The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 219 219 Muscle fetishes in the handicraft department

“Fujimiya’s parents are very close. Fujimiya looks just like you.”

Kido, who was a seller, gave a small chuckle at the appearance of his parents watching handmade products from the handicrafts department while representing the friendliness all over his body.

I didn’t know much about my classmate’s department, Zhou, but apparently Kido belonged to the handicraft department, seller duty at this hour.

“I was wondering if Kido was the manager of some athletic department…”

Zhou, who was subtly distant from his parents, looks at a wooden door with a handmade apron.

Because of her publicly proclaiming that she loves muscles at muscle fetishes, I thought she was working around the manager of the athletic department. I just thought the boys were going to stay and get a chance to see the muscles, but the handicrafts department was surprised.

“Well, you can legally worship a man’s muscles. But hatred and I are solo. Besides, you’re stubborn.”

“Chino?

“I don’t think anything about watching someone in a profession who’s physically working out like that on TV or in pictures, but like this, I need you to stop hitting on students.”

“I feel that’s the result of caring more about Kido’s outside hearings than jealousy”

Look at me in the muscles. You don’t want to show someone else how cute you look when you’re about to drool. If it’s your own girlfriend, it’s too much.

However, Kido, dissatisfied with Zhou’s assessment, is swelling his cheeks plumply.

“Rude. I choose who I want to stay with.”

You can’t do it with a half-breed muscle – Kido put his hand on his hip and strained his chest, not denying that he could do it himself.

“Well, you’re in the handicrafts department because you’re begging me to be a girl… Well, a big factor is that you can make your clothes from hand to hand and let them go straight to measurements.”

“Wow, it’s muscular…”

“Hih, don’t pull it off. And Mr. Vertebra, look, if Fujimiya will let me take it off and measure it, I think he’ll make it right away.”

“Don’t plant special sexuality in my midday.”

Rather, I don’t want to be shy at midday to look at Zhou Naked, so it’s not a first thing to want him to take it off. I have trouble getting it to be a muscle fetish like a wood door.

Looking at the unfortunate wooden door without even hiding it for some reason, the middle of the day I was looking at the product with my parents came here and I leaned my neck wonderfully.

“We were talking, what are you talking about?

“Eh, Mr. Vertebra said if Fujimiya took it off, he’d welcome it.”

“There’s no way. Hey, midday.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think so.”

“Why are you in weak denial?”

I can’t hide my surprise circumferentially because I thought I would impetuously deny it with a bright red face, or because it was a subtly hesitant denial.

“Oh, because I preached to Mr. Vertebra how muscular it is?

“Don’t do anything extra. You don’t have to get weird knowledge at midday.”

“I just spoke of goodness, and I hope you don’t call the beauty of the human body weird knowledge. I think it’s rude for the muscles to call the fruits you’ve worked hard on and honed your flesh weird knowledge.”

“Oh, yes. Excuse me.”

I apologized reflexively because I was preached with an unexpectedly serious face.

“… no. Still, if midday wakes up, what are you gonna do?”

“Why don’t you just take it off?

“I won’t take it off”

I don’t take it off because I can see it overheating. I managed to indulge myself when I took a bath with him, but if I normally took it off, he probably wouldn’t look me in the eye for a while.

No one wants to see him naked, and even though he sees Kido half-eyed, he sneers and groans “even though Mr. Vertebra wants to see him” without looking bad.

By the way, I’m shaking my head with a boom at midday with a red face, so that would be a late delusion, though I’d like to get more muscle fetish buddies in Kido.

Pu, and the midday when he seems to get hot air, he groans, shaking his lips, “I only think about that a little bit,” he said.

No, you think for a second, if I went in, I would zipper my mouth shut for a while at midday, so I left it unheard of. Perhaps in the middle of the day it comes from an interest in lovers. I want to believe it doesn’t come from fetishism like wood doors.

“Oh, that sounds like fun talking to you.”

When I was thinking about how to forgive the bright red midday, Shifuko and Shudo approached me with a relaxed smile as they apparently bagged something they liked.

Kido blinks properly, then puts a smile on his outside, possibly correcting his residence. I don’t even feel the slightest dust from the muscle rigging grin earlier.

“Oh, you’re Fujimiya’s parents. Nice to meet you. My name is Koka Kido, and I’m a classmate of Fujimiya and Shinobi.”

“Thank you very much for this. I’m Fujimiya Shudo. This is Shibako from home.”

When Shudo introduces Shibako, Kido smiles and puts his head down. I laughed unconsciously because I was willing to wear a cat.

“What were you talking about?

“… Talk about Kido’s hobby preferences”

Shudo asked me a question here, so I turned it back mildly, distracting from my eyes, and it flashed like Shikoko was interested.

“Oh, what kind of hobby do you have?

“Right, human observation…… is it? And I like to see people working hard and I’m there for them.”

I’m not lying because it’s a human observation (muscle appreciation). Supporting those who make efforts, is not a lie because it is also about muscles. Although it is not accurate.

“How about our perimeter, by the way, from Mr. Kido? Are you trying?”

“Right…… I think I’m trying. However, I haven’t talked for a long time, so Fujimiya is still unknown…”

I feel like I’m talking about the peripheral muscles for sure, but I’m not willing to go in front of my parents. If I jumped into an extra story, it wouldn’t have happened.

Do you know that at midday, too, keep quiet? I just felt poisoned by the wood doors around me sneaking a sneak touch of Zhou’s stomach, following a gap between my parents who were just having a conversation and being distracted.

When I blamed him for “doing that at home” while I pulled that hand off, he realized what he was doing in public. Midday makes his face red just a little bit.

“As far as I’m concerned, Fujimiya, who’s with Vertebra, looks happy and works hard, so I’d like to see it nearby.”

“Oh, are we both getting along properly at school?

“Yes, very much. As much as I can guess this one I’m looking at.”

“Hey, Kido, please. Something weird happened.”

“Oh no, it’s not weird and it’s a fact. You always think you two are a good couple, don’t you?

Zhou wanted to leave the scene now because his parents laughed happily at Kido, who smiled mischievously at him as if he were paying back for treating his muscle soundness with weird knowledge.

Zhou, who is aware that his face is red at about midday earlier, stares at the wooden door in an attempt to do this, but where does the wooden door wind blow?

“I’m glad everyone in my class recognized me.”

“Ugh.”

Shudo smiled really calm and delighted, so Zhou turned to him by distorting his mouth to the rarity in which he was.