The culprit behind those dojin of me and Fuu—“Whisper Teacher”—has been found. Most copies of her new published work, *Crossdressing Boy X Crossdressing Master*, have been recalled. And there’s still plenty of time before the Elder Elves arrive.
Though bizarre rumors about me and Fuu still swirl around the academy—and lately, thanks to the teacher’s new book, even Lorian’s become a “new contender”—the ero-manga, the “most direct evidence” of damaged human-elf relations, is gone.
All that’s left is to use the wisdom my old man drilled into me: “Dead pigs aren’t afraid of hot water,” “We uncultured folks are just like this,” “Come at me through the internet if you dare”… to handle the elves’ Discipline Elder.
The ero-manga incident was resolved at the last possible moment. But for me, a few small “after-sales tasks” remain.
…
The day after the book burning, while the holiday still lasted, I visited the elf siblings’ dorm again.
Despite the terrifying “incident” before, both Fuu and little Flan welcomed me warmly.
“M-Master, p-please have some tea…”
“…”
Their dorm was as peaceful as ever.
I pulled out the “treasure” I’d prepared.
“Uwaaah… M-Master, I’m sorry! Forgive me! I’ll never pour weird stuff into your bowl again!” Fuu’s already nervous voice cracked into sobs. “So please don’t distrust me and test my food with silver needles anymore! I-I was just following Flan’s bad advice!”
Without hesitation, Fuu threw his sister under the bus.
He must’ve finally realized how serious his “seasoning” of my soup was.
…
Last time I visited, I admit my plan to drug them for evidence was… extreme. But I never expected Fuu to be just as rotten—drugging my soup too! He knew exactly what would happen if my trial’s vows were broken!
I’d been ignoring him for days over it. Today, I’d planned to give him an out. Yet he blamed his sweet little sister!?
“Fuu…” I frowned. “Blaming your sister isn’t what a brother should do.” His attitude, plus Flan’s tearful eyes, made the truth obvious.
“B-But Master, believe me! Flan begged me to help her gather reference…”
“Waaah~ Brother… h-how could you… you jerk, liar, big meanie!” Flan wiped her tears and fled to her room.
Ah! Fuu! How dare a brother make his sister cry! Decision made—I won’t talk to you next week either. Savor the bitterness of being a terrible brother!
I shot a glance at Fuu, flustered and speechless, then hurried after Flan.
…
Flan’s “bedroom-cum-studio” had transformed completely since I last saw it.
Scattered sketches were now neatly bundled in the corner. Faint traces of explicit “Crossdressing Boy X Master” art peeked through the ties.
No crumpled paper balls littered the floor. The empty trash can felt like a mirror to Flan’s heart.
On her desk—the birthplace of elf “art”—lay only fresh blank paper. Pencils and paints sat tidily beside it.
I’d half-expected this.
After all, Flan was “Whisper Teacher,” the underground legend who drew those dojin of me and Fuu.
When I uncovered the truth days ago, I scolded her harshly, forcing her to swear off drawing anything that harmed human-elf relations.
I’d been so angry then. I only saw her red-rimmed eyes nodding in agreement, never considering her feelings.
But now… was she giving up her only dream?
“Fl-Flan?” I realized my earlier approach might’ve been too rough. I called out to the elf girl.
She turned from the blank page, forcing a smile I could see right through. “W-What is it, Arisa-nii? If it’s about the original manuscripts… I’ll destroy them today. See? Already packed.”
*Then why does your smile look like tears?*
I clenched my fists, unsure what to do.
Flan’s dream of becoming an ero-manga artist began because of the “unhealthy reading material” I gave her as a kid.
Dreams are beautiful. Girls chasing dreams are at their most radiant.
And I… was the one who crushed hers.
How deeply must her heart be aching now?
“I-It’s okay, Arisa-nii.” Her already red eyes blurred further—impossible to tell if she was smiling or crying. “My dream started because of you. Drawing weird things… it made me feel like you were still with me. Maybe I got a little carried away lately, hehe…”
“But it’s fine now. I’ve seen you in person again. So… I don’t need to draw anymore. If you really feel guilty… just let me stay close to you, okay?”
*Is this… a confession?*
No! Focus, Arisa! Is this really the time to smile and say “no problem”!?
I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gripped Flan’s shoulders.
“Keep drawing.”
“Eh?”
She didn’t pull away. Two tears spilled silently down her cheeks.
If I shattered a girl’s dream so easily… I’d truly be scum.
“Aren’t those drawings too precious to throw away? Even if it’s just for my eyes… keep going.”
“…”
“Ah, of course…” I added hastily, “For anything you publish… maybe stick to all-ages stuff? Hahaha…”
*And please, Whisper Teacher—stop drawing suspicious “Crossdressing Boy X Master” plots! The story’s direction is getting weird!*
“!”
Flan suddenly crashed into my chest with a *thud*, her voice trembling with excitement. “R-Really? You mean it? If I draw normal stuff, you’ll let me keep creating?”
“Eh? Uh… y-yeah. I guess.”
*Normal stuff…*
That phrase felt utterly wrong for Flan.
Was my first impression of Whisper Teacher too strong? Now I saw Flan like a walking R18 booklet.
“Then… I’ll draw a story about an elf girl waiting ten years for the boy she loves to return!”
“Wow! S-Sure! I’ll buy tons to collect!” I patted her head, relieved.
Whisper Teacher was finally coming ashore to draw wholesome things!
Though the new protagonist felt suspiciously like Flan and me… but as long as it’s pure love—good culture!
“And then! The elf girl thinks the boy is still sweet like before… but he’s become a scheming crossdressing boy!”
*Eh?*
W-Wait, Flan! Doesn’t this plot feel a bit…
Flan shoved me away, hugging herself with a dreamy sigh. “He blackmails her with her old ero-manga… trains her over hundreds of nights into his personal plaything… toys with her, defiles her~ Yamete! Yamete! Ah~ ah~”
Flan, you…
She grabbed my hand, eyes blazing with artistic fervor. This elf transformed into an unstoppable force whenever “art” was involved.
“No time to lose, Arisa-nii! Let’s get Fuu to help us gather reference—right now!”
Correction: My earlier worry was misplaced.
Because…
“FLAN! YOU HAVEN’T REFLECTED AT ALL!!!!”
My desperate wail echoed through the elf siblings’ dorm.
