I, Kiriko, the Cheater

Not only did he invest almost all the manuscript fees he earned, but also his readers abandoned him long ago because of the interruption of updates every three days for no reason.

His wife and children were also driven away by his incurable vice. The original house was driven out because of debts and was mortgaged, so he could only live in a narrow rental house.

"So, this is what you want to confess? Do you want to make up for what you did to your readers, and to your wife and children?"

In the confession room, Tongzi looked at Kinhiro Okashima sitting at the other end of the confession room through the densely packed mesh partition.

However, to Kiriko's surprise, Kinhiro Okashima shook his head.

"Miss nun, it's not like that, it's not something I'm going to confess."

"No? Then you...you just said so much."

The veins on Tongzi's forehead were throbbing violently, and the little mouth almost hit the honey just now.

"Actually, what I really want to confess is..."

Kinhiro Gangashima turned his head away, not daring to meet Kiriko's eyes, he opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, and then spoke in a voice so thin that mosquitoes could only hear it.

"I fell in love with women's clothing. I knew it was wrong, but I was still addicted to it and got deeper and deeper. Others are pursuing mobile phones with higher configuration or better appearance, or computers and game consoles. Only me Throwing most of the monthly salary on expensive women's clothing...Miss nun, I really don't know, what should I do..."

"...So, what you want to confess is that you wear women's clothing?"

Kinhiro Okashima nodded, then shook his head again.

"Actually, there's one more thing."

"and also?"

"In addition to womenswear, I also fell in love with Hop."

"Hop? That Hop who's a hottie and a Fuck?"

Kinhiro Gangshima corrected.

"It's the Spice Girls, Falker."

Tongzi froze for a moment.

"what?"

"It's the hot girl, Faker, and you can't lose the voice."

"God's voice cannot be less."

"Anyway, Miss Nun, do you think I'm hopeless?"

Tongzi was silent.

Because the man in front of me is really...

Words cannot describe it at all.

Even if the old priest who introduced Tongzi to the church is still there, he probably doesn't know how to influence him.

and so……

"You stay here, don't move."

After such entrustment, Tongzi left the confession room, and returned to the confession room not long after, but this time she had a bowl of white sticky substance in her hand.

Tongzi felt that with this man's sins, only by trying to eat this mysterious substance could he wash away his own sins.

The reason why it is said to be the substance of mystery, rather than dark cuisine, is because Tongzi still has a little confidence in her cooking skills.

So Tongzi opened the window in the middle of the confession room, and pushed the bowl of white goo over.

"Come, have a taste."

Gangdao's near-Bo face is embarrassing.

"This...Miss nun, can this be eaten?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely edible. You can't put something you can't eat in a bowl. Don't you understand such simple common sense?"

Kinhiro Gangshima thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

So even though the bowl of white goo looked like vomit, he still took a sip.

This drink is incredible, I don't know what to call this thing, it's really delicious.

"Miss nun, what is this, why is it so delicious?"

"Really delicious?"

Tongzi glanced back and forth between Gangdao Jinbo and the bowl of white goo, still a little dubious.

I'm afraid this guy didn't intend to amuse himself, right?

"It's really delicious. I've never drank such a delicious thing. It's like..."

Speaking of this, Kinhiro Gangashima was suddenly stunned, and then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"I understand!"

Kojima Kinhiro's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly.

"Miss nun, I understand your good intentions. The reason why you brought this bowl here is actually to use this thing to tell me the truth, right? This bowl is like my forbidden hobby, although on the surface It doesn’t look right, but in fact, only the inside is more important…”