Chapter 229

Finding a quiet place, Kitakami Yoru stayed alone until almost after school before returning to the track to line up.

"Yui, look, Kitakami-kun is back..."

Ebina Hina's hand quietly touched Yuigahama Yui's very sensitive and smooth waist, attacking her with a joke.

"Hey Hina, don't talk nonsense, I have no interest in romance..."

Yuigahama Yui shyly tightened the soft flesh on her waist.

"Class dismissed!"

After the PE teacher finished roll call, he announced the end of class.

Kitakami Yoru stood in place, passed Hayasaka Ai's application, and saw a message from his mother, Kitakami Hui.

"Dad suddenly got a promotion and a raise, and was promoted directly to a higher level?"

"That's not right; didn't he just get promoted once at the beginning of this year?"

"This is performance off the charts, almost to the threshold of upper management..."

While surprised for his dad, Kitakami Yoru was also a bit shocked.

Japan and a certain country are exactly the same...

That country is the US, where the class system is very solidified, truly inheriting the excellent cultural traditions of their fathers.

Many positions, seemingly fair and open, are actually hereditary.

Japan's workplace is even worse, liking to rank by seniority.

Even in finance, it has a certain impact.

While happy, Kitakami Yoru exited LINE and clicked into text messages.

"One million yen?"

The red dot notification was the only message missing.

One million was suddenly deposited into his bank account, but he didn't know the source; Kitakami Yoru locked his brows together and opened his mobile banking.

Log in - My - Details

"Shinomiya...?"

Kitakami Yoru muttered, understanding everything.

The Shinomiya Zaibatsu is one of the four major zaibatsus in Japan, vaguely the leader, controlling a quarter of Japan's economic lifeline, with industries covering countless fields.

The financial company where his dad, Kitakami Toya, worked was a branch of a subsidiary of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu.

"One more arrogant than the other, do you need this bit of your money?"

For the poor, money is the most important thing.

But with financial freedom and certain savings, health and dignity become more important.

To live, once you're full, you want to fight for your breath!

Kitakami Yoru thought this way and let out a long sigh.

"Phew~ annoying..."

This kind of situation where things clearly exceed his current control, being controlled by others, and being humble is really uncomfortable.

Without the aura of a king, how can he build a harem?

Kitakami Yoru became increasingly unhappy with Kaguya Shinomiya; this was clearly a naked humiliation.

Just asking for a verbal apology in private, Kaguya Shinomiya wouldn't even do that.

Instead, she didn't apologize and just threw money at him?

It's like your family has a few buildings worth millions in rent, and you lack nothing!

One day.

A person worth billions, with money and power, takes a fancy to your wife, teases her, and beats up your parents.

After finishing, the arrogant person throws you a few million in smelly money with a sense of contempt.

The value of a few million far exceeds the compensation for a car accident that kills a person.

But would you forgive the other party because of this bit of smelly money, or would you be even angrier?

"Hayasaka Ai..."

Kitakami Yoru understood that the only two ways to make Kaguya Shinomiya kneel and apologize, or make her pay a low price like Eriri, were Sakurajima Mai and opening the golden treasure chest.

But relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself!

It still has to be his own cheat, the golden treasure chest.

Otherwise...

Could he be like in the doujinshi, where the aura of a king shakes, and the cold and arrogant Ice Kaguya-hime kneels under him with peach blossoms in her eyes?

"Telling me to go home for dinner tonight?"

"Okay."

The people around gradually dispersed, the bell for the end of class rang, and Kitakami Yoru replied to his mother's message.

Putting away his phone, he glanced around and walked away.

On the way to the club building, he luckily bumped into Eriri, who was alone.

"Eriri, wait a second."

Kitakami Yoru called out to her.

The familiar devil's whisper rang in her ears; Eriri's body was like being frozen by a spell, turning back stiffly.

"What are you doing, don't call me with such an intimate name!"

"I wish I could kill you, go die!"

Eriri turned around, her cute face full of vigilance.

"Was the art club model thing on purpose?"

Remembering this annoying matter, Eriri continued to ask, not giving Kitakami Yoru a chance to interrupt.

"I couldn't refuse that matter."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head, his tone flat.

"Hmph, I can warn you, don't have any bad ideas."

"If you

Eriri stared intently at Kitakami Yoru, maintaining a posture ready to flee at any moment.

"A barking dog doesn't bite; the louder you bark, the more afraid you probably are inside, right?"

Kitakami Yoru grasped Eriri's little scheme.

He was certain that there was at least a seventy percent chance that Eriri would not dare to risk everything in a desperate struggle.

Even if he were to bully her severely once again!

"My father is at home!"

Eriri gave a light huff, her face turning pale.

"Let me ask you a question: do you know why I suddenly became so popular?"

"I'm so annoyed."

Kitakami Yoru ran into Eriri and asked casually.

"Huh?"

Eriri had been listening carefully, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but speak up.

What kind of ridiculous question is this?

This disgusting, perverted, fat...

As she thought this, her gaze swept across Kitakami Yoru's face, and Eriri's insults came to an abrupt halt.

He's impossibly good-looking...

You're asking me?

Don't you have any idea yourself?

Are you showing off on purpose?

"I'm not telling you!"

Eriri turned and walked away.

"Aunt Sayuri is very welcoming of me visiting your home, you know."

Kitakami Yoru watched that pair of golden twin tails calmly, unable to help but recall that wonderful taste.

Immediately, he calmed down and overcame his inner demon.