One day, Yi Cheng’s studio received a phone call.
“Hello, this is the Light Novel Editorial Department of Penguin Chinese Network. May I ask if this is Master Daidai Dashixiong’s studio?”
“Hello, yes.”
Every time Yi Cheng took such a call, his vanity got a tiny, satisfying boost.
As the chief disciple of the renowned ecchi artist Master Daidai Dashixiong, he’d recently been entrusted with handling his master’s private calls—chatting with major companies, basking in prestige.
After all, his master was the undisputed king of perverts! Famous for bold themes, hyper-realistic art, and intensely passionate content!
His manga drove fans wild—thrilled, then oddly underwhelmed, utterly drained, collapsing right where they stood!
“We have a project and hope Master Daidai Dashixiong can illustrate it. The file’s been sent. Please review.”
The voice on the line was polite.
Sure enough, an email popped up on Yi Cheng’s laptop.
*Your Lie in July…*
Yi Cheng opened it, muttered the title, flipped a few pages halfheartedly. His brows tightened with every line.
“What garbage?” Irritation flickered in his voice.
Shoujo-manga elegance? Pretentious literary dialogue? This was an insult!!
His master—the legendary ecchi artist worshipped by countless old perverts!
Not lewd enough? Not spicy enough? How dare they offer this wholesome fluff to Master Daidai Dashixiong?!
“Sorry. My master declines this project.”
Yi Cheng hung up and dove back into his master’s latest ecchi manga.
Truly masterful—the voluptuous bust, the plump curves, skin so dewy it seemed to drip off the page…
His dick was about to explode!
Yi Cheng grinned lecherously, dick rock-hard.
That *Your Lie in July* nonsense? Not worth Master’s time! Two chapters in, not even a twitch down there!
Thank goodness Master hadn’t taken the call. With his “refined and gentle” temper? He’d be spewing curses by now!
“Xiao Cheng.”
A stern voice cut through the room. A bespectacled, slightly chubby man pushed the door open.
“Master!” Yi Cheng hastily stuffed the manga away.
“Slacking off again, reading my work during office hours?”
Master Daidai Dashixiong saw right through him but chuckled.
“Ah, I’m studying! You always say my butts lack soul!” Yi Cheng laughed sheepishly, pulling the manga back out.
“Exactly! After all this time, you still can’t draw a girl’s butt right!”
With time to spare, Master flipped to a page and pointed.
“Drawing a butt isn’t just lines and shape. Capture its plump roundness. Soft. Tender. Springy when pinched. Even smells sweet…” he lectured earnestly.
“Sadly, I’ve only touched one in dreams,” Yi Cheng sighed.
“Pfft—I haven’t either! No problem. Keep learning.”
Master slapped his back. They shared a knowing laugh, the air thick with old-pervert energy—utterly wicked.
“Did we get a call earlier?” Master asked, pouring tea.
“Oh right—Penguin Chinese Network. Wanted you to illustrate a novel called *Your Lie in July*…”
“*Your Lie in July*?!”
Master seized Yi Cheng’s shoulders, eyes wide, shaking him hard.
“Y-yes! I thought it didn’t fit your style, so I refused…” Yi Cheng stammered.
“You—you—you!! I submitted to them last week! Finally got approved—and you hung up for me?!”
Master nearly snapped. Barely resisting the urge to stab Yi Cheng, he snatched the phone and dialed back.
“Hello… Yes, it’s me… Mm. I accept!”
Yi Cheng stood frozen, utterly bewildered.
His master—who lived for ecchi—worked up over *this* novel?!
“Thank goodness they hadn’t hired someone else!” Master hung up, sighed in relief, slammed the table, and burst out laughing.
“HAHAHAHA!! I DID IT!!”
Yi Cheng’s brain short-circuited. *Paid erotic chapters?!*
To make Master this happy—it must be insanely lewd!!
He frantically reopened the novel, flipping pages.
“Master! Where’s the spicy part?!”
*SMACK!*
Master smacked his head.
“What spicy part?! What are you babbling?!”
Yi Cheng froze.
“Sister Shuren’s masterpiece—and you call it ecchi?!” Master scolded.
“But Master, you draw ecchi…”
“NONSENSE! I am upright! Incorruptible! Don’t taint me with that vulgar trash! I will illustrate *Your Lie in July* with pure artistry—showing Lavender’s most tender, beautiful self to the world!”
Master stood tall, righteous fury blazing. His gaze alone could make anyone confess sins—from littering and public peeing to deflowering the neighbor’s pig or stan-ing Cai Xukun—then drop to their knees sobbing apologies.
Yi Cheng: “?????”
Where was his master?!
The ultimate pervert who taught him to draw the spiciest manga, told dirty stories nightly, whose smile made girls scream and scrub themselves in two barrels of water—the master he revered! GONE!
“Don’t utter ‘ecchi’ near me again! Lavender is pure kindness—she deserves zero defilement! Pack your bags and leave if you do!”
Yi Cheng’s worldview shattered.
This novel… was a demon!!
He slammed the laptop shut, trembling. One more glance, and he’d turn like Master—rotting from a proud old pervert into this contemptible shell!
Instinct screamed: *Take leave. Now. Before the illustrations are done.*
