#1. Exposure

Talgun.

Do you know the word 'talgun'?

Most likely, you don't.

Well, this word is rarely used except by architecture students.

However, it is a word that is likely to be used by anyone who has even briefly entered the architecture department

even for one semester.

This is because the meaning of this word is 'talgun,'.

It implies quitting architecture.

That is why so many architecture students always make a promise to themselves during the design deadline season.

[I will really graduate and definitely quit.]

Of course, it is not uncommon to see people quit before they graduate.

Maybe they are wise.

At least, they won't have to glue the mortar in millimeters like I do now, at dawn.

"Ah! Seriously! Stick to it!"

16 hours until the deadline.

I haven't slept in about 24 hours.

But my model still showed no signs of completion.

"Why are you doing this again? Take a break and do it.",

"Shut up. You swindler."

Lee Hwi-min.

My closest colleague and a talented architect.

He didn't even go home after planting trees for the landscaping in the model.

He was getting angry.

"Why are you getting angry again? Ugh. I told you to do it in advance.",

Ha... He was right.

To be honest, I started working a little later than others, but I never imagined I would be this pressed for time.

"Hey. Instead, why don't you come and put up this model wall?',

"I'll have to use Photoshop to correct the render shot, so it'll be hard.',

I let out a deep sigh at the sight of Whimin biting a Pepero and moving the mouse.

Will I be able to finish it like this...

The professors' faces were already starting to come to mind.

[Minho, ah... this is a shame about the finishing quality...]

[The concept of this work isn't revealed in the model.]

[Can I graduate in my second year with this?]

Hmm. I've already finished the critique tomorrow.

I was already laughing at the thought of my results being returned to the fourth-year professors, who are known for being picky.

I'm going to get beaten up anyway, so why do I have to do this?

Actually, there was another reason why I was running out of time.

It was because I had another deadline.

That was my novel.

[I confined her.]

Because the legendary novel that made it into the top 10 of the Nobel World was my work.

The path I chose as I was aiming for a career.

It was a web novel writer.

The largest novel sharing room on Telegram!..

There are over 100,000 files, including D-C, webtoons, novels, etc.!...

Type it into the Internet address bar.

Of course, I never seriously considered this as a career from the beginning.

Last vacation. Due to the deadly infectious disease 'Corona' that spread worldwide, I was forced to spend my life in exile in my room,

and I fell in love with the charm of web novels.

At first, I opened my eyes to a new world that I had never known before, and I was an omnivorous

reader who read a lot of things, but that was only for a short time. After reading all the great works, I became a different person.

To put it simply, I became a 'gourmet.'

A mediocre writing skill. I had become a body that could not be satisfied with the obvious development.

And the thing that made me the angrier was.

[Childhood friend. High school classmate. And department senior.]

This novel, which had a title that was already cheesy, was ranked in the top 30 in the Novel World.

The more I read, the more I felt a deep sense of frustration rising inside me.

I started reading and scrolled down to read, but as each episode accumulated,

this was the only thought that lingered in my head.

'This kind of thing... 30th place?,

Poor plausibility. Poor setting. Slow development.

I didn't like anything about it, but people liked it and were reading it with enjoyment.

Is my taste strange, or are people just ignorant?

I sat down in front of the computer, suffering from a deep inner conflict.

You just have to try it.

And that was the beginning of my first work and one of the biggest hits in the Novel World.

［I Locked Her Up］.

Like any other aspiring new writer, I also had a weak start.

The number of views for the first episode of my novel, which didn't even have a proper cover, didn't exceed 100 in a week.

But I didn't give up. Why?

Because I thought my writing was much better than those damn ［Childhood Friend. High School Classmate. And Department Senior.］.

My novel, which had been serialized for 10 or 20 episodes, finally reached a turning point when it was around episode 30.

I am so grateful to the readers who followed my writing from the very beginning and left comments every time.

It was thanks to the sincere review written by ［White Snow Flower］.

Thanks to the influx of readers through reviews, my novel grew bigger and bigger, and by the time it reached the 50th episode, it had achieved the feat of reaching 20th place in real-time views in the Novel World.

I enjoyed a grand drinking party that day because I had surpassed the rankings of those beggarly ［Childhood friend. High school classmate. And department senior］even just once.

With my income increasing rapidly, I was obsessed with the desire to make a proper cover.

No matter how much erotic novels excite people with their words, I could not ignore the visual medium.

The cover was the only thing that could show the heroine's facial features, body shape, clothing, and atmosphere all at once.

That's why I started looking for an illustrator who could draw Kang Su-yeon, the heroine of my novel ［I Locked Her Up］, which I had been racking my brain over.

It took a whole week to choose an illustrator.

The two people who gave me the most trouble until the end were:

Cporia, with her smooth lines and overwhelming details.

HNE, with her perfect composition and who knew exactly where to put the focus.

It was clear that both artists were well-known in the industry.

In the end, I had to choose one with tears in my eyes, and I chose HNE.

At the time, I thought I would ask Cporia to do the same later, but the moment I received H

NE's first sketch.

I was convinced that I would never have to look for another artist again.

Illustrators are called alchemists, but this was more than alchemy.

It may be a bit obscene, but the artist was someone who knew exactly what 'gollim' was.

He had a philosophy about the length of a skirt that was too tight, and he knew how much of the neckline of a tied-up hair should be revealed to look the prettiest.

Every time I made a request, I couldn't help but applaud.

Me, a rookie in erotic novels. HNE, a rookie in erotic images.

This duo. How are you going to stop them!

It was [I imprisoned her.], who is currently the top predator in the novel world.

Of course, I couldn't say this to the author directly.

This was just my inner intimacy.

Even though I had already commissioned work about a dozen times, we rarely had private conversations.

Even so, I've become quite famous, so do you know what my novel is?

Maybe you do?

But I didn't ask because I felt bad about bragging about something I hadn't asked about.

I didn't bother to ask.

As far as I remember, today is the day the new illustration is released...

But I didn't even check my email, which I would have checked if it were normal, because I was busy with my design deadline.

Should I take a break and check my illustrations?

I stretched my body and got up from my seat and went to the bathroom.

No matter how much everyone was concentrating on their work, I couldn't openly look at the pornographic images in the design room where people were coming and going.

I locked the door and checked my mailbox.

[This is HNE. I'm sorry, author. I have some urgent matters, so the deadline will be delayed a little. I'll finish it and send it to you by tomorrow morning!

This was the first time I couldn't meet the deadline, so I understood, but I couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Haa... I thought I'd at least look at that to heal myself and start modeling again.

[It's okay! Just focus on quality and finish the work well!]

It was a shame, but there was nothing I could do. I had no choice but to wait.

I returned to my desk and sighed deeply.

"Eh ... My friends... all seem to work from home."

There's no one I can comfortably ask.

There was nothing I could do at times like this.

At this moment, I had to become the hyena of the design room.

I started to wander around the design room to see if there was any Laca on someone's desk.

Please... anyone...

There should be at least one person...

Oh my!

I found Laca at the table by the window in the corner of the design room where there were few people, and checked who the seat was for.

Hmm... It's not easy.

That's because the seat was occupied by Han Na-eun, a junior I'd hardly ever talked to.

The reason I knew her, even though we hadn't had a proper conversation, was because she was the most beautiful in the current year.

She was hard to see, so I had never seen anyone close to her among the kids.

I was a little embarrassed...hmm...

I looked at my watch and stopped hesitating.

Is this the time for me to drink?

I strode to her seat and grabbed the lacquer on her desk.

"Hey, Naeun! I need this..."

That was the moment.

I couldn't finish my sentence after looking at her laptop screen.

Because... on the screen...

Was the finished version of the flesh-toned illustration that I hadn't received today.

"Huh?,.

Hannaeun's already white skin had become even paler.