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If they weren't in hurry, then Haru might try to flirt or joke around, but this time, he wasn't in a mood to do so since he really didn't like to draw.

If it wasn't because his girlfriends might be sad, he wouldn't sit down and start to draw for the lily doujinshi on his hand.

Looking at Eriri's work, Haru had to admit that Eriri's lily doujinshi was quite wonderful and he also understood why she drew a lily genre rather than a normal one.

But even so, he didn't stop his pen and kept drawing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Eriri asked with a frown. Looking at him, she had to admit that he was a super assistant and with him, beside her, she could finish her doujinshi and the illustrator game several times faster than she had thought previously, however, she knew that she couldn't afford this super assistant since his net worth was several times of her family's net worth.

However, Eriri had to admit that it was a feeling to have the richest man on earth as her assistant, and at the same time, she was wondering what this guy thought since he was looking at her with a strange expression before.

"Nothing." Haru shook his head and asked, "You don't want to become a mangaka, Eriri?" He had a publishing house after all and from his observation, it would be very easy for Eriri to become a mangaka with her skill.

When Eriri was asked this question, she fell into silence and put her pen down.

"I want to..."

Haru raised his eyebrow after he heard her answer. "I see."

"....."

Eriri then looked at Haru with an inexplicable expression and asked, "You're not going to ask?" She thought that he might ask something then offered her a chance since she knew that he owned a huge publishing house.

Eriri would be lying if she didn't have a dream to become a mangaka, however, she also knew that she lacked something to become one which was...

"Well, I can guess more or less."

Haru didn't stop his pen, kept drawing, then said, "Your drawing skill is very good, especially the ecchi scenes."

"...."

Eriri wasn't sure whether that was praise or not.

"However..."

"However?"

"You can't make an interesting story, right?"

"..."

Eriri fell into silence once again after she heard his words since that was right.

Looking at Eriri's reaction, Haru knew that he was right and he also didn't feel that much surprised since there were a lot of similar things happening to the people in this country.

In Eriri's case, she didn't have trouble drawing, however, she couldn't make an interesting story, or rather her ability to create a story sucked.

"Then ask Utaha to create a story for you," Haru said jokingly, but he didn't expect her reaction to being so big.

"NO WAY!!!"

Eriri said loudly, folded her arms, and looked away. "Unless there is only one person on earth, I won't ask her to make me a story!" Or rather, she felt a bit unworthy to ask Utaha to make her a story. Even though she had to admit that Utaha's was quite vulgar, it was very popular. Even her mother also read Utaha's which made her speechless.

However, Eriri had to admit that at that moment, her standing was very far away from Utaha.

"Focus on drawing!" Eriri quickly said since she didn't want to talk about this matter anymore.

Looking at Eriri's reaction, Haru could only shake his head. He might be able to help her and create a story for her, but he didn't have an obligation to do so, after all, even if they were a friend, he felt that it was a bit too much to give her a story for her debut.

Eriri also didn't ask him so he also didn't intend to do anything.

Both of them kept drawing until...

"Ahh! I have enough! I want to take a rest!"

Eriri shouted and put down her pen without hesitation since she had been thinking about the conversation that she had with this bastard before. She thought that he was going to say something, but this guy was in silence which made her frustrated.

"Do you feel tired? Do you want me to massage you?" Haru asked simply, but his words caused a different meaning on Eriri's mind.

"Eh?"

Eriri looked at Haru with a dumbfounded expression, wondering whether this was his plan all along. She thought that he was going to make her tired then offered her a massage then...

"..."

In Eriri's mind, there were a lot of 18+ scenes that were forbidden to be seen by children.

"I... Let's play a game!"

"What kind of game?" Haru asked curiously.

"Let's play my favorite game!"

Eriri then quickly went to take her game and asked, "Have you played this game before?"

"No."

Haru looked at the title of the game and raised his eyebrow. "Little Rhap?" Even though that he usually created a game, manga, light , etc, it didn't mean he was an otaku and he also didn't have a hobby to collect, play, read, or watch games, manga, light s, etc.

In middle school, he spent most of his time with his girlfriends. When he was in high school, he was also quite busy with his women too.

Haru didn't have time to become an otaku nor did he have an interest in becoming one.

When Eriri heard Haru's answer, she was dumbfounded and quickly became outraged.

"What?! You have never played this masterpiece?! Then let's go! This is not the time to draw! We need to play this game as soon as possible!"

"No, this is a time to draw, not to play a game."

Haru was speechless by Eriri's reaction, but he was ignored and his hand was pulled.

Both of them sat in front of the television and Eriri put the game on the console.

"Let's play this game first." Eriri looked at Haru and said, "We don't have that much time, alright?"

'If we don't have time then we shouldn't waste our time playing a game...' Haru wanted to say that, but in the end, he didn't do so.

"Here, play it, this is a masterpiece! I give you a guarantee!" Eriri said proudly and gave the stick of the console to Haru.

"Well, let's see whether it is really a masterpiece or not." Haru looked at the television screen, showing a curious expression.

Haru and Eriri sat next to each other, and the distance between the two of them was very close to each other, but strangely enough, it felt very comfortable.