Chap 2
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Plop! The third stone hit—this time right on the tip of my nose.
Hmph! Now I was mad. This was plain bullying!
Kicking someone when they're down—when I couldn’t even move!
“Come out!” I shouted in anger, but to my dismay, the volume barely matched that of a normal speaking voice.
My voice was hoarse and cracked, a rasp born from extreme thirst. The pain in my chest surged again. “Ha… ha…”
Then, from above, I heard soft laughter.
Compared to my strained, ragged voice, that laugh sounded like birdsong echoing through a deep valley—strangely pleasant and musical.
I couldn’t move, but that laugh captivated me.
I lifted my head toward the sound. There, not far from me to the right, was a tall, slender figure reclining sideways on a maple tree branch.
I blinked hard, then stealthily pinched my own thigh. It hurt—this wasn’t a dream!
He was right there in front of me, propped up on one arm, lying leisurely across a maple branch!
When I saw the scene clearly, I was stunned.
Don’t think I was shocked by his casual pose. That wasn’t the reason—I mean, there’s always someone better at something. Even I could climb trees; maybe he was a circus performer who liked napping on branches!
No, what really shocked me was… he was way too handsome!
The sunlight shone from behind him, backlighting his figure, so I couldn’t see his face clearly—but I could see his flawless, god-tier physique.
Actually, no. “Flawless” didn’t even do him justice. It was too weak a word.
From a professional point of view, his body proportions were absolutely divine.
Oh, right—I should probably introduce myself. I’m an artist. More specifically, I’m a manga artist. Even more specifically... I draw BL manga.
Yep, you guessed it. I’m just a useless shut-in who survives by fantasizing and sketching homoerotic comics to earn a few scraps of commission money—eating solo and freeloading on freedom!
But usually, I don’t describe myself in such detail. I prefer to keep it vague. Just saying I’m an artist makes me sound so classy and mysterious!
In my comics, male or female, all characters have long, slender legs—exaggerated proportions way beyond reality. I never thought such legs could exist in real life… until now. My worldview cracked in that moment. The man in front of me had perfect legs.
My eyes locked on his legs and refused to look away.
Long, straight, elegant—one leg bent, the other stretched out. Too thick and they’d be bulky, too thin and they’d be scrawny. But his were just right. Like a divine sculpture dropped by a celestial being. No way was there a second pair of legs this flawless on Earth.
“Ha…” He chuckled again, right in the middle of my starstruck stare and slobbering daze.
Did he want me to look away?
Dream on! Top-tier models like this only show up once in a lifetime!
I desperately wanted to grab my pencil and sketch him on the spot—those long legs were the perfect model for a beautiful bottom in a BL manga!
I couldn’t help it—it’s a professional reflex. When I see a good-looking guy, my brain automatically starts categorizing him.
Just by the silhouette, this one screamed gorgeous uke.
Think about it—those long legs, slightly bent in an alluring pose, pinned apart by a muscular seme, lying there between them, and then… blood boils!
My creative hunger surged. Vivid R-rated scenes flooded my mind until—two warm streams of liquid suddenly trickled from my nose.
Damn it! I was having a nosebleed!
- Writer
