic just to entertain my sister, thinking I would just read a couple of chapters, make an excuse to read it next time, and then quickly go to sleep.

But what I didn’t expect was that I read the latest chapter in one breath.

Hane Shion, who was very energetic before, is now sleeping beside her, holding her teddy bear.

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and breathed steadily, appearing to be sleeping soundly.

The sister who recommended her to watch Flame Fist was sleeping soundly now, but she couldn't fall asleep now!
She had been reading the latest chapter of "Flame Fist" for almost an hour, but she was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to calm down.

"Ah, I really want to send a razor blade to this guy!"

When Masako Hane said this, she suddenly realized that she had long been pulled back from the "creator's perspective" of her original occupational disease to the purest reader's perspective.

Now let’s look at this comic from a professional perspective.

This guy's camera language and story presentation are both incredibly powerful.

All developments are unexpected, yet always within reason.

But, is this person's mental state really okay?
Masako Hanase smiled bitterly and shook her head.

What are you thinking? Such a logically rigorous work cannot be created by a madman.

However, Masako Hanase really wants to meet him now.

Then, give this guy a hard punch!
Now, Tokyo.

Sakurai Itsuki didn't know that he had kept a lady far away in Kyoto awake all night, wanting to give him a heavy blow offline.

He finally finished everything and sat on the sofa, panting and catching his breath.

"Huh, finally cleaned up!"

Sato Wakaba looked at the clean and tidy house, put her hands on her hips with a sense of accomplishment, and turned around to look at Sakurai Itsuki who was sweating profusely.

"You're such a loser, you're still so young." "You're just too energetic. I almost suspect you have ADHD."

Sakurai Itsuki really didn't know where this girl got so much energy, it seemed like she would never run out.

They had already finished cleaning the room on the second floor, but Sato Wakaba suddenly had an idea and suggested taking this opportunity to do a thorough cleaning.

So the two of them cleaned and tidied up the first floor, yard and basement of the villa.

This whole thing lasted until the early morning.

"Didn't I tell you I can do this on my own? I don't need any help. Why did you insist on trying to be cool and help me, and even do all the hard work?"

"If I let you do all the work, then I'd be a complete loser. Let's make a deal, I'll share the housework that's my responsibility from now on."

After all, they were roommates living in the same house. If he threw all the blame on Sato Wakaba, he would be a real beast.

But Sakurai Itsuki didn't expect that the house was so big that doing housework would become a physical task.

"Got it. It seems you're not as withdrawn as your classmates say. You're actually quite gentle and easygoing!"

Sato Wakaba raised her finger and made an OK gesture to Sakurai Itsuki.

"No matter if I'm a loner or gentle, I never slack off when it's my turn on duty," Sakurai Itsuki said. "There's still the rooftop and the third floor to clean. Can we finish them all at once?"

"I just praised you, and you want to break into a girl's bedroom? You pervert who likes heavy-mouthed movies!" Sato Wakaba scolded.

Sakurai Itsuki suddenly realized that there was a difference between the two men and women.

This whole afternoon, Sato Wakaba acted carefree and heartless, as if she didn't care about anything, which made him almost forget that they were young people of the opposite sex of the same age.

"Oh, never mind. So you care about these things. Sorry, I will pay more attention next time."

Sakurai Itsuki apologized.

"What do you mean I care? What image do you have of me? I'm also a pure and innocent high school girl!"

Sato Wakaba pouted and complained unhappily.

"Really? Would a pure and innocent high school girl throw a man to the ground and sit on him without caring about what's under her skirt?"

Sakurai Itsuki grabbed Sato Wakaba's handle and fought back.

"Idiot! I'm wearing safety pants!"

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba raised her middle finger towards Sakurai Itsuki and asked, "Are you one of those innocent virgins who gets excited when he sees a girl's safety pants?"

"Oh, so as long as you're wearing safety pants, I can lift your skirt and take a look? Then thank you for your hospitality in the future!"

"You're really bad! Sakurai Itsuki-kun."

"So, can I watch, Sato Wakaba-san?"

".Humph, you really are disgusting. I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'm going upstairs to take a shower and go to bed."

Sato Wakaba felt that she couldn't argue with Sakurai Itsuki, so she snorted coldly and turned upstairs angrily.

Just when Sakurai Itsuki was wondering if he had gone too far in his joke and was hesitating whether to apologize.

Sato Wakaba walked to the stairs, stuck out her tongue at Sakurai Itsuki and made a face.

"Good night, pervert, slightly~"

Then he ran up the stairs quickly with a bang.

It seems that she is not really angry.

Hearing the noise coming from upstairs, Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I actually live with a beautiful girl in the same class.
Although there is no romantic development like in comics, it still makes people feel unreal.

However, Sakurai Itsuki decided to keep a certain distance, after all, there are differences between men and women.

Although they live together, their relationship is just that of ordinary classmates, at best they are fans and idols?
As for how the future will develop?
That's not the time to think about these things.

He still has over 300 pages of comics to draw.

(End of this chapter)