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

“Peek a Boo....”

The campus paths where cherry blossoms are in full bloom are filled with club stalls with colorful posters.

Kujo Ditaro walked in the middle of the road, his height standing out from everyone else, allowing him to easily find his target.

Looking at the group of strong men gathered together and the anime club full of beautiful women, Kujo Toitaro fell into silence.

After a while, he made a bold decision.

"Hey, Senior, you're busy."

"Di Taro, you're really good. You actually confessed your love for Izu No Hana in public. You're really brave."

Listening to others talking about their glorious deeds, Kujo Ditaro was not nervous, but smiled naturally.

"Senior, these are just small scenes. Um... let me ask you something."

"If you want to quit the club, please look at the boy over there."

The sturdy, blond-haired senior pointed at a drunken blond man and said amiably, "As long as you get everyone in our club drunk, you can quit. There's no other choice."

"That's interesting, Senior." Kujo Ditaro rolled up his sleeves and said with interest, "As long as we get drunk, it's okay?"

"Hmm? Junior, from the sound of your voice, it seems you can drink quite a bit." The yellow-haired senior grinned and said, "If you can do it, not only will we let you quit the club, we'll also introduce you to beautiful women!"

Kujo Ditaro didn't reply, but just pointed at a black-haired boy who was getting dressed.

The yellow-haired senior looked over and saw that the already ferocious smile became even more terrifying.

He waved his hand, and a sturdy senior with a crew cut came over, not knowing what was going on.

"Jiro, what's up?"

"Shinji, Di Taro said he wants to get us drunk, but he has to start with Iori first, so you know what I mean."

The honest-looking senior with a crew cut laughed and then revealed a ferocious look on his face.

"Don't worry, he can't run away!"

At the same time, Kitahara Iori, sensing something, suddenly stopped.

Looking at the two dark shadows on the ground, crystal sweat appeared on his forehead.

With a gurgling sound, the well-defined Adam's apple rolled.

Without any hesitation, even though his pants were still on the ground, Kitahara Iori still spread his legs.

"Iori..."

"Where to go?"

A low voice just came from behind, and Kitahara Iori's shoulder was pinched and crackled.

Then, he saw a pair of large-sized leather shoes appear on the open space in front of him.

In the sunlight, a face that was distorted with fear was reflected on the reflective leather shoes!

"No!!! What are you doing! I brought you two new people! ...You are just throwing the donkey away after it has served its purpose!"

"Iori, these are two different things. I want to drink with you, not fight with you."

Kitahara Iori, who was suspended in the middle, looked at the tall figure in front of him in astonishment.

"Di Taro...are you crazy? You actually started a drinking party? This could kill people!"

Kujo Ditaro stopped and slowly turned around, his expressionless face suddenly becoming ferocious.

"Iori...we're the only ones drinking."

Hearing this, Kitahara Iori, with a look of shock on his face, uttered a few words in a rhythmic manner.

"...One vs. One...A real man's battle..."

At this moment, a group of people were gathered on the green lawn.

In the middle of these people stood a table filled with liquor.

"Di Taro, do you really have to be like this?"

Under the sunlight, half of Kitahara Iori's face looked terrifyingly gloomy.

"I was supposed to sign up for the anime club, but you ended up sending me here."

In Kujo Ditaro's hand, he held a milky white bottle of wine with the words "Water of Life" written on it.

As if venting his anger, he drank the 96-degree liquor in one gulp.

With a bang, the bottle fell to the ground and rolled down the grass slope.

"I'm done, it's your turn."

Kujo Ditaro's hideous smile caught Kitahara Iori's eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Kitahara Iori picked up the bottle of milky white wine and started blowing into it.

The members of the community who gathered around applauded and cheered, and the atmosphere reached a high point.

"How can I repair it..."

When Kitahara Iori was halfway through drinking, the two lines of wine at the corners of his mouth became more than twice as thick.

Suddenly, a slender white hand grabbed the bottle.

The man with blond hair looked at Kitahara Iori with gentle eyes.

"Iori, there's no need to be so anxious to drink. Look how much wine has leaked! Here, here's a cup!"

“…”

The wine bottle that Kitahara Iori was biting in his mouth was violently pulled out.

A liquid mixed with wine and saliva splashed out in a perfect arc.

"Kohei! You...!"

Kitahara Iori stared at the blond man in front of him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The blond man didn't take it seriously and instead considerately poured a glass of wine into the glass.

"Iori, the water of life is very precious, don't waste it."

“…”

Looking at the wine glass handed to him, Kitahara Iori took it angrily, then drank it down headfirst.

As he drank, he stared at the blond man in front of him with his bloodshot eyes.

The blond man was very handsome, but at this moment, his smile was particularly ferocious!

"Haha... Looks like... Out of the three of us today, only one can return standing!"

Kitahara Iori put down his wine glass, and his crazy and fiery gaze kept moving back and forth between the blond man and Kujo Ditaro.

Kujo Ditaro exhaled a breath of alcohol and took off his black jacket.

With his strong and sturdy fingers, he effortlessly pushed open the iron cap on the wine bottle!

"..."

Kitahara Iori was stunned, and the hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

Chapter 3: You have a little extra?!

Does Kujo Toitaro desire a girlfriend?

Yes, he was very eager.

Since being bound to the selection system, his body shape and behavior have undergone tremendous changes.

In his first year of high school, he was a student with excellent character and academic performance, but in just two years, he became a notorious pervert.

Confess to the schoolgirl, bang the senior schoolgirl against the wall, flirt with the teacher...

It can be said that the time in high school was a pain that Kujo Ditaro could not get over.

Fortunately, high school is only three years long, and it will be over in a few days.

On the contrary, compared to his past dark history, Kujo Ditaro pays more attention to his current life.

After four years of college life, if nothing unexpected happens, he will still follow the same path as in high school.

Therefore, he had to secure a girlfriend before his reputation as a pervert spread.

Even if the two of them break up in the future, he has been in a relationship.

However....

The dream hadn't even begun when it was completely shattered because of someone's deception.

Kujo Ditaro looked down at Kitahara Iori in front of him and said, "Even if the dean comes today, you can't escape!"

"Di Taro, we are from the same root. It was wrong of me to lie to you, but I was also deceived."

"I care so much about you!"

Kitahara Iori covered his forehead with one hand and sighed, "Kohei, I'm sorry for you too. I apologize to you. You don't drink much, do you? You must be feeling upset after drinking so much just now. This glass of water is for you after you get drunk. Please drink it."

Looking at the cup of clear liquid handed to him, the blond man was stunned and took the cup with a sigh.

"Sorry Iori, I was wrong too, let's call it even."

After he finished speaking, the blond man named Kohei raised his glass and drank.

Halfway through his drink, his eyes suddenly widened.

With a bang, the cup with half a cup of water left rolled to the edge of the table.

"You call this water?! What the hell!"

Kohei Imamura grabbed Kitahara Iori by the collar, his expression distorted with anger.

Kitahara Iori leaned back slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, "Haha! How you feel now is exactly how I felt back then!"

"I forgave you just now! You..."

Imamura Kohei was suddenly interrupted when he was halfway through his speech.

"Kengping, we have rules here."

"Sorry, sorry, I was impulsive."

Kohei Imamura released his grip on his collar, turned around, and bowed to everyone to apologize.

The yellow-haired senior shook his head and pointed at the glass that had fallen on the table.

Kohei Imamura smiled suddenly, said "I understand", and squatted down to pick up the cup.

But the moment he grabbed the cup, a sound came from it that made his hair stand on end.

"Gengping, the rule here is that if you pour out the wine, you have to drink ten cups as punishment."

“…”

Imamura Kohei was stunned for a moment, then said quietly, "Does Iori know about this rule?"

"He tried it yesterday, so he probably hasn't forgotten..."

"You idiot! You're trying to trick me again?!"

Kitahara Iori, whose collar was pinched, grinned and said, "I told you long ago, today, of the three of us, only one can leave!"

"..."

Looking at the two people who were almost wrestling with each other, a hint of sneer flashed in Kujo Ditaro's eyes.

His physical strength is much better than that of ordinary people, not to mention his alcohol tolerance.

Even if two people take turns drinking with him, he will definitely be the one standing in the end.

But everyone has their limits. He might be able to get four or five people drunk, but he definitely can't get dozens of people around him drunk.

Therefore, the dream of quitting the society is just a dream after all.