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Sicheng didn't take the most pride in his work, but it kept him fed and most importantly, it was easy

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Sicheng didn't take the most pride in his work, but it kept him fed and most importantly, it was easy. He was already gonna masturbate, why not get paid for it? It was better than working at a host club, and he'd rather not waste his time on working to the bone for minimum wage, and instead focus full time on his art.

He was a Mangaka, he liked to write josei novels, enjoyed the artistic portrayal of romance and real world issues, and of course swayed by the beautiful art styles prevalent in the shoujo world. He spent most of his time either writing or illustrating his perfect story.

The problem was that he was a perfectionist, he was a talented artist by standards of any manga consumer or fellow mangaka, but he struggled to string along a story with true depth, and no amount of studying Ai Yazawa could give him the life experience needed to create an interesting and unique story.

He had no experience with romance, as much as he'd love to fantasize about it. There was no personal connection or subtlety to when he wrote about it, because of that, he never submitted his work to popular Shoujo publications.

In the meantime while he searched for inspiration, he started taking classes to improve his Japanese. He was conversationally legible, but not in a way that would make him versed enough to write for a multitude of different characters from diverse walks of life.

And it's not like knowing every phrase related to cum or anal sex was gonna help him, although he did consider taking up yaoi in a future work, wouldn't be too off kilter for a josei writer anyways since they have the same target audience after all.

He wanted to seek out adventure, but he had no idea how to approach people in Japan, and honestly with his fear of strangers it's probably best he didn't, it would just end in awkwardness. He only left his house when absolutely necessary, which usually meant getting food. With as close to being a hikikomori as he was now, he probably should've taken up a job at a host club.

At least taking on private sessions would be not only more lucrative, but less pressure for him, and he wouldn't have to think about how his face is plastered on the internet forever as a whore. He just hoped that whoever Mr. Nayu was had a plentiful fortune, and didn't get bored of 'WinWin.'

It got him to thinking, who is Mr. Nayu? He'd never seen a face, but given his dry typing, the fact that he used no slang, his financial status and the fact that his name contained an honorific, Sicheng assumed that he was much older. But don't older men here usually have a family? What type of married man is spending his money on a camboy instead of his wife and kids?

He was probably very closeted, and this was the only way his confused old mind could express his true feelings. But what about his poor – imaginary – wife? How would she feel? And his kids too, finding out their CEO dad never loved their mom, that society forced him into a marriage he was never happy in. That would be devastating.

Thinking about this was probably not helping his case, he doesn't even know this 'Mr. Nayu' character, it could be some zaibatsu kid with too much time on his hands. He should just accept the money and go on with his day, and in the meantime, maybe he could focus on making some friends while he was there.

It was strange that he gave Sicheng so much money in a country like Japan though, I mean we're talking about a place where Chinese prostitutes were worth half the price as Japanese ones. If Mr. Nayu gave Sicheng that much, how much did he give Japanese camboys?

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