Chapter 157

Forming dragon-whisker bangs, one long and one short, truly perfect.

Yuigahama Xianghui's heart was about to stir in an instant.

The original Kitakami Yoru was handsome, and after grooming his hairstyle slightly, his charm was completely stimulated.

Staring wide-eyed, Yuigahama Xianghui bit her lip, feeling she was a bit shameless.

"Kitakami-kun could call me Mom."

Muttering a reproach in her mouth, Yuigahama Xianghui stepped back.

"Is... is it done?"

Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes, twisted his sour neck, and took this short opportunity to stabilize his mind.

The rich body fragrance made him feel a bit infatuated.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to look at Yuigahama Xianghui.

"It's done..."

Yuigahama Xianghui stepped back again, supporting her chin, and pondered while examining Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru turned around, picked up the apron, and put it on himself.

"How can he be so handsome~"

"Hmm..."

Yuigahama Xianghui hummed slightly, stepped forward, and reached out both hands.

Kitakami Yoru, who hadn't made any preparations, had his head held by Yuigahama Xianghui's pair of warm palms.

Kitakami Yoru: "?"

The next second, Yuigahama Xianghui's gentle voice came to his ear.

"Don't move, let me adjust the back again."

While Yuigahama Xianghui was speaking, her palms exerted force to press Kitakami Yoru's head down.

His head went down, naturally leaning forward.

Very close.

That fullness was directly suspended in front of Kitakami Yoru's eyes, and his breathing hit it.

Having had one experience, but still being a very pure person in his bones, his figure stiffened, he didn't dare to breathe, and his eyes stared wide.

The next second.

Yuigahama Xianghui pressed down again, not noticing anything wrong at all.

Seeing that he was about to rub against it, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes in nervousness.

It was only a centimeter, or even a few millimeters, away from touching.

Yuigahama Xianghui finished, stepped back, released Kitakami Yoru, and kept examining him, very satisfied with her masterpiece.

"Classmate Yuigahama's mother really treated me like a child..."

"Phew phew~"

Kitakami Yoru blinked his eyes forcefully, stared at the ground, and exhaled loudly without a sound.

He thought correctly, but not entirely right.

Mainly, he was too handsome, so handsome that even a lady who had given birth to a daughter could barely withstand his charm, so he could enjoy such treatment.

The other part of the reason was naturally Kitakami Yoru's conduct, identity, previous reactions, etc...

These are not important.

How much women hated and were disgusted by the previous disgusting fat otaku, and any bad things could fall on his head.

The current Kitakami Yoru is how much favored and liked by women.

This is naked differential treatment.

"This is perfect!"

Yuigahama Xianghui made a playful "V" sign and took out her phone.

"What do I need to do?"

Kitakami Yoru stood up cooperatively.

"Like this..."

"Then like this..."

"Relax your eyes slightly, be a bit melancholic..."

Yuigahama Xianghui directed Kitakami Yoru and kept pressing the phone shutter.

"Click click—"

Dozens were taken, left in the phone's album.

"Perfect."

Yuigahama Xianghui shook her fist, expressing satisfaction and encouragement to Kitakami Yoru.

"Phew, so tired."

Kitakami Yoru felt it was more tiring than going to run 2000 meters, and sat down relaxedly.

"Heh heh hum~"

Yuigahama Xianghui glanced at Kitakami Yoru and flipped through the spoils of war just taken.

Kitakami Yoru holding the coffee tray, bowing slightly, his bangs fluttering, with a professional smile on his face.

Kitakami Yoru turning his body sideways, pretending to clean up the messy desktop...

Kitakami Yoru with one hand behind his back, leaning on the back of the sofa, his feet slightly apart, smiling naturally and relaxedly.

His whole body exudes a special temperament that is sunny at first glance, melancholic and cold upon closer inspection, feeling difficult to approach, yet kind and warm...

"Ugh!"

Yuigahama Xianghui flipped to this photo, stared at it for two seconds, as if the flow of the world she was in had slowed down, and exclaimed softly.

In the photo, Kitakami Yoru's charm emerged, easily piercing the defense line of this mature lady who thought she was very solid, and her face flushed red.

Her plump, fleshy, snow-white thighs were tightly together, following the instinct of her body, and even swayed slightly.

Her toes curled gently, her jade feet were tense, and she stood on tiptoe...

Feeling itchy on her body...

It's like...

Lost...

Lost...

So embarrassing...

Just a moment ago, she felt superior for not being the kind of young girl who couldn't walk upon seeing a handsome guy...

Kitakami Yoru added coffee for himself and drank it in large mouthfuls, completely unaware of the strange state of classmate Yuigahama's mother.

Afternoon, time to get off work.

Kitakami Yoru got his salary and an eight-percent discount, and left Angel Cafe.

"Finally gone..."

Yuigahama Xianghui finally realized the strange feeling Kitakami Yoru had when he didn't dare to face her, watching Kitakami Yoru leave slowly.

"There's a bit more."

On the way to the station, Kitakami Yoru opened his salary envelope.

Salary means getting paid.

Arriving at the end of the commercial street, Kitakami Yoru took a car and went home.

Not the apartment, but home.

More than half an hour later.

Kitakami Yoru arrived home, just in time for dinner.

In Tokyo in August, the sky won't be completely dark until seven in the evening.

Suddenly returning home, Kitakami Yoru gave his dad and mom a fright.

"Did you tell the son to go for a physical exam like I asked you to before?"

Kitakami Megumi asked while Kitakami Yoru went to the washroom.