What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Kujo Ditaro picked up the hotel's internal phone, ordered two dinners, and turned around to ask, "You don't like spicy food, do you?"

"I don't eat much..." Nayuta hesitated and changed her words, "But I can try it. Please make it spicy for me."

"Okay, then add some spicy sauce to both orders, and prepare two bottles of yogurt for me..."

After Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone, he returned to sit on the sofa.

At some point, the silver-haired girl in the center of the bed had moved to the edge.

As a middle school student in her teens, she hasn't fully developed in any aspect, but this doesn't affect Nayuta's natural beauty.

Under the white bathrobe, Nayuta's body looks even smaller.

The pretty childish face, coupled with the shy expression that looks like a flower about to bloom, is really pitiful.

Human desire comes from domination.

Looking at the essence of many things through the surface is actually a disguised control.

Why do you need money?

Because of money, the rich can dominate the poor.

Why do we need rights?

Because of power, those in power can dominate ordinary people.

In short, the sexual pleasure between men and women is also another manifestation of domination.

"What are you going to do?"

The look that Kujo Ditaro gave Nayuta was pure, without a trace of filth or evil thoughts.

"I'm going to the bathroom..."

Nayuta put on her slippers, walked past Kujo Ditaro cautiously, and went into the bathroom.

vomit!

Nayuta leaned on the sink and vomited violently.

Even though he vomited until his face turned pale, the feeling of his body being hollowed out never subsided.

Nayuta knew that this was physical discomfort caused by tension.

"Nayuta, tell me the truth, what's wrong with you?"

Kujo Ditaro walked to the bathroom door and asked meaningfully, "It's not too late to confess now. The damage to your body will be minimal. Besides, I happen to be working in this field and I have the ability to help you."

"No... no." Nayuta looked at Kujo Ditaro and said weakly, "Brother Ditaro, you misunderstood. I'm not pregnant, and I haven't done anything like that. I just..."

"Nayuta, I'm asking you seriously, was it someone from school who did this? Or..."

Before Kujo Ditaro could finish his words, Nayuta rushed over excitedly.

"No! I didn't! I was just nervous and wanted to vomit. Please believe me, please believe me... Ugh."

"Okay, you adjust yourself first, and we'll talk after dinner."

Kujo Ditaro stopped forcing Nayuta and quietly closed the door and left.

Ding dong.

After receiving the dinner brought by the waiter, Kujo Ditaro sat at the table, his face gloomy and he began to think deeply.

To be honest, he had already preliminarily determined that Nayuta was pregnant.

As for the excuse of being so nervous that he vomited, he simply couldn't believe it.

His expression became even uglier when he thought about how school violence had escalated to such a terrible level.

At the same time, Nayuta, who had calmed down, came out of the bathroom.

Hearing the noise, Kujo Ditaro turned around and said with a smile, "Nayuta, come and eat."

"Compared to eating, the previous misunderstanding is the key."

Nayuta pinched the corner of her nightgown and said anxiously, "Brother Di Taro, I'm really not pregnant. I'm still pure. I haven't done anything. I've had this problem since I was a child. Whenever I get too nervous, I vomit."

"If you get too nervous, you'll vomit...right?"

Kujo Ditaro suppressed his smile and said, "So you're worried about what I might do to you, right? That's why you're so nervous and scared, right?"

"No...I didn't mean that! I really didn't!"

Nayuta was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes.

Kujo Ditaro frowned and said seriously, "Nayuta, I know this may be difficult for you to talk about, but if you don't tell the truth, then I can't help you."

Indeed, Nayuta's reasons were hard to believe.

Kujo Ditaro believes that Nayuta's pregnancy was caused by being raped.

Otherwise, such a high frequency of vomiting reactions cannot be explained at all.

"I don't...."

Nayuta looked extremely helpless as she held her bathrobe in her arms, pursed her lips and shed tears.

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and felt a little suspicious. Could it be that I really misunderstood?

Chapter 277: The girl is very sickly and her style is also like anime?

Kujo Ditaro also hoped that he was wrong.

Looking at the pitiful Nayuta, Kujo Ditaro stopped asking questions and waved to her to come over for dinner.

Nayuta continued explaining as she walked.

"Brother Ditaro, I really didn't..."

"Well, it's best if there isn't one. Girls have to protect themselves when they are outside."

Kujo Ditaro was actually a little suspicious, but he didn't show it.

After Nayuta sat down, she wiped away her tears with her hands, and then picked up her chopsticks to eat.

"Sah... so hot."

"Drink some yogurt. It's more effective than water."

While handing over the yogurt, Kujo Ditaro did not forget to unscrew the bottle cap.

Nayuta said thank you before reaching out to take the yogurt to relieve the spiciness.

Maybe it was because she drank too quickly, but a milky white liquid slowly flowed from the corner of the girl's lips.

If the yogurt bottles were blurred at this moment, this wave would be a sure kill.

Fortunately, Kujo Ditaro is not an expert in ghost videos, and he doesn't have so many obscene thoughts in his mind.

Nayuta couldn't eat spicy food, but she didn't give up easily.

"Hiha... It's so spicy, don't you feel it? Hiha... Di Taro-sama."

"I don't feel anything."

"Yes... is that so, haha..."

The more Nayuta ate, the spicier it became. Even after finishing the yogurt, she was still panting like a puppy, with her mouth open.

Kujo Ditaro handed over another bottle of yogurt and motioned for the girl to drink it.

Nayuta was embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but when she saw that Kujo Ditaro was answering the phone, she immediately became quiet.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the entrance, frowned and said something in a not very good tone.

what happened to him?

Are you encountering troubles?

Should I leave here...

Nayuta turned to look at Kujo Ditaro's face, feeling worried and lonely.

Although it felt a bit ungrateful, she didn't want Kujo Ditaro to leave, not at all.

Some terrible thoughts emerged in her mind.

Nayuta clenched her chopsticks, her breathing became a little rapid, and the urge to vomit surged into her heart again.

vomit!

Looking at Nayuta rushing into the bathroom, Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone without saying a word.

"Are you okay? Nayuta."

"No...it's okay, Ditaro-sama, are you leaving?"

"Not yet. I'll probably have to stay here for a few more hours."

Kujo Ditaro asked thoughtfully midway through his speech, "Nayuta, did you go to the hospital for this condition when you were a child?"

"Actually... this isn't a childhood illness. I developed it unknowingly after entering middle school."

Nayuta stood at the door of the bathroom, her face pale.

"I don't know what I did wrong. No one wants to be friends with me. My classmates isolate me. I often feel like I'm the only one in the classroom... Over time, I started vomiting when I was too nervous. Brother Di Taro, I haven't done anything like that, and there's no way I'm pregnant. Please believe me!"

"Well, I believe you."

Kujo Ditaro nodded and consoled him, "I understand the general situation. You're probably dealing with a mental illness, just like someone who's been bitten once and is afraid of the rope for ten years. If you want to recover, it's best to seek psychological counseling."

"Just believe it." Nayuta breathed a sigh of relief and denied, "They're all liars. They just keep telling you to relax. But Di Taro-sama is different. You're the real hero. You're more useful than any counseling."

"You can't say that. It will definitely help you if you see a psychologist."

It's not that Kujo Ditaro is pretending, but Nayuta's current behavior can already reflect her inner situation.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a heart full of holes.

Kujo Ditaro is not a psychologist. He is better at talking about things than talking about words.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go."

Nayuta agreed on the surface, but was very resistant in her heart.

After all, no one likes going to the hospital, let alone seeing a psychologist.

Kujo Ditaro could see that Nayuta was not saying what she meant, but he didn't point it out.

"Go lie down on the bed and rest. Oh, and the clothes should be almost dry. You haven't gone home yet. Have you told your family yet?"

"Well, I already said that I'll be back later today."

"That's fine."

After saying this, Kujo Ditaro turned around and sat back on the sofa, playing with his phone idly.

After Nayuta climbed onto the bed, she leaned back against the pillow, her eyes staring straight ahead with a slightly dull expression.

At first, Kujo Ditaro didn't take it seriously and thought the girl was daydreaming.

But as time passed, he gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

That is, Nayuta's eyes were always fixed on one position.

That's right, the direction Nayuta was looking at was exactly where Kujo Ditaro was sitting.

If Nayuta wasn't so cute, Kujo Ditaro's mood at this moment would probably be no different from watching a horror movie at night.

dong dong.

Kujo Ditaro stood up, walked over and opened the door.

"Sir, your clothes have been washed."

After taking the clothes handed to him by the waiter, Kujo Ditaro walked straight to the end of the bed and said, "Nayuta, the clothes are here. Put them on and go back."

"Uh? Ah... well, I'm not feeling well. Can you let me rest for a while? Brother Ditaro."

"......"

When Kujo Ditaro looked at Nayuta, whose face was as pale as paper, most of the doubts and vigilance in his heart were immediately put aside.

After casually putting his clothes on the stool, he turned around and returned to the sofa.