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

"Um?!"

Kujo Ditaro was confused and asked, "Senpai, what are you doing? I don't understand what you mean."

"Just pretend I don't exist and do things according to your own wishes, okay..."

Is this woman crazy?

Not really, just a heavy rain...

Kujo Ditaro is confused about Kasumigaoka Utaha's situation.

But to be on the safe side, he still spoke more.

"Senior, let's be serious. Where is your home?"

"Junior, I'm thinking of a plot, but I don't have enough material, so I can't go back."

"Senior, if I heard correctly, you're talking about conceiving a plot?"

“Well, I’m writing a novel.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not hide anything and answered very straightforwardly.

Kujo Ditaro became interested and his tone became much better.

"Senior, have you submitted your novel? What's it called?"

"It's just a trivial romance novel, so I won't mention it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha wiped her cheeks with paper, but water was still dripping from her body.

She didn't think too much about it. After taking off her shoes, she took off her stockings.

Because the rain was so heavy, Kujo Ditaro's attention was focused on the road ahead.

Therefore, he did not notice the erotic scenes that happened later.

I glanced at the rearview mirror out of habit, and what caught my eye was a pair of long, even, snow-white legs.

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just this... just this leg... can really be used for fun for a whole year!

"..."

After using up a lot of tissues, Kasumigaoka Utaha's body was no longer dripping with water so exaggeratedly.

Even though her body was still wet, she didn't care and instead asked questions calmly.

"Junior, are you driving towards your home?"

"Yeah." Kujo Ditaro responded, hinting, "Senior, I'm very kind to pick you up halfway. This time, I'm helping you complete the plot. Shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

"Say?" Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment and shook her head. "You want my stockings? That's a bit difficult."

"Go away, you're overthinking it."

Kujo Ditaro didn't try to hide his feelings and said bluntly, "Let's settle the conflict between us right here. Is that okay?"

"That doesn't matter." Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her legs seductively, with an inexplicable curve around her lips.

"Okay, remember what you said. If you still cause trouble next time we meet, I won't be polite, Senior Sister."

Kujo Ditaro honked the horn to alert the car in front while also warning someone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was about to speak, but her nose felt a slight itch and she couldn't help sneezing.

Kujo Ditaro turned up the air conditioning power, and the temperature inside the car gradually rose a lot.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath and whispered, "There's never been any conflict between us... hehe..."

"I heard there's a folk remedy for colds using green onions. Do you want to try it?"

"Green onions?"

Kasumigaoka Shiwa frowned, her face flushed instantly, "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Eh? Why do you say that, Senior?" Kujo Ditaro's lips curled up slightly in surprise. "Don't you know about the folk remedy of wrapping green onions around your neck? It's very effective. My grandfather used it on me when I was back home."

Around the neck?

Isn't it inserted... there?

Damn it... We were even before, but now he sets a trap for me!

Kasumigaoka Shiina glanced over, pondered for a moment, and then explained, "Homegrown methods aren't scientific. Junior is a college student after all, so why are you still thinking like a grandfather?"

Clearing the air between the two parties does not mean shaking hands and making peace.

What Kujo Ditaro meant by clearing the air was simply putting the two people's positions on the same level again.

You know, he has always had many ways of getting along with others.

"Only useful things can be passed down smoothly. Although technology is advanced now, don't underestimate some of the folk remedies in the countryside. Wrapping green onions around your neck can effectively clear nasal congestion and other conditions. Don't you agree, Hui?"

"Ah? Well, I guess so."

Kato Megumi didn't expect that this question would be thrown to her. After hesitating for a while, she responded.

Eh?

What's wrong with this person? She just forgot about it...

Is your presence so low?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was stunned, her focus shifted a little.

Chapter 134: So big... so white?

Kujo Ditaro is not a demon.

After parking the car in the garage, he called Kitahara Iori.

"Iori, how's it going?"

"What's wrong? I've been soaked in the rain all the way!"

"From your tone, I think you're going to the store. Goodbye then."

"What the hell..."

Kitahara Iori put down his phone and gritted his teeth, his face looking ferocious.

Looking at the man's angry expression, the corners of Busujima Sakurako's lips rose strangely.

"Who called you? Was it those two bastards from before?"

"Yes, it's one of those two bastards, Mr. Bitch."

"You want to die, don't you? Kitahara-kun!?"

Busujima Sakurako pinched the lower half of the man's face, and the veins on her hand became apparent.

Kitahara Iori was used to it, his expression unchanged as he curled his lips, "My dear bitch, your hand strength may be good, but compared to my friend, it's still a little lacking."

"Oh?" Busujima Sakurako thought for a moment and smiled, "It's that tall guy, right? Humph, I remember what you said before. I can't do anything to him, so you better be mentally prepared for me."

"Master Dujima, if possible, I suggest that you find the perpetrators of every wrong done to you. I am innocent..."

Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words when he felt a pain on his cheek and became speechless.

Busujima Sakurako raised her pretty face, her beautiful face full of veins, looking extremely terrifying. "You are innocent? Fine, then cooperate with me and help me prank them once, and I will let you go."

"What? Lord Busujima, don't you know that they are my friends?" Kitahara Iori frowned, his voice a little low.

"You're a scumbag, and you still care about this?" Busujima Sakurako sneered and let go, saying, "As long as you help me, not only will I not punish you, but I'll also speak well of you to the store manager. An hourly wage increase or something like that isn't impossible."

Kitahara Iori shook his head and murmured, "Master Busujima, you don't know that they are like brothers to me. We cheat together, eat together, and...so, your bargaining chips are not enough!"

Watching the figure walk away, Busujima Sakurako's eyes twitched wildly, and she couldn't help but curse under her breath, "Bah! I almost believed him. He's really a scumbag. But in that case, hmph...why not just increase the price?"

.....

Kujo Ditaro went up to the third floor and went to his parents' room.

After finding a set of loose clothes, he returned to the second floor.

"This outfit of mine should fit you. Don't worry, it's all clean. She's a rather fancy person, so she usually only wears her clothes a few times..."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

Kasumigaoka Utaha pursed her lips and interrupted, "This is your mother's clothes. If I wear them..."

"She's overseas, so she probably won't need these clothes anymore. It doesn't matter if she wears them away."

Kujo Ditaro handed over the clothes and whispered, "It's not convenient for me to give you underwear. I don't know if my mother has used it before..."

"Yeah, it's okay." Kasumigaoka Utaha took the clothes, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze and turned around to see Kato Megumi walking over with underwear in her arms. He subconsciously said, "Cousin, you have the wrong size and can't wear it."

"(⊙o⊙)..." Kato Megumi stopped, her expression somewhat complicated, her cheeks gradually puffed up, "Cousin, you're not a girl, how can you be so sure? And it looks... obviously similar..."

Although the voice of the last sentence was as soft as the chirping of insects, Kujo Ditaro still heard it.

In order to prevent the girl from bringing shame upon herself, he gave a reasonable explanation.

"Hui, it's only a little off, but if underwear doesn't fit well, it's better not to wear it."

"Not wearing it? Cousin, I suspect you have other intentions..."

"No, this is normal. If clothes don't fit, you'll want to change them, let alone underwear."

Kato Megumi was skeptical, but finally nodded.

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said, "Let's go. It's getting late and it's time to make dinner."

After the two went downstairs, Kasumigaoka Utaha started washing up in the bathroom.

Recalling the conversation between the two, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but look down. The snow-white mountains that came into view made her smile.

.....

"Your dinner is quite sumptuous. It doesn't seem like the portion for two people at all."

"Since you are the honored senior sister, everyone who comes is a guest, so we must treat them well."

"Really? I'm quite honored, Junior-kun."

The three of them gathered around the table, chatting and eating.

Kujo Ditaro was not interested in wine, and before he had even finished half of his meal, he felt that everything in front of him had become so big... and so white.

Utaha Kasumigaoka didn't feel that she was exposed. After all, she was not only wearing a shirt, but also a coat.

Kujo Ditaro had no intention of peeping, but because he was too tall, he could somewhat overlook some of the white things.

After eating and drinking her fill, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned back lazily, making her figure look even more curvy.

She glanced at the girl casually, and her expression changed slightly when she saw her using her hands and mouth to eat in an exaggerated way.

"Kato-san, you're...hungry, aren't you?"

"Um..."

"Okay, go ahead and don't mind me."

Looking at Kato Megumi who was chewing non-stop, Kasumigaoka Utaha was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the man in front of her.

"Junior, can I borrow your computer?"

"As for the computer, I have one ready in my room. What do you want?"

"I came up with a really good plot, so I want to record it."

Kujo Ditaro didn't hesitate and agreed readily.

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled with satisfaction, and her impression of Kujo Ditaro improved a little.

After the three of them finished their meal, they not only cleaned the table together, but also washed the dishes with clear division of labor.

“…”

Kujo Ditaro put down his computer and lay on the bed with nothing to do.

Kasumigaoka Utaha used both hands to type on the keyboard, making a creaking sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the two began to chat with each other.