If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Those idols who stand on the stage singing and dancing feel the same way...

Such...a joyful feeling from the bottom of my heart...

It's like a bud growing from the bottom of a boulder, unwavering and expanding joy.

Sagami raised his eyelids, and as if inadvertently, set his gaze on the figure lying on his stomach in the seat next to the back door of the classroom.

All this is thanks to him.

He recommends fashion magazines for hair styling.

The psychological construction required for the change of eyes and posture is done by him every day in person or by email conversation.

Even the shape of every move was shaped by him hand in hand bit by bit.

The scene when he helped me to correct my body after school came back to my mind in that fixed small field that was seldom visited by people...

Hold my chin that is always lowered with your hands, break my shoulders that are always shrunk with your hands, pat my back that is always slightly bent with your hands, lift my belly that is always loose with your hands, Correcting my somewhat inwardly bent legs...

His calm and focused eyes look like there is no difference between men and women.

Like a doctor looking at a patient.

However, I couldn't maintain this mentality.

Although I was nicknamed [Bichi] before, I am actually still a virgin.

It's not that I'm so clean and self-conscious, but that people who can catch my eyes don't like me, and people who like me don't like them.

So when he was teaching me, the hands that kept touching me were too stimulating for me.

Every night when I lie on the bed and move my fingers, I am thinking, if I am not afraid of piercing the membrane, I really want to buy one...

Then one time, I suddenly changed my mind.

What about his touch that made me feel like a chocolate bar?

Touching the bulging flesh on my chin, touching my stiff shoulders, stroking my belly where the fat would flow out when I pulled up my clothes...

This shouldn't be a wonderful experience for him, right?

Since I thought of this, I started working hard to exercise in order to get a good figure.

Although my family is not rich and cannot support me to go to professional places or register for classes to contact, I still know some basic methods such as running and sit-ups.

Saving some pocket money to buy a how-to book is also doable.

It's amazing that the weight loss that was impossible to achieve in the past is now easy for me.

The key point is nothing more than persistence.

Insist on eating a little less every day, and insist on doing a fixed amount of exercise every day.

Soon, he lost weight.

If the motivation for me to persist in doing the physical training he taught is the feeling of being bathed in the eyes of everyone, then the motivation for me to persist in losing these fats that are not easy to see from the outside is I hope that when he holds hands and touches my body to teach me the shape, he can also get a more comfortable feeling.

Anyway, even for an ascetic man like him, stroking a beautiful woman with bumps and bumps must be more enjoyable than stroking a fat pig full of fat?

Sagami, who was walking towards his seat with a lot of eyes, seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and the small leather shoes made a quick mistake, and turned to walk towards Kyosuke.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or a feeling, but the second she turned to face Kyosuke, the guy who had been lying on the table straightened up.

In fact, Kyosuke didn't fall asleep, he just lay on his stomach because he had nothing to do.

And if he stays in the class and is awake during the recess or lunch break, most of the students in the class must be quite uncomfortable.

Because most people cherish their ass very much.

After all, everyone has only one thing.

Or two?

In fact, Kyosuke doesn't quite understand whether everyone has one butt or two butts. He only knows that he can't bear to go to school now.

Originally, this kind of campus life where no one dares to disturb him is ideal, but the problem is that he now feels more and more that going to school is useless to him.

Originally, he insisted on going to school because he was not sure that he could support himself by writing novels, so getting a high school diploma to guarantee the bottom line was equivalent to leaving a way out for himself.

But no matter how you look at it now, it is really easy for me to live comfortably with my writing skills.

It is estimated that the high school diploma will not be used in a lifetime.

# Inflated!This guy is puffing up like a puffer fish! #

And to be honest, there are many ways to survive without writing novels.

After all, there is still a system girl.

With so many skills, which one can't survive?

In the system mother's classification, S-level skills are at the level of [beyond today's human beings].

For example, the surreal things like [Eternal Wardrobe] are S-rank, or like [Grandmaster of Swordsmanship], the [Grandmaster] that appears when the strongest of all human beings is only [Master] Skills are also S rank.

And ratings don't change over time and with changes in the circumstances of humanity as a whole.

Even if [Grandmaster] exists among other humans, [Grandmaster] is still S rank.