Gyaru is a death flag?

"Come in, Young man" Sun Linhua decided to try out her luck. She made her way towards the room where the washing machine was placed after inviting Yang Chen in.

Yang Chen looked at her round, well-shaped buttocks. They swayed like liberty bells everytime she took a step forward. She was wearing a black tube top and short pants. They struggled to contain the mounds on her front and back. Moreover, her clothes looked like they would rip apart if applied a little more pressure.

'Master, She's actually a beast kin!'

As he was following behind Sun Linhua, while appreciating her juicy buttocks, Nyx's surprised voice sounded in his mind.

'What!?'

'She wasn't a gyaru but a beastkin?'

'This…' Yang Chen couldn't believe his ridiculous luck.

But Sun Linhua being a beastkin did somewhat make sense to him. This also clarified his doubts about her obsession with finding a capable man. However, Nyx wasn't finished with her words.