"Do you realize how risky it is to go out dressed like that? There are plenty of creeps lurking around here…" Choso remarked calmly, his gaze drifting down to your hips adorned in a short skirt. Choso didn't have a particular preference when it came to your bimbo styles, but he couldn't help feeling concerned about your safety amidst a society filled with potential threats. He couldn't bear the thought of other men leering at you or behaving inappropriately as you passed by.

Choso didn't want to impose restrictions on you; the issue lay not in your choice of attire but in the depraved environment you inhabited. Nonetheless, his instinct to protect you only intensified. As his girlfriend, he felt a responsibility to be by your side at all times, ensuring your safety. Gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, his expression filled with concern and care.

"I'll accompany you, just to be safe. I want to make sure you're always be protected." Choso whispered softly as he continued to hold you, his voice tinged with emotion — he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the thought of someone harming his beloved simply because of her unconventional fashion choices. He pressed light kisses to your head, shoulder, and neck, reluctant to release you from his protective embrace.