The Ultimate Entomologist's Bug-Brained Assistance!

"Gonta... Gonta mad! Gonta just keep screwing up! There gotta be some way Gonta can help Angie and Atua too, even if Gonta can't sculpt good... Gonta wanna help!" the Ultimate Entomologist growled through his teeth, feeling embarrassed to be the only one in the class who seemed completely unable to make a sculpture that looked like Angie due to his powerful hands.

"Mmhmhmhm! You can give it up now, Gonta! I think this sculpture of Angie crawling around in a bikini is about as good as we're going to get it!" Teruteru chuckled, patting Gonta on the back with self-satisfaction.

"No... No! Gonta no think so! Gonta gonna help Angie and all friends make best sculptures for Atua!" Gonta announced, climbing up to his feet. The whole class turned in surprise; those who hadn't already been distracted by his loud self-pity now had their eyes rooted on him, wondering what could be next. Even Angie looked surprised, as she turned around to face him. The whole room was transfixed by his act of desperation... that's right...

The Ultimate Entomologist's Bug-Brained Assistance!

Like a wild animal rushing in for the kill, Gonta leaped over his desk, knocking over a multitude of crushed rocks and art implements as he bounded towards the center of the room. Every student was wailing in terror, thinking that the scary looking student was about to smash Angie like he did those rocks; only Angie still looked pleased, bending her back slightly to look up at his giant form as he got closer and wearing a big smile on her face. After all, not only did she trust in Atua's protection- sometimes to a fault- but she was good friends with Gonta. She knew he wouldn't hurt a fly... actually, he especially wouldn't hurt a fly, but he wouldn't hurt people either.

For that reason, she was as surprised as anyone when Gonta suddenly lifted her into the air, curling his thick forearms under her legs and cupping his massive hands onto her forearms to keep them raised. Angie was "spread eagle" so to speak, with her legs out to either side and her arms held above her head, like the hands were supposed to clasp together in prayer. Even if it was just a bikini she was wearing... it was hard for the classmates assembled to deny the weird, otherworldly eroticism of seeing a big guy like Gonta spreading a small girl's legs and presenting her to the class. "Gonta helping!"

"Yeees! Gonta helping!" Teruteru agreed, nodding enthusiastically while holding his cap secure with one hand, not specifying how exactly Gonta was helping him. Blood was gushing out of his nose from both sides. Thankfully, he'd worn the right color neckerchief.

"Aaah!" Angie shrieked, thrashing about. Gonta relented for just a moment, before she clarified. "Look at all that blood being wasted! Atua's very mad! Teruteru, don't you spill any of that on the floor! Make sure it all goes into an appropriate receptacle so we can gift it to Atua later!" As he followed her instructions, she smiled, turning her head back to Gonta. "Hey hey, Gonta! What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Gonta asked, tilting his head slightly, as though it should be obvious. "Gonta thought it pretty hard to see Angie crawling on floor, at least for those friends not so tall as Gonta. So Gonta helping by lifting Angie up, so whole class can see!" he beamed, turning this way and that to show Angie properly to all of his friends, who watched with mystified expressions. "Ha ha ha! Gonta wonder what Atua think about Gonta being so helpful?!"

Was this display pleasing to Atua... or not so much? Only Angie could properly interpret it!