My body has mutated in the manga

The girl who was in a panic just now quickly fell into a serious state of painting after picking up the pen.

Graceful, beautiful, impeccable type.

Especially the very plump and voluptuous girl was drawn in Amelia's hands.

Her condition is as perfect as the girl in Zhengzong's arms.

I fuck social security.

"Huh, huhu, I'm done."

Amelia's right hand holding the pen weakly moved down and hit the armrest of the chair.

On the drawing board in front of the two of them is a very beautiful big sister who is loved by everyone.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be similar to Erkoa here.

Zhengzong said that if this girl doesn't draw a book, she will be at a loss.

He had never thought that someone could actually draw a painting to this point.

Just perfect.

He has seen all kinds of book masters so far.

Eiri, Sagiri, and former painter Sayuri.

But these girls seem to keep making things happen in their daily lives.

I mainly rely on my own imagination for painting.

Therefore, each of the above characters seems a bit unremarkable.

For Zhengzong, despite such a long time, all kinds of girls are acceptable.

But in his opinion, books and other things require a big sister with that kind of feeling to motivate people.

Being able to sink all five fingers and head into it completely, as if it were filled with water when pinched, this is what the book should make people feel.

People like Eiriri and Sagiri are completely heretics.

Life itself is already full of misfortunes.

So many girls are skinny and pitiful, but in the end, they can't let him seek exaggerated happiness in the book?

Amelia in this finally makes Zheng Zong feel good.

"Why don't you draw? I think it's pretty good."

Masamune looked at Amelia.

In the girl's painting, there is a big cup, and on the right side of it is a blond woman with her arms around her legs.

Even without explanation, Zhengzong could guess that the other side should correspond to another girl.

"Brother Izumi, that, me."

Amelia looked at Zhengzong with some confusion, her face almost red and dripping with blood.

Zhengzong lowered his head and realized that it was him who accidentally showed his true reaction while looking at the book.

It's no wonder, the girl's little hand is already tired enough to hold such a thin paintbrush, but as a result, this side of her body needs to hold another terrifying, larger paintbrush just to paint on her body.

It is not easy to maintain this situation under such circumstances.

"Hey, isn't your illustration very good? Otherwise, I wouldn't behave like this."

Zhengzong also has a lot of experience, so he explained without changing his expression at this moment.

But Amelia didn't know what to say.

After noticing that the man was even more outrageous when he heard what she said, the girl turned her head, not daring to look at Masamune.

"But let's hurry up and continue looking at your painting of Amelia. I scanned it briefly and found that it's pretty good."

Zhengzong explained softly, which actually made him a little surprised.

"It's really good, but there are still some problems here. Some of them seem too stiff and not expressive at all."

Masamune explained.

Anyway, I followed so many girls around me who like to draw and saw it.

Amelia's paintings are very good, but they always feel a bit stiff.

Probably the kind that will be completely forgotten after washing, and will not leave any impression in people's minds.

Amelia can only be said to be a good painter.

It is more similar to a mechanical device, on which Amelia successfully forms works like an assembly line.

This kind of problem is actually quite different from the other side of Sagiri's emotionally invested paintings.

"I already know this kind of thing, but I can't put my heart into it. I want to learn the teacher's Eromanga fiber optics, but there are still some gaps."

Amelia said with a headache.

Eromanga light is the ultimate secret of the first Eromanga teacher. It is the ultimate skill to pour your sincerity into the painting and create a painting that can move people's hearts.

"What's the difference?"

Masamune asked curiously.

"I need to do something exciting..."

Amelia lowered her head and said in a voice that was almost like a mosquito hum.

Amelia has also tried this kind of thing, but there are always some gaps. She understands where her real shortcomings are, but she can't make up for it.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, she likes Yamada Fairy.

Although that guy looks carefree on weekdays, he is actually very resistant to this kind of thing, and he is a real straight woman.

"If only Emily would help me."

Amelia continued in a low voice, almost inaudible.

His face looked a little gloomy.