Beautiful Things and Destruction

The moment the agent, who had just regained her senses after entering the store, felt a hand wrap around her waist, her body suddenly trembled.

Damn it.

The bizarre sensation made her whole body shudder! She was not pretty, and although she was not especially short, she weighed over 150 pounds. Her face was somewhat round, which did not conform to the aesthetic standards of people in the Federation.

They preferred girls with wavy blond hair, striking features, good figures, and slender builds.

Everything about the agent was the exact opposite of mainstream beauty standards. As a result, apart from a brief relationship with another overweight male classmate in high school—one in which they could not even find the ball hole—she had never dated anyone else.

Sometimes, in that hazy state between dreaming and waking, she would fantasize about her future partner. But every time she woke from those dreams, she would sadly realize that it would not be easy.

Because she was not beautiful, high-quality men would not choose her. At the same time, the circles she moved in could not exactly be called the upper echelons of the Federation, but they were at least the upper-middle class, and her standards for a partner were extremely demanding.

Ordinary people could not enter her field of vision. That was also why she had remained single all these years.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would most likely spend her entire life alone. When she grew older, she might adopt one or two children, then join some new independent women's organizations and declare herself an advocate of neither marriage nor childbirth.

When old age, or even death, arrived, she might regret that she had never experienced a real romance, never had a relationship, and never borne children.

Perhaps...

But now, that girl