manga artist Kirito

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It's better not to say it, because it feels like a huge loss to talk about it.

Although I am just a gentleman, not a pervert, and I would never lick a girl's stockings like a pervert would—but since I have the sin of licking her stockings and thighs, I feel it would be a waste not to actually lick them.

Fine, I'll let her get a little advantage today.

Hmm, this guy licked my finger...

The senior student frowned, her head throbbing. She really had a headache; that jerk had not only held her head down for a long time, but she had also bumped her head against a tree trunk. Now she was dizzy and in pain.

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Outside the locker room

Kiritani changed into the gym uniform he only wore for PE class and gave another set to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Right now, he's looking down at his classmates playing tennis and pondering a question.

It's really strange—you guys think so too, right?

Kasumigaoka Utaha clearly had a disgusted expression on her face just now—I mean when I stuck my finger in her mouth.

That expression was full of disgust and loathing!

But look at those TV dramas—they're always kissing, which is no different from sticking fingers in each other's mouths, right?

But why are they so engrossed in filming?

—I just have a question: what do you guys think of saliva?

nausea?

I think whether something is disgusting or not depends entirely on the relationship between the two people.

...Well, you can use this method to test your relationship.

However, this seems to indicate that my relationship with Kasumigaoka isn't actually that great, right?

The sound of the door opening revealed Kasumigaoka Utaha, now dressed in sportswear, emerging from the changing room.

Kiritani is slightly taller than Kasumigaoka Utaha, but his tracksuit is a bit tight on Kasumigaoka—yes, big breasts are no big deal.

Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lip, seemingly lost in thought, and walked straight towards Kiritani-kun, quickly arriving in front of him without stopping...

187

[NO.185 Coach, I want to... (Bonus Chapter)]

Goddesses are strange creatures... I mean, crazy women.

Because you can never guess what she's trying to do, and you can't deduce which way her thought process is headed.

To put it bluntly, it's like having nothing to lose and not being afraid of those wearing shoes. If you're shameless, so am I? Since we've lost all shame, can't we just do whatever we want?

However, mental illness also has its advantages.

For example, it goes without saying that people who have developed mental illness often become much more energetic. Here are some other examples:

Kasumigaoka Utaha, with a furrowed brow, approached the intrigued Kiritani-kun, showing no intention of stopping. Kiritani-kun, in turn, showed no intention of questioning her, simply smiling slightly, "You couldn't resist me because I'm too handsome?"

Looking at the pretty face less than five centimeters away from him, Kirito said with a smile, "Oh right, this outfit was washed over the weekend, so you don't need to lick it. If you really want, I can take it off... and poke the wooden girl!"

As the figure quickly disappeared into the distance, Kiritani-chan's face flushed red. She felt an urge to jump up and down, but since she had made a lot of noise and attracted a lot of attention, jumping up and down now would be too embarrassing...

You idiot! I kindly offered you my clothes to change into, and you actually... stepped on me!

But Kirito really didn't expect that Kasumigaoka, whose brain is usually almost useless, would use such a method to step on him when he wasn't paying attention—he was careless!

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Kasumigaoka Utaha stood calmly and composed at least thirty meters away from Kirito, continuing to plot how to deal with him.

Kirito didn't care. How could he die of thirst if he lived in the water?

Kasumigaoka doesn't seem to have the courage to keep going, so why bother with them?

But I still want to say—ugh, I'm so annoyed!

Note that you should keep your tone calm.

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Today was a bit unlucky, probably because Asuna wasn't here.

While it wouldn't amount to banging one's head on the ground, it's more like wanting others to do the same.

As he strolled along, Kiritani-kun decided to play some tennis to distract himself, but then he saw Ryunosuke and Hachiman-kun for the first time in a long time... cough, although he was indeed Ryunosuke's neighbor and classmate, and even just sitting next to him, it seemed that ever since he tricked him into joining the Service Club, his presence had become increasingly less noticeable.

Moreover, the current situation is rather strange; the real sluggish player is standing on the edge of the tennis court, looking like he's a substitute...

"Kazuto, you've come at the right time. Come and lend a hand."

Hachiman is someone who believes that solitude is the greatest strength. Although he can only be considered a friend of a friend if Ryunosuke and I are together, it's really rare that he would ask me for help!

I remember the last time he asked me for help was because—Hachiman-kun felt that Komachi seemed to know some male classmate, and their relationship seemed to be quite good, so he wanted to know information about him—in short, he was doing some information gathering before interrupting his sycophancy.

This is what it means to be a sister-complex.

Ryunosuke... he should hate me a lot, since I'm the reason he joined the Service Club, but judging from his expression now, something seems off.

What kind of look is that... I feel like hitting him!

"Playing tennis?"

“Yes, the Service Club took on a request to improve this person’s tennis skills.” Ryunosuke smirked. “But I have to say, your ponytail is really cute. I’ve been thinking about letting you grow your hair long for a while now—well, maybe their attention will start to focus on you in the future.”

The "them" here refers to Ryunosuke's older sisters, who are the culprits behind Ryunosuke's gynophobia.

To be honest, Ryunosuke's older sisters can be summed up in one sentence—they like girls with big [—].

But there's nothing wrong with girls liking girls with big [beep]!

"Hmph! I could take on seven of them with one hand, let alone three of them." Kiritani sneered. He didn't get angry about his hair being used as a topic of conversation. The matter was already settled, and getting angry wouldn't help. He might as well think about how to deal with Akane Kousaka.

Speaking of which, Haruno, did you skip out on the thing you talked about with Haruno about messing with Kosaka?

We can't see anything yet.

Turning his head to look at Ryunosuke, who wanted to improve his tennis skills, his first impression was that he was very cute!

With shoulder-length silver hair and a delicate, pretty face, her eyes were wet from exercising, and a faint blush lingered on her fair cheeks. She held a tennis racket in her left hand and used a pink towel hanging around her neck to wipe away sweat with her right. Her watery eyes looked at Kirigaya-kun with curiosity. "Hello! You must be the Kirigaya-kun that Akasaka-kun mentioned, the one who's good at everything."

Kiritani-kun appeared very humble, and also somewhat ashamed, saying, "I was wrong, at least I can't do having children."

There is a conspiracy!

Hachiman believes in solitude, and Ryunosuke is absolutely rational. There are no absolutely special circumstances, and Ryunosuke would never say such a thing—these two guys must have been planning this for a long time. They probably want to take this opportunity to drag me down so they can get out of there themselves.

A hint of anticipation appeared in the child's eyes. "Kiritani-kun must be really good at tennis."

Glancing at Kiritani-kun's unfriendly expression, Hachiman-kun spoke the truth, "Ryunosuke and I combined are probably about the size of one of his hands."

"Huh!? Can tennis be played with both hands...?" The child looked at Kirito with a strange gleam in his eyes.

Ryunosuke calmly added, "He can use two rackets and play against himself. Isn't that amazing?"

"Si Guoyi!"

The child laughed, and laughed very well. At least, everyone, including the prince, the prince, the prince, the prince, the prince, the prince, and the prince, glanced at him a few more times.

"Wig? You can play tennis?"

"It's not a wig, it's Ryunosuke!" Ryunosuke corrected silently, then pointed to the scoreboard in front of him, "I'll be in charge of keeping score, and Hachiman will be in charge of tennis... Hmm, Yukinoshita and Yuihama will be there later."

Kiritani-kun stated the harsh truth, "Not bad, after not seeing you for a while, you've actually managed to spout names."

"...Your gaming platform will have one less game, I'm telling you."

"Go ahead and try if you can." Kiritani-kun didn't take it seriously. Yui's program was a level above Maid-chan's, and she was now good friends with Maid-chan. If he told her that he had helped her make friends, she would probably be so happy that she would want to blow up his phone.

"...Arno, can I invite Kiritani-kun to play tennis?" It must be the blush, plus those big, wet eyes, and the pink background—so damn cute.

Kiritani lowered his eyes and glanced at the man's chest—without a ball, how can he play?

P.S.: Since you all want me to update more, but you're unwilling to give me any food, this puts me in a difficult position!

Besides, I have never been lazy. How many of you are as diligent as me?

188

[NO.186 The Assassination Master's Turn]

...Something seems wrong with this world—Kirigaya Kazuto.

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When was the last time I played tennis?

By the way, a few weeks ago, a classmate invited me to play tennis, and then very skillfully caught the tennis ball I hit with his face... Perhaps because he has thick skin, catching the ball with his face didn't hurt him much, just a small cut on his skin, which was fine with a band-aid. It didn't hurt as much as when he lost his balance and fell. I don't know why, but after that, he would avoid me when he saw me in the classroom.

Now someone has invited me to play tennis again... Actually, I'm quite happy because the person who invited me is very cute and adorable.

Although I don't particularly enjoy playing tennis, and I don't have a habit of showing off, I can't always refuse invitations from certain people.

The person smiled at me, their voice soft, their eyes still wet... At the same time, Hachiman and Ryunosuke next to me exchanged a smile, as if they had reached some kind of consensus. Even if they didn't know what was going on, they decided to refuse anyway.

"Theoretically, it should be fine, but not today." Kiritani waved his hand. "Someone just stepped on my foot, and it hurts like hell..."

"Eh, it's not going to work..." The person seemed a little disappointed.

I understand that feeling. It's like your friend is planning to team up for a game of loot collection, and you log on quickly, but he can't find anyone else—yeah, playing with two people isn't fun…

I have a damn thing to say right now!

I've already started my computer game, and now you're telling me it's not fun to play with two people?

Of course, the child's mood isn't that bad right now, maybe half bad at most...

Kiritani shook his head. "It's definitely possible. After all, I love playing tennis, which is good for my physical and mental health and I can watch the game. Besides, I have the skill to hit the target every time I point it, so I can play however I want. Shut up, you milk-obsessed person!"

However, there are two kinds of tennis balls that you can watch. The former is good for your physical and mental health, while the latter is even more enjoyable. But... well, I guess I shouldn't let Ye Zi continue to be the head of the dojo. This kind of thing should be left to the Third Master with his eight-pack abs.

But how should I put it, this kid's expression is really tantalizing. Most of the guys who play ball are rough guys, so how did such an exceptional one end up here? Even though there's no ball, and he can't possibly dribble and run into people, I still really want to play tennis with him.

"Hey, let's play tennis with Hito-kun!"

"Ah!" The sudden sound startled Kiritani-kun, who immediately covered his face and turned around, taking a deep breath. "Hey Kato, can you please stop appearing and disappearing like this? I feel like you're going to scare me to death!"

“I see…” Kato Megumi said calmly, as if she had expected his response. “But, the week before last… after what Kiritani-kun told me, he hasn’t contacted me again or spoken to me much… that’s strange.”

...Wait a minute!

What's with this line that sounds like I did something to you and then abandoned you?

I just gave you the best advice to attract attention. Didn't you notice that Eriri and Kasumigaoka are actually like that?

“…I was rushing to finish my manuscript during that period, and then there were exams…I remember tutoring you.” Feeling the gazes of Hachiman-kun, Ryunosuke, and the classmate whose name he didn’t yet know, Kirigaya’s lips twitched. “Well, since I said I would help you solve that problem, I will do it. You don’t need to worry at all.”

"I want to play tennis... Could you teach me, Kato-kun?" With her hands behind her back, Ms. Kato leaned forward slightly, her clear eyes fixed on Kirito, revealing an expression that seemed impossible to refuse.

"...Fine, fine, whatever makes you happy." Kiritani-kun was unusually helpless. "But you're not bad now, you're able to make invitations and requests to others... If you had this mindset earlier, how could you not make friends?"

"If you say that to Hito-kun, even I would be unhappy~" Her slightly puffed cheeks revealed her dissatisfaction, but the slight upturn of Kato Megumi's eyes revealed her pleasant mood at the moment.

...It's very beautiful!

After Kato started making expressions, his previously faint presence suddenly increased dramatically, especially with these micro-expressions, which even made his character seem more fleshed out.

"I don't think I know this kind of person." Hachiman glanced at Totsuka Saika, who was slightly stunned, then at Kato Megumi, and finally shook his head, concluding that he didn't know Kirito.

Naturally, Ryunosuke was no exception, "I can make a fake friend."

Isn't prioritizing romantic relationships over friendships the most obvious meaning of this phrase since ancient times?

Kiritani pursed his lips, then looked at Totsuka Saika, who was pursing her lips. "Well, now... I accept your invitation from earlier. How about we play doubles? I'll team up with Kato, and you can team up with Hachiman—although Hachiman is a good-for-nothing, I'm not much better in terms of stamina."

“Indeed~” Kato Megumi nodded in agreement, undoubtedly recalling the scene of Kirito lying on the ground that day, using her hat to cover his face and block out the sun, and she felt a faint urge to laugh.

"...Okay, okay." The little angel gave a slightly healing smile, then picked up the spare racket that was next to her and handed it over.

"Are you a dog?" Hachiman asked Kirito.

"Among everyone here, I'm the only one who isn't a dog." Kiritani calmly took the two rackets, handed one to Kato, casually weighed them in his hand, and made a well-prepared expression. "We can start now... Hmm, I won't hold back."

"Please give it your all!" Totsuka, the little angel, bent slightly, then raised her head, looking up at Kirito... Pink bubbles seemed to appear out of nowhere...

Hachiman was annoyed by Kirito's mockery and even wanted to burn him alive right then and there...

Then, Ms. Kato Megumi calmly stood in front of Kirito and said softly, "Well then, I'll leave the rest to Kazuto-kun. If there's anything wrong... please explain it to me clearly."

...This is what people mean when they say that as long as you have the courage to bring it up, you've almost accomplished half the task. Add to that the goodwill you have with the other person, and that's the success rate?