Sayuri Sawamura said coaxingly: "Think about it, that's the shirt Kato-kun wore? It's the original shirt~ Don't you want to smell it?"

"Are you kidding!? What is a plain shirt? Why do I have to do such perverted behavior! How could I possibly do that——!"

Eiri was so angry that she couldn't help but yell, and even her body was shaking. Sayuri Sawamura on the other side of the phone remained calm.

"Ah~ But aren't you worried about it because you can't draw anything? This is a way to help you get out of the predicament. Are you really not going to try it~?"

"Help me get out of this predicament...?"

"Yes~ And this is an effective method tested by my mother. It is best to use when you are exhausted of inspiration~~"

The wife, whose age is a mystery, said this and inadvertently revealed some shocking information about the Sawamura family.

"Liar...?" Yinglili murmured unconsciously, confused: "Just because of this kind of thing...could it be that if I do this, I can draw it?"

"Of course~! Ah, but the specific effect depends on each person's situation. In short, mother will guide you, Yinglili~"

"No...but..."

"Hey, Yinglili, don't you believe what your mother says?"

"This, this... you suddenly said this, how can anyone believe it... If this method is really effective, why haven't you mentioned it before, mother?"

"Because you have never encountered such a situation before. The so-called nirvana is to be used at critical moments. You have always been good at drawing, so you don't need to worry about your mother."

"Well……"

Ying Lili's heart was shaken for a while, and she stuttered: "But, but... the original shirt and so on, it is really shameful."

"Ah, that's just a washed shirt. My daughter is so panicked. Who did she inherit it from?"

Sayuri Sawamura continued: "If you really want to say it, my mother actually recommends uniforms or sportswear that have just been changed out, which will have better results."

"Just, I just changed it——!?"

"Hmm~ Think about it, clothes that carry the smell of Kato-kun's sweat and body temperature, as well as the unique rough smell of boys, are definitely more realistic, right?"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa...!"

Yinglili was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear, and her face was so red that she was almost bleeding.

Putting aside other things, her mother is definitely the person who uses the "sense of presence" most wrongly in Japan!

"Okay, Yinglili, the question and answer time is over, what do you want to do~?"

"Eh? Ah...I...I want..."

"What are you doing? We are on the phone right now. Mom won't understand if you don't speak out properly?"

Sayuri Sawamura said meaningfully, like a devil's whisper.

Facing the other party's instigation, Yinglili's body trembled slightly.

She looked at the shirt in her hand and felt as if she was facing some important choice, struggling between reference for creative inspiration and reason.

Although her mother said so much, she had to smell the shirt while imagining the smell of that person... As a person, this kind of behavior was somewhat unnatural, and the sense of shame made her extremely resistant.

However, she really wants to break through the bottleneck!

!

When she thought about it, her rationality was almost at its limit, and the balance in her heart tilted towards the irreversible side.

Suddenly, a pair of angels and demons seemed to appear in my mind, arguing fiercely.

No, Eiri-ri! If you do this kind of thing, you will be doomed as a girl... You will be regarded as a pervert...!

Don't listen to his words! You were originally the author of the Ling series...haven't you ever drawn anything more extreme than this? Good girl, smell it hard for me -!

As the last straw that broke the camel's back, Sayuri Sawamura asked:

"So, what's going on? Yinglili, do you want to smell it? Or not?"

"Gudu..."

Yinglili swallowed a mouthful of saliva, made up her mind and whispered: "I, I want to smell..."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt as if she had lost something important as a human being, but she couldn't describe it specifically.

Sayuri Sawamura's chuckle came from the receiver.

"That's it~ Then imagine the smell of Kato-kun and smell that shirt hard~"

There was a bit of excitement in the other person's tone, and she didn't seem to be able to resist this atmosphere.

So she sat down on the sofa, put her phone in hands-free mode and put it aside. Then she raised the shirt to her eyes with trembling hands and took a deep breath.

Wow...I really want to die...

A weak rationality shouted in the corner of my heart.

If she buried her face in her shirt now, it felt like her life would be over.

But she is a creator, and ultimately this is to break through the bottleneck period.

Although this behavior is very bad for a person, it is a washed shirt after all, and there are no bystanders around.

So even God will understand her...right?

Yinglili kept convincing herself, and just when she was about to take action——

"Ah, but-"

Sayuri Sawamura suddenly interrupted her: "This alone doesn't seem to be enough. Let's add some settings~"

"set up……?"

"Hmm, listen to this."

Swish, swish~

There was a slight sound of water coming from the microphone, with a slight echo, which made people easily think of a familiar space.

"Did you hear the sound? Yinglili."

"Listen...I heard it."

"Well, Eiri, imagine this. Kato-kun is taking a bath in the bathroom of the villa, and you are standing outside the door holding the shirt he just took off."

"——!

!”

Phew~~~!

There seemed to be a sharp sound like a kettle boiling in my mind.

Yinglili quickly closed her eyes, emptied her mind, and began to construct pictures in her mind.

This is not a living room, but a blank room.

While imagining the empty room, I recreated the bathroom there.

She is at the bathroom door now...

On the left is the washing machine, and at the feet is a basket with undressed clothes.

Gradually, the picture of Mo Lake emerged in my mind.

So she worked harder to mobilize her imagination, and the frosted glass bathroom door appeared in front of her.

What can you see through the frosted glass...and what can you see behind it?

Wow~

The sound of hot water shaking came from the phone speaker.

——Yusuke is taking a shower!

The picture suddenly became clear!

Through the glass door, she saw the silhouette of a young man with a strong body.

"Mom, Mom, I saw it!

"

Yinglili couldn't help but shout out.

The scene in front of her was clear. Yusuke was taking a shower in front of her, and the air was filled with the smell of the mint shower gel that she often used.

As a creator, she truly feels that her imagination has risen to a new level.

This is the essence of starting from nothing, from being to infinity——!

"Well done~ Now, you enter the bathroom."

Sayuri Sawamura guides softly with a hypnotic voice.

"Yinglili, imagine carefully, your favorite boy is taking a bath."

"Where did he start washing it? What's the color of his skin? And what does the shirt he just took off smell like in your hands?"

"Woo..."
To be continued...