Can you hug me?

"No... It's troublesome and complicated... and..."

She mumbled with a mouthful of food.

Why should she help her? After all, she was her love rival! And it would be really troublesome and challenging to challenge the unwritten rules within the class...

"Unless..."

Her gaze turned watery as it lingered on him.

"Unless what?" Satoru anticipated her response.

"Unless Yagami-kun accompanies me to my family's beauty salon! I've always been curious about what Yagami-san's skin looks like. If you get a makeover, will you become so handsome that it takes people's breath away...!!"

Miura Saya was exceptionally excited and thrilled.

"Oh, and can you hug me too?"

To be honest, Miura Saya was mesmerized by Satoru at first sight. How could there be such a handsome man in the world? He looked good from every angle, and even though his attire was casual, or even unkempt, he still exuded a charm that made anything he wore look stylish.

Coming from a beauty salon background, Miura Saya was intensely curious and fascinated by this.

"Hug you?" Satoru was somewhat surprised and cautious.

Miura Saya didn't have any strange fetishes, right? But after being in contact for so long, she had always been a cheerful and lively girl. She came from a wealthy family, so it should be fine, right?

Nevertheless, Satoru remained somewhat wary.

"I just want to experience what it feels like. I'm really curious about the flawless skin and the sensation of being in the arms of the incredibly handsome Yagami-kun."

Miura Saya's fair face turned rosy with excitement and urgency, as if she had just seen a seductive handsome male customer with partially undressed attire.

Satoru tugged at the corner of his mouth, finding it difficult to articulate. Miura Saya was really a bit of a nympho. Although he had encountered quite a few of them since his memory recovery and talent awakening, and they used to be quite normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. A nympho who behaved so normally and prominently should be fine, right?

"I seem to have been a bit too extreme in my expression?" She tried to calm her emotions, let out a sigh, and a smile reappeared on her face.

Satoru simply shifted a little to the side.

"Don't worry. There's a reason for it! I can explain!"

Miura Saya looked at the distance he moved away and her heart nearly broke. Her eyes misted with a watery sheen as she pitifully approached him.

Biting her lip, her eyes shimmered with a pleading and pitiful gaze as she inched closer.

"I'm just genuinely curious. It's because of my family's profession. Yagami-kun has such great skin even without much maintenance. I always wanted to pursue a more perfect version of myself, so..."

Miura Saya's explanation was somewhat incoherent.

"Yagami-kun!! I'm not a pervert!"

In the end, she panicked a little, her voice tinged with a hint of crying, stomping her feet and pouting at him.

Satoru was a little speechless. He hadn't said anything yet.

"I understand, I understand! I can relate! It's like football players being curious about Ronaldo's legs!" He quickly reassured her, hoping she wouldn't burst into tears and attract attention from the people under.

Should it be fine? He shouldn't be overly suspicious. Otherwise, he would only damage his own quality of life. He had already become accustomed to various girls' infatuated behavior. Whenever he took a train or a bus, he would encounter train nymphos.

"Then, should I hug you? Or maybe just touch you?"

He had a understanding expression and was quite generous.

"Is that okay?"

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and her body leaned forward.

Miura Saya widened her eyes, afraid to blink, for fear of missing something, like found out it's just a joke he crack in the next second.

"Sure." Satoru knew the principle of giving in order to receive.

Besides, he didn't see himself as being taken advantage of. If someone wanted him to do something, they had to pay the appropriate price.

"Here I go!"

Miura Saya clasped her hands together as if in prayer before a meal.

The sunlight illuminated her already beautiful golden hair, making it shine even more. She was in a state of reverence, like a devout believer. Slowly, she reached out her hand, first tentatively caressing his arm, then repeatedly rubbing back and forth. A satisfied smile appeared on her flushed face, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Then, her hand moved upward, climbing to his cheek. She lightly tapped it with her fingertips, seeing that he didn't mind, before carefully and tenderly covering it with her soft palm, fitting perfectly against his skin.

"Your skin is truly amazing..."