manga artist Kirito

"Well then, let's begin!" With a slight upturn of her lips, the languid look that had previously lingered on Akane Kousaka's face was completely replaced by assertiveness and maturity. And the Strawberry-san who had just been acting all cunning suddenly reverted to the gentle and soft-spoken junior.

"Ah, it's really a little hard to let go..." Stroking her long hair that was draped over her shoulders, Akane Kosaka narrowed her eyes slightly, but the smile that followed was even more charming. "However, the methods we used before were too bloody and boring, and since people don't have any bottom line, dark history can only be used for small-scale threats, and besides, it's not something we can actually use... So, only dark history that reaches the level of being a shadow can be considered a true dark history."

"In short, let's begin! Let Kazuto-chan roar—'Ugh, I'm so angry!'—and the plan will begin!"

"understand!"

As a result, the main participants in the so-called victory celebration banquet simply disappeared from the hotel.

……

A styling studio

Akane Kosaka sat cross-legged on the long sofa, tossing aside one by one the rather neutral-looking clothes, which were actually all dresses, and constantly searching for clothes that she thought were suitable.

About five minutes later, Akane Kosaka finally found an outfit she liked. She then hoisted the doll-like figure lying on the sofa onto her shoulder and slowly walked towards the dressing room, her spirited face beaming with uncontrollable excitement.

"The leader... seems very excited?" Lingyin, who had just finished her work, looked at Kasaka Akane with a strange expression and murmured to herself.

"You don't understand!" Miss Strawberry leaned back lazily on the sofa, a smile playing on her lips. "Captain, the person I trust most in this club is Fujiwara-senpai, and the person who has made the greatest contribution to this club is undoubtedly Fujiwara-senpai as well... If you had someone like that by your side, but they left and never came back, what would you do?"

“…I don’t know.” Lingyin’s eyebrows twitched, not quite understanding what this matter had to do with changing Fujiwara-senpai’s image.

"Yeah, it seems the leader doesn't know either." Miss Strawberry sneered. I don't know either, it's so fun to fool people. The leader obviously feels too idle lately and wants to cause trouble. She just happened to think of Fujiwara-senpai, who makes her very unhappy, so she set her sights on Fujiwara-senpai.

But then again, it was quite amusing how the group leader and her old classmate used to constantly tease each other. It's such a shame she hasn't been around lately.

Perhaps because of the lighting, Strawberry and Lingyin, who were sitting outside, could see the reflections inside the changing room. One figure was leaning against the wall, looking completely powerless, while another energetic figure was holding something and quickly approaching, followed by a strange groan.

Well, as an erotic artist, Ichigo's imagination is undoubtedly superb. In an instant, she imagined Fujiwara-senpai being carried into the changing room, completely unconscious under the influence of alcohol, oblivious to everything happening around him. Meanwhile, the leader, who had quickly approached him, pinned him against the wall and swiftly began to caress him with his free hand...

Ah, really... Is the leader's loneliness finally about to erupt because it's been so long?!

Sigh, I think I'm overthinking things. I absolutely can't let the guild leader know I'm making up these scenarios, or I'll be in big trouble...

Suddenly, Miss Strawberry heard a 'ripping' sound, and then something was thrown out of the changing room and landed in front of her. She instinctively reached out to grab it...

"Uh, the taste of my senior...?" Strawberry looked at the fabric in her hand, her eyebrows twitching. Then, other, even wider strips of fabric were thrown out. Hey, did they just tear them all?

"Too...too wild!" Lingyin stared blankly at the piece of cloth in Miss Strawberry's hand, opened her mouth slightly, looking quite surprised, and then showed a hesitant expression.

"Lingyin, what's wrong?" Miss Strawberry sniffed the piece of cloth in her hand. She was absolutely certain that the scent on it belonged to Fujiwara-senpai, but after meeting Lingyin's strange gaze, she asked in confusion.

"Um... Strawberry-senpai, the piece of cloth in your hand... it should be a torn pair of panties... probably."

"Holy crap!" Miss Strawberry's hands trembled, and the piece of cloth she was holding was flung at Ling Yin's face. A lot of black lines appeared on her forehead, and she felt a faint urge to vomit.

Oh my god, what was I just confirming?

"Yes, this is Fujiwara-senpai's scent..." Removing the cloth from her face, Lingyin, looking utterly hopeless, crumpled the cloth into a ball, seemingly wanting to feed it to Strawberry.

"S-Sorry!"

127

【NO.125 The Sleeping Princess】

"Heh, heh heh, heh heh heh..." Miss Strawberry, who almost had a piece of her panties stuffed into her mouth by Lingyin, seemed to have gone mad, constantly emitting broken laughter.

"Well, strawberry jam, Fujiwara-senpai's panties would be perfect, wouldn't they?" With a smile, Lingyin pinned Strawberry to the sofa with one hand, rendering it immobile, while holding the crumpled panties in her other hand. "You clearly admire Fujiwara-senpai so much, you'd be so happy to taste Fujiwara-senpai's flavor!"

In fact, none of the people in Akane Kosaka's club are normal.

"Shut up, you sadist! If you want to taste Fujiwara-senpai's original panties, then you'd better keep them to yourself. Don't give them to me, I don't want them!" Miss Strawberry protested fiercely.

"Hey, you two outside, bring me the blue and white panties and the custom-made white stockings." Akane Kosaka's voice was still excited as she reached out from behind the curtain.

"Oh...okay!"

Although that's what they say, it's just a temporary changing room. Apart from the clothes and kimonos that were prepared in advance, there was no underwear prepared at all. Where did the blue and white panties come from?

"Uh, what color are your panties?" Miss Strawberry reached out and slapped aside the piece of fabric right in front of her, looking up at Lingyin, whose expression was slightly off. "Hey, I'm saying, Lingyin, the panties you're wearing today, are they blue...?"

"Shut up! Panties... How could I possibly let Fujiwara-senpai wear panties? Do you want me to take them off right now?"

"...No, I was just asking."

Lingyin's underwear today is actually blue and white, and with that tone of voice... Hey, you don't actually have any intention of taking it off, do you?

"In my bag, there are blue and white panties and white stockings that I prepared. Hurry up and give them to me." Akane Kosaka's voice came from the dressing room again. "Oh no, just give me the bag."

"Okay, coming right away..."

It didn't take long for Strawberry to break free from Lingyin's oppressive restraints. She then took Akane Kosaka's bag and walked to the front of the changing room, handing it to Akane.

Let me state upfront that Strawberry absolutely did not see any contracts with titles like blue and white panties, bear panties, white lace panties, or any other strange names. Yes, Miss Strawberry genuinely has no idea what the "Transformation - Step One" plan is.

"You'll see it soon if you wait a little longer."

“…Ah.” Through the curtain, Strawberry could vaguely see Fujiwara-senpai being pressed against the wall by Akane Kosaka, who was not yet dressed in any clothes, but because the gap was too small, she could not see very clearly.

...It seems that Fujiwara-senpai hasn't woken up yet.

Time passed slowly. Strawberry looked nervously at the locker room, while Lingyin was applying something to her hands. But the two of them were in almost the same mood at the moment—anticipation!

Especially after they took the blue and white panties and white stockings, their anticipation grew even stronger.

"I really want to go inside and take a look..." Strawberry said impatiently.

"If you want to see it so badly, then go in." Lingyin glared at the other person, stopped applying the fabric, and picked up the piece of cloth. The Bamboo Forest Group guys should really want the real, untouched panties, right?

"Forget it, the club leader is inside anyway, it's not our turn." Miss Strawberry immediately backed down. Although she wasn't a veteran of the club, she was well aware of the relationship between the club leader and Fujiwara-senpai. Casually disturbing them... would definitely not end well.

"Alright!" The voice, now slightly calmer than before, rang out, signaling the initial completion of the plan.

"Oh!!" The two, who were already very excited, were immediately drawn to the curtain of the changing room. The curtain was pushed slightly to the edge, and then Akane Kosaka's figure was revealed.

"Alas!"

In the past, men wearing women's clothing could only be considered perverted, while women wearing men's clothing would only be praised as beautiful women in men's clothing... But at this moment, Akane Kosaka is undoubtedly a beautiful woman in men's clothing.

In addition, there is Kirito, or rather Kiriko, who is being carried in a princess carry by Akane Kousaka, wearing a kimono.

"Wow!"

Her long, smooth black hair, her delicate, crescent-shaped face flushed slightly, her tightly closed eyes trembling slightly, and her slightly furrowed brows suggested she was facing a difficult decision.

Her stunning beauty, soft and petite figure, and well-fitting kimono perfectly exuded her princess-like charm.

Compared to Akane Kosaka's dashing appearance in men's clothing, Kiriko, with her princess-like demeanor, is far more eye-catching.

Looking intently at the person held in Akane's arms, Ichigo used an unprecedented memory to try and record everything, to completely memorize it... It turns out that Fujiwara-senpai is not just good at cross-dressing.

"Suddenly I feel... that the existence of us women doesn't really mean much." Muttering to herself, Lingyin absentmindedly picked up her camera and took a picture of Kiriko-chan and Akane Kousaka in their current state.

With his nonchalant, masculine demeanor and delicate features, Kirito was only somewhat suited to cross-dressing. But with long hair and a little dressing up, he seemed to transform completely... He looked just like a girl, except for the extra "handle" down there.

Well, I think we should give Fujiwara-senpai two patches and add a bug along the way.

"Although I knew it was the alcohol that made Fujiwara-senpai's face turn slightly red, the feeling she exudes now is like shyness, delicate, shy, gentle... Ah, she's just like a noble princess!" Ichigo exclaimed. The theme for the new... new work, the perfect material, has finally been found!

"I'll tentatively agree with that statement: dressing up as a man can make you hard, dressing up as a woman can make you sexy, being both dominant and submissive... if you want to do it, it's definitely possible." As a stylist, Ms. Lingyin seemed to have identified a path forward.

"Rationality evaporates... Fujiwara-senpai absolutely must possess this skill!"

"Hey, isn't it cute?" Holding the adorable Kiriko-chan, Akane Kousaka said with a very heroic air, even her voice began to change towards a more androgynous tone.

Hey, is the leader really planning to pull off a plot twist like Fujiwara-senpai...? But seriously, he's really cool...

No, what I'm more curious about is how the leader manages to hide her huge breasts so flat. Is it a bra?

"Are the cars ready?"

"Preparations are complete, and we are ready to depart at any time."

"Then, let's begin!"

P.S.: I'm recommending the book "I, Shiba, the Jungle Hunter!" by Bai Jie. It's a slice-of-life story, and the plot is roughly as follows:

I live for my sister! I live for Saori!

128

【NO.126 I was wondering why it felt so cool down there】

"Ah, it's getting dark. Good evening..."

It's around 8 PM, in a dark corner of Chiba... in a moving car, Kiritani-kun, who had collapsed from a slight intoxication, wakes up from his slumber.

Although he was conscious, his mind was still quite hazy; at least he didn't understand what was going on.

However, it's best to greet people first when you meet them, after all, it's the most basic courtesy, isn't it?

"Well, if you're sleepy, just sleep a little longer. We haven't reached our destination yet anyway." Dressed in men's clothing, Akane Kosaka casually crossed her legs, a lit cigarette between her pale fingers, but her imposing presence and mature demeanor remained, tinged with a touch of elegance.

I knew it! Back in the days before women's clothing was popular, men dressed as women were considered perverts, while women dressed as men... were damn cool.

"Kurusaka, what's with this outfit? Is it some kind of arranged blind date your family set up, so you're planning to go back dressed as a man first before deciding whether to reveal your true identity?" Rubbing his still-drowsy eyes, Kirito felt his head was a little heavy, but that was probably a side effect of drinking. After all, aren't all hangovers dizzy, lightheaded, and unsteady...? Unsteady... does that mean, you know?

The world has become filthy again.

"That's not true." Akane Kousaka gently sniffed the cigarette, narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Kiritani-kun, and chuckled. "Putting aside the fact that such a thing would absolutely not happen, even if it did, don't you think you'd be the best candidate, Kazuto-chan?"

"...Ah, is this a confession? It is a confession, it definitely is! Although I'm happy, and I do like older men, but...you're almost half my age, so I refuse!" Kirito scratched his head and gave an apologetic smile, then felt something was off. Um...his hair seems to have grown a lot longer. Is it because he hasn't played games for a long time?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'll have to cut my hair sooner or later anyway, so there's no need to rush.

Of course, I still want to give everyone a word of advice—there is no such thing as a "liver god". I don't know how many people have gone crazy from exhaustion. Being bald doesn't necessarily mean you'll become Saitama. Maybe you'll be Wu Ke.

But then again, this outfit seems a bit strange... Is it a kimono? Is there some weird event I'm going to attend?

"It's nothing unusual, just attending a reception hosted by the British ambassador and discussing business with people in the industry," Akane Kosaka said with a smile.

"So, I've been dragged into this again as someone who's showing off their children and grandchildren? I remember saying so many times that I don't like these kinds of occasions!" Kirito scratched his head vigorously. "Besides, what kind of British ambassador would have connections in the industry... Uh, could this British ambassador be the couple who had a stall next to ours at the CM exhibition?"

Eriri's father, a British diplomat stationed in Chiba, is rumored to be quite well-off and not the type to crave special treatment... While this wasn't their reason for helping their daughter sell doujinshi at the CM convention, the couple are actually otaku.

If it's this couple, then their party... might indeed have some connection to the industry, but with Akasaka's connections, even without this stepping stone, she could probably contact creators or producers who are highly respected in the industry.

“That’s right, it’s this British diplomat.” Akane Kosaka gave a subtle smile. “Although I didn’t originally intend to come, I only decided to come on the spur of the moment after confirming that Kazuto-chan would be coming to visit me.”

"Well, you know, even I would find it boring without you in this kind of situation."

Hey! You're treating me like a tool to make you happy anytime... No, I'm not that kind of tool. I'm a chuunibyou... Ugh, I'm the hottest creator of the future, you bastard!

"Speaking of which, I also got an invitation to join that mahjong parlor. Do you want it, Kazuto-chan?"

"I don't want this kind of degenerate stuff!" Kirito glared at Akane Kousaka. "You're absolutely right, aren't you? I'm going to drag your authors to play mahjong, so you won't see any updates! I'll make your authors gradually become lazy, fade into obscurity, and addicted to mahjong, and what's worse, I'll still update!—Isn't that right!?"

"How could that be? I've put in a lot of effort to promote your new work, Sword Art Online. If I just let you get so engrossed in masturbation, I'll be losing money hand over fist."

Wait a minute, there's a lot of ambiguity in what you're saying. Why "self-draw"? Mahjong isn't just about self-draws, you know! And "losing out" means... losing me, this [beep] toy?

Akane Kosaka, go to hell!

"Although to outsiders that the mahjong parlor is just a place where a bunch of big shots in the industry gamble, in reality it is only open to industry insiders. Those who can get in are all quite skilled, and I mean in terms of their professional level."

"Perhaps it's too early for you to go there, but if you're not mentally prepared, and if you want to target a particular person or become a target for someone in the industry, you can get enough information there."

Why do I feel like this place is actually an intelligence agency?

So it turns out that the comic industry isn't just about drawing exciting and thrilling comics; it also requires expertise in intelligence gathering?

"Speaking of which, you're right, the producer of Shirobako is Akesaka, aren't you? And the inspiration for the scene where the animation studio producers who appeared in the show gathered together to play mahjong and exchange information came from this mahjong parlor?"

“That’s right.” Akane Kosaka nodded slightly. “I’ll give you the invitation later and get you a membership card too. Of course, if you want to go, you’ll have to make some achievements in Sword Art Online first. Otherwise, without enough reputation, just being a genius erotic artist… well, being a genius erotic crossdresser isn’t enough to bring you much luck.”

"Shut up, you chest-obsessed alien!" Kirito instantly switched to a deadpan expression and slammed his hand on Akane Kousaka's head. "Even if you're a little bit pretty, I can still slap you into an ahegao!"

"But speaking of which, these sleeves, this kimono... it feels a bit too ladylike." Looking down at his attire, Kirito had a sudden realization. "Oh, it's not too ladylike, it's actually women's clothing... I was wondering why it felt cool down there, it's just white stockings..."

"I'm going to make you untouchable today—Akane Kosaka!!"

P.S.: This is the last day of the monthly pass period, it will expire if you don't vote now!

129

【NO.127 Oh】

Honestly, there's nothing more frustrating than waking up to find yourself dressed in women's clothing.

While it's true that you should be on guard at all times when you're with Akane Kousaka and not let your guard down for a second, the reason things have turned out this way is simply because you've been too relaxed. But... Kirito really has more than just one "Fuck you" he wants to say right now.

Naturally, anger can drive a person to do something not so good, but... the change in the scene seems a little off.

The plan was to yell and then pin Akane Kosaka down in the car for a fake car sex session, but now...

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, Kirito was now unable to subdue Akane Kousaka and was directly pressed down onto the soft chair. Looking up at Akane Kousaka's pretty face full of smiles, Kirito had an urge to drag this woman home and treat her as someone he couldn't afford to offend.