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

Kato Megumi opened her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she let out a cry of delight.

"It's not me... Damn it! Don't... F*ck!"

...

Buzz!

Kujo Ditaro picked up the phone from the bedside table and answered the call irritably.

"Who is it? It's so early in the morning, you... Mom, no, why are you calling me?"

"You're so angry so early in the morning. Did you take the wrong medicine last night?"

"I ran into a little problem. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing much, just chatting with you. I heard you have a girlfriend?"

Kujo Ditaro sat up and walked out of the room while answering the phone.

After opening the door of the next room and seeing the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, he closed the door and went downstairs.

After pouring a glass of cold water, Kujo Ditaro just took a sip when his expression suddenly froze.

"Child? I want one too, but the yin and yang combination is missing half, so it's impossible to create one."

"Don't lie to me. Your dad said last time we talked on the phone that you were taking care of a child. Who would give you a child for no reason? And you, in your condition, don't you have any idea whether you can take care of a child on your own?"

"Anyway, the child isn't mine. As for the details, don't ask me. If something like this happened to me, I wouldn't be able to hide it from you."

The phone was silent for a long time. Just when Kujo Ditaro thought the signal was bad and was about to hang up, a chilling conversation came over intermittently.

"Oh, what a disappointment..."

"My trumpet is useless..."

"...If you can't find a girlfriend at 20, you might consider not giving me living expenses..."

"How about we adopt a...child bride..."

The call came to an abrupt end here.

Kujo Ditaro clenched his phone, his expression gradually darkening. "You're so cool overseas, and you still complain that I don't have a girlfriend? You're so capable, why don't you send one to me? Ugh!"

After being busy all night last night, he was woken up by the phone early in the morning. As a result, he heard such an infuriating conversation. Kujo Ditaro was very angry.

As the saying goes, turn anger into strength. For the next few hours, Kujo Ditaro stayed in the room painting.

Until the phone on the table vibrated slightly and the pain in my neck became unbearable, so I had to stop this act of venting my anger, which was planned to continue until the evening.

[Kujo-kun, I was drunk yesterday. If I said anything offensive, please forget it all. Please!]

Seeing the email sent by Kamio Kiyoko, Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and replied with a text message seriously.

But I took it seriously, what should I do?

"Eh?!"

Kiyoko Kamio, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.

After rubbing his eyes and confirming that he had not seen it wrong, he looked embarrassed and ashamed.

"What on earth did I say yesterday? Those three bastards didn't even explain it to me in detail. They were just brushing me off. Did I confess my feelings or say something weird? Damn it..."

Kiyoko Kamio hugged her pillow tightly and replied to a text message hesitantly.

[But I don’t even remember what I said... and it was all drunken talk.]

[What do you think about the truth being spoken after drinking? ]

What do you see?

Can I just sit and watch?!

Kiyoko Kamio dropped her arms, tilted her head back, and wailed exhaustedly.

"What on earth did I say? Those three bastards won't tell me anything. I don't remember a thing. How shameful!"

"Qingzi, you're screaming..."

"Shut up! Get out!"

"You... who's afraid of who! Get out of here if you want!"

Kamiosuke passed by the door and left silently with an angry look on his face.

When I walked into the living room and saw my parents chatting, I immediately started to tell them off.

"Mom and Dad, Qingzi has a boyfriend..."

"Eh? Is this true? Who is the other party?"

"What! Where did this wild boar come from? How dare it attack my Qingzi? Where's my baseball bat?"

"Dad, be patient. That man is stronger than me. Even if we put our forces together, we can't defeat him."

"Hmm...it's better to be strong. Have you seen that person? What does he look like? He can't be ugly."

Kiyoko Kamio had no idea what kind of conversation was going on in the living room outside the house.

Otherwise, there might be another shocking murder case of a sister killing her brother in the Kamio family today.

"What's going on? I guess I should just treat it as drunken talk..."

He lay back murmuring, looking at the phone held above him, and hesitantly typed a line of words.

Kamio Kiyoko narrowed her eyes, was silent for a long time, then deleted the words and retyped them.

"Since Kujo-kun took it seriously, then what exactly did I say last night? But Kujo-kun, don't try to fabricate the facts, otherwise it will be very troublesome later."

Chapter 49: The beginning of pornographic comics?

After Kamio Kiyoko sent the message, she waited for a while before her phone vibrated.

Seeing that the email was not replied by Kujo Ditaro, I clicked it to check with regret.

"Hmm? Short video..."

After clicking on the video that needed to be loaded, Kiyoko Kamio started shaking violently before she could even watch it for a few seconds.

"How dare these guys...Ahhh!"

.....

[Kujo-kun, no need to elaborate. I have something else to do. We can talk next time.]

Kujo Ditaro was stunned. Although he was a little surprised, he still replied OK.

He put his phone in his pocket, stood up and walked out of the room, pushing open the door to the next room.

Seeing the girl sitting on the bed with her clothes lifted to her waist and her face gradually turning red, Kujo Ditaro took a step back and closed the door with his backhand.

"No, you were drunk yesterday, and I was afraid you'd fall to the ground, so I came over to check on you from time to time..."

"Cousin, I'm fine now, but please remember to knock on the door next time."

"Okay, take your time, I'll go downstairs first."

"..."

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Kato Megumi sighed softly, but didn't mind too much.

She got out of bed and walked to the closet, slowly pulling the beige midi skirt from her waist down to her ankles.

After taking a light step to the side, he bent down and took off the black socks covering his calves.

After an unknown amount of time, Kato Megumi felt lighter all over, looked at herself in the mirror, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

“Shouldn’t be fat…”

"Mei, will you make dinner or should I?"

Hearing the sudden sound outside the door, Kato Megumi's face changed slightly.

"Cousin! Don't open the door. I'm changing."

"It's okay, I'll go buy some groceries first. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm? It's all fine. Just buy it and put it in the kitchen. I'll make it."

"OK, I'm out then."

After Kujo Ditaro walked down the stairs, he thought to himself that it was a close call.

You know, not to mention Kato Megumi's body, even the two points on her chest had been touched by him.

It's not a dirty act, but just the inevitable physical contact after the girl turns into a baby.

Of course, when the girl changes back, some behaviors are unavoidable, such as...! ?

.....

On the way to the convenience store, Kujo Ditaro kept thinking about a question.

So, in the industry, how easy is it to earn a million in royalties from pornographic comics?

In fact, the comics industry in Japan is very developed.

There are actually many real-life illustrators who have become famous figures by making a fortune through comics.

But there are countless miserable painters who work hard for many years but still cannot make a living.

To be honest, among these unsuccessful and struggling painters, apart from most of them who are half-baked and have not mastered the skills, there are still some talented people with good painting skills.

But unfortunately, like Kujo Ditaro, they have impressive painting skills but lack the corresponding screenwriting ability.

If the story is poorly written, readers will not buy it even if the illustrations are exquisite.

Therefore, many painters who think they are good at painting will find someone who is also a good screenwriter to work together on the creation if conditions permit.

Kujo Ditaro had considered the idea of collaborating on the project, but due to limited funds and difficulty in finding personnel, there was no plan at all...

In any case, it would be difficult for Kujo Ditaro to draw a pornographic manga that could earn him 100 million yen in royalties in the short term.

Unless you are a bit stubborn, you will upload the work as soon as you finish it, and abandon it if it fails, until it becomes a hit.

"Oh, what a headache! The level of pornography is so high now. A newbie like me won't be able to get a job without a few years of learning."

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and looked through those popular erotic comics, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw something and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"BL manga? Hmm... If I extract some of the plot and character designs from JOJO and adapt them, could I put together a nice erotic manga..."

After thinking deeply for a long time, Kujo Ditaro nodded in agreement, "Good idea, but I still have to use a villain. Otherwise, it might have an unnecessary impact on my future release of JOJO... Hmm? That's not..."

“Hehehe…”

On the street, a blonde girl with glasses holding a gift bag was humming a song happily as she walked.

Perhaps because she was too happy, the girl did not notice that there was a man following her.

Looking at the straight-haired man in a green sportswear in front of him, Kujo Ditaro hesitated, but still called out.

"Sawamura-san?"

"Eh?!"

Eriri Sawamura was stunned, looked back subconsciously, and then... raised her head.

"You...you, why...why are you here? Are you following me?"

"I saw it a little bit like you just now, but I didn't expect it to be you. You actually wear a sweatshirt like this..."

"This... this is my work clothes. After all, it's easy to get clothes dirty when painting... Really, can you chat?"

Eriri Sawamura snorted lightly, turned around and continued walking forward.

Kujo Ditaro followed closely behind but was heckled.

"Why are you following me?"

"I don't know what you're doubting. If I were that kind of person, do you think you could have gotten away with it the first few times?"

"..."

Eriri Sawamura didn't know how to defend herself, so she just remained silent.