On the stifling hot afternoon of early autumn, the cats were dozing off in their nests in the living room, the master bedroom was tightly closed.
The curtains were drawn, blanketing the room. But some light seemed to leak into the room from the seams, dyeing the dim room with some light.
Qin Fanglu leaned against the headboard, his silk nightgown not fastened with belt and his wide-open collar hung low, exposing his still clear abs lines at its relaxed state.
His firm legs were wide open, a wooden drawing board was firmly propped on his bent right leg, the tip of the pencil made light rustling sounds as it landed intermittently on paper.
The sunlight fell right onto the drawing paper, illuminating it. The rough lines of the pencil had borne the outline of a half-human half-bird person, like a young angel that has yet to transform thoroughly.
Upper body that of a bird and wings, yet his lower half was of spotless white humanoid legs.
The humanoid avian person was among tangled mess of vines in some tropical rainforest and was bending down to pick up a mushroom from the ground. His slim body almost folded in two, his smooth and round butt was sticking up upwards, unable to be covered with his short tail feathers.
Qin Fanglu casually wrote short sentences on the side——
[He got lost and descended on the human world, bare as a newborn baby, pure and holy, untainted by even a speck of dust.]
[A non-human entity, noble and lofty, peculiar and bizarre, one who shall not be tarnished.]
[Everything in the human world was new to him: the rain in the forest, the mushrooms that appeared after the rain. He doesn’t have the slightest suspicions and distrust as he probes and explores this new and curious world, unfolding his wings to hold the mushrooms. But the angel doesn’t know, the human world is actually a place even more filthy than hell.]
The tip of his pencil moved lightly and several more vines grew quietly in the rainforest. While the angel was absorbed in studying the mushrooms, they silently wound around his slender waist, wings, and ankles; the thickest vine approached him from behind.
The innocent angel flapped his wings in panic only to find himself unable to move.
The thick and coarsely fuzzy green vines ruthlessly entered the unexplored piece of flesh.
The rustling sounds of pencil moving suddenly stopped, the drawing board fell onto the bedside and the air slowly became stuffy.
The room was quiet, but there was a kind of discreet sensation in that tranquility.
Qin Fanglu lazily sunk into the pillow, his right hand held on the pencil as if holding a cigarette.
The exposed abdominal muscles gradually constricted, making the contours even more profound.
The silence lasted for a long time, the autumn breeze suddenly blew, muffled sounds of birds chirping far away could be heard briefly. The surging dust in the air slowly settled, returning to calm.
Qin Fanglu put the pencil on the bedside cabinet and pulled out a wet tissue with his fingers.
His breathing rhythm quickly subsided, Qin Fanglu then tied his nightgown belt and threw the wet tissue into the trash, his other hand picked up the drawing paper on the bedside.
He pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, revealing a thick stack of drawing paper inside, almost all of which were pencil sketches drawn carelessly.
Qin Fanglu also put his newest piece of the humanoid avian inside.
Yes, this is how Qin Fanglu has been satisfying his needs all along.
During his college years, Cheng Kai had held up the “Good Bros” principle and once upon a time, resolutely stuffed a CD into Qin Fanglu’s arms, and even *mysteriously* flaunted, “Those are all my Careful Selection1IDK if the author intended it but 精挑细选 (means carefully chosen/selected) is also a song name, I guarantee no one dislikes them.”
Qin Fanglu declined calmly at the time, “I can’t use it.”
Cheng Kai made an expression that practically says ‘I understand you’ and said, “Damn! I really don’t know, what kind of pervert are you ah? There’s basically any kind you can imagine in there: real people, Fictional ones, any kind of sexual orientations and plays. There must be something you would like.”
But Qin Fanglu still stood his ground, “Thank you, but I have no use it.”2Qin Fanglu here said 我用不上, which can be translated to “I don’t need it” or “I have no use for it”, but it could also be read “I can’t get it up with this”
A question mark appeared above Cheng Kai’s head. Just as he was wholly convinced that Qin Fanglu was a frigid and indifferent person, Qin Fanglu brought him to look at what was inside his drawer.
After looking at the numerous sketches of bizarre fantasies of every description imaginable, with vast and diverse scenes and poses, Cheng Kai looked as if he was struck by thunder, “Dog Qin, I know you are a pervert, but I didn’t know you are this kind of pervert.”
“Such skillful content for masturbation, ordinary people definitely can’t be roused,” Cheng Kai commented bluntly.
Qin Fanglu’s eyes swept over his old works, “It’s fine.”
Cheng Kai was still in a state of shock, “Those sketches are all only half-way done ah. If you just casually take one of them and add some details and colors, it would definitely be enough to enter Louvre. Why didn’t you finish them?”
Qin Fanglu said his reason so naturally, “I don’t have any interest drawing it after the deed was done.”
So each of those drawings were really messy. Most of the plot and settings were completed in his mind, but only a few strokes were put down onto the paper.
Qin Fanglu wasn’t a person so attached to desires and lust, he only drew a piece when he was in the mood occasionally and has lived well these past few years.
Even if he continued to live like this for the next few decades, he felt that there would be no problem.
Qin Fanglu drew the curtains open, letting rays of light enter the room once again, and then opened the windows to let in the fresh air.
Tomorrow he had to bring the Tech Department for a trip, he was going to pack himself simple luggage.
Suddenly, his phone screen lit up. Qin Fanglu just received a message from the head of the production team for the Anthology Dounjinshi he was in, urging him: [Is Teacher Balls online? I’m really sorry! Due to schedule issues, the deadline for the manuscript was advanced to this weekend, which is just three days from now. I wonder if Teacher would be able to do it ya? (Weeping Frenziedly)]
Qin Fanglu had only published single-author doujinshis thus far, this was the first time he published one together with other authors and artists.
Most production teams were simply afraid to contact BALLS. This time they contacted him because Qin Fanglu has produced some food in this pit3Referring to a CP/ship before and also because Cheng Kai knew the organizer.
Qin Fanglu thought it over, he would still be on a trip with his subordinates in three days so he could only draw during the journey.
He has already drawn pretty much everything, so he likely wouldn’t take much time. Thus he sent a message to the organizer: [I can.]
After sending it, Qin Fanglu put his tablet into his suitcase.
***
Ruan Cunyun has long prepared his luggages early. At first he thought that it’s just a trip and wouldn’t be very nervous, yet when he was actually about to face it, he was so anxious he couldn’t even eat properly.
Oh God, spending nine hours a day with colleagues and bosses everyday was already incredibly tormenting, yet for the next three days, from Wednesday to Friday, they are going to spend a full 72 hours together! Eating together, Living together!
Ruan Cunyun really didn’t know how he could get through those times at all.
When the anxiety struck, Ruan Cunyun usually would scroll down on Weibo, but BALLS hasn’t posted new content. Her last Weibo was still the notification for the last Live broadcast.
Ruan Cunyun switched to log in on his main account and private messages flooded in crazily, all of which were his fans’ urging for more content.
[Wifey, if you don’t release new content, I’ll drive you back to your maiden house!!]4休了 is a term in ancient times where the man abandons the wife by driving them to their maiden house, basically a divorce
[Has Yaya posted new photos today? Woww, nothing apparently~~]
[Ya Mei, If I don’t see you again, that means my parts aka beautiful and fine character and spirit have ceased to exist. You also don’t want to see me cease to exist right, Ya Mei?]
Ruan Cunyun scrolled down his Weibo account and found the last time he posted new works was during summer vacation. It had indeed been quite a long time since he last posted. He actually also missed those feelings when he was praised by many viewers after posting the photos.
It seems like it’s time to cultivate and make a comeback in Jiang Hu5Actually means martial arts world but here refers to the field someone was in.
On Wechat, a group of four people’s messages kept flashing on the notifications, the three others kept raining down @s and crowding Ruan Cunyun’s screen.
Young Madame Qiangwei: [Calling for Yaya, Calling for Yaya. @Cun @Cun @Cun]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [Calling for Fei2, Calling for Fei2. @Feiry Handsome]
Feiry Handsome: [What’s up, Young Madame?]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [Do you guys want to go out and see outdoor sceneries!!]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [I just found a super beautiful place! The place is a bit far from city centers but really incredibly amazing!!]
Cun: [I also just thought about posting some content!]
Qi Chang: [Your brain frequencies are pretty similar]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [How about we try something new this time?]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [Do you guys want to wear Hanfu?]
Feiry Handsome: [Waahhhhh good ah! I have been craving that for a long time hehehehe.]
Cun: [Me also can.]6The “I” here is a dialect so I used “me” instead
Cun: [I can’t wait, when will we go?]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [I can go buy the clothes in stores, I’m also familiar with cosplaying makeup and photography, we can do it soon]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [How about this Saturday? Quick planning, quick action.]
Cun: [Wu, I will still be in my company’s group trip this Friday QAQ, I might not make it in time.]
Cun: [Where is that outdoor scenery?]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [Is that so ah! Then just in case you can’t make it, let’s just do it next weekend, it’s all the same anyway.]
Young Madame Qiangwei: [it’s here, isn’t it so so pretty! (picture)]
Bai Qiangwei sent a screenshot over. The picture was of flaming red maple covering the whole mountains and valleys, the poetic kind akin to the Autumn Maple Leaves Redder February Flowers7霜叶为何红于二月花 (Autumn Maple Leaves Redder February Flowers) is a poem by Du Mu.
On the bottom of the picture was the name of the scenic spot: Fengxi Valley.
Translator’s note:
I know ML might sound freaky to some of you (which you ought to have known since Siren X Octopus) but I promise he is a gentleman and a green-flag guy 😭😭😭
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