Chapter 341: I, Yukari Yakumo, Am the Official Wife
There was no way Eriri would ever admit to regularly swerving into the gutter.
Absolutely not a thing. An illusion, purely an illusion — her manga's content was entirely proper, appropriate even for a three-year-old.
Compared to her old self, who could only churn out the kind of low-effort stuff you'd expect from an amateur sketching outside a bank branch, her storytelling had leapt forward by miles — and she'd cut way back on the gutter content too!
Sure, every once in a while her restless little heart just couldn't help itself, and she'd end up sneaking a bit of so-called "fan service" in there before she even realized what she was doing — but Eriri would stake her entire sense of decency on the fact that every bit of that "fan service" stayed safely on the right side of the line.
Meaning, sure, she occasionally sold a bit of "fan service," occasionally slipped in a suggestive gag with a wink in it — but none of it, not once, ever crossed the actual line.
As far as Eriri was concerned, so long as she stayed short of that particular forbidden line, the content counted as perfectly safe, perfectly proper. Yes, that's right, that's exactly how it was, and she would not entertain a single objection. Hmph!
Back in the Saekano (Doujin) world, it was already two in the morning — though Eriri, a very different person from who she used to be, no longer cared whether staying up this late would wreck her skin.
With her current strength, going three days and nights without sleep — or ten days and nights without sleep, food, or water — wouldn't cause her any trouble at all.
A cool breeze drifted in now and then through the open window beside her as she chatted away in the group with one hand and ground out manga pages with the other.
"Ha! Tomorrow's, the day after's, and the day after that's pages, all done. Being a daily-update mangaka is genuinely exhausting, honestly. Speaking of, didn't Little Umaru-chan just say my work wasn't proper? Hmph... so I sell a little fan service now and then, is that really so improper?"
Eriri, quite clearly, had zero self-awareness on this front, staring blankly at the male and female leads sketched out on her draft.
The male lead's design was modeled after Admin-sama Ryū himself, and the female leads were all modeled after various beauties from the chat group — herself included, in what basically amounted to "drawing herself, starring herself."
Back when her home world got invaded by Void Beasts and nearly wiped off the map entirely, she'd freeloaded a solid ninety thousand Points off that quest.
With those ninety thousand Points behind her, Eriri's strength had become formidable — dropped into the One Piece world, she'd qualify as a legitimate Admiral candidate.
Under those circumstances, naturally, her drawing speed had become absurdly, extremely fast.
Plenty of Japanese mangaka only managed weekly updates, or biweekly, or even monthly.
Eriri was different — she went straight for sheer volume, one full chapter a day, a standard 24 pages each.
As for how her brain kept up with that pace? Ahem, well, there's a saying for that — when the ideas run thin, pad it out with "detail."
For instance, drawing out a single fight scene, she could spend two or three whole panels just on one villain's facial expression shifting — genuinely hard to even critique properly. No idea where she'd picked up that particular habit, though it bore an uncanny resemblance to about 99.9999% of authors on a certain web fiction platform.
Setting her pen down for a moment, Eriri grabbed a bottle of "fat-otaku happiness water" from beside her and chugged half of it down in one go, glug-glug-glug, before letting her awareness slip back into the chat group.
Street-Corner Illustrator: "That infuriating Little Umaru's slandering my thoroughly proper mangaka reputation again. I'm making you the heroine Admin-sama sweeps off her feet first, hmph!"
Street-Corner Illustrator: "So, Little Umaru-chan, scared yet? Ahahaha!"
My True Form Is Cola: "...Unacceptable! What a devious woman, pulling out a move that dirty and that hard to counter."
Kaguya-sama: "If I remember right, Eriri's manga lead is modeled after Admin-sama, and one of the heroines is modeled after Little Umaru — meaning if you ever cross Eriri, she'll just have Admin-sama sweep you off your feet in the manga as revenge!"
Kaguya-sama: "Yikes... this woman's genuinely terrifying. Can't be allowed to live. Let's just kill her."
Crazy Diamond: "Admin-sama really is the happiest normie alive, forever and always. The envy's giving me a full osmotic crisis, AAAAH!"
Crazy Diamond: "Not sure if it's just me, but I keep getting the feeling all you single girls have some kind of weird soft spot for Admin-sama. Is that just me being sour, blinded by lemon juice?"
The Ancient One: "...You're not just blinded. This is edging into full-blown delusion territory."
Roar of the Evil Dragon: "Admin-sama's handsome and all, but I'm still picking Kobayashi-chan! The opposite sex is just for making babies — true love's between the same sex!"
Kaguya-sama: "There she is — one of our eternal lurkers, the lovestruck Dragon-chan!"
Roar of the Evil Dragon: "Eh? Why 'Dragon-chan'? What kind of weird nickname is that?"
Kaguya-sama: "No idea, honestly — Admin-sama's the one who started calling you that. I don't really know what it means either, but it's probably a compliment about how pretty you are?"
Roar of the Evil Dragon: "Ah, I see! Well then, thanks for the compliment, Admin-sama! Want to try a bit of my tail? Just finished steaming up some tail meat!"
RawrSoFierce: "...Eat your tail? Ahem, no, I'll pass — I'm not quite that adventurous with my food."
Crazy Diamond: "So, Yukari-senpai, not the least bit worried? Not afraid Admin-sama might get lured away?"
Eternally Seventeen: "Heh. As long as I'm still in this chat group, the position of First Wife belongs to me and no one else, permanently."
Crazy Diamond: "So bold! Yukari-senpai's the best!! heart-wrenching hand-drawn jpg (?˙o˙)?"
Eternally Seventeen: "Ever since that infuriating Admin-sama's little visit to Gensokyo, Ran's been coming to ask me every single day whether she's going to end up as a dowry maid."
Eternally Seventeen: "I have to reassure her about it daily at this point. Honestly feels like she's more invested in the question than I am."
RawrSoFierce: "SHOCKING... wait, Ran isn't a dowry maid?"
Eternally Seventeen: "Dowry my foot! Why is Admin-sama's head full of this nonsense? Your brain works in genuinely baffling ways."
Kaguya-sama: "Um... Yukari-nee's own brain doesn't exactly seem to work any better, though?"
My True Form Is Cola: "Pfft, Kaguya-senpai just landed a critical hit — 99999 damage, straight up."
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