Chapter 149

This round little black cat rolled her eyes and meowed a few times.

"You'll sleep with me tonight."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and gently scratched San-san's chin with his finger.

Whose little kitten is this~

So cute, and I was the one who found her.

August 31st.

The day before school starts.

After waking up, Kitakami Yoru stepped on the scale on an empty stomach.

"146."

"This weight is okay, I'm off the obesity line. It would be better if I lost another 10 pounds."

Kitakami Yoru touched his hair and stepped off the scale.

Now, he stood naked.

Just looking at his physique, there was no longer the feeling of obese flesh.

Only when bending over would his lower abdomen squeeze out two layers of shallow fat.

"It would be even better if my face were thinner and my body fat percentage lower."

Kitakami Yoru put away the scale and sighed in his heart.

He knew very well that he still had a lot of room for progress (becoming more handsome).

The fat on his face could still be lost, and his body fat could also be reduced.

This was not his most perfect state yet!

After washing up, he made breakfast.

Kitakami Yoru went to the park for a morning run.

He didn't run into Fujiwara Chika today; perhaps she was busy with student council matters since school was starting tomorrow.

After resting at home for a while, Kitakami Yoru thoroughly washed his hair, took his baseball cap, and headed to Shibuya Ward.

A haircut!

Kitakami Yoru was well aware that hairstyle affects attractiveness.

He thought, since he wasn't considered very good-looking, he would add some points to himself through his hairstyle.

"I really envy those handsome people; they never lack cute and pretty girls around them..."

"Not everyone is like my old man, ugly, but managed to hook a beautiful mother."

"Click—"

Locking the door, Kitakami Yoru went out.

After about an hour's ride, Kitakami Yoru arrived in the bustling Shibuya Ward.

Shibuya, Harajuku.

This place is known as the trend mecca of Asia.

Countless bills, pop-up stores, trendsetters, all gather here for street photography...

It was extraordinarily lively.

Kitakami Yoru walked across the world's most crowded Shibuya crossing, following his phone's navigation to the styling salon.

This time, he went all out.

He was willing to pay a high price for his hairstyle.

Entering a grand shopping building, Kitakami Yoru took off his hat and stepped into the elevator.

He pressed the floor button.

The transparent glass elevator rose rapidly, and Kitakami Yoru looked down at the bustling traffic through his thick, long hair.

He had made an appointment in advance, and after entering the shop, someone escorted him into a separate small room.

It was decorated in a minimalist style, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors in front and back, and drinks, fruits, and snacks available.

After waiting for a few minutes.

The chief stylist, who looked a bit like Iron Man, an uncle wearing a vest, came in.

"Hello, Mr. Kitakami, do you have any requirements for your style?"

Uncle Tony asked.

"I'm not sure, you design it for me."

After saying this, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes.

Uncle Tony sighed slightly; this money wasn't easy to earn.

A truly top-tier styling salon.

Relies on repeat customers.

Facing a new customer like Kitakami Yoru who didn't state his requirements, if he wasn't satisfied, he wouldn't come back.

Shaking his head gently, Uncle Tony lifted Kitakami Yoru's hair, revealing his full face.

Then, he was shocked!

He was a man, had a wife, loved his wife very much, and had no issues with his sexual orientation.

As a man, he still felt Kitakami Yoru was very charming, very good-looking, and very handsome!

"So this customer is naturally gifted, any style would suit him..."

Uncle Tony relaxed.

Looking that handsome, even carrying a dog to chew on would look good.

"However, it still needs to be designed well..."

"This customer should be a student; his long hair is messy and unkempt, he probably doesn't want to keep it long..."

"Curly hair? Not very suitable for a student..."

"Let's cut a style that's easy to manage and rare..."

Uncle Tony thought very seriously, worthy of the price Kitakami Yoru paid, with countless plans flashing through his mind.

Finally, he decided.

Cut a slightly long, lightly permed and dyed, easy-to-manage style like a handsome manga male lead.

Uncle Tony had cut this style a few times.

It was for a few boy band stars famous for their looks.

Without exception, they all failed.

Their looks couldn't support it.

Uncle Tony was certain, however, that Kitakami Yoru could.

An hour and a half later.

Uncle Tony gently used hair clay to create a fragmented, airy feel, pulled out a few strands, and nodded with satisfaction.

With these looks, if he went to work as a host in the nearby Shinjuku Kabukicho, he wouldn't lack wealthy ladies paying ten million a night.

Of course, this price was still without Uncle Tony knowing Kitakami Yoru's terrifying potential.

"Alright, customer..."

Uncle Tony gently woke Kitakami Yoru.

Having dozed for a long time, Kitakami Yoru made a groaning sound, stretched, and stood up.

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Eh?"

Blinking his eyes, Kitakami Yoru suddenly felt he was a bit handsome?

Is it possible that I'm a little handsome guy?

Someone who was extremely insecure about his looks began to doubt himself.

"Customer, you are really handsome."

"It's no exaggeration to say that you are the best-looking person I've seen in my many years in the industry."

Uncle Tony smiled, admiring his own work.

"Thank you, the hairstyle is nice."

Kitakami Yoru looked at his hair and associated it with the manga male lead himself.

Even that airy, messy feel was sculpted very well.

The black hair was slightly dyed with a hint of brownish-green, a thin layer, making it look more layered.

As for Uncle Tony's praise, Kitakami Yoru took it directly as politeness and a means to attract customers.

He didn't care.

Taking the small styling gift box given by the salon, Kitakami Yoru left directly.

Passing through the salon's lobby lounge, he didn't notice several pretty older sisters staring straight at him with wide eyes.

"It's about time for lunch; getting a style done took so long."

Kitakami Yoru took the elevator downstairs, bought a bottle of water, and sat on a roadside bench to drink it.

It was still early for his check-up appointment.

Three older sisters dressed in revealing clothes and with dyed hair walked toward Kitakami Yoru together.

"Hello..."

"Nice to meet you, little brother, are you by yourself?"

The three of them were just passing by and were attracted purely by Kitakami Yoru's looks.

"Ah? Huh??"

Kitakami Yoru looked up at the three beauties in revealing outfits and was suddenly at a loss.

"I said, are you by yourself?"

"Do you want to have a drink with us?"

"Coming?"

One of them said, wanting to reach out and pull Kitakami Yoru.

"No... I have things to do, sorry..."

Kitakami Yoru dodged by instinct and squeezed out a smile.

"Huh?"

"No way?"

"Then we're leaving."

Being rejected so decisively, they left a bit reluctantly.

"Are the sex workers these days so bold, soliciting customers directly on the street?"

Kitakami Yoru shook his head like a rattle.

This place was very close to Kabukicho, which is the largest red-light district in all of Asia.

Naturally, Kitakami Yoru mistook the women who came to chat with him for sex workers.

In fact, they were just a bit more open.

They wanted to spend the night with a handsome guy who looked very innocent.

"I'd better stay away from here."

After the sex workers walked away, Kitakami Yoru quickly got up and left Shibuya Ward.

He didn't go home at noon but went to the seaside in Minato Ward to walk around.

He had lunch at a nearby family restaurant.

"Thank you..."

Kitakami Yoru politely accepted the food brought by the waiter.

He ordered a set meal, which included an appetizer salad, a main course, a drink, and a chocolate croissant that had been baked until incredibly crispy.

Staring at the croissant for a while, Kitakami Yoru shook his head gently, hesitating and choosing not to eat it.

He still wasn't thin enough.

Keep persisting!

Pushing the plate with the chocolate croissant away, Kitakami Yoru looked up and met the gaze of a little girl at the table in front.

There was full longing in her eyes...

Kitakami Yoru paused for a moment and pointed to his chocolate croissant.

The longing in the little girl's eyes spilled out, and she nodded vigorously.

"Do you want to eat it?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled; the little girl was quite cute.

Just started elementary school?

No, she should be in kindergarten.

"Want to..."

Kawasaki Keika said decisively.

"Then I'll give it to you; I wasn't going to eat it anyway."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and pushed the chocolate croissant over.

"Really?"

"Thank you, big brother..."

Kawasaki Keika declined verbally, but she ran to Kitakami Yoru's front.

Lifting her bottom, she sat opposite him.

"Are you by yourself?"

Kitakami Yoru forked some salad and put it into his mouth.

"No, I'm with my sister..."

"Big brother, can I really eat this?"

Kawasaki Keika looked at Kitakami Yoru hesitantly, her little hands eager to grab the chocolate croissant.

"Yes, I gave it to you, it's yours."

Kitakami Yoru smiled.

"Thank you, big brother, you're so handsome..."

Kawasaki Keika narrowed her big eyes and smiled, picked up the chocolate croissant, and took a big bite.

The incredibly rich and thick dark chocolate filling exploded, smearing all over Kawasaki Keika's mouth.

Kawasaki Saki returned from the restroom, and the first thing she saw was that Kawasaki Keika was not in her seat, and she panicked for a moment.

The next second.

Her eyes caught Kawasaki Keika's figure, who had moved to the seat in front and was still eating the chocolate croissant.

Opposite her sat a boy.

The two were talking.

Sighing, Kawasaki Saki walked toward Kawasaki Keika, basically understanding everything.

She knew her sister well.

"Keika, you're running around again... and..."

Kawasaki Saki had a tissue in her hand from somewhere and arrived next to Kawasaki Keika.

"Saki-nee..."

Kawasaki Keika put down the bread, her hands and mouth covered in chocolate liquid.

"I'm really sorry, sir, my sister she..."

"She..."

"She bothered you..."

Kawasaki Saki's words were halfway through when she stalled, finally finishing them intermittently.

The boy in front of her had a peerless beauty beyond imagination, outstanding temperament, and radiated a sense of intimacy that made one inexplicably want to get close.

"Hehe... it's alright..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't notice anything unusual because he was also stunned.

The long-legged beauty in front of him had a high ponytail, a tear mole under her left eye, and was wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt, denim shorts, and white sneakers.

Isn't this Kawasaki...

What was her full name again, classmate?

In the first year, she was in the class next to Kitakami Yoru's.