Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's a little slower."

"You can have some peace and quiet for a while."

"Who told you that you don't need makeup when swimming? You still need some basic waterproof makeup."

"Besides, what do you mean by 'a little peace and quiet'? Are you implying that I'm usually noisy?"

Is this some kind of law of the world?

When someone is being talked about, that person will appear and hear part of the conversation without being perceived by them.

While others might not be aware of this, for him, it had become almost a normal occurrence.

So he won't feel embarrassed at all, okay?

"How could that be? I was just talking about what methods would be easier for you to learn to swim."

Chapter 20 Useless Fat Accumulation

The midday sun was like a giant furnace, releasing unbearable heat, even distorting the air itself.

Makoto Haramura stood under the parasol, enjoying the shade.

Misaki Shokuhou stood gracefully under the blazing sun.

Under the sunlight, Misaki Shokuhou's skin, which had been coated with sunscreen, revealed an extremely fair glow. Although it couldn't be described as pure, cool-toned white, it still shimmered with a pearly sheen.

At only fourteen years old, she wasn't particularly tall, so she didn't force herself to choose a bikini-style swimsuit that accentuated her figure.

Instead, she opted for a two-piece white swimsuit with lace details.

This swimsuit perfectly accentuates her slender waist and straight thighs, effectively concealing any shortcomings in her growth potential.

"So, what are your thoughts?"

She originally wanted Makoto Haramura to personally choose a swimsuit for her, and then she would wear it to show him.

But I didn't expect it.

She was criticized for her figure before she even went inside, so she had to choose for herself.

Otherwise, she was really afraid that this man would pick out a school swimsuit for her.

(but……)

Although she was waiting for Haramura Makoto to give his opinion on the swimsuit she had carefully selected, it also meant that her gaze was always on Haramura Makoto.

"No wonder she has such athletic ability, she's got such a great physique..."

Two delicate pink blushes inadvertently appeared on Misaki Shokuhou's face.

Makoto Haramura usually wears clothes that cover his entire body; he never wears clothes like shorts or short-sleeved shirts.

This means that his physique, hidden beneath his loose clothing, has never been shown.

With a perfect body that is almost entirely free of excess fat, Makoto Haramura's arms, thighs, abdomen, chest and other areas are all clearly visible with just the right amount of muscle.

This is a perfect balance of muscular beauty; almost no girl could resist a boy with such a physique.

Those bulging muscles that seem to burst out of clothes can actually make many people feel a bit disgusted.

Therefore, Makoto Haramura's physique is almost the most perfect ideal physique.

Men can't help but glance at women with good figures, and women often perceive this as a sign of lust.

But in reality, when women see men with good figures and good looks, they behave no differently than men. When they get really lustful, men are nothing in front of women.

"Thinking?"

He could naturally sense Misaki Shokuhou's shy yet cautious gaze.

But the questions still need to be answered.

His gaze swept over Misaki Shokuhou again, this time with a hint of judgment, and the speed of his gaze was noticeably slower.

"It just suits me very well."

"It perfectly reflects your current physical condition; it looks great."

"..."

"that's it?"

So calm? Where is the lingering reluctance in your eyes? How can you appear so composed?

"If I were to share some other thoughts, it wouldn't just be that."

This reaction was definitely not what she wanted.

She had been preparing for this event for a long time yesterday, and she spent almost an hour doing her makeup in her room just now for this appearance.

The result was just these two dry sentences of evaluation?

She absolutely cannot accept it.

(At this point, it's probably best to go against your conscience.)

Makoto Haramura's emotional intelligence is certainly not low, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to reach this level. He obviously knows what Misaki Shokuhou wants to hear.

(Why do I always feel that if I say something against my conscience now, I'll regret it in the future?)

The words of praise were already on the tip of my tongue.

However, there was always an invisible force within him that seemed to be preventing him from saying those words.

"That's the only way."

"After all, with your current figure, all I can say is that the swimsuit suits you and your skin looks great."

"You'd probably find it hard to even say something like that if I were to forcefully compliment your figure."

"..."

A few crows seemed to fly by in the sky, and the scene instantly became quiet.

The anticipated scene of Misaki Shokuhou being enraged and shouting did not occur.

Misaki Shokuhou behaved unusually calmly.

Do you really like those useless fat deposits that much?

"Um……"

Makoto Haramura also thought about it seriously and fell into a state of deep thought.

"It wouldn't be accurate to say I attach great importance to it, but for me, it's definitely better to have it than not to have it."

"After all, my aesthetic sense has always been more in line with the general public."

Talking about this kind of thing with a girl who has some feelings for you, especially if she doesn't have any feelings for you yet.

This is not a good practice in any respect.

But why did Makoto Haramura say that?

Don't ask, just go with your gut feeling!

His intuition told him that if he didn't say it, he would miss out on a lot of fun in his future life.

"Okay, you wait and see, they will definitely grow up."

He stopped jumping up and down in anger, and it didn't seem like he was sulking anymore.

Misaki Shokuhou was stating a fact as if she were saying this to Makoto Haramura.

"Of course, although it may not have much to do with me, I still believe your statement that has no scientific basis."

Makoto Haramura shrugged, stepped out from under the parasol, and walked to the edge of the pool.

The phrase "coming from behind" is usually just a way to comfort oneself.

Based on the average level of girls in this world, even if she is only fourteen years old and has just started junior high school, her average level should be at least B. This is the curve a girl should have.

Some of them are more developed, like Junko Hokkaido who follows Misaki Shokuhou.

This noble lady's development is clearly beyond the average level. In Haramura Makoto's opinion, her current level is at least a C cup, or even a size higher is not impossible.

But even at this age, Misaki Shokuhou remains unremarkable and uneventful.

Even if it grows in the future, it will probably only reach a B at most.

But in this world, a B cup really can only be classified as having small breasts.

"Humph!"

"Look forward to my future growth."

With her neck held high and a confident stride that seemed to defy all reason, Misaki Shokuhou walked up to Makoto Haramura's side.

"Uh-huh--"

"I know, I know."

"So, Miss Shokuhou, how about we go into the water now? Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have enough time left to teach you properly."

Chapter 021 Are You Going to Take Responsibility?

As someone who absolutely hates physical labor, she utterly detests swimming.

But for this man, she really did something that was completely unsuitable for her!

"Spread your legs a little wider."

"It's about kicking, not splashing."

"He really is a man who is two-faced, but gentle."

In the swimming pool, Makoto Haramura held Misaki Shokuhou's hands and guided her slowly across the water, practicing swimming.

Even before the practice started, this man had been looking impatient.

But once the practice began, the man taught him very patiently.

"Have you reached your physical limit again? Take a five-minute break."

See, that's it.

Knowing full well how weak he is physically, he needs to rest for five minutes after kicking eight or nine times into the water.

Any coach would have started swearing at this student, but Makoto Haramura showed remarkable patience.

Not only his words, but even his facial expressions showed no sign of impatience.

ashore!

Misaki Shokuhou sipped her juice, trying to recover her rapidly depleted energy.

Makoto Haramura, on the other hand, was eating the watermelon in big bites.

"I know that because of your mental control, you don't pay much attention to your physical training."

"But to be this physically weak is a bit much, isn't it?"

"I feel that with your physical fitness, it would probably take you at least ten minutes to run a lap around the track."

Only an hour has passed.

Makoto Haramura was completely astonished; the woman's physical weakness far exceeded his expectations.

I swam for five minutes and then rested for fifty-five minutes.

"I just hate this kind of thing. I hate all those sweaty sports. This kind of activity with no manners at all is not suitable for me at all."

Misaki Shokuhou pouted as she put the cup back on the table.

However, after Misaki Shokuhou finished speaking, Makoto Haramura's brows furrowed, and his previously calm tone turned stern.

"It's okay if you don't like sports. We can rely on your abilities too, after all, your abilities are indeed very strong."

"But have you ever thought about what you would do if you encountered someone who could restrain your abilities or even be immune to them again?"

"With your physical strength so weak, you can't even manage a decent escape, let alone fight back."