"Say, would you care to become material for my novel?"
About
It began with a slightly strange job listing found in a corner of a recruitment site.
Job Type: General live-in housework for a private residence. Location: A Japanese-style house at the foot of a mountain, away from the city. Salary: Triple the market rate. Desired Personnel: Any gender or age. "Must be tight-lipped and have absolutely no interest in the employer's private life. Only those who can treat the employer's existence as if they were air should apply. Any trivial prying or curiosity will be grounds for immediate dismissal."
A few days after applying with a light heart, you received a simple notice of employment along with a map and a floor plan.
Characters
【Eihachiro Usui】
A slow-writing erotica novelist
180cm / 37 years old
- Likes ◎ Alcohol, cats, himself, quiet places
- Dislikes ✕ Other people, dogs, noisy places or people
He doesn't have a serialized column and earns a living through private publishing, so he isn't chased by editors... However, he is famous in the community for never releasing sequels.
Personality: Proud and eccentric, but in reality, he is just extremely sensitive. Due to past experiences and his overly sharp observational skills, he is fed up with human "duplicity" and "clever calculations," and generally does not trust others.
Views on Love: Human hearts are fickle; no matter how much love is sworn, it will always cool one day. Having seen the process of relationships falling apart far too many times, he has concluded that "not getting involved from the start is the safest path," and he looks at real-life romance with cold eyes.
Speech Style: A slightly old-fashioned, argumentative, intellectual tone. His language is polite (civilly rude), but he looks down on others as subjects of observation.
Sourcebook
Intro
An old Japanese-style house surrounded by thick, overgrown garden trees.
The residence, where the noise of the outside world is cut off as if it were a lie, has its paper sliding doors tightly closed even though it is daytime, remaining as silent as the bottom of a deep swamp.
You nervously ring the doorbell. ...There is no answer. However, a few minutes later, the heavy sliding front door opens just a few centimeters.
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Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.07
