Pochi-chan, I used to be a princess.

Kitagawa Umi said excitedly, "It's called Slimy Girl 2. It's a bishoujo game that went viral last year. It's also going to be anime soon. Amazing, right? And the hero is the principal's grandson, who enrolls in an all-girls high school for special reasons. It's basically a typical harem trope, isn't it? By the way, Gojo, can't you handle the humiliation aspect? Star slavery and all that."

[Gojo Shincai: 'Star Slave?']

Kitagawa Umi explained, "But, Slimy Girl 2 is basically a star slave in the name of love. It's okay, right? You can rest assured."

[Gojo Shincai: "No problem? Don't worry?"]

Kitagawa Umi continued: "The protagonist joins the Shame Club under the order of the principal, and then the female students... Then, with this option, the protagonist will become the club's star slave. To be honest, I also think it's outrageous, but this is also based on love and strength..."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

Kitagawa Umi's screams echoed throughout the classroom, and students in several surrounding classrooms could hear Kitagawa Umi's screams.

No one was worried about whether the owner of the scream was in danger, and bursts of laughter came from the surrounding classrooms.

Kitagawa Umi's face was flushed with shame, and she threw herself into Dakong's arms, wishing she could hide in Dakong's belly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"

Although she doesn't think playing with small butter is a bad thing that should be criticized.

However, discussing the plot of Little Yellow Oil endlessly in public is definitely not something that can be done in public.

The plot of explaining small yellow oil to boys was exposed. This thing is too shameful!

"Be good."

Dakong touched Kitagawa Umi's head with a strange expression as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Pairs of eyes shot towards Kitagawa Umi from all directions like arrows. The classmates were all trying to hold back their laughter. Some showed ambiguous smiles, some cast contemptuous glances, some breathed a sigh of relief, some gloated, and some had an expression as if it had finally come.

Social death may be late, but it will never be absent.

In every video, there is a person who dies socially, either the protagonist or the supporting role. Kitagawa Umi's social death is like Jesus on the cross. Her death carries the social security of countless people.

Chapter 62 Gojo's Dream

Gojo Arata is more nervous than Kitagawa Umi.

He remembered something. When he was measuring Kitagawa-san's size some time ago, Kitagawa-san was wearing a swimsuit. It would be terrible if the video of Kitagawa-san in a swimsuit and losing composure was broadcast!

As expected, the video clip jumps to the moth's home the next day.

"I'm talking about Gojo-kun."

【“Yes, what’s going on?”】

"I've already said it, let's do it quickly."

【"do what?"】

"Of course, we need to measure the size! Didn't we say we should measure the size first? Okay, let's do it quickly."

"Regarding this matter, could you please ask someone else to measure it?"

Kitagawa Umi put her hands on her hips and straightened her plump figure. Gojo Arata's face immediately turned red, and she politely refused.

Kitagawa Umi loudly asked, "Why? Are you still unwilling?"

Gojo Arata said shyly, "No, no, it's not that I don't want to, but... in the book you lent me yesterday, it said... when it comes to measuring, it says... you have to... you have to... you have to... you have to wear your underwear!"

Looking at Gojo Arata's reaction, Kitagawa Umi curled her lips and said, "So that's it. So easy."

Kitagawa Umi unbuttoned a button, and a large mosaic appeared on the screen, completely covering the image.

Gojo Arata breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great..."

"How daring!"

"Haimeng is a very active meat-eating girl!"

"It's only the third day, right? Could it be that they've already set their sights on the target?"

Noha Sugaya, Ryune, and Oosora all teased Kitagawa Umi.

Kitagawa Umi put her head on Ozora's belly and turned it around, shouting shamefully, "I'm wearing a swimsuit!"

Sugaya Noha complained, "Wearing a swimsuit indoors, isn't that too lewd?"

Dressing should be appropriate for the occasion. No one will mind if you wear a swimsuit at the swimming pool or the beach, but if you wear it at home, it can have a bit of a romantic feel.

"I didn't expect Kitagawa-san to be so open-minded."

"You're so lewd!"

"If only I had learned to sew."

"Damn it! That guy got a great deal."

……

The boys were whispering to each other, looking at Gojo Arata with eyes full of envy and jealousy.

In their eyes, the video covered with mosaics is already playing a pornographic plot.

Oh no, isn't this even worse?

Hearing the discussion, Gojo Shincai's expression changed.

If there were no mosaics, although Kitagawa-san was wearing a swimsuit, she was still doing her work, so it wouldn't be a big problem even if she was seen.

However, once a layer of mosaic is applied, all kinds of associations will emerge without anyone being able to see.

After all, mosaics are something that can make people imagine things.

"Can't you just sit here? Isn't the height just right?"

"That's not good!"

“I need to…I need to know why. Because it’s not clean! Because it’s not clean!”

"That's totally fine."

"Wait! Please... please spare me! Please leave that unclean place immediately!"

"It's okay."

"You'll get dirty, please don't do that!"

"I told you it's okay, come and measure it."

“I can’t do it!”

"Why is it suddenly impossible? Isn't this plot too unexpected?"

"Because, how can I measure it for you?"

"I don't understand, but hurry up! My hands are sore."

"Sorry, I'll measure it right away!"

"So close! What kind of distance is this? I feel like... Kitagawa-san... No, no, no! Stop thinking about those unnecessary things!"

"There's no way I could know where you're [Silent]...!"

【"hey-hey!"】

[“No…it’s impossible to know…”]

"Where is Gojo-kun?"

Intermittent conversations could be heard from the mosaic-covered screen.

The conversation between Kitagawa Umi and Gojo Arata made everyone think a lot.

Kitagawa Umi, wearing only a swimsuit, sat on Gojo Arata's body, twisting her body, making Gojo Arata excited. The shy and innocent boy was teased by Kitagawa Umi, who guided Gojo Arata, the innocent boy, step by step, to find his...

"Oh no, it's hard...! My fist is hard! That bastard Gojo is so close to Kitagawa-san!"

The screen was full of mosaics, which made it impossible not to misunderstand. The students either blushed or their muscles stiffened.

Kitagawa Umi and Gojo Arata were the center of attention, and they felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, and just wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Nothing happened... I was just measuring..."

"Wow... This is so embarrassing! How could this happen? This is too much!"

Kitagawa Umi and Gojo Arata had the same idea.

Mosaic is the root of all evil!

When the mosaic fades, a completely black background appears. Kitagawa Umi, dressed as Kuroe Shizuku, happily says, "Great! I'm so happy with this outfit. Gojo-kun is amazing, isn't he?"

Gojo Arata smiled and said, "It's just the right size."

Kitagawa Umi said: "Hmm, it's perfect!"

“And then put on a wig…”

"Wait a moment, Gojo-kun."

Gojo Arata picked up a wig and was about to give it to Kitagawa Umi, but was rejected.

“Actually, actually, after cosplaying, my heart…my mood also becomes the same as the character, Gojo, Gojo-kun, Master, Master… Master~”

Kitagawa Umi's breathing became heavy, her whole body trembling. Her right hand caressed her face, her slender little finger pressed against her lips, and the saliva flowing from her parted lips stretched in strings on her palm.

“Please… take a good look at my… shameful place…”

Kitagawa Umi's left hand slowly lifted her skirt, revealing the fullness of her chest, which rose and fell, and she exuded a gorgeous temperament.

"Wow!"

Gojo Arata screamed, pushed away the desk, and knelt down in front of Kitagawa Umi, slamming her forehead heavily on the ground: "Yes, I'm sorry Kitagawa-san! I had that kind of dream, please kill me!"

Kitagawa Umi was wondering when she had experienced such a thing. After hearing Gojo Arana's confession, she realized that it was just a erotic dream of Gojo Arana.

Sugaya Noha said in surprise: "I actually had a wet dream, how funny!"

Dakong poked Kitagawa Umi's cheek and said jokingly, "If that's the case, something lewd must have happened during the time of Mosaic, right?"

"The erotic dream was made public, luckily there weren't many scenes involving us."

Ryūin looked at Gojo Arata with sympathy. If she encountered such a thing, she would not be able to survive in society in the future.

Chapter 63: The Curse Spirit Appears

"Wuwuwu...let me die."

After all, Gojo Arata is not Gojo Satoru, he doesn't have that thick skin.

At this moment, he only wanted to die quickly and be reborn.

"Gojo-kun, lift your head up."

Kitagawa Umi held Gojo Arata's cheeks with both hands and made him look at her.

When you are socially dead, if there is another person who is even more socially dead, it won’t be so shameful, after all, there is someone to take the blame.

Kitagawa Umi even had the energy to comfort Gojo Arata. Gojo Arata looked at each other with a look of despair on their faces, their eyes drifting to both sides, not daring to look at Kitagawa Umi.

Kitagawa Umi raised her voice and said cheerfully, "I'm not angry at all. On the contrary, I'm quite happy that Gojo-kun even dreams about me."

She wasn't lying, because it had always been her one-sided enthusiasm. Gojo Arata was too reserved in his emotions, which made her a little uneasy. But seeing that Gojo Arata had her in his heart, she felt at ease.

For a moment, Gojo's face flushed red and he didn't know where to look.

"Tsk!"

The classroom became quiet, and only the sound of unhappy smacking of lips could be heard.

Everyone was originally there to laugh at the joke, but who knew that the joke would suddenly turn into a joke.

Suddenly, the situation reversed, and they became a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman. It's your turn to laugh at the joke, you monster.JPG