Chapter 238

Sisters were incredibly excited because of the man on the bed, full of energy!

In this world, how can there be such a bad sister?

"Moeha, don't go too far!"

Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika's heart panicked, and she glared with wide eyes in anger and shyness.

"Alright, alright, brother-in-law said you are super cute, and you are perfect, and he is very grateful for everything you did for him..."

Fujiwara Moeha was still afraid of Fujiwara Chika's deterrence as a sister, so she quickly made it up.

Unexpectedly, it hit the mark!

If she had said anything else, Fujiwara Chika would have doubted it instead.

At the time she sent Kitakami Yoru to the hospital, Fujiwara Chika kept silent, and no one knew.

Except for the parties involved and the medical staff at the time, no one should know.

In Kitakami Yoru's answer, being very grateful for everything she did was ironclad proof!

Fujiwara Moeha blinked, observing Fujiwara Chika's reaction and the information revealed in her eyes in detail.

No way?

Sister seems to believe it!

I made it up on the spot, and even I don't believe it?!

"Hehe, there are other questions too."

Laughing twice, Fujiwara Moeha opened her mouth and said again.

"You say."

Fujiwara Chika didn't want to continue pretending.

Fine.

She admitted she liked Kitakami Yoru, okay?

"I asked brother-in-law if he likes sister!"

Fujiwara Moeha's tone was indifferent, but it was like a thunderclap on flat ground.

Fujiwara Chika, who had been quite calm just now, even had her heart pounding in chaos for a moment.

Who could refuse to know whether the person they like likes them back?

"Brother-in-law said he likes sister very much, sister is very cute, and he doesn't have a girlfriend..."

"But... brother-in-law isn't sure if sister likes him..."

Fujiwara Moeha struck while the iron was hot.

As the words fell, Fujiwara Chika seemed to sublimate, her excitement and thrill overflowing!

"Sister, I'm going to take a bath and sleep."

Fujiwara Moeha stole a laugh, still pretending!

Hmph!

"Wait, why are you holding Kitakami-san's coat?"

Fujiwara Chika asked Fujiwara Moeha, who was walking to the door, almost not noticing.

"You're stupid, sister, hide it intentionally; tomorrow when brother-in-law wakes up and doesn't find it, don't you have a reason to return the clothes and contact brother-in-law?"

Fujiwara Moeha looked back and rolled her eyes, saying this as she pulled the door and left.

"You..."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly felt that her sister was a stranger?

Also, this plan was so vicious and evil!

"Kitakami-san..."

Fujiwara Chika, who had calmed down, began to think about what Fujiwara Moeha said about Kitakami Yoru liking her.

Instinctively, Fujiwara Chika, who was good at thinking, gradually stopped believing it.

She felt Fujiwara Moeha made it up to lie to her.

Would Kitakami-san answer so directly?

He was sleeping like a dead pig...

Pursing her lips, Fujiwara Chika bent down to straighten Kitakami Yoru's body and heard the heavy breathing.

However, Kitakami Yoru didn't just have heavy breathing.

Later, Fujiwara Chika should be able to witness it and open her eyes.

She touched his forehead again, low fever.

Tearing open the cooling patch, she stuck it on his forehead.

Fujiwara Chika's hand hesitated, but she still chose to take off Kitakami Yoru's clothes.

Wipe his body and dissipate some heat.

It wasn't stripping him naked.

What was there to be afraid of?

Haven't been to a public beach?

Fujiwara Chika's small hands trembled slightly as she reached out to grab the hem of Kitakami Yoru's clothes, pulling them up gently.

"He won't wake up suddenly, will he?"

Fujiwara Chika thought while taking off his clothes.

However, she was thinking too much.

Drunken Kitakami Yoru wouldn't wake up even if she sat her butt on his face, as long as it didn't affect his breathing.

"Kitakami-san's body, his skin is so white and smooth..."

Fujiwara Chika's attention was distracted, looking at Kitakami Yoru who was almost bare-chested.

Forget it, just like this.

Rolling all the clothes up to his neck, Fujiwara Chika took a deep breath and looked at his pants.

"Time to take off his pants..."

"Where..."

After completing the psychological construction, Fujiwara Chika started to act; her soft, boneless small hands started from his feet first.

Took off his socks.

Slowly rolled up Kitakami Yoru's pant legs to just below his knees.

Then it was the key part.

Her hands first untied the elastic band of his pants, and after separating them, she pinched them with two fingers; Fujiwara Chika's face gradually turned red, and she didn't dare to look at Kitakami Yoru.

She turned to one side, moved her body far away, and muttered something in her mouth that she didn't know what it was.

Finally, Fujiwara Chika, who had exhausted her efforts, completed a task she considered extremely difficult.

Compared to doing this, she would rather run a five-kilometer run that would cost her her life.

"This is okay..."

"By the way..."

Fujiwara Chika wiped a drop of fine cold sweat that had just secreted from her forehead.

20: They're already kissing, and still lying to me

"By the way, has Kitakami-san already woken up?"

"Just now Moeha and I were talking, and I took off his clothes..."

"Now he's not opening his eyes, is he just pretending?"

Fujiwara Chika wasn't stupid; the degree of popularization of SIX in Japan, even if not the first in the world, was the second.

Even the neighboring country, which many people talk about with fear, actually knows everything clearly at the same age.

This terrible thought flashed through her mind; Fujiwara Chika immediately stopped her movements and subconsciously swallowed her saliva and stepped back.

Kitakami Yoru on the bed was sleeping very soundly, showing no abnormalities at all.

How could this be pretending?

"Kitakami... Kitakami-san?"

Fujiwara Chika tried calling out tentatively after seeing no reaction.

As the words fell, Kitakami Yoru on the bed heard nothing.

"Kitakami-san?"

"Have you woken up? Kitakami-san?"

Fujiwara Chika tried again tentatively after seeing no reaction.

Late at night.

The bright incandescent light illuminated the dim room, and the cold, biting autumn wind occasionally blew in through the cracks in the window.

"So cold!"

Fujiwara Chika focused all her attention on Kitakami Yoru; the cold wind blew, and she shivered from the pain.

"Looks like I was overthinking it... but..."

Muttering in her mouth, Fujiwara Chika boldly walked back to the bedside, her gaze lingering on a certain part of Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami-san, if you're awake, just open your eyes."

"No need to worry about being shy."

Her small hands trembled slightly as she held Kitakami Yoru's waistband, and Fujiwara Chika repeated it, still not at ease.

The sound of even breathing was as steady as ever.

"He's really asleep, like a pig."

Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief and easily pulled Kitakami Yoru's pants down to his thighs.

After finishing everything, she raised her head with a sense of accomplishment, looked at Kitakami Yoru's face, and clapped her hands gently.

The next second, her curious gaze couldn't be controlled and moved downward.

It landed on that place.

"Kitakami-san is asleep, right?"

Fujiwara Chika actually had a bold idea in her heart, incredibly curious.

Ghost-like, she bent down slowly and used her fingers to pull open Kitakami Yoru's eyelids.

In a deep sleep.

"Gulp..."

A clear swallowing sound rang out; Fujiwara Chika's pupils gradually dilated, turned white, and her neck stiffened as she turned away.

It seemed she wanted to explore the truth.

The main target was Kitakami Yoru, who was lying on her bed with no defense...

Taking a secret look, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't know.

"Kitakami-san is definitely asleep, but..."

"This shouldn't be..."

Fujiwara Chika muttered secretly in her heart, puzzled.

She didn't notice that the door, which wasn't closed, was secretly pulled open a crack.

"What is sister doing?"

Fujiwara Moeha originally wanted to come over to see the situation, sneak in, don't shoot!

As soon as she pulled the door crack open and lay at the door, she saw this scene.

"No, no... this can't be done..."

"Slap, slap... what if Kitakami-san suddenly wakes up... I'll definitely be dead!"

"What's there to look at, what's there to be curious about?"

Fujiwara Chika, who was conflicted and shy, slapped her flushed, cute face hard, and clenched her fists angrily to cheer herself up.

Taking a few deep breaths, she walked quickly toward the door.

"Bad!"

Fujiwara Moeha left on tiptoe at the first opportunity.

"Just a little bit more, I'll be back."

Hiding in the blind spot, Fujiwara Moeha quietly poked her head out to watch Fujiwara Chika's back.

Using a clean basin and the towel she used to wipe her body, Fujiwara Chika added some hot water and brought it back.

"My towel..."

The basin was placed on the floor, and Fujiwara Chika squatted down to wring out the excess hot water from the towel in her hand, which still had a bit of warmth.

"Wiping myself, then wiping Kitakami-san, it's too strange..."

Boys might not care about the towel, but girls care very much; basically, they have two.

One for wiping the face, one for wiping the body.

Folding the towel carefully into a square, Fujiwara Chika held the towel and leaned it toward Kitakami Yoru's face.

There were clean towels in the house, but it was too late, and she wanted to be quick; her body couldn't take it anymore.

"Whatever, what's there to be afraid of?"

Gritting her teeth, Fujiwara Chika gently wiped Kitakami Yoru's perfect face with the towel.

Wiping and wiping, because Fujiwara Chika was very careful and didn't want to miss any spot, she became fascinated without knowing it.

The towel in her hand had wiped every part of her body below the neck!

Now it was pressed against Kitakami Yoru's face!

"So strange..."

Not only did Fujiwara Chika feel strange in her heart, but her expression had long been like that; her legs were pressed together, and the tone of her muttering was even stranger.

Until Kitakami Yoru's face had been wiped back and forth, over and over again, several times.

The towel was cold, and she reacted.

Fortunately, Kitakami Yoru didn't wake up.

Wet it, wring it dry.

Fujiwara Chika continued to wipe the sweat off Kitakami Yoru's body.

Outside the door, Fujiwara Moeha raised her phone to record.

"When brother-in-law wakes up tomorrow, sister will definitely hide everything she did, how can that be?"

"I need to leave evidence."

After wiping the upper body, Fujiwara Chika switched to the lower body, starting from the feet.

Her movements were gentle, and her speed wasn't slow.

"Finally, it's..."

"Alright, alright..."

Helping people to the end, Fujiwara Chika closed her eyes in shyness and started wiping carefully.

She clearly didn't want to touch it, but in her mind, it was as if a devil was hypnotizing her.

Take a look, touch it, it's fine...

"No, no, no!"

Hastily speeding up, the frightened Fujiwara Chika screamed in her heart and just messed it up.

Throwing the towel into the basin, splashing water, Fujiwara Chika pulled up Kitakami Yoru's clothes and pants with a flushed face.

"Is sister not planning to continue doing something else?"

Fujiwara Moeha covered her mouth, yawned, and slipped away a step early.

Taking the basin away, Fujiwara Chika cursed herself for being shameless in her mouth; what was she thinking?

After cleaning up the mess, Fujiwara Chika yawned and returned to her room, pulling the door shut, but didn't close it.

This gave Fujiwara Moeha an opportunity.

Standing by the bed, Fujiwara Chika struggled and worried, her gaze shifting between the soft, warm big bed and the floor, which was still cold even with a carpet.

Who would sleep on the floor in the middle of the night when there's a soft big bed?

"What if Kitakami-san runs a fever in the middle of the night, and wakes up alone tomorrow... what if..."

Trying to persuade herself, Fujiwara Chika, who wanted to sleep on the bed anyway, finally chose to turn off the room's main light.

Only a warm bedside lamp was left.

"Anyway, the bed is so big, we can do whatever we want."

"We can completely not disturb each other, he's sleeping like a dead pig..."

Going around to the other side, Fujiwara Chika climbed onto her big bed on tiptoe.