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

Zou Ryuin Zhumei took a step forward and said excitedly, "No, no, no, Mr. Kujo's muscles are the most perfect I have ever seen. They are like gems, stars, and a masterpiece made by a skilled craftsman."

"Forehead..."

Kujo Ditaro had never been flattered like this before, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei continued to approach, and her verbal praises never stopped.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to respond politely, but he couldn't get a word in.

Looking at the girl who had come close to him, a bad premonition enveloped his heart.

"Mr. Kujo, can I touch...your treasure?"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro instinctively clamped his legs together, but after thinking about it, he reacted.

"You mean my muscles?"

"Uh-huh!"

Zou Liuyuan Zhu Mei nodded repeatedly, her pretty face slightly red as she clasped her ten fingers together, but her attitude was extremely firm.

"I know this request is unreasonable, but Mr. Kujo doesn't know that my heart has been beating fast since I saw you..."

"I usually just watch from afar, and even though I like it, I can tolerate it completely... But this time... I can't help it at all..."

"I really want to touch...this jewel-like thing..."

Kujo Ditaro knew that there were many strange people in the world.

Without going too far, there are many perverts around him.

As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Looking at the lustful girl in front of him, Kujo Ditaro calmly pointed out the problem.

"Everything else is easy to say, just wipe your saliva first."

Chapter 108: Ditaro's dear friend, we are here to help you pick up girls!

"Di Taro is really entangled."

"What? Why...how can I repair it!"

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, and the scene that came into his sight made him so jealous that he was unrecognizable.

Imamura Kohei shook his head and said seriously, "Iori, don't envy Di Taro. Based on my years of research in the Holy Land, that girl is definitely a nymphomaniac, and she also has masochistic attributes. She is an out-and-out pervert..."

"What's the difference between perverted and abnormal?" Kitahara Iori covered his face with one hand, his lips trembling slightly. "As long as they're good-looking, what does it matter if they're perverted? And who are we to call others perverted?"

"Alright, alright, since you're so envious, then go and stir up trouble."

Imamura Kohei raised his finger and pointed, saying seriously, "Iori, Di Taro has a girlfriend. As a close friend, you should supervise him. You are enforcing justice and have a clear conscience."

"No, no, no." Kitahara Iori waved his hand and refuted with reason, "We are all close friends. You have obligations in this matter, so you should do it."

"What are you talking about!" Imamura Kohei patted the black-haired man's shoulders and said righteously: "You knew Di Taro earlier than me, and you have a better relationship..."

"Nonono!" Kitahara Iori pinched the blond man's collar and said firmly: "The bond between me and Di Taro is contradictory, so you should be closer to him. This kind of justice should be carried out by you!"

"Ah?! You're jealous, and you want me to be your pawn?" Imamura Kohei pushed me away, straightening his clothes with disdain, and snorted, "I don't want to bother with you. Get out of the way. I'm going to find that coach."

"Kohei, do you still remember?" Kitahara Iori looked lonely, his tone gradually becoming sad. "Di Taro said he would take us to the Women's University, but you have to understand that the reason we went to the Women's University was not Di Taro, but his girlfriend!"

Imamura Kohei stopped and frowned, "You mean..."

"That's right." Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth, his voice becoming more sinister. "He said he would take us to the women's university, but Di Taro won't fulfill his promise. So we need to give him some motivation, like... not showing his girlfriend any ambiguous photos of the opposite sex."

"This..." Imamura Kohei took a step back and whispered, "You are looking for death..."

"Do not."

The black-haired man shook his finger, and a bright, sinister smile appeared on his ordinary face.

"If Di Taro were to mess around with other girls and his girlfriend found out, the consequences would be unimaginable. So, to prevent this from happening, we have to put an end to the possibility of Di Taro messing around. Only then will our chance to go to the women's university be realized."

"But... this is a gamble with your life!"

Imamura Kohei was a little hesitant, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Kohei, Kanako is Kamio's best friend. If Di Taro breaks up with her girlfriend, do you think you still have a chance?"

Kitahara Iori raised his profile, and the devil continued to whisper.

"You have to understand that there are fewer and fewer girls who like the anime now. If you miss this one, when will you meet the next one?"

"Don't forget, you're good-looking, Kanako is pretty, and you both like Lalako. You really are a match made in heaven."

"But he is my best friend! Since he is my best friend, we must supervise him well."

Imamura Kohei's face began to distort, and there was a scarlet light in his eyes.

Kitahara Iori patted his shoulder, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably, "Very good, it's time to let Di Taro remember that he is a married man."

"Just in case, we need to take a picture first before we interrupt their affair, okay?"

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror. Everything I do is righteous! This is a heroic act. Do you understand?"

"...When it comes to being coquettish, you're the coquettishest!"

The two reached a consensus and began to implement the plan.

.....

"Sorry...I lost my composure."

Zou Ryuin Zhumei covered her mouth and her face turned a little red.

Kujo Ditaro smiled kindly and was very generous.

"It's okay. Since you want to touch me, I don't mind."

"Really? I'll be honest then..."

The dignified black-haired girl showed an unusual nympho smile.

The slender, snow-white jade fingers slowly touched the man's skin.

Following the lines between the muscles, the fingers begin to move downward.

"Mr. Kujo... so hard... so hot..."

"Really."

"Well...if it's possible, could you use a little more force...yes...it's swelling like this...it looks so full of life...so good..."

Although it was just a simple show of muscles, Kujo Ditaro gave the impression of driving a car.

Looking down at the infatuated expression on the girl's face, he felt more and more like he was driving a car, and on the highway.

Zou Liuyuan Zhumei's eyes flickered frequently and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Such muscles...

Fantastic... a true gem...

What to do... I am increasingly reluctant to let go...

"Ms. Zou Ryuin, that's about it."

Kujo Ditaro took a step back, out of the girl's reach.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei pursed her pink lips, with a pitiful expression of a girl who had lost her beloved thing.

"Well... that's enough, Mr. Kujo. Thank you for agreeing to my unreasonable request."

"It's okay, I just touched it."

As Kujo Ditaro finished speaking, the girl suddenly bent down.

"I have a request, Mr. Kujo. I just heard it through my clothes..."

"Di Taro, you're here. Isn't this the girl from before?"

Zouruin Zhumei glanced sideways, her expression instantly returning to normal as she stood up and said, "Hello."

"Hello."

After the two men responded with a wry smile, their eyes all fell on the muscular man.

Kujo Ditaro instinctively sensed something was wrong and frowned, "Why are you looking for me instead of going to the gym?"

"Nothing, just wanted to chat with you." Imamura Kohei scratched his head and smiled, then continued, "By the way, Di Taro, how are you getting along with your girlfriend lately?"

Baghya Road!

Didn’t we agree to be polite for a while?

How come he scored right from the start! Good boy...!

Kitahara Iori widened his eyes, his heart was shocked, but the corners of his mouth kept rising.

Veins emerged on Kujo Ditaro's face, and his murderous intent was barely concealed.

Although he really had no intention of picking up girls, the two of them coming over to cause trouble was already a declaration of war.

"Eh? Doesn't Di Taro have a girlfriend? Who is this girl...?"

Imamura Kohei's face is distorted, and his ugly and ferocious smile is comparable to the scum of the world.

Kitahara Iori's eyes flashed coldly, and he pretended to be surprised and cooperated, "Hey, Di Taro has a girlfriend, didn't you know?"

Chapter 109: Put yourself in my shoes. You can’t be the only one touching me, right?

"what?"

Zouluyuan Zhumei was stunned, her pretty face showing a hint of panic, but her speech was still fluent.

"You misunderstood. I have no intention of pursuing Mr. Kujo. I simply admire his body."

"Ms. Zou Liuyuan, you don't have to pay attention to their rumors. Okay, we should go have a chat."

Kujo Ditaro didn't give the two men a chance to react. He reached out and pinched their heads, his smile becoming more and more ferocious.

"Pain pain pain..."

"Di Taro, we can't not be prepared..."

Kohei Imamura raised his cell phone, which contained a photo that looked a little strange.

Kujo Ditaro took a quick glance and instantly increased the strength of his grip, "You're courting death!"

"It hurts... Di Taro... You don't want to die together, do you?"

Kitahara Iori hugged and pinched his arms, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a few words.

Kujo Ditaro sneered and silently let go of his hand.

The two men took a few steps back, their teeth bared, as if they had drunk strong vinegar.

"Mr. Kujo, I'm sorry that your friend misunderstood you."

Zoulyuin Zhu Mei did not choose to watch the show, but stepped forward to help.

"You two misunderstood. I'm a huge fitness enthusiast, so when I saw Mr. Kujo's perfect body, I couldn't help but... I'm sorry."

Faced with the girl's sincere apology, the two were a little surprised, but they did not put on airs and expressed their understanding.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, Zou Ryuin Zhumei smiled happily and turned around and said, "Mr. Kujo, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"It's okay, it was just a misunderstanding, no big deal."

Kujo Ditaro was smiling on the surface, but murderous intent was surging in his heart.

You're playing dirty tricks on me and taking pictures of me, right?

Wait! Let’s take it slow and see who has the last laugh!

"..."

Both of them sensed murderous intent in the muscular man's eyes.