#3. Mailbox

I was excited, but I wasn't confident in continuing the conversation.

Buildup. I needed time to prepare for the buildup.

"... If you contact me, pick it up. If you don't, I'll print out your artist name and illustrations and scatter them all over the school.',

Of course, I didn't really intend to do that.

She wasn't just some junior who got caught drawing porn.

She was my illustrator. My business partner.

I didn't want her to stop working or leave the industry because of me.

However, my pride wouldn't allow me to back down like this.

"...You can just pick it up."

She also answered curtly when I explained to her specifically what I was going to do.

I didn't like her unsubmissive attitude, but that gradually...

After leaving Hanna Eun's place, I went back down to the first floor to get the human model.

The human model, which was originally white, was completely painted red.

As if it had been red from the beginning.

It's similar to my novel [I Locked Her Up.] There was.

The novel begins with the kidnapping of a girl who knows nothing.

Whip and carrot. Mercy and ruthlessness.

The protagonist, who relentlessly pushes the heroine to her mental limit, eventually succeeds in turning the heroine into a completely different person.

The innocent girl disappears without a trace and is reborn as a devoted sex slave who devotes her body and mind only for the protagonist.

Maybe Hanna Eun too...

I shook my head as I briefly recalled Hanna Eun's face.

I needed to come to my senses.

"I repeat. This life is this life! This life is this life! This life is this life!!!!',

Do you know when a novelist feels the most crisis?

It's when inspiration comes from everyday situations that others don't care about.

Work is work and this life was this life.

The moment this boundary collapses.

I thought that there was no other profession that was perfect for becoming a very bad criminal.

I gathered up the models one by one and started planting people one by one on my final model with tweezers.

The distribution looks okay...

The human models are just tools to show the scale of the building model.

There was no need for that many.

After planting trees and putting in furniture one by one, I could see the sun rising.

"Ahh...',

I felt all the energy draining from my body.

I'm sure I saw the sun sitting here yesterday too...

I had to see the sun rising again from my seat.

Getting off... Getting off was urgent.

Panel...

I had to print the panel too...

After finishing the model to some extent, I took out my laptop to do some final computer work to correct it.

...What the heck.

Where did my charger go?

I couldn't see the laptop charger that I should have brought with me.

Really? Really?

I turned my bag inside out and emptied it all out, but I couldn't find the charger.

I'm screwed. I'm really screwed.

I checked the time on my phone and calculated the time it would take to get home.

It takes about an hour from my house to school.

It's a waste of time if you go back and forth.

But if you're unlucky and it overlaps with your work schedule, you'll have plenty of time to spare.

Because it takes time to print...

I can't believe this I couldn't finish it in that state.

I had to get a computer.

"Hey! Whimin!"

When I called his name while making a fuss next to him, Whimin looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why... You're so energetic... You can even speak so loudly.',

"Can I borrow your laptop?',

"No... I need to fix this bird's-eye view. Why. Are you in a hurry?',

"I left my charger at home.',

Whimin looked at me with a look that said, "What the hell is this kid?"

I know. I know.

Stop staring at me like that.

"Um... But most of them are working on the last minute, so I'm sure they're all working on their computers right now?",

He was right.

Actually, at this time, it was the time when we were gathering materials for the final presentation.

It was also the most hectic time.

"Let's take a look around the design room first. Maybe there's someone who only has models left.',

"Yeah. That would be better.',

I looked around the design room again, feeling impatient.

A laptop... someone who isn't using a laptop...

I think I should catch someone who's working on a model first...

Then what caught my eye was Hanna Eun, who was cutting a sheath in acrylic to express a window frame.

"Na Eun-ah!',

I hurriedly ran to her seat and shouted her name, and she let out a strange sound, as if she was startled.

"Oh my! I'm surprised!"

She dropped the knife she was holding on the floor.

Her eyes, glaring at me, were filled with hostility.

"I'm so busy, what's this time? You said it was different from before."

"No. No, can you lend me your laptop?"

"Why your laptop?",

"I left my laptop charger at home...",

She looked up at me with a look of bewilderment.

"Who doesn't bring their laptop charger on the deadline?",

I wanted to say, 'You're a bitch,' but right now, it was my autumn.

"Oh. Seriously, please. If you don't use it, is it okay if I use it until the deadline?',

"...What program do you need?",

"Me? I just need CAD and Rhino? I saw you have Photoshop earlier.',

"Ha..."

Hanna Eun let out a deep sigh as if she was annoyed.

"Take it. But just do your work. Don't touch anything like my folders.

Got it?',

"Yeah, yeah. Of course.",

At this moment, it didn't matter whether her laptop was HNE's or not.

I could make a deal with the devil if I could just get through today safely.

Hannaeun opened her laptop and unlocked it.

"I'll tell you again, don't touch my personal folder. Got it?"

"I'll keep that in mind! Thank you!",

After accepting her laptop, I opened an internet window to download all my work that I had backed up to my email.

I clicked on the email window, but it was a different screen than what I usually see.

This isn't my account… right?

It seemed to have been linked directly to her account due to the automatic login function.

I thought I should log out and go into my account…

but then an email that really caught my eye caught my eye.

The subject of the email was…

[Nam Ga-yeon's final version. JPG]

The finished version of the illustration I had entrusted to her was found in her mailbox.

Should I open it? Or not?

Since it was recorded in the sent mailbox anyway, there would be no record of viewing.

I looked around once and confirmed that Hwi-min was asleep, so I swallowed my saliva.

Click.

The finished version of my illustration that had been hidden behind a veil appeared on the screen.

Highly raised buttocks.

The sloppy, racy liquids flowing between her slits.

Huge breasts that defied gravity.

I couldn't help but say that it was really fucking awesome.

Is this really an illustration she drew?

Shock. It was the very definition.

I put my hand down from the mouse for a moment and looked at Hanna-eun again.

She was struggling because the acrylic wasn't cutting well,

I've thought about what it would be like to meet people like HNE in real life.

I thought they'd be unpleasant men who draw dirty pictures in the corner of the room...

....

The Hannaeun I see now is a delicate young lady herself.

She seems to have 100K followers on Instagram...

I couldn't keep the illustration up, so I closed the window again and logged in to my account.

Even though it came into my mailbox, an email with the same title was at the top.

[Nam Ga-yeon's final version.JPG]

It's a great illustration, but let's go home and look at it calmly and with a pious mind.

I quickly downloaded the file and started retouching.

The retouching process didn't take as long as I thought.

Shadow shading, texture of the finishing material. And some blurred people.

I could have been more detailed if I wanted to, but time didn't allow me to do that.

After finishing the panel arrangement, I went to the printing room and put my name on it.

"Whew...',

It's over...

Now I can finally say goodbye to this damn neighborhood living facility project.

I returned to my seat and collapsed on my chair.

This feeling of fatigue rushing over me all at once.

But if I fell asleep right now, I wouldn't be able to wake up during the presentation.

My laptop... I have to give it back.

After confirming that I had logged out properly, I pressed the end button and trudged over to Hanna Eun's seat.

She was leaning against the desk, breathing softly, as if she had finished the model and fallen asleep.

I put my laptop down quietly and looked closely at Hanna Eun's model for a moment.

Hanna Eun must have been very skilled with her hands, because I could see that the finishing touches were very neat.

It was amazing how even the curved parts, which could easily be misaligned if done even a little wrong, were perfectly angled.

Just looking at the model, it looked like a real architectural design. Why is she drawing such raunchy erotic pictures when she seems like she'll be successful?

And that afternoon,

I came to understand a little bit why she made that choice.

"Naeun. What's the point of just making a pretty model? There's no content at all.",

"Architecture isn't art. It's not all about being pretty. The concept contained within it is important.",

"Haa… This is so good in terms of the technique used to make it, I think I need to question myself.

Isn't it time to question myself?',

Hannaeun was bowing her head in front of the professors like a mean sinner, unable to say anything.

"I'm sorry…",

She was apologizing for her results.