Chapter 228

But, a tiny bit of annoyance still remained.

It was that she was very willing to compensate Kitakami Yoru with an amount dozens of times higher than a court settlement.

And the other party still wasn't satisfied?!

Like wanting her to kneel down and learn to bark like a dog!

Can dignity be bought with money?

"I have already stated it very clearly: kneel down and bark like a dog, or have your father and mother come to apologize to me, or..."

"I will go to your home personally and talk to your parents about this matter."

Kitakami Yoru glanced at Eriri indifferently before withdrawing his gaze.

"You can give up on your little schemes; my mom and dad are both archaeologists and are basically not home for most of the year."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's wine-red eyes narrowed.

She had taken the initiative to soften her stance and offer compensation, and it still wasn't enough?

Seriously...

"Ten million, I will apologize to you and clarify this matter at school."

Subsequently, Kasumigaoka Utaha acted as if she had issued an ultimatum, crossing her arms over her chest.

Pushing her fullness out until it was bulging!

"I really don't understand your brain circuits; can money erase the harm you caused me?"

"On the contrary, I feel that if I make you bark like a dog a few times, I'll feel balanced..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't feel like he was being a petty villain.

Treating Gabriel, Aoyama Nanami, Kato Megumi, and so on...

He could be very generous and tolerant...

But treating an enemy, the culprit who harmed him so badly.

Even Kasumigaoka Utaha, who clearly could have just calmed down and thought about the clues, and even without direct evidence, locked onto him.

He was no saint!

Was a light apology and money enough?

At that time, he was stabbed in the back, scolded, disgusted, hated...

If it weren't for the Golden Treasure Chest.

He would have ruined everything, regretted it for life, and perhaps lived his whole life under this black pot of infamy, walking through a miserable, pathetic, and cowardly life.

Compared to the cowardice of Kasumigaoka Utaha scaring him and wanting to crush him at that time.

Kitakami Yoru was definitely favoring himself; making Kasumigaoka Utaha bark like a dog wasn't that a thousand times more forgiving?

"You are insulting me!"

Even a clay figure has three parts of temper; Kasumigaoka Utaha stomped her foot hard.

"Didn't you insult me before?"

"How about I give you ten million, you kneel down and bark like a dog, and I'll forgive you?"

Kitakami Yoru chuckled.

A girl like Kasumigaoka Utaha, who is proud and has a decent family background, would absolutely never do this for ten million.

If it were an ordinary person in society, for one million, people could line up from Tokyo to Paris.

"By the way..."

"Isn't Kasumigaoka Utaha from a wealthy family? Is ten million something she can just take out?"

Kitakami Yoru wondered to himself again.

"Why don't you just ask for the pair of stockings I'm wearing right now?"

"Do you want them?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Kitakami Yoru, suddenly sneering, her hands moving toward her waist.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned.

At this time, Eriri walked quietly to the side, hugging her head and squatting down to sob.

"You're a disgusting, perverted, hardcore foot fetishist, don't you just like feet?"

"I'm saying, I'll give you the black silk pantyhose I've been wearing all day, do you want them?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the face before her with a sarcastic expression; if you ignore the thief label, he was indeed incredibly handsome.

Handsome beyond belief.

But once she thought about how Kitakami Yoru was a disgusting foot fetishist.

The secret that the cold, handsome guy in the eyes of the infatuated girls at school, the counter-attacking male god, was a perverted foot fetishist.

Only she knew, and a tiny bit of smugness and pleasure was born, which could be used to mock Kitakami Yoru.

However, if she were to clarify Kitakami Yoru's situation.

The girls at school would probably all become Kitakami Yoru's fan girls.

How disgusting!

"Give me your panties, take them off right here, and I'll forgive you."

Seeing Kasumigaoka Utaha's intention, Kitakami Yoru knew the other party was deliberately trying to disgust him.

"I don't believe it, Kasumigaoka Utaha would really do this, could it be she'd go home vacuum?"

"You..."

"Disgusting..."

As the words fell, Kasumigaoka Utaha spat directly, her hand coming out from under her skirt.

"I am a foot fetishist, I think it's very normal."

Kitakami Yoru admitted it generously, staring fixedly at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"I apologize to you..."

"I'm sorry..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha pursed her lips, apologizing sincerely on her own.

Bending over, bowing slightly...

However...

After the apology and raising her head, she changed back.

"I don't seem to have asked you to do that."

Kitakami Yoru paused for a moment because of Kasumigaoka Utaha's sincere apology before saying indifferently.

Shortly after, he chose to activate mind-reading.

"I'll go to the student council next Monday, as for the money..."

"I'll give it to you next Monday..."

Speaking to herself, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes were full of pain, heartache, and reluctance!

This was a huge sum of money!

Ask yourself, would a high school student, or even an ordinary person, be happy if they picked up ten thousand on the road?

She had just given away seventy-five thousand dollars!

In Japan, with a little more, you could buy a top-spec BMW 5 Series.

In the afternoon, Kasumigaoka Utaha had thought about it carefully; students at Xiuzhiyuan definitely didn't lack money at home.

Ten million might not be a lot.

"Sorry, I don't accept."

Kitakami Yoru decisively refused.

"Then keep dreaming, or take my stockings and get lost!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't seem to be joking this time.

She was really willing to take off the black silk pantyhose she had been wearing all day.

The stockings that were pressed against her snow-white skin, full legs, straight beautiful legs, and beautiful feet, stewing in her shoes all day.

Throw them at Kitakami Yoru!

"Hoo... hiss..."

Kitakami Yoru took a deep breath, his chest heaving, staring at the Golden Treasure Chest above Kasumigaoka Utaha's head.