"Oh! Even better news! They want to buy three of my works for ¥75,000 a piece!"
Wow. "That great, Yuno! I told you should be more proud of your artistic abilities, didn't I? You'll get public acclaim in no time." See, I know a lot of boyfriends like to tell their girlfriends that they're good at something just to earn brownie points towards a blowjob, but no. I'm serious. I may not be a professional critic, but I can tell Yuno is good at what she does, and that she has a passion for it. She can go far as long as she feels proud of her work. Sometimes I have to give her a little extra push, though, for her to overcome her severe modesty.
"Right! and with that, plus the money from your project, add in the money Sae's publisher will give me for illustrating her new children's book, we shouldn't have any problems."
"Problems with what?"
"Well...I-I-I was w-wondering. How would you f-feel a-a-about---"
Oh, here it comes. I know exactly what she's trying to say. She's been wanting to tell me for a few days now, I've even heard her messing around with those weird devices in the toilet room at night. I wanna tease her, "Yuno, have you gained weight since the last time we laid together like this?"
She buries her face in my chest before I can even see it turn red and starts pounding her hands into me, "Geez! You're being a jerk again!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What did you want to ask me?"