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

Kasumigaoka Utaha ignored her and continued to use the net to catch fish, but the result was terrible.

Kujo Ditaro didn't force it and watched the excitement with a smile, but after observing for a long time, he found something strange.

"That's it."

An unknown amount of time passed before Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped her operation, took a long breath, and stood up and asked, "How much?"

"I quite like customers like you, but I still have to pay what I owe you. Five thousand."

After collecting the money, Kujo Ditaro said something earnestly, "Whack-a-mole is more effective than catching goldfish. If that doesn't work, just go eat something."

"Those are useless." Kasumigaoka Shiina was in a better mood, and her tone was much gentler. "It's better to try something you haven't played before. Let's go, junior."

"Goodbye." After saying this politely, Kujo Ditaro turned to look at Kato Megumi and asked, "Megumi, you can fish it out now."

"Um...."

Kato Hui shook her head and said softly, "My cousin has already opened a shop, so I won't join in the fun."

"No, just sit here and try some. I won't be closing until noon. I'll give you a few free tries."

Kujo Ditaro was bored, so he didn't want to let anyone leave.

Kato Megumi took a small step back and offered a well-reasoned opinion, "Often, shop owners who offer trial products to customers are trying to rip them off. My cousin really knows how to run a business. He's ripping off an acquaintance who's patronizing his business."

"That's not what I meant."

Kujo Ditaro supported his chin with one hand, looking weak and lazy, just like a fish swimming below, extremely lazy.

"It's too boring here. If you leave, I'll have to stay alone until closing time."

Um...

Kato Megumi looked around and found that there were more or less people standing in front of the stalls around her. She nodded in understanding.

"Well, it's nothing anyway."

"OK, how many do you want? Buy more, get more free."

"Cousin, you still say you don't want to kill me? You're even using marketing tactics."

"This is a benefit for your acquaintance. Look at the one before, I actually got it..."

Around 12 noon.

Because there was really no business, the diving club sent people to clean up the fishing stall in advance.

The people who came were none other than Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei.

The three of them chatted while packing up their stall.

"Di Taro, how come this stall has fallen into such a state now that you're in charge? I remember when Sister Zi came to see it yesterday, business was pretty good."

"Scooping for goldfish is a kid's game. Adults don't do it. Besides, I didn't get nothing. I probably made at least five or six thousand."

"Sister Zi only sold a few thousand. How can you make five or six thousand in just half a day? Is this customer blind or something?"

"I'm also confused. How could anyone buy the okonomiyaki you two perverts sell? Don't you mind tasting some weird ingredients?"

Looking at the three people whose movements were not agile at all, Chisa Furukawa, who was passing by, urged them in a bad mood.

"Three of you, can you please stop chatting? This stall is almost closed for half a day, right?"

After hearing what people said, the three of them became more alert.

After packing up his stall, Kujo Ditaro went to the club classroom.

Considering that there was a celebration banquet in the afternoon, he didn't think about going home, but instead used his mobile phone to study the plot of the comics.

"Hmm? Does Ditaro still read comics?"

Kujo Ditaro looked back and saw Nanaka Furukawa looking at him, and subconsciously smiled.

"I quite like it. Why is Sister Nanahua back? Weren't you looking at that jewelry store?"

Nanaka Furutegawa pinched her shoulders, and the proud mountains in front of her shook inadvertently.

Hiss...at least...

Kujo Ditaro subconsciously wanted to use the unit of measurement "Sawamura", but on second thought, he felt that it was not appropriate.

It’s not that I have a change of heart, but some things are too small and not impactful when taken together.

Nanaka Furukawa opened her hands, relaxed them for a moment, and explained, "I'm a little tired of watching, so someone else is watching. The club is relatively quiet now, so I can take a nap."

"That's it..."

Kujo Ditaro looked around and found that there were no other members around. He was a little surprised, but he didn't care.

Nanaka Furutegawa sat down against the wall, her beautiful eyes slowly closed. After an unknown amount of time, her breathing gradually became even and regular.

sleep so fast?

Kujo Ditaro looked over and saw the woman sleeping soundly, and couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

According to normal people's thinking, in a place where men are present, women will instinctively become alert and therefore unable to fall asleep smoothly.

But now...

This is a very sweet sleep.

Kujo Ditaro didn't care too much. After all, there was never a shortage of weird...perverts in this club.

Nanaka Furutegawa was sleeping more and more crookedly. When she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of big hands supported her shoulders in time and then slowly leaned her to the ground.

Although she was an adult woman in her twenties, her strange appearance at the moment seemed a little strange to Kujo Ditaro.

It seems like...a sign of having a pink dream.

Chapter 88: You are sisters! This kind of thing...

Everyone has erotic dreams.

Even a pure and innocent goddess still has desires.

only...

"Chisa-chan... stop making trouble... come into my arms."

"Good boy, that's it, um..."

"Hey hey hey..."

this...

Looking at the sleeping girl immersed in her own world, Kujo Ditaro took a step back with a twitching face.

Although he knew that the man in front of him was a sister-con, he did not expect that the former had reached a terminal stage.

With a daunting thought in mind, he no longer wanted to divert his attention and walked silently to the side and sat down.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro was confused.

It was okay at the beginning, he could still barely study comics.

But as time went on, the woman's strange conversations not only became more frequent, but she also added some not-so-gentle onomatopoeia.

This is too perverted! ?

You two are biological sisters!

The orthopedics department only accepts brothers and sisters. People like you... are a waste of resources!

Kujo Ditaro glanced sideways, with a little bloodshot in his eyes.

At the same time, a familiar conversation was heard outside the door.

"Chisa, Nanaka-san shouldn't be in the club, right?"

"Impossible. I heard from Sister Zi that she has returned to the club."

"I don't know where Di Taro went. I guess he's been slacking off again..."

Seeing that the door was about to open, Kujo Ditaro hurriedly woke up the sleeping woman.

Nanaka Furukawa rubbed her sleepy eyes and murmured in a daze, "What's wrong, Chisa-chan?"

"Forget about Little Qiansha, Big Qiansha is here."

"Da...Da Qiansha?"

Kujo Ditaro didn't bother to say anything more. He turned to look at the door and asked, "Why are you back?"

"Everything is almost done, let's come back and rest for a while."

"Di Taro, didn't you agree to help close the other stalls? You idiot..."

"Haven't we started collecting yet, huh?!"

"I'm sure you'll want to slack off later..."

Kitahara Iori changed his tone mid-sentence: "It was just a joke. How could Di Taro be lazy? You obviously didn't even think about helping, did you?"

"Ah? Did you think I wouldn't do anything?" Kujo Ditaro stood up and grinned, "I'll pinch you like instant noodles, crunchy."

"Di Taro, Iori has been very active lately and even said bad things about you last night, so you should beat him up." Kohei Imamura raised the corner of his mouth and his face gradually distorted.

"Ten thousand dollars is not a big deal?" Kitahara Iori waved his hands repeatedly, arguing, "Di Taro, you'll get more by using violence. We're in a civilized age now, and the way we resolve conflicts shouldn't involve violence..."

"I just like to get my hands dirty. If you have the ability, you should train yourself."

Kujo Ditaro patiently coaxed her into submission, whispering devilishly, "Let me tell you something. Maybe in the next few years, girls will like muscular men. If you want to find a girlfriend, it's best to start now. You don't have to be too strong, just be like the seniors."

"hehe."

Kitahara Iori curled his lips and smiled, not even willing to complain.

When Kohei Imamura lifts up his blonde hair, his handsome face becomes even more charming.

Kujo Ditaro was cruel and delivered a critical blow with a grin, "You should know... Tokita-senpai has a girlfriend."

"How can it be."

"That's just the way he is."

"Yep."

The inappropriate female voice made the atmosphere in the venue strangely quiet.

Nanaka Furukawa stood up and began to explain in detail while fixing her hair.

"Ashi has a girlfriend, don't you know?"

“…”

The two men pondered for a moment, their faces gradually distorted.

Kitahara Iori clenched his fists, murderous intent evident in his eyes, but two lines of tears were flowing uncontrollably.

Imamura Kohei smiled miserably, and his laughter became more and more hysterical until someone held the back of his head.

Kujo Ditaro leaned over, and the devil whispered as usual, "Come on, Kohei, create a world without young men with me."

"Do not..."

Imamura Kohei resisted instinctively, but the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"A man's charm lies in his muscles. As long as you are strong enough, trolls like Iori will talk to you nicely."

"As we all know, only weak pigs dig up cabbages, while strong pigs should dig up pigs!"

"Come on, let go of your past obsessions. Your body is the capital of revolution..."

Kujo Ditaro's remarks did not achieve any significant effect.

Faced with this otaku who couldn't tell the difference between dimensions, his patience was running out.

These two...

Seeing his companions about to fall, Kitahara Iori knew that he could not stand idly by, so he stood up decisively.

"Kohei, Di Taro is right, you should practice more."

"What? What right do you have to say that? You're even worse at diving than I am."

"Except for diving, I'm confident I can crush you in any sport you mention."