Chapter 139

"Yes... I have already greeted Er... Sawamura-san before."

Kitakami Yoru almost couldn't maintain the expression on his face.

Sawamura Sayuri-san.

You also know, what I did to your precious daughter, you would probably want to kill me, right?

"Say hello."

Sawamura Sayuri smiled.

Eriri was about to refuse directly, her mouth was already open, but she was afraid Sawamura Sayuri would discover something wrong.

She greeted him unwillingly.

Kitakami Yoru responded hypocritically, his gaze avoiding Eriri's.

Walking to the side, he picked up the canvas bag that Eriri had lost, which contained her important art book, and carried it on his shoulder.

When people heard of Kashiwagi Eri, perhaps their first reaction was that she was a well-known doujin artist.

Kitakami Yoru might think of Eriri.

He still had mind-reading, he could ask and verify!

"This bag!"

Sawamura Sayuri went out to check the flowers in the latex bag, and Eriri hurriedly covered her mouth, staring fixedly at Kitakami Yoru, who was carrying her canvas bag and leaving.

After the disgusting fat otaku walked far away, Eriri hurriedly ran back to her bedroom and lay on the bed.

"The bag I lost when I went to Akihabara with Tomoya, which contained my art book, how could it appear in his hands."

"It can't be wrong, even the details are the same..."

Eriri recalled her canvas bag; there was a drop of paint she had accidentally dripped on it, which was why she could be so sure.

"If he knew I was Kashiwagi Eri, would he use it to threaten me?"

"Ah ah ah, no, no, he must know that art book is mine, he will definitely suspect me, the ace of the art club."

Eriri rolled on the bed in distress, lying in a daze in a spread-eagle position, looking at the ceiling.

Kitakami Yoru already had her handle in his hands.

But, it was different from Kashiwagi Eri!

The handle Kitakami Yoru had was a mutually destructive one; if he published it to the outside world, she would also be exposed.

But Eriri being Kashiwagi Eri was a secret; publishing it wouldn't expose Kitakami Yoru.

A student at Shuchiin, who was a well-known doujin artist behind the scenes!

Her father was a diplomat!

A huge scandal.

Affecting not only herself, but also her diplomat father!

"What to do... what to do..."

Eriri muttered worriedly.

She knew she was thinking a bit too much.

But no matter what, if Kitakami Yoru knew she was Kashiwagi Eri, wouldn't it be even more disadvantageous for her?

Once bitten, twice shy.

Eriri was really afraid~

Even without mentioning these, the art book was an important item for her.

Half of the hard work she had accumulated as a creator for many years was in it.

"It must have been picked up by him, it's all Tomoya's fault..."

Eriri inexplicably thought of Aki Tomoya, followed by Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She still hadn't figured out how to clarify things to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Go to Kasumigaoka Utaha proactively and say it?

Eriri was worried that Kasumigaoka Utaha would tell Aki Tomoya about this, or rather, definitely would tell Aki Tomoya.

At that time, how would her childhood friend Aki Tomoya view her?

Disappointed? Shocked? Disgusted?

She had committed a crime...

Doing such an incredibly childish and ridiculous thing, causing Kitakami Yoru to take the blame.

Or, Kasumigaoka Utaha would threaten her, make her stay away from Aki Tomoya in the future, and hold her handle, ordering her around at will.

There was another way, which was to bypass Kasumigaoka Utaha and confess directly to the school.

With her status, ask the school to keep it secret and clarify Kitakami Yoru, but it wasn't safe.

Kasumigaoka Utaha would definitely make a scene...

Her handle was in the school's hands, and she would also need to consume her father's face and favors.

Both ways of clarification had their pros and cons.

Eriri didn't know which one to choose.

She didn't want to choose at all, didn't want to face it, just wanted to escape this matter.

But Kitakami Yoru was pressing on her petite and cute body, making her unable to move.

"If only there were a third option..."

Eriri's eyes were dull, her mood irritable.

The next morning, when she returned from running.

At the apartment door, the supermarket delivery person had been waiting for a long time.

The air fryer, oven, etc., that Kitakami Yoru bought were all delivered.

Moving these kitchenware into the kitchen and plugging them in to confirm there were no problems.

Kitakami Yoru chose to sign for them and couldn't wait to use them.

From the refrigerator, he took out a plate of chicken wings he had prepared in advance.

Kitakami Yoru tore open the plastic wrap, poured out the blood, placed the chicken wings that had been marinated and seasoned in advance on the paper dedicated to the air fryer, sprayed a little oil, and put them in.

Set for ten minutes.

After completion, Kitakami Yoru waited quietly.

After washing his body and coming back to flip the chicken wings, the fragrance had already rushed to Kitakami Yoru's brain.

He had already eaten breakfast and wasn't too hungry, but his saliva was secreting crazily.

Teasing San-san for a while, Kitakami Yoru took out the fried chicken wings; the skin had evenly turned into the charred brown feeling that Michelin chefs loved most.

The fresh fragrance wafted toward him, slowly drifting out.

Gabriel, who had been playing wildly for more than half a month, was preparing to go home today.

On the small balcony outside, she was collecting her panties with a clothes pole when she smelled this alluring, wonderful fragrance.

"So fragrant~"

"Where is it coming from~"

Gabriel's stomach was rumbling, and her body followed the fragrance.

"Knock knock knock—"

Kitakami Yoru, who was turning on the TV and preparing to feast, held a juicy chicken wing and went to open the door.

"Gabriel, aren't you going back to your hometown?"

Kitakami Yoru asked Gabriel at the door in surprise.

"I'm going back today, so fragrant~"

Gabriel explained faintly and sniffed her nose.

"Then come in and eat a little."

"By the way, since that day, have you been playing games at home the whole time?"

Kitakami Yoru stepped aside to give Gabriel room to enter.

"It's summer vacation anyway, can't I play games?"

"I can't play after going home, so I'll play to my heart's content."

While answering, Gabriel took off her shoes very familiarly and walked in, just like entering her own home.

On the small table in the living room.