The early morning sunlight was a bit piercing.
Ai stood at the entrance of his apartment, holding a black mask.
After hesitating for three seconds, he finally put it on.
After his charisma broke the 75 mark last night, the system’s so-called “qualitative change” was no exaggeration.
Looking in the mirror this morning, he found that his originally messy hair had become smoother and glossier, and his skin was in such good condition it looked like he’d just had a top-tier facial.
Even his dead-fish eyes now appeared deep and charming due to slight adjustments in shape, carrying a high-class “world-weary yet soulful” vibe.
With a face like this, if he didn’t cover it up, he would definitely be blocked by talent scouts or hit on by some strange older women while walking down the street.
“Troublesome.”
Ai grumbled in a low voice and pushed the door open to leave.
On the way to Sobu High School, even with the mask on, those faint gazes still clung to him like flies.
“Hey, hey, look at that guy. Even with a mask, he feels so handsome…”
“Is he a transfer student? I’ve never seen someone with that kind of aura before.”
“That gaze… it’s killing me…”
The whispers of several girls by the roadside reached his ears.
Ai looked straight ahead and quickened his pace.
Was this the side effect of increased charisma?
He had originally just wanted to be a quiet passerby, but now it seemed that was completely out of the question.
Just as he reached the school gate, a familiar figure “coincidentally” appeared in his line of sight.
Yotsuya Miko.
Today, she looked radiant, completely devoid of the gloomy and heavy aura from yesterday’s rainy night.
Those amber eyes lit up incredibly bright the moment she saw Ai.
“Good morning, Fujiwara-san!”
Miko quickly came to meet him, her voice excessively sweet.
Moreover, her actions today were very bold.
It wasn’t just a light link; she pressed her whole body against him, holding on tight.
A chorus of gasps and the sound of breaking hearts instantly filled the air.
“Hey, hey, isn’t that Yotsuya-san?”
“Who is that gloomy—no, that cool and handsome guy? He’s actually being held by Yotsuya-san?”
“Dammit! Normies should just explode!”
Ai looked down at the girl hanging onto his arm.
Through the school uniform, he could feel the girl’s soft touch and warm body temperature.
“Yotsuya.”
His voice was muffled by the mask, sounding somewhat deep.
“We’re at school.”
“I know.”
Miko looked up, smiling innocently, but a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.
“But didn’t Fujiwara-san say it yesterday? ‘Not to happen again’ referred to biting; you didn’t say I couldn’t hold your arm, right?”
This girl has learned how to find loopholes.
Furthermore, she was staking her claim.
She was using this method to tell everyone: this man is mine.
Ai sighed helplessly but didn’t push her away.
After all, compared to being haunted by evil spirits, being pestered by a beautiful girl was troublesome, but at least it didn’t drain his SAN points.
Moreover, the clean aura lingering on Miko from last night’s exorcism made him feel very comfortable.
The two of them walked into the classroom like that, braving various looks all the way.
Just as they sat down, the system’s notification sound rang out.
[Ding! New plot node detected.]
[Quest Issued: Savior of the Tailor Shop] You are reading on g.com, the official source.
[Description: The ace of the Handicraft Club and the school’s most high-profile gyaru, Kitagawa Mimu, is facing the biggest crisis of her cosplayer career. Her cosplay outfit is about to fall apart due to sizing issues, and no one can fix it.]
[Quest Objective: Go to the Handicraft Club, demonstrate your unknown God-level Tailoring skills, and save her outfit.]
[Quest Rewards: Charisma +1, Skill: [God-level Makeup Artistry (Mastery)], Kitagawa Mimu’s Favorability unlocked.]
Ai raised an eyebrow.
Kitagawa Mimu?
The female lead from My Dress-Up Darling?
It seems today’s lunch break is destined to be anything but peaceful…
Lunch break.
Ai shook off Miko, who wanted to eat lunch with him, and came alone to the door of the Handicraft Club room in the Special Teaching Building.
Before even entering, he heard a cry of despair from inside.
“Aaaah! It’s no good, it’s no good! It’s ripped here again!”
“This fabric is too fragile! It’s clearly expensive satin!”
“Ugh… I’m not going to make it in time for this Sunday’s Comic Convention…”
Ai pushed the door open.
What met his eyes was a girl with long blonde hair, pink-dyed tips, and wearing a slightly bold, modified school uniform.
Kitagawa Mimu.
At this moment, she was slumped ungracefully over a table, wailing at a semi-finished black lace dress.
The stitching on the dress was a disaster, with loose threads flying everywhere, clearly having survived a catastrophe known as “clumsiness.”
Hearing the door open, Kitagawa Mimu suddenly looked up.
Her red contact lenses were still brimming with tears, and her face, though wearing exquisite makeup, couldn’t hide her expression of despair.
“Eh? You are…?”