After I Rescued a Beautiful Woman From a Stalker, She Started Spoiling Me and Turning Me Into a No-Good Freeloader

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Chapter 19 – Morning Paradise

I had a dream.

Sumire-san, wearing a transparent negligee over a heavenly robe, whispered in my ear.

“Youichi-san, you can do whatever you want to me.”

Argh! This must be my desire.

Let me clarify. I am not a virgin.

I had a girlfriend when I was attending art school, so I did it with her at that time.

However, it’s also true that ten years have passed.

At the peak of my twenties, even though I was surrounded by women at work, I was disillusioned with them. Ijichi-sensei was beautiful but hysterical, so I didn’t want to get close to her.

My senior female assistant was married, and didn’t really have a plump body type.

Other assistants often only lasted a month or so, and they quit before we could become friends. Plus, since it’s a workplace with little conversation and not much time, I couldn’t even attempt to seduce them.

That’s why I end up having such fantasies.

As I woke up, I felt a soft and warm sensation on my right arm.

Lately, it’s almost every morning.

Since moving in, Sumire-san has been touching my body almost every day.

And in the morning, she crawls into my bed.

“Good morning! Youichi-san”

“Y-yes! Good morning!”

Up until now, she would wake up before I woke up and prepare breakfast and clothes for me, but lately, when I wake up, she would be lying next to me and greets me in the morning.

Holding onto my right arm with an upward glance… This is paradise.

With just one more step, I could plunge into the swamp of hell known as pleasure. I was having such a vulgar thought.

The bandage was successfully removed from my left arm, but the puncture wound remained.

As a lingering effect, the strength in two of my fingers hasn’t returned.

If I touch something, the sensation comes back a little.

I haven’t told Sumire-san about this, but well, if I think of it as the price for helping someone, it’s a small price to pay.

“Is it morning already?”

“Yes. Breakfast has been prepared, so let’s get ready for the day.”

“Got it.”

For a man, it’s tough to stay close together, considering the physiological phenomena.

At this age, I never imagined a day would come when I’d soil myself in a dream.

I’ve never been to a place called a “night shop.”

Because I’ve never been there, it’s hard to make my debut at this age.

Old men are troublesome creatures.

As I get older, I find it hard to make excuses and get stuck when trying something new.

“Fufu, please wake up early.”

Though I was reluctant to part, Sumire-san released my arm, so after waiting for a while, I headed to the living room.

Now that the bandage on my left arm has been removed, changing clothes is much easier and my elbow and finger joints continue to rehabilitate.

“Today, I plan to prepare for work.”

“Prepare?”

“Yes. I’m planning to draw a few illustrations to use as business cards and post them on pixiv to be an illustrator. At the same time, I’m also planning to register on Twitter to recruit fans.”

I learned this kind of know-how from the previous editor, Nakai-san.

There were many editors coming and going to Ijichi’s place.

From serious-looking salarymen to tough-looking men, and from soft-looking women to thoughtful editors like Nakai-san, they were all different.

Among them, I think I relied on Nakai-san the most.

The editor-in-chief, who discovered Ijichi, was in the process of being replaced by a new editor, so the two of them took turns.

“I don’t understand the work of an illustrator, but please do your best.”

“Yes! If I don’t get a job first, I won’t be able to return to society! I’ll do my best! I’d feel really bad if I had to live my life just depending on Sumire-san forever.”

I talk to a woman 12 years younger than me, alternating between honorific language and casual language.

As far as possible, though, when she wants me to be friendly, I use casual language.

This is because I believe that unless I use honorific language as a courtesy, I will not be able to draw the line.

“I wish I could just take care of you forever, but my mother gave me advice that men find fulfillment in their work and become more energetic. It’s also a woman’s duty to support men.”

While looking at me, Sumire-san murmured something under her breath.

“Huh? Did you say something?”

“No, I just think it’s wonderful. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

“Well, then I have a favor to ask of you, Sumire-san.”

“What is it?”

When I said I have a request, Sumire-san’s face lit up with joy, as if she had been waiting for me to ask her.

“Yes! What is it? I’m happy to hear your request, Youichi-san.”

“T-thank you. Um, would you mind being the model for the illustration?”

“The model for the illustration? Me?”

“Yes. I want to draw a woman with black hair. Would that be okay?”

“Of course, that’s fine. But are you sure you want me to be the model?”

“Of course! Sumire-san fits the image of a beautiful black-haired woman in my mind.”