How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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The bare arms had a moderate amount of fat and were quite soft. But an even softer, fuller feel was undoubtedly...

After figuring things out, Sirocco calmed himself down.

This is something that excites normal men, but it's not something to get excited about right now.

"Mom, what do you mean by 'growing up'...?"

"I was quite worried when I saw how much Shiloh had changed. Her room was spotless, she was willing to eat with her family, and she stopped leaving her clothes lying around. Has her rebellious phase ended?"

Has it been about growing up in terms of mindset?

"Because my horizons broadened after entering high school, I stopped worrying about some things. Before, I overthought things, which made me a silent person. If I continued like that, I would end up with nothing."

This is Sirocco's honest opinion.

Instead of being timid and doing nothing, it's better to take concrete actions and strive to avoid regrets.

"Really? That's good. Go do what you want to do, Mom will support you."

"Well, thank you."

Sirocco rubbed Cohen's hand.

He didn't dislike this kind of family affection.

Parents who are so reasonable can only exist in this world.

Cohen released his grip with relief, the pleasant milky scent still lingering in the air.

"Then let Mom bring you something nice. Wait a moment."

"nice one?"

Cohen chuckled and slipped into the bedroom, soon handing Sirocco a square box.

When Sirocco saw the contents of the glowing box in his hand, his face darkened.

"mom....."

condom.

A box contains 10 pieces.

"Huh? One box isn't enough? Mom has plenty more! Or do you not like this flavor? We have orange, strawberry, cantaloupe..."

Sirocco inexplicably developed a sense of awe towards Krod.

He also confirmed that he must continue to exercise diligently in the future to maintain his physical fitness and resilience.

"That's not the point... I'm going out."

I don't even want to imagine where the conversation would veer off if we kept going.

It was all out of his mother's good intentions, so Sirocco put it into the ring.

He tied his shoelaces and noticed that one pair of shoes was missing from the floor.

"Hill went out too?"

"Hill went out to play badminton with friends early this morning, saying he has a match next Monday. By the way, Hilo, are you free next week?"

"Next week? I have something to do on the 15th, but I'm free before then."

That Saturday, I was going to do a dungeon quest triggered from a chest in the Hellfire Dragon's Remains.

"How about Friday? Just one day will do."

"Friday...."

The time was a bit tight, but that's okay.

It's only right to help family members and maintain relationships.

"Sure. Is there anything I can help you with?"

“My mom’s friend from the neighborhood committee, Anile, said that the coffee shop had just finished renovations that day and there might be a lot of customers, so they would need some help.”

"Uh, why isn't Mom going?"

"Because your dad, Crowder, is on vacation that day, Mom is going on a date too!"

For some unknown reason, Cohen touched his cheek with one hand, a blush spreading across his face.

What an cheesy couple, but these are my parents.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'm really going out."

Sirocco opened the alluring alien door.

"Little Shiloh, should I save some dinner for you?"

"want."

After finishing these tasks, Sirocco enjoyed the bright sunshine and hummed a little tune as he headed to his date.

Completely unaware that two pairs of eyes were watching him intently from the shadows at the street corner.

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Sirocco got off at the bus stop, walked through the park in the square, and arrived at the central fountain at the meeting point.

It was Sunday, and the square was still quite crowded. Families enjoying themselves, couples chatting and laughing, and students out for fun—all sorts of people gathered there.

Sirocco weaved through the crowd and found the girl under a shady bench near the fountain.

Beren Gwina.

She gently wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, her eyes searching for something.

Sirocco waved her hand vigorously, and when their eyes met, she immediately put away her handkerchief and approached with an unhappy expression.

In a world where the average person's basic attractiveness has increased, Beren is considered reasonably good-looking, but what makes her special is her dignified and imposing aura.

But she is the only girl who dresses up for you, waits for you, and stands here just for you.

"You're too late."

They started by complaining about their dissatisfaction.

"Beren, you're here too early. I arrived half an hour early and you were already here."

"I... I stopped here on my way home to buy something, and since I was already here, I just decided to wait here. I didn't come early."

Beren looked away and glanced at Sirocco out of the corner of her eye.

He wore a white T-shirt underneath, a long-sleeved black jacket, and black casual trousers, looking incredibly clean. A red and black plastic fitness tracker was on his wrist, and combined with his ponytail and fair skin, he looked like a bassist in a band.

It's quite suitable.

However, if it were Sirocco, he would probably suit both men's and women's clothing. I feel that he would be even cuter if he wore a sheep doll costume.

Imagine Shiro wearing a mascot costume and making a "baa" sound. Beren puts her hand to her mouth to hide the corners of her mouth that she can't help but smile.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing... Did you learn your style from a magazine?"

"I didn't expect you to see it so quickly, Beren..."

On the other hand, Beren went all out, wearing a deep-cut knit sweater (emphasizing the chest) paired with a ruffled cardigan (emphasizing girlishness), and a patterned ruffled skirt (emphasizing her beautiful legs).

"You were this tall before?"

"It must be due to the level upgrade; my skin looks great because of it."

Sirocco looked at his fair arm with mixed feelings.

She wouldn't mind that Shirlock was 5 years younger than her, so why would Belen mind the height difference?

The main reason was that Beren discovered that Shirok was the same height as herself.

I remember when we first met, he was a head shorter than me, right?

But that’s fine.

If that's the case, then there's no need to bend down...

Beren pursed her lips slightly, a strange anticipation rising within her.

"By the way, Beren, you look beautiful. I spotted you immediately in the crowd."

"Huh, that's natural."

A blush of joy touched the cheeks of Belen's fearless smile.

"Where are we going next? You made the date plans, didn't you?"

Seemingly eager to hear this question, Sirocco's expression lit up.

"Uh...."

Belen had a bad feeling.

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"That woman is actually smiling so happily. She's wearing a dress that's very popular this summer, her hair looks like she just had a professional haircut, and her shoes are brand new too."

Not far from the two, Hill stood on a bench with a large newspaper to cover his body and adjusted his sunglasses with his middle finger.