Ero Manga Sensei - a chinese web novel
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| Ero Manga Sensei |
Original Name
《エロマンガ先生 妹と開かずの間》 BY FUSHIMI TsukasaSynopsis
The “new sibling romantic comedy” revolves around Masamune Izumi, a light novel author in high school. Masamune’s little sister is Sagiri, a shut-in girl who hasn’t left her room for an entire year. She even forces her brother to make and bring her meals when she stomps the floor. Masamune wants his sister to leave her room, because the two of them are each other’s only family.Masamune’s novel illustrator, pen name “Ero Manga Sensei”, draws extremely perverted drawings, and is very reliable. Masamune had never met his illustrator, and figured he was just a disgusting, perverted otaku. However, the truth is revealed… that his “Ero Manga Sensei” is his own younger sister! To add to the chaos that erupts between the siblings, a beautiful, female, best-selling shoujo manga creator becomes their rival!
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Chapter 1
One day in April, I was making dinner inside the kitchen. Suddenly *Bang*! The ceiling shook a bit."Wait a little longer!"
*Bang bang bang bang*
"Got it, got it, got it! I got it already!"
I took the hot frying pan in one hand, the other snapped an egg open and put it inside.
*Zzzzhtttttt* I took another look at the egg and sighed.
--- So troublesome.
In order to understand what is going on, you have to know about us.
My name is Izumi Masamune. Fifteen years old. First year, high school.
My little sister's name is Izumi Sagiri. Twelve years old.
Right now, for various reasons, I'm living alone with my little sister.
She is the only family member I have right now. She rarely leaves her room --- in other words, a hikikomori. Of course, she doesn't go to school either.
Not only that, but she hasn't even opened the door to me - her own brother who, in her parents' place, has been taking care of her.
I thought hikikomori no longer exists.
She is a clean freak, but if I don't go outside, she probably won't take a bath. The only conversation between us brother and sister was the ceiling banger just now.
Really, so troublesome.
Despite that, I have my own share of problems too. However, the truth is that this is probably the only thing troubling me.
"Okay, finished."
Double sided fried eggs with tomato and lettuce - a salad dish. The only spice I used was a small amount of salt since I couldn't be sure of my little sister's taste.
"Just like a supper."
After a year, I became used to making this meal. I put everything on a dish and headed toward my little sister's room. Passing by the nearly empty first floor, I took the stairs.
With every step, the floor made a squeaking sound. This sound was like a dinner bell for my little sister.
Living alone in a two story building, this house is too big for us.
On the door to my hikikomori little sister's room, there was a cute heart shape brand with the words 'Sagiri' written on.
I gently knock on the door.
"Sagiri, dinner is here."
Then I wait.
A minute of silence ~ then I put the dish on the floor.
"I left it here, have a good meal."
I used a finger to massage my temple as countless words in my head turned into a sigh. Then I took a paper and pen out and began writing.
Putting my message on paper and leaving it with the dish – today too, I had to do that to communicate with my little sister.
--- Come out and let me see you.
That was my only wish.
A year ago, I had begun fighting. Of course, that was a metaphor. However, if you asked what I was fighting against, well....
Against my little sister who refused to leave her room. Against our guardian who barely visited. While still a high school student - that kind of fighting.
We brother and sister are not related by blood. We are just two kids who followed our parents when they remarried. Then they left us to enjoy their honeymoon. No matter how I look at it, they acted like a lovey dovey high school couple.
The next part was something I'd rather not remember, so allow me to skip it. In short, right now, we siblings are the only ones living here.
After that... my only little sister hid inside her room.... and never tried to communicate with anyone anymore.
"What are you doing?"
I whispered, unsure whether I was asking myself or my little sister. Probably both.
After finishing dinner, I returned to my room on the first floor and sat down in front of the table.
"Alright, let's start working."
I started my B5-size laptop.
I'm now working as a professional novelist. Colloquially speaking, you can call me a light novel writer.
During my first year in middle school, I got a prize in a light novel writing contest. Since then, for three years, I worked and went to school at the same time. It was rare for a writer to still be in middle school, so there was no one younger than me in this field.
Because I got a prize on my first attempt, there were a lot of writer's troubles and hardships that I didn't understand. At that time, I thought 'I'm a genius' and got a bit arrogant. However, my newfound false confidence was soon crushed.
Now, I only thought that it was 'Just my luck.'
My pen name is Izumi Masamune. Basically my real name.
I kept it a secret from my family, and my co-worker also helped me. Thus, even my classmates didn't know that someone who was still in high school like me, was an author.
--- Until ...
"What would have happened? If I was exposed?"
I muttered uneasily.
This was because yesterday was the first time I took part in a signing event. The first autograph event after three years of debuting.
I would feel very embarrassed if my classmates found out, so I always refused that kind of event. However, yesterday was a special case.
Last month, I wrote a novel about fighting with special powers. After that, I finally decided that this is the time for 'Izumi Masamune' to appear in public.
That's why, yesterday, I went to the venue located in Ikebukuro, Sunshine.
It was fun.
Although at first I was a bit afraid of my admirers, I soon grew used to it. This was a rare chance to see how well-received my work was, after all.
It was fun! I was very happy! Really happy! I like this character a lot -- like that.
To be able to directly hear my fan say that gave me a huge boost in confidence and courage. It was like a whole new window had been opened in front of me. I was so grateful toward my editor who told me to do this.
Everything was fine so far.
Still, after the autograph event ended, I noticed one thing.
After fans of Izumi Masamune met him, they would surely share it on the Internet.
Although this event only allowed signing and forbid taking pictures, the fact that I'm a high school student was revealed during my talk with them. Since my pen name is similar to my real name, there is a good chance that someone found out that I'm the high school student Izumi Masamune.
This isn't good. Definitely not good.
If someone at school called me 'Izumi-sensei' or the like, I'd probably die of embarrassment.
That's why ----
I'm now trying to search for my own name on the Internet.
"...Ha...phew....calm down....."
I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
I remembered that during my first debut, I once made the same mistake. After that, the trauma was so bad that I swore I'd never search for my own pen name or novels.
Back then, the psychological damage was so bad that even now, I had trouble just thinking about it. So I'm truly impressed by those authors who could calmly read all those review about their works.
Leaving it aside for the moment. Under the firm knowledge about how dangerous my actions were, I started searching about the autograph event yesterday.
"Hm..."
Then I browsed through various blogs and read their comments.
"It was fun to be able to talk with Izumi-sensei" -- No no, to be able to see my reader having such a good time, I'm the one who had fun. Hm ...here it said "Izumi-sensei is so young, just like the legend said" Hm? What legend?
---- Phew ... Everything is fine...for now.
I pat my chest and began reading about the impression of this event.
So far, nothing seemed out of ordinary....
Just when I was thinking that, something caught my eye.
"Ugh"
"Izumi-sensei's signature is so hard to read"
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
I screamed.
"Ahhh.....ahhh....."
"Sensei's handwriting is really bad ~~"
"Wow...."
"Really, truly bad"
"So bad"
"Where did he go to during elementary school?"
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
There should be a limit to how much you want to badmouth me. This is the worst I have ever seen!
*Tap tap tap*
"You damn blog! It's not like I had a choice! I never practiced signing in the first place! How could I know what I should do when you suddenly showed me a paper filled with your blessings? I'm a writer, not an artist, damn it!"
I typed furiously on my keyboard.
Then---
---- *Bang*
My little sister slammed on the floor, showing me a perfect "So noisy!" protest.
Her room is directly above mine.
"....Well...well...well...."
I looked at the ceiling and bit my lip.
This is it! This is why I hate Internet! I wanna cry already!
Even if they were anonymous comments, they should know what can be said and what can't.
Just remember that!
*Tap*
My tear gently fell on the laptop.
It was now 7:00 pm. In order to get a new book to change my mood, I went to the Takasago bookstore. This is a self-employed bookstore. It had two floors and, despite it not being very large, it had a good amount of light novels and a nice atmophere.
"Really... exaggerations. This is normal on the Internet."
Saying those word with a wry smile is this bookstore's mistress, Takasago Tomoe. A girl with long smooth black hair with a particularly delicate feminine appearance.
Wearing an apron, she is my classmate and one of the few individuals who knows the truth about Izumi Masamune.
Three years ago, during the time I made my debut, her father caught me because of my suspicious actions (I was actually only trying to see if someone came and bought my book). It was one of my most embarrassing memories.
After that, I became her friend.
Right now, it was her break time. We were chatting inside the staff room.
"Really? It was normal? Then...."
"Yes. Writer. Artist. Anime director. Everyone gets it at some point. Well, just think of it as a tax for fame, don't pay it too much attention."
"I..I'm not that famous."
"...Is that so?"
I think you are a bit too optimistic.
Sadly, it was the truth.
Because my writing speed is quite fast, my fame remained nearly unchanged since my debut. After the third story from Izumi Masamune came out, I had become a somewhat famous writer. At the very least, I had never ended a book midway, so I was considered quite loyal in my work.
Due to the unexpected success of my books, the novel 'The Silver Wolf' became the first one to be reprinted.
"Don't think too hard about it. Such small comments won't affect anything."
"Somehow your words sound even worse than them...."
"Ahaha. Say...."
Tomoe took her smartphone out, clicked something and said:
"I took a look just now. Here, isn't that your illustrator's blog?"
"!"
Both of my eyes widened.
"Really? For real?"
"Yup"
"Let me take a look!"
"Here, this is the pen name, isn't it?"
Tomoe showed me that blog's name.
It read 'Eromanga's blog'. Just from reading that name, you might think that this is a blog aimed to introduce perverted manga or something like that.
However, right under that, something else was written:
Active Illustrator. Pen name came from an island. There is no relation to ero manga.
".....It really is...."
This 'Eromanga' is my current illustrator. He had been working with me since my debut, so I'm very grateful. After three year of working together, I felt that 'we are a good team', yet ---
"Wow wow wow! What is he doing!"
The one who was badmouthing me was him!
"Masa-san, have you met Eromanga-sensei?"
"No! We only contact each other through our editor!"
In fact, I didn't even know if this person is male or female. Well, since he always displayed moe illustrations, he's probably male.
An illustrator is someone who was appointed by an editor, so normally we didn't directly contact each other. Even after three years, I had never met him face to face.
"Uhm ~ does that mean he hates you?"
"Wait! You mean my own illustrator hates me?"
"Isn't that the truth? I got the feeling he was quite mad at you."
"Really....?"
But why? Did I do something to offend him?
When we just started working together, I once complained 'What is with that perverted pen name'. Did he hear me say that? No no wait...with a name like 'Eromanga', anyone would have made that connection.
"If he hated me, I should apologize...but how can I do that..."
"Don't ask me, I don't know either."
Tomoe shrugged her shoulders.
"Still, I think it's strange that after three years of working together, you two know absolutely nothing about each other. Didn't your editor have something to say?"
"Well, even among the editors, no one has met Eromanga-sensei. He took all of his jobs via the internet. His contract specifically requested to keep his identity a secret."
"Ha, what a strange style."
Tomoe bluntly expressed her opinion. I agreed with her. I had my situations too, so he's probably got his own.
"Have you tried searching Eromanga on the Internet?"
"I did. But all the results point to the Eromanga website."
That is normal.
"Think about it more. How about adding your pen name, or your novel's name to the search?"
"Do you think of me as someone who would search his own name and novel?"
"...~ Ah right. You are such a doctrine person."
"Right. So, I'd be very happy if you could do some searching about it for me."
"Sure sure."
Tomoe started flicking with her smartphone again.
"You said searching, but actually I just browsed through his blog. Apart from illustrations, there are a lot of other things."
"Like what?"
"Like...mostly uploaded videos."
"Uploaded videos? But isn't he an illustrator?"
What kind of video would he upload?
"For example... some live streaming video...like that...?"
"Hm ~ I don't get it."
"Ah, look Masa-san, this is the newest update. Eromanga-sensei is going to have another live feed today. Do you want to take a look?"
Thus, at the 'Takasago bookstore', I bought some new light novels. One of my rules was to never buy any books via the Internet, so I looked everywhere else for more. It wasn't very comfortable, but that is my rule.
I opened the door to my home, full of excitement.
"I'm home ~"
No response just like usual. Still, I didn't mind it at all. I shouted at the stairs.
"Sagiri ~ once you finished your meal, be sure to leave it outside your room ~"
Then I returned to my room and back to my laptop.
"Live streaming video... right here!"
After my talk with Tomoe, a spark of curiosity toward 'Eromanga-sensei' appeared in my mind. Although three years ago, I quickly gave up about him, but....
What does he look like? What is his voice like? What is he like?
What does he think about my novel?
I clicked my mouse and viewed that blog.
It seemed like this blog was created a long time ago, there was a lot written here. Aside from his comment about my signature, there were many other things that made me angry.
"...Kuh."
I paused because the video had started running.
When it just started....
First, the screen showed a very basic style.
--- In other words, Eromanga-sensei is about to appear.
However, contrary to my expectations, the screen showed a pink notice 'A talk with everyone while drawing illustrations'.
[Stand by] [Waiting] Then the screen began to move from right to left.
"It's starting...so...what will he be like?"
My eyes fixed on the screen. Then a small voice sounding like it had gone through a voice changer came out:
"Ah! Good night everyone. Today I will have a talk with you while drawing. Pleased to meet you."
[I love you Ero-sensei!]
[I love you Ero-sensei!]
[Pleased to meet you.]
[I love you Ero-sensei!]
"I, I do not know someone like that!"
[This again]
[What is wrong with your pen name]
[You choose this name because you wanted to draw ero illustrations right?]
"I told you it's not like that! You always called me Ero-sensei this Ero-sensei that!"
[Right right]
[I'm counting on you, be sure to show us a nice ero illustration!]
Looked like -- this is how he always greets his fans.
Hmhm.... directly communicating with fans... I'm jealous.
I imagined myself doing that -- still, doing a live video stream while writing a novel...I bet it is going to be very boring.
"I will say it beforehand, there is no ero illustration today."
The screen turned into a sea illustration. Then a digital pen appeared.
However, that meant no one saw Eromanga-sensei.
"Today, I want to show everyone this illustration - from Izumi Masamune sensei's 'The Silver Wolf's Reincarnation', one of the main heroines, Beniusagi-chan! She is my favorite character. Although during the third volume, Izumi-sensei didn't revive her!"
Ah, sorry.
I said sorry inside my head. So Eromanga-sensei liked this girl. I remembered that the illustration for this character took him quite some time.
Could it be that that was the reason he is angry?
"Really, Izumi-sensei is too much. Such a cute girl, yet he mercilessly killed her. She was like a daughter to me!"
While showing his anger toward me, the digital pen kept moving.
No wait! Wait a sec! This can't be helped! This was a fighting novel!
Your resentment should go toward the one who killed her, Kinshishi (The final boss of volume 3).
"? "
Eromanga-sensei began coloring Akaiusagi while humming a song.
...Hm ~ so that's how an illustration is created.
Totally unlike what I was expecting.
The cursor kept moving back and forth. Even if you stared at the screen, you wouldn't be able to keep up with its trajectory. Not only that, sometimes the digital pen and mouse were moving at the same time. What a magic-like skill.
Actually, no matter what kind of job it was, as long as it reached professional level, people will find that simply watching is enjoyable.
After a while, the topic became 'Izumi Masamune-sensei's autograph event'.
"Ah, regarding the rumor about the autograph event to celebrate 'Silver Wolf', I'm so sorry, but I can't go. Because I can't allow my indentify to be exposed. So please let Izumi-sensei know."
[What's wrong? Are you a lolicon?]
[Is the legend true? Izumi-sensei is actually a beautiful elementary school girl?]
"Shut up. I have never seen Izumi-sensei myself, so I don't know!"
The one who suggested that he was a lolicon just smiled wryly. Maybe someone would feel complicated if this was the truth, but I was moved. This is something truly amazing.
However, the one who said that I'm a beautiful elementary schoolgirl... is probably just trying to tease me.
My name is clearly a male name... how could they come to that conclusion?
"Still, I heard that Izumi-sensei's signature is very bad."
[Yeah, truly truly bad]
[It was like a bad drawing]
You guy shut up! Even if it was the truth, you had no right to say it!
Damn it! If I meet him, I'd surely give him a piece of my mind!
"So, it's done ~? "
[Nice Ero ~]
[Wowahhhhhhh]
[Thank you for your hard work]
[Today was fun too]
[So cute ~~]
A lot of comments popped up. Yes, it truly was a good illustration.
[Can I take it as my wallpaper this time too, sensei?]
"Of course ~ you can ~ Thank you for watching ~"
The illustration was done, but the live video streaming still continued. Probably going into chat time.
"Phew ~ After talking so much, I'm so tired."
Eromanga-sensei let out a tired breath.
"Every time I made a live video, the illustration turned out to be good."
[Kinshishi's illustration is nice too]
[Everything is OK]
[How about some anime character now?]
"Hey wait, you guys request too many things! Wait a sec!"
A moment of silence, then the computer screen which was currently being shown was cut off. Next someone wearing an anime character mask and headphone appeared.
[Wow wow]
[Nice]
--- Heh, so he switched the camera. Which meant that this is Eromanga-sensei.
Unlike a normal televised broadcast, whatever he decided to show us next is random, but it's not a bad thing.
He was wearing an anime character mask, with a large coat and a hat - so I couldn't make sure what he looked like. But even though the room was dark with an unclear picture, I could say that he was much smaller than I expected.
Eromanga-sensei took out an anime magazine and flipped to a page with a famous character ranking. Of course there wasn't any character of mine in there.
"Take a pick from here. Ah, if possible, choose someone I like. I prefer it that way."
Then a lot of request popped up on the screen. Eromanga-sensei happily chatted with everyone -- but I didn't join in.
"..........."
Because now is not the right time.
"..............."
Those happy conversations didn't enter my ear at all. I said nothing, all of my attention focused on the unclear streaming video.
"......................... What is going on?"
Looking behind sensei's back, at the room - I muttered.
There -- lied the dinner that I just made for my little sister.
"Haaaa!?"
About a minute later, I recovered and frankly shook my head.
The live streaming video was still running. On my laptop's screen was still that someone with a large coat and an unclear room. People were still chatting.
But if I looked carefully, I could see the familiar double-sided egg, the salad made with tomato and lettuce, even the dish was the same as the one in my family kitchen.
"What exactly is going on?"
I muttered again. My head felt a bit clearer than before, but I was still unable to understand.
"A coincidence...?"
No way. There was only one truth about it, but I still found it hard to believe.
"...Could it be...this video...came from...my home?"
I looked at the ceiling and whispered.
No way. No way. No way. But....
"Could it be that.... She is my little sister?"
Even I was scared of this idea.
Eromanga-sensei used a voice changer, wore a large coat and a mask. In other words, there is nothing strange if he turned out to be a girl.
.....I was unable to discard this theory.
Could it be --- Sagiri - the one who never left her room, the one who never communicated with anyone - is the same one who could happily talk with her fans, my novel illustrator?
"....Could it be? How low is this chance?"
To tell the truth, I was confused. But at the same time, an idea appeared in my mind.
--- This is a chance.
That's right.
If 'Eromanga-sensei' = 'My little sister, Sagiri' then....
Right now, on my laptop's screen could be my little sister, who refused to go out of her room....right?
Although it was hard to believe, but there was a chance! I had given up after a year, but now a golden chance fell on my lap. There is no way I could waste it!
"Think! Think!"
Holding my head with both hands, I dropped my elbow on the table.
"....Damn....Damn it! I can't think of anything!"
True, I was watching a live video, but all I could do is type something and sent it to her! What good would that do? What exactly should I say?
[Are you my little sister?] - Denied.
[How about going outside for a while?] - Rejected.
What difference was it compared to when I brought her meals? I even had a bad feeling about doing that. It would only complicate things later.
When I was mentally kicking myself, the 'what would the next illustration be about' talk had come to an end. Eromanga-sensei returned to the front of the camera.
"Then next video is tomorrow, everyone."
Damn it! Time over! What should I do ?
When I couldn't think of anything ---
Eromanga-sensei made a small mistake.
"See you next time. Bye bye ~? "
[Thank you for your hard work]
[I'm looking forward to it]
[Thank you for your hard work again]
[Huh?]
In short, someone forgot to turn off the camera after the show.
[Wow wait it's still continuing www]
[I love Ero Sensei! www]
[Camera Camera!]
[You forgot your camera]
Regretfully, Eromanga-sensei didn't pay attention to her fan's reminder.
....This is going to be bad... right?
This mistake could well lead to the tragedy of allowing whoever was watching that video to see that person's 'true self'.
For example - or rather, worst case scenario, imagine someone who runs naked in front of the camera and did some perverted things that caused people to curse them. Not to mention the danger of exposing your private life to the public.
This is bad. This is really, really bad – hey, hey, wait for me.
I jumped up from my chair.
The reason was because something unexpected happened on the screen.
"Ah ~~ I got so much fun. I'm so hungry, yet I forgot to eat the meal."
Eromanga-sensei stood up and started take of his clothes.
First was the stocking. Then the large coat fell off when he was moving outside of the camera's range. Next the mask fell down in front of the camera.
[Hey! Ero Manga sensei's true identity is going to be revealed!]
[Probably a pervert though]
[Damn it! I can't see anything. Come back here ~]
[Why do you want to watch a male change his clothes?]
[Hey, what a colorful stock]
[It might be good www]
*Clank clank*
"NOT GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!"
I picked my laptop up and ran outside.
Toward the second floor, toward someone who 'refused to leave her room'.
"Not good! Not good! Definitely not good!"
You guys understand, right?
If Eromanga-sensei is my little sister.
If they are the same person!
Then my little sister's naked body is going to be revealed for the whole world to see!
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPP!!!!!"
*Bang!*
I slammed on my little sister's room's door like I want to crush it down.
* Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*I kept banging on the door while looking at my laptop's screen.
"Cameraaaaaaaa!!!! You forgot to turn off your camera!!!!!!! Cameraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
"Damn it it's still running!"
This is the first time I tried calling for my little sister without caring about my image.
In short, I tried my damn best. Notice it for me! Notice it notice it notice it notice it !!!
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!* The sound of banging door doubled, because my laptop's speaker was emitting a same sound.
In other words - there is no doubt about it.
[What a loud knock!]
[Is his family causing trouble? www ]
The live video on the screen flicked and cut off.
"...It cut off....."
The corridor turned back to silence.
.....I didn't watch the last part of the video, but it looked like...I made it?
Crisis averted....right?
"Hah........phew ~~"
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. My shoulders were trembling from adrenaline rush.
"....I saved it. I saved.... my naked little sister....."
I deserved some praise, right?
Although I wasted a good opportunity.
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