Who Could Get So Fat That Their Weight Drops?

Itsuki reached out her hand.

Shinichi laughed as if there was nothing he could do about it.

"Our family's vice president is getting better at speaking. She even deceived the president into getting on the boat."

"What? I'm not lying to you!" Itsuki smiled slightly, but she was also slightly dissatisfied. "How can you call it a lie if I use sincerity to impress people? I'm not good at lying."

"Not lying to seduce people with your beauty."

"Listening to what you're saying, could it be that Ichika and the others are also lying to you?" Itsuki looked at him with doubt, as if he dared to say something wrong, and she would dare to report it to her sisters the next second.

"...The whole body will be affected by a little pull. The quintuplets are really troublesome." Shinichi smiled helplessly and decided to change the topic back to its course.

"Don't be too quick to be happy. If you want Kirisu-sensei to get out of the shadows of the past, you can't do it by talking about your skills and giving long speeches. No matter what, Sensei is an adult, and things they consider are much deeper than us."

"Just tell me, why are you slandering Kirisu-sensei?" Itsuki gave him a light gaze.

Shinichi waved his hand, and his tone suddenly became very serious.

"First of all, I will investigate her past experiences and find out the core issue, that is, after the incident that made her 'regretful,' then I will consider how to contact Kirisu-sensei in the future and what methods should be used to make her feel relieved. But I think it's useless to talk nonsense, so I have to make more preparations."

"I will share any information with you. During this period, I will socialize with Kirisu-sensei and relax her guard as much as possible. Only in this way can I unexpectedly break her guard and make it easier to shake her. You also don't take the initiative to stir it up. If she is very worried about what's happening in the corridor, then she could use some hard-to-get tactics to make her restless and curious..."

Shinichi spoke fluently there, while Itsuki looked at him with a strange expression.

After a few moments, Shinichi felt uncomfortable being stared at and stopped, then asked.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Itsuki spoke hesitantly.

"Asada-kun, although I feel embarrassed to say this... Everyone calls you a scoundrel, but it's not without reason."

Although she knew Shinichi wasn't the type of person to play with women's feelings, this skilled playboy attitude still made Itsuki unhappy both physically and mentally, and she wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

"...If you're embarrassed, don't say it." Shinichi smiled.

"Anyway, I'll let you know when action is needed. Just wait until that time comes."

"Isn't there anything I can do for now?" Itsuki was disappointed.

Shinichi shrugged, "You can focus on losing weight."

"Please don't talk about losing weight!" Itsuki's face immediately turned red, and she glared sharply at him.

Seeing Itsuki's relaxed attitude and continuing to face the computer, she took a deep breath and sighed heavily, with an expression of helplessness on her face.

"I understand... Thank you, Asada-kun. I owe you again. I really don't know how to thank you."

"How should you thank me?" Shinichi turned, and his eyes focused on the snowy white cleavage visible as she leaned forward.

Itsuki was slightly surprised, and she lowered her head as his gaze fell. She covered her chest and blushed.

"Pervert! What do you want me to do! Isn't it enough to have Miku and the others!?"

Shinichi opened his mouth in surprise, he only looked at the most striking place, he didn't even have any idea in his mind, so he was immediately judged guilty?

Facing her more embarrassing gaze, but not disgusting at all, Shinichi felt a little angry, a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You? Forget it, I'm worried that even after doing something, I still can't get the oil off my hands."

This sentence greatly hurt Itsuki.

After she reacted, her eyes widened in disbelief, with sparks flickering faintly in her eyes, then she became angry.

Itsuki picked up her phone from the shelf, released her hand from the tightly held collar, and shouted angrily:

"What oil! What oil are you talking about with me? Who can get so fat that oil appears on her breasts!"

Shinichi realized that the camera was getting closer to her collar.

"Wait, I said you-"

Itsuki interrupted him angrily.

"I've held it in for a long time! Nino and the others said it's okay, Asada-kun, are you a man? Are you a man with common sense and normal emotional intelligence?"

"Then why are you only saying unreasonable and rude things to me! Are you targeting me? You're targeting me! What's wrong with just liking to eat!"

"You said it, you said it, you said it!"

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Itsuki screamed loudly and shook her phone, no, she shook her body, so Shinichi could witness with his own eyes what the tumultuous waves meant.

He didn't take any screenshots or videos, nor did he avoid turning his face with a pretentious attitude, he was just "forced" to indulge his eyes, and then desperately stopped:

"Alright Itsuki, I know you have a great body shape, your slim-fit is perfect, and there's no excess fat at all. So for my health, you should put your clothes on immediately."

"..."

From very hot to very cold, suddenly there was silence at the end of the phone, and the beautiful mountain scenery stopped shaking.

Then, the video call was disconnected by the other party, and the screen returned to the chat room.

"She's like a child..."

Although her body wasn't.

Shinichi could imagine Itsuki burying herself in the blanket now because of embarrassment and anger, then rolling left and right on the bed to vent her emotions.

Shinichi put his phone aside and suddenly looked down at his pants, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Let's take a cold shower."

To avoid work disturbances for a while, he had to force himself into wise mode.

With this thought in mind, he got up, went to the balcony to get a freshly dried towel, hung it on his shoulder, and walked to the bathroom humming.

Living alone was so free and unrestrained.