"Hm-hm-hm! I want to thank everyone for gathering here today. The reason The Dark Elf of the Flame Burst has become such a massive bestseller... is all due to my genius writing and Eromanga Sensei's illustrations!"
"Stop, stop, stop... that fits your persona perfectly, but what about the staff? You have to thank the people working behind the scenes too."
The one cutting her off was Rin. Standing before him was Elf, dressed in a pink and white lacy nightgown. Currently, Elf was preparing for the celebration party celebrating over 5 million copies sold, which was set to happen over the coming weekend.
It had been a week since Ryo moved into Ichika's apartment to crash on her floor. Ichika had been more than welcoming; although the apartment wasn't expensive, she didn't have much money herself, so having someone to split the rent was a godsend.
The Nakano quintuplets had their big exams coming up next week. While Ichika was busy at her acting classes in the evening, Nino and the others had Nanami tutoring them at the apartment every night. As for the Kessoku Band's new career, they wouldn't start their game scoring work until after graduation. Right now, they were busy preparing for the music festival. Even though Rin had hummed a few hit melodies from his past life to them, the girls were determined to use their own original songs for the competition.
Rin had spent most of his week at home drawing. The official commercialization of Baumkuchen Studio would wait until they finished high school; for now, they operated as a small indie circle. Rin had been dragged over to Elf's house today to help her rehearse—not just for the sales celebration, but for her new book launch as well.
"I wasn't finished!" Elf cleared her throat, tucking a strand of brilliant blonde hair behind her ear. "...It is thanks to my writing and Eromanga Sensei's art. Of course... it is also thanks to the support of every single person here! I am so grateful to you all! Please, enjoy the party today!"
"The facts are there, and it suits your personality, but change the order. Put the staff first and save the playful arrogance for the end."
"Sigh... the world of adults is so complicated. Fine~"
Elf practiced several more times according to Rin's advice, pairing her words with cute poses and a mischievous wink.
Phew.
After several rounds of rehearsal, Elf flopped down onto the sofa next to Rin. "By the way... Eimi-sensei told me she wants to meet you. Do you want to see her?"
"What does she want with me? To stab me?"
Eimi was the illustrator for The Dark Elf of the Flame Burst. In Rin's memories, he didn't recall much about her character. However, in the professional world of illustrators, Eimi's name was famous. She was known for being able to mimic any artist's style, but her specialty was drawing voluptuous, sexy women—the polar opposite of Sagiri. Aside from illustrations, she was also venturing into the world of manga. Rin figured she wanted to kill him because he "stole" the illustration job for Elf's new series.
"Very likely~" Elf chuckled wickedly, leaning against Rin. Through the thin fabric of her nightgown, her small, firm breasts rubbed against his arm. "She loves me, you know. She loves me so much she wants to marry me and calls me her 'wifey.' I guess it's a sin to be this cute."
"Lesbians?"
"Maybe? I don't really know."
In the world of ACG (Anime, Comics, Games), yuri (lesbian themes) wasn't rare, though it ranged from "Class S" friendship to actual romance. Elf didn't seem to have a romantic interest in women; it was likely just playful "moe" affection.
"Calling you wifey, huh? Heh..."
Rin reached out and pulled the petite Elf into his lap. His fingers slid through the gap in her nightgown, cupping one of her small breasts. Elf usually stayed naked at home, only putting on the gown because Rin was coming over. Under the thin fabric, she only wore a pair of white lace panties; she couldn't be bothered with a bra—it might "stunt her growth," and she was still in her developing phase.
"Tell me, what's your relationship with her?" Rin teased, pretending to be jealous.
"Hehe... she's my childhood friend," Elf said, wiggling her small ass against Rin's thigh. "After I finished elementary school, I started writing and stopped going to school. My mom arranged for a lot of 'bridal training' classes for me instead. Eimi was a teacher my mom hired to teach me drawing and to be a playmate. Since I didn't go to school, I didn't have friends... Honestly, we didn't get along at first, but eventually, she was conquered by my charm and became my illustrator. Oh, by the way, she was the one who recommended Eromanga Sensei to me."
As Elf spoke, Rin grabbed her phone from the side table and handed it to her.
"Hmm?"
"Call her," Rin whispered into her ear with a smirk.
"You... pervert!"
"Pervert? You seemed to enjoy it plenty before."
Elf knew exactly what he was up to. Back on the island, when Rin was taking Utaha and Eriri's virginity, Megumi had called Eriri's childhood friend. Elf had spent that time playing with toys and pranking the girls while they were on the phone—like sliding vibrating eggs into their asses and yanking them out by the cord. She'd had a blast then, but now it was her turn.
"No, no, no!" Elf shook her head. If she got caught moaning on the phone... it would be too embarrassing.
But she didn't have a choice. Rin's hand slid from her breast, down her flat stomach, over her smooth thighs, and cupped her pert ass.
"Eep—!"
Elf's body went limp. She wasn't as much of a "loser" (push-over) as Utaha, but she was no match for Rin. Thanks to the "training" Kaede had given her earlier, Rin easily found her sensitive spots through the damp fabric, pushing her right to the edge.
Then... he stopped. Edge control.
Rin ceased his movements, only lightly teasing her to keep her arousal high without letting her climax.
"Ugh... you pervert Demon King... hurry up... stop teasing me!"
"If you call Eimi, I'll let you come."
"Bastard! Pervert! NTR freak!"
Despite the insults, Elf's hand obediently took the phone and found Eimi's contact. Under the pressure of Rin's hand on her ass, she hit dial.