Chapter 220

Kitakami Yoru said coldly.

"Kitakami Yoru?"

"It's you..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up, a faint doubt flowing in her wine-red beautiful eyes: "How do you have my phone number?"

Her phone number was very private.

If it leaked out, she estimated she would be harassed to death!

"I asked the Student Council for it. I found the real culprit."

Kitakami Yoru explained.

From the spring outing at the end of March to the middle of September now.

This matter could finally be resolved, allowing him to wash away his disgusting criminal name.

So, was Kitakami Yoru excited now?

It could be said that he wasn't excited at all, and was quite calm.

"Say that again?"

Such an important matter was completely beyond Kasumigaoka Utaha's expectations, making her exclaim and want to reconfirm.

All along, the culprit who stole her stockings and panties was Kitakami Yoru!

She had never doubted herself; she was very certain and convinced, not even a little bit!

Stalking her...

Getting on the wrong car, staring at her thighs and getting horny, the dark circles under his eyes from staying up late to commit the crime...

The stocking foot-fetish book...

Kitakami Yoru was completely a heavy-duty foot-fetishist pervert, and he was still a disgusting dead fat otaku at the time.

Kasumigaoka Utaha even thought that maybe if she stretched her black-silk-clad foot, which had been stewing for a day, in front of Kitakami Yoru and let him lick it.

Kitakami Yoru would kneel down without hesitation and beg her.

These supporting pieces of evidence, didn't every one of them point to Kitakami Yoru?

"I caught the real culprit, this afternoon..."

Kitakami Yoru paused for a moment and continued: "Friday after school, there's plenty of time. I'll bring the culprit to find you, and we'll have a good talk about this matter."

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked out of the classroom, headed toward the quiet restroom, and heard the calmness, authenticity, and steadiness in Kitakami Yoru's tone.

There wasn't a trace of panic or lack of confidence.

"The culprit isn't him?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her lower lip gently and frowned in suspicion.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Kitakami Yoru asked back.

"I heard you. Who is the culprit?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against the corridor wall, her beautiful face slightly solemn.

"It's not convenient to say. It's not clear over the phone. I'll bring them over this afternoon, and we'll talk face-to-face."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"Whoo..."

"Male or female?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha had been so certain and convinced about Kitakami Yoru, but now she was suddenly thrown into a complex state of mind.

"Female. She did it to retaliate against you."

Kitakami Yoru let out a cold snort.

This little golden-haired dog deserved to die!

"Female?"

A flash of strangeness crossed Kasumigaoka Utaha's face.

She knew she was too outstanding, but she was a student at the Mixed Academy; there were a very small number of girls at school who would look at her with displeasure.

When this matter happened, she had briefly suspected that there was such a possibility.

But when compared to Kitakami Yoru, that possibility could be completely ignored.

"In short, it's not convenient to say over the phone. I'll contact you this afternoon."

Kitakami Yoru added one more sentence before hanging up the phone quietly.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha must be completely confused right now..."

"She must have a belly full of questions and be dying to ask for an explanation."

Smiling, Kitakami Yoru put away his phone and opened the bottle of juice.

"Click---"

He popped the tab and took a big gulp; wasn't he the same?

The break time was only ten minutes, which wasn't enough at all.

Returning to the classroom, the moment he stepped through the door, the class bell rang.

Kitakami Yoru sat down and waited quietly for the teacher to come and teach.

On the other side.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, filled with questions and agonizing over whether to call back.

She returned reluctantly, called "Report" to the teacher, and returned to her seat with a restless mind.

"The culprit isn't Kitakami Yoru, it's a girl?"

"Is that for real?"

"Could it be that he found a girl from the spring outing and agreed on a promise of reward to take the fall for him?"

Resting her cheek on her hand, Kasumigaoka Utaha had completely lost the desire to sleep and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

Her guess was completely possible.

A girl stealing her stockings and panties and a boy stealing her stockings and panties were different in nature.

Just look at the clearly written legal articles, and you'll understand.

Rape of a female is a crime, but rape of a male is different.

If the culprit is a girl, as long as there was no major demerit recorded previously and her performance is normal, the Xiuzhiyuan Sect will only give a major demerit and won't directly expel the other party.

This world is just like this.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was thinking that Kitakami Yoru's slimmed-down appearance had caused a complete turnaround in his reputation at school.

Some girls and wealthy young ladies discussing the current Kitakami Yoru made her feel disgusted.

Is it just about looks?

What if...

Kasumigaoka Utaha was thinking about the "what if" that Kitakami Yoru used his perfect face to fool a young girl who was foolishly in love, to take the fall for him?

Because the consequences of taking the fall weren't that serious.

Search online, and there's no shortage of news about young girls helping their boyfriends transport white powder and being sentenced to death.

Search it, and you'll find a bunch.

If such things can be done, what's taking the fall?

"No... no..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath and muttered repeatedly, interrupting her own guess.

The probability was too small.

It was completely her own wild imagination and brain-filling.

If she knew the culprit was Eriri, she wouldn't have doubted it.

The teacher was lecturing on the blackboard, and Kasumigaoka Utaha was distracted, but he didn't care and acted as if he didn't see it.

Several boys sitting in various parts of the classroom were secretly looking at their goddess.

After class.

Kitakami Yoru stretched and put on a stinking face that didn't want to deal with anyone at all.

Recently, after class, many girls had come to surround him for no reason.

Beside him, the normie group led by his deskmate Miura Yumiko was gathered together chatting and exchanging.

"Kitakami-san, you're going to the nursing home for extracurricular activities this weekend, right?" ===== CHAPTER 221 =====