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

I see... No wonder it feels so strange.

Kujo Toitaro looked at Tokita Shinji who was showing deep affection, and felt like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Tokita Shinji was unaware that his plan had been exposed and was still giving an impassioned speech.

"I've always believed that you can lead Peek a Boo forward. Even though you're only first-years, everything depends on your efforts. When we first accepted the club, we were just like you. Come on, juniors!"

Chapter 385: Just want to get Nanahua into bed?

Since joining the diving club, Kujo Ditaro has changed a lot.

The most prominent of these is a more comprehensive and profound understanding of the word "insidious and cunning".

Although there are routines everywhere around him, this tense atmosphere has really trained his ability to respond.

I just wanted to relax, but I almost got brainwashed.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the sofa and sat down alone, regardless of his companions' lives.

The two women who were whispering to each other cleverly stopped talking.

Azusa Hamaoka picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to Kujo Ditaro.

"Are you thirsty? Have some water."

"Sister Zi, forget it, don't do this anymore."

"It's real water. Do you think I'm so boring?"

Kujo Ditaro felt in his pocket and took out a lighter.

Hamaoka Azusa put down the water cup tactfully.

Nanaka Furutegawa smiled, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, giving people a gentle beauty.

"Di Taro, have you been drinking too much these days?"

"I'm a little drunk."

"Really? Then take a break today and don't drink."

"Sister Nanaka is still very understanding."

As soon as Kujo Ditaro finished speaking, Azusa Hamaoka spread her hands helplessly.

"Di Taro, don't you know that when you compliment a girl, you have to compliment both of them together?"

"Sister Zi won't care about these details, and why didn't you consider me when you brought me the wine?"

"Well, I'm used to it. I don't think you care about this little detail, right, great painter?"

Azusa Hamaoka picked up the beer bottle, took a big sip, and showed a happy expression.

"You guys chat first, I'll go cut some sashimi."

Nanaka Kotegawa picked up the empty plate on the table and left with a smile.

Hamaoka Azusa looked back at the woman's departing figure and muttered to himself suddenly.

"I really want to see Nanahua's butt."

"......"

"Di Taro, how about we knock Nanaka unconscious?"

"That's enough, Sister Zi, let's talk about something normal."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and forced the topic back on track.

"Sister Zi, where do you usually work?"

"As for me, it's a very normal place, in a restaurant."

"Oh, so where are you planning to do your internship in your senior year? Is it the same old place?"

"Let's look at this later. I'm more annoyed by my graduation thesis than my work." Hamaoka Azusa thought of something and narrowed one eye cunningly. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? Are you, a great painter, in need of an assistant? I don't have any painting skills, so I can't help you."

"I do have jobs. I know some companies that offer good salaries. If you were to go there, I could talk to them about it for you."

"Ouch."

A delicate little hand touched Kujo Ditaro's arm.

Azusa Hamaoka looked down upon the person, smiling with her head tilted upwards, and she looked quite feminine and charming.

"I'm quite happy that you have this intention, but I haven't fallen to the point where I need my juniors to make a living for me. Compared to work, I care more about how to get Nanahua into bed."

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, "You really haven't forgotten your original intention, Sister Azusa."

"Of course not. When I think of Nanahua being so shy in front of me, I get so excited. Just imagine how pitiful someone as gentle as Nanahua would be under my clutches. Isn't that a very vivid picture?"

Azusa Hamaoka's eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and his words were full of the scent of driving.

Before Kujo Ditaro could respond, Chisa Furutegawa, with her arms folded, walked straight to the coffee table.

While tidying up the messy desk, she asked what the two had talked about before and why they were smiling so evilly.

Hamaoka Azusa smiled, with the corners of her lips rising continuously.

"Qiansha, what kind of brother-in-law do you think your sister should find for you in the future?"

"Ah? Why are you suddenly talking about this? Who my sister finds is none of my business. As long as she likes something, that's fine."

"So you mean you won't have any objection to your sister's marriage?"

Chisa Furukawa was stunned and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She scratched her face and nodded hesitantly.

"Well, as long as my sister likes it, I'm her younger sister, so I'll bless her."

"You're so cute, Chisa."

Azusa Hamaoka came up to Chisa Kotegawa and kept rubbing her head as if she was stroking a small animal.

Chisa Furukawa smiled helplessly, and when she glanced around, she discovered something.

Kujo Ditaro restrained his expression of pity in time, but he was still a step too late.

Chisa Furukawa looked at Ditaro Kujo with a strange look in her eyes.

Kujo Ditaro pointed to the wine glass on the table and gave a vague answer.

Chisa Furukawa thought about it and finally decided not to take it too seriously.

Alas, let’s just pretend that we know nothing.

Kujo Ditaro sighed in his heart and tilted his head to look to the other side.

At this moment, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei, who had completed the brainwashing process, were full of excitement.

It goes without saying that the two of them were eager to promote the diving club, reaching an all-time high.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised.

You know, the two people's despicableness is deeply rooted.

It is somewhat unreasonable to be fooled so easily nowadays.

Kujo Ditaro doesn't have the ability to read minds, so he doesn't know what the situation between the two of them is, nor does he want to know.

Anyway, when the new semester comes, we will know whether it is a mule or a horse by taking it for a walk.

beep.

Kujo Ditaro picked up the phone, glanced at the caller's name, and answered the call casually.

"Hey, Qingzi, how come you have time to call me?"

"Guess what? Just kidding. You should know that I'm writing a novel, right?"

"That subway station bombed?"

"Hey... stop teasing me. I'm looking for a place to submit my work, but my dad said it's better to ask you. So, great artist, can you take care of a newbie like me when you have time?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was light and natural.

Kujo Ditaro smiled and said, "Okay, come with me to the city tomorrow. But let's make it clear beforehand, that editor is very harsh and will reject your work if it's not good enough."

"Don't worry, I'm not a fragile person. I've already prepared for this kind of thing. Thanks. I'll buy you a drink next time."

With a beep, the phone was hung up.

Some scenes from the past emerged in Kujo Ditaro's mind.

But soon, he smiled with relief.

At the same time, Azusa Hamaoka sat back on the sofa.

"Chisa is so cute. I really want to be her older sister."

"The sister you're talking about, is she normal?"

"If you see the truth but don't say it, you'll have no friends. You're the same, aren't you, Mr. Lolita?"

"What? What did you say? I don't understand."

Kujo Ditaro can admit that he is a sister-con, but he will never admit that he is a lolita-con.

Chapter 386: Abnormal? Abnormal is nothing, only normal people have problems!

Even though Kujo Ditaro doesn't admit that he is a lolitacon, most of the women around him are lolita type.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the fact that Kujo Ditaro has a crush on loli is basically confirmed.

Although it is actually true, does Kujo Ditaro have no regard for his reputation?

Azusa Hamaoka stretched out his arms, yawned sleepily, then put his hands on Kujo Ditaro's shoulders and slowly stood up.

"I'm so tired, I'm going to catch up on some sleep. Bye."

Not long after Hamaoka Azusa went upstairs, Nanaka Furutagawa came back to the living room carrying a plate of sashimi.

"Where's Azusa? Did he go to the bathroom?"

"No, she was tired and went to catch up on her sleep."

"It must be because there have been too many drinking parties these days."

Nanaka Kotegawa put down her plate, looked at the clean and tidy tabletop, and asked in confusion, "Who cleans the table?"

"Chisa just came over to get it done."

"Chisa, she didn't leave anything behind, did she? Like a half-finished drink?"

"Um..."

For some reason, Kujo Ditaro suddenly felt that what Hamaoka Azusa was doing was actually to protect Furutegawa Chisa.

Imagine, if there was no firewall like Hamaoka Azusa, how would the situation develop?

Not surprisingly, given the extent to which Nanaka Furukawa is obsessed with her sister, Chisa Furukawa will at least have a fear of her sister.

Thinking of this, Kujo Ditaro shook his head repeatedly.

"No, Chisa left nothing behind."

"That's it."

Nanaka Furutegawa sighed and left with regret.

Kujo Ditaro smiled awkwardly, secretly complaining in his heart.

What is lolicon?

Here, I am still relatively normal.

"Di Taro, where's Chisa?"

Kujo Ditaro raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes suddenly complicated.

Yoshihara Mana was stunned and instinctively made a blocking gesture.

"Why, you look so fierce."