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

"Adventure and reward are always proportional. Come on, Iori, face it head-on!"

Thank you so much!

Kitahara Iori gritted her teeth and walked into the lingerie store step by step.

The female clerk in charge of receiving customers stood at the entrance politely and elegantly.

"Sir, this is a women's store. We don't sell products for men."

"I know...Um, I want to buy a pair of women's underwear, the smallest size..."

"...Excuse me, are you buying this as a gift for a friend?"

"Yes, yes, it's a gift for a friend."

The clerk breathed a sigh of relief. It was not the first time she had met a boy like this who bought underwear for his girlfriend.

Therefore, her way of entertaining people became familiar again.

"Okay, sir, but women's products aren't what you think. Subtle differences in size and style could cause your friend discomfort. So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, could you please tell me your friend's measurements? It doesn't have to be too precise; using your hands is fine."

"My friend's measurements?"

Kitahara Iori murmured, a thoughtful look on his face.

He didn't know why Kujo Ditaro asked him to buy women's underwear, but considering it from a gentleman's perspective, it was definitely for collection.

Or just put it on your head to satisfy the strange desires in your heart.

If you want to be more perverted, you can wear it yourself...hmm...hmm!

"Ouch!"

Kitahara Iori, who was reminded of some terrifying scene, lay down and started vomiting.

"Di Taro, that's not possible, is it? Using oranges to make us work is fine, but you actually poisoned them?"

"Go away. I ate that orange myself. Go over and see what's going on."

"I'll go? No, what if he vomits on me?"

"Not going? Then be quiet."

The two people at the back stopped talking and continued to observe secretly.

"Guest? Are you okay?"

"Um...it's okay. I don't remember my friend's measurements, so just buy me the smallest size."

Kitahara Iori stood up and waved his hand with a haggard look.

The clerk twitched his lips slightly, puzzled, "That's impossible. If you think about it carefully, there must be a rough outline..."

"......" Kitahara Iori covered her face with her hands, knelt on the ground, and cried hysterically: "Please! Don't ask anymore, just give me the smallest size, I really can't stand it..."

"Eh? Guest... Guest, I understand. I'll be right there."

The clerk was really scared. Without thinking, he ran back to the store in a hurry. After a few seconds, he ran out again.

"Thank you..." Kitahara Iori handed over the money with one hand and received the goods with the other, and did not forget to show a grateful smile before leaving.

The clerk holding the money muttered to himself in a daze, "Is the pressure on boys nowadays to fall in love so great?"

.....

"Iori, what happened to you just now? Vomiting and kneeling?"

"Yeah, if this lingerie store doesn't sell to us, we can just go to the next one. Is this really necessary?"

“…”

Kitahara Iori sighed and silently handed over the remaining money and gift bag.

After Kujo Ditaro took the gift bag, he said sympathetically, "You can keep this money as a favor."

"Oh, if you're alright, I'll be leaving first."

After saying this, Kitahara Iori turned around and left. His back, looking hopeless, was really worrying.

Kujo Ditaro pulled Imamura Kohei over and warned him, "I don't know what's irritating Iori. I have something else to do. Please follow me."

"Okay, I understand. I'll keep an eye on him." Imamura Kohei nodded and quickly followed.

Kujo Ditaro cast his gaze over, stared at him for a few seconds, and then ran away.

"Iori, what's wrong with you? It's just buying women's products, you shouldn't be like this, right?"

"You do not understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand? How can I understand if you don't tell me? So, tell me about it."

Kitahara Iori stopped, turned around and made a "come closer" gesture to Imamura Kohei.

Imamura Kohei obeyed, leaning forward with curiosity, and then...

"Ouch! It's horrible, my brain is shaking... Ouch!"

"Got it? Do you understand now? Hahaha!"

"Stop talking! If you keep going like this! I can't even look at Di Taro anymore!"

"Can't look me in the eye? Why?"

The sound coming from behind made the expressions of the two men freeze instantly.

Kitahara Iori's shoulders trembled, and he said incoherently: "Di Taro, we are just joking, hahaha..."

"Yes, yes, yes... Iori was in a bad mood, so I told him a joke to liven up the atmosphere and improve his mood." Imamura Kohei didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, he just nodded in agreement.

"Oh? Then you guys wouldn't mind improving my mood as well, right?"

Kujo Ditaro grabbed Kitahara Iori's neck and said with pity: "To be honest, I was quite worried about you before, wondering if you had encountered any problems, so I chased you. You may not know that my hearing is pretty good. I like to hear some funny jokes. I feel itchy all over when I hear them.

Chapter 23: You’re showing me these in public?

"Eh? Is there nothing left to discuss?"

"I see. You're going to have your leg broken, right? That's probably going to hurt a lot."

"What? Only leave me one leg? ....Dad, give me a chance!"

Kitahara Iori gave up his dignity and handed over all his belongings, finally getting a chance to live.

Imamura Kohei was just an accomplice, but Kujo Ditaro not only did not make things difficult for him, but also pinched his shoulder.

And so, after dealing with the two of them, he returned to the steak house.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Isn't it twenty minutes? It's almost been an hour."

Eriri Sawamura, sitting on the toilet, looked at her mobile phone from time to time.

As time passed, her face became paler and her mood became heavier.

Just when she was considering whether to sacrifice her dignity and ask her mother to come out, a strange cough was heard outside the door.

"There's no one else in the bathroom, so you should take advantage of this moment."

"I threw it to you from above, did you see it?"

Eriri Sawamura raised her head slightly and saw a black bag hanging on the door.

Overjoyed, she said excitedly, "I see. Let go. I can catch it."

"OK, I'll wait for you in the store." After saying this, Kujo Ditaro left without looking back.

"This guy... is quite smart. He thinks so carefully."

Eriri Sawamura opened the bag and looked at the panties and sanitary napkins inside, her eyes lit up.

After nodding with satisfaction, she reached out and took off her panties at the heels of her legs.

Looking at the red spots on it, I couldn't help but feel the complaints that only girls can understand.

"Seriously, why don't boys get their periods? It's so unfair."

After she put on her new panties with a sanitary napkin, she was about to get up and push the door open.

But when she stood up, her feet went weak and she bumped her head against the door.

“Ah…it hurts so much…”

......

Seeing Sawamura Eriri constantly rubbing her forehead with her hands since she sat down opposite him, Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised.

"What happened to you? Did you bump into something?"

"Um...you said before that you wanted my help. What is it?"

Sawamura Eriri didn't want to talk about the embarrassing incident just now, so she got straight to the point and said, "Let me make it clear in advance that you helped me this time, but if you want to make such an excessive request, I won't agree to it."

"You can rest assured about this. After all, men love beauty and they get it in a proper way." Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sawamura-san, when did you start painting?"

"Huh? Why are you asking that?" Sawamura Eriri was stunned and asked back, "Does this have anything to do with what you want my help with?"

"There is a connection, but it's not a big deal." Kujo Ditaro raised his hand and called the waiter over. "Bring me a drink, and for her, a steak set."

After the clerk left, Sawamura Eriri, with a strange look on her face, expressed her opinion.

"Why don't you ask me first? What if I've already had lunch? Wouldn't it be a waste?"

"If you don't eat, I'll take care of it. These aren't the problems. What I want to talk about now is the real business."

"Really? Then tell me what the matter is."

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone, opened the album, and handed it over.

"Take a look at these photos."

"..."

Eriri Sawamura took the phone, looked down at it for a few seconds, and her face gradually turned red.

She pressed the phone down on the table with her backhand and angrily asked, "What are you doing? Showing me this kind of picture in such a public place?"

Kujo Ditaro disagreed and spread his hands, saying, "Don't be angry first. Look carefully at the appearance of these female characters."

"What are you doing?" Eriri Sawamura bit her lower lip, but still picked up the phone and looked at it with a blushing face.

She wanted to get it over with, but after taking a few glances at the pictures, her expression suddenly changed.

"Are these all the female characters I've drawn?"

"That's right, but these pictures are not from your hand. They are drawn by me."

"What? You drew it?"

Sawamura Eriri widened her eyes and said in disbelief, "I believe you can play basketball, but you can draw? Is that true?"

"...Um...Okay." Kujo Ditaro took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to complain, and replied, "The reason I came to you is so that you can teach me how to draw comics. As for whether I can draw or not, you will naturally know when the time comes."

"Let me teach you how to draw comics? Are you sure?" Eriri Sawamura suddenly stood up, put her hands on the table, her face full of surprise.

Kujo Ditaro didn't say anything, but pointed around.

Sawamura Eriri understood what she meant, her face slightly red as she sat back down and whispered, "That's impossible. I won't teach you how to draw."

"Sawamura-kun, have you forgotten our previous agreement?" Kujo Ditaro folded his hands and said condescendingly, "Are you trying to pull a fast one and get something for nothing?"

"No." Sawamura Eriri was stunned and sighed: "I have a bad personality. I can't teach others to draw, and I have no experience in teaching others. Please change your request."

"It's okay. I'm not starting from scratch. I just lack experience in drawing comics." Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes and said earnestly, "Teacher Kashiwagi, you won't reject me, right? Or..."

"You...I know! I can teach you, okay?" Sawamura Eriri showed her fangs and snorted fiercely.

Kujo Ditaro smiled with satisfaction and said soothingly, "Sawamura-kun, there's no need to be so reluctant. Look at my painting. It's not that bad, right?"

Hearing this, Eriri Sawamura couldn't help but glance at her phone. From a professional point of view, these paintings... are really good.

To a certain extent, even she couldn't draw such a detailed painting.

The competitive spirit in my heart began to burn.

"Did you draw all these? How many years have you been learning to paint?"

"It's been two years, but I've been home-schooled. How's it going? Not bad, right?"