Chapter 264

Kitakami Yoru didn't think much, thinking Fujiwara Chika really wanted to give him a gift.

"It's urgent."

Standing on tiptoe slightly, under the street lamp, Fujiwara Chika's pretty face was flushed, she narrowed her eyes, and kissed Kitakami Yoru's face tremblingly.

Something's wrong!

Kitakami Yoru secretly opened a slit, and the girl's scorching breath had already hit his cheek.

He was stunned!

Fujiwara Chika intended to kiss him?!

Adrenaline soared in an instant, and Kitakami Yoru steeled his heart.

He stretched out his hands, hugged Fujiwara Chika all at once, took a deep breath, and kissed her!

"Hmm?!"

Fujiwara Chika, whose ears were full of the sound of her heartbeat from nervousness, was attacked unexpectedly, and lost control of her body while opening her eyes.

Domineering, heavy like a storm...

Invading the top of her skull!

Panicked for a few seconds, Fujiwara Chika's shy instinct wanted to push Kitakami Yoru away, but her arms were like being buckled by a million-ton hydraulic robotic arm.

There was no way to break free.

Then just enjoy it.

Surprise and shyness can be surprise and shyness, or it can be pleasant surprise and shyness.

A minute later, Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and met Fujiwara Chika's dodging, shy eyes.

Breathing, Fujiwara Chika was blushing, matching her cute, shy face and eyes, and in a very ambiguous and fitting environment, she hadn't spoken yet.

"Too cute! Chika-chan!"

Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but praise, and kissed her again.

Still not satisfied.

Leaning against Fujiwara Chika, pushing her to the utility pole, feeling deep in his heart.

Kitakami Yoru's mind was completely unthinking, and his hands were moving randomly.

At first, how could Fujiwara Chika have thought that the next Kitakami Yoru would be so bad?

33: I want to be Prime Minister

The next day.

Early morning, the sky in Tokyo was still dim.

Woke up an hour earlier than usual.

Kitakami Yoru lay in the quilt, wearing only a pair of underwear, his eyes looking at the ceiling blankly, his expression complex.

Recalling what happened with Fujiwara Chika last night.

"Chika's lips are so fragrant, so soft, such a good smell."

"So great, Chika-chan."

"Wait, Fujiwara Chika?"

The entranced Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into view were Fujiwara Chika's constantly trembling eyelashes.

Caught off guard.

He had forgotten that this was Fujiwara Chika, not Eriri, whom he could bully at will!

His palm, through the thin fabric, attacked the pink butterfly.

"Chika!"

Startled, Kitakami Yoru let go of Fujiwara Chika and took a step back, wanting to pull his hand out from the inside of her thigh.

"Hmm... phew..."

Fujiwara Chika also opened her eyes, her face full of shyness, and the inside of her white, tender thighs clamped Kitakami Yoru's palm tightly.

As Kitakami Yoru exerted force, there was even a feeling of friction.

"Chika, Chika..."

Kitakami Yoru laughed awkwardly while super regretting the crazy move just now.

He tried several times, as if Fujiwara Chika's legs under her skirt contained ten thousand tons of force.

"I won't pay attention to you ever again!"

Fujiwara Chika released her legs, letting Kitakami Yoru pull his palm back, leaning against the utility pole, and said angrily.

"Chika... no... Fujiwara-san."

Kitakami Yoru was sweating profusely, at a loss.

"I hate you."

Fujiwara Chika, shy and angry, threw down a sentence, reached out to push Kitakami Yoru away, and ran into the darkness.

At this time, the driver picking her up just arrived here, shining a searchlight from dozens of meters away.

She couldn't feel any pain from the injury on her foot.

Only her lips, the two soft mounds, and the private parts inside her skirt were feeling sensations.

These parts, without exception, were all places Kitakami Yoru had bullied.

It was cold down there.

The cold wind of the late autumn night was blowing.

"Chika!"

Kitakami Yoru chased after her late, reaching out his hand anxiously and shouting.

Now, he just wanted to apologize properly.

Hearing the call of her beloved, Fujiwara Chika didn't stop at all, confirmed the license plate, and quickly pulled open the back seat and sat in.

"Miss, I'm driving."

The driver only saw a figure under the street lamp in the distance.

The high beam was too dazzling.

"Drive."

Fujiwara Chika nodded gently, fastened her seat belt, and leaned toward the window.

"Okay."

The driver didn't turn off the engine, reversed the steering wheel, and would glance at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Chika..."

"I was too impulsive just now... hmm hmm..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered in his mouth, his voice suddenly increased, complaining about himself, and he even pinched his thigh hard to show regret.

Standing under the utility pole, looking at an Audi that came to pick up Fujiwara Chika, the model could basically be determined to be an A8, and it quickly completed a U-turn.

Slowly driving away from the residential area.

"What should I do?"

Kitakami Yoru felt a chill down his spine, and what came into view was already darkness.

"I was too impulsive, impulsive..."

"Phew... this is over."

He put the index and middle fingers of both hands together, rubbing them gently on his temples.

His footsteps were empty, completely lacking the joy of having just kissed Fujiwara Chika domineeringly.

A minute ago, he was as happy as he was regretful now.

"Chika didn't necessarily want to kiss me..."

"Asking me to close my eyes, maybe she wanted to scare me; she is very likely to do that."

"Or, it was... it was..."

Tap tap tap—

The sound of footsteps falling constantly echoed in the middle-of-the-night corridor, Kitakami Yoru leaned against the wall, regardless of his hands being covered in white ash.

Relying on the dim corridor light, he walked up slowly.

"Yes, she wanted to kiss my face, and breathing out was also possible."

"But I... ah!"

On the stairwell landing, Kitakami Yoru crouched down, clutching his head, and let out a miserable cry.

"Just a kiss, it's not like it's the first time anyway."

"Chika might mind a little, but she won't be that angry."

"The main issue is my hand, my hand was wandering. She already forgave me for what I did unconsciously while drunk..."

"Just now, I did it on purpose, and the main thing was under the skirt..."

Standing up, Kitakami Yoru walked up the stairs, leaning against the wall with a look of despair.

In his mind, he recalled the complex and angry look in Fujiwara Chika's eyes when she pushed him away.

She was truly angry!

There was no faking that!

"That wasn't a joke, whew."

Exhaling, Kitakami Yoru returned home and double-locked the apartment door.

"Chika said she'd never talk to me again, could that be for real?"

"Never mind that, apologize first."

Kicking off his slippers, Kitakami Yoru walked quickly to his room, opened his phone, and entered LINE.

Although Fujiwara Chika said she wouldn't talk to him, it wouldn't have any impact on him at all...

"Chika, I am terribly sorry for my impulsiveness."

Nervously typing out the line, Kitakami Yoru muttered it to himself.

After struggling and editing the dozen or so characters several times, he finally clicked send.

It showed successfully sent!

Kitakami Yoru's expression relaxed slightly...

Thankfully, she hadn't blocked or deleted him.

In the back seat.

Fujiwara Chika left a tiny crack in the window, the night breeze blowing through her hair.

"Ding-dong—"

Her phone chimed, and Fujiwara Chika instinctively flipped her hand to check it, then stopped herself.

It was a special notification sound; not even her younger sister Fujiwara Moeha or her good friend Shinomiya Kaguya enjoyed this treatment.

Only Kitakami Yoru had it, so there was no need to look.

Not far from home, the car ride was already more than halfway over.

After leaving Kitakami Yoru, her body...

Especially that indescribably precious place, the feeling of Kitakami Yoru's intrusion not only hadn't faded, but was becoming increasingly clear.

This meant that her body's instinct acknowledged and accepted it.

And as for Fujiwara Chika, she was more or less a little angry.

Kissing was fine; she could accept that completely, and wished they could kiss every day.

But touching without permission...

If he coaxed her after touching, she could accept it, but he couldn't go too far.

What Fujiwara Chika truly couldn't accept was that...

That's right, you know what.

The wandering hands.

"I will never talk to Kitakami Yoru again."

Fujiwara Chika, with anger and shame on her mind, made up her mind because of Kitakami Yoru's boundary-crossing.

Cut off all contact!

For example, Fujiwara Chika's current emotions were like a bowl of water.

Seventy percent of it was shame, and thirty percent was anger at Kitakami Yoru!

"Ding-dong—"

"Ding-dong—"

In the shower, Kitakami Yoru was brushing his teeth, thick white foam covering the area around his mouth, but his mind was on his phone.

Several minutes passed, and Fujiwara Chika still hadn't replied?

"Gurgle, gurgle—"

After rinsing his mouth, washing his face and feet, he hugged San-San and lay back on the bed.

Kitakami Yoru, who had recently taken to sleeping in his underwear, took off his clothes and pants, waiting quietly for Fujiwara Chika's reply.

"Not talking to me?"

"Did you block me?"

Kitakami Yoru waited for ten minutes or so, and when he couldn't wait for Fujiwara Chika's reply, a wave of depression washed over him.

"San-San, I went too far."

"Sigh, I'm so envious that you're cute, every girl likes you."

"Unlike me, no one likes me, no one loves me. She should have been the only one..."

"And I let her slip away."

Near midnight, Kitakami Yoru stroked San-San's head and muttered to himself.

He waited a while longer, but there was no message.

He simply turned off his phone screen and closed his eyes to rest.

Fujiwara Chika, whom Kitakami Yoru was so concerned about, arrived at her front door at this moment.

She politely said thank you to the driver and opened the car door to get out.

"Not asleep yet?"

Fujiwara Chika held her phone with both hands and chuckled, then immediately straightened her face.

Forgive Kitakami Yoru just like that?

Impossible!

He had already committed an unforgivable sin.

"I will never talk to that big jerk, that big bad guy again!"

Watching the apology messages Kitakami Yoru kept sending, Fujiwara Chika hummed lightly as she walked home.

In her mind.

An angel, shrunk countless times, with pure white wings and a golden halo of soft light above its head, and a devil with pitch-black wings and a pair of crystal-clear curved horns protruding from its forehead, were fighting!

The angel said:

"Chika, although Kitakami-san was indeed very bad for doing that, you must not ignore him."

"Think about it, the girls at school—this is a disadvantage, but also an advantage; it confirms that Kitakami-san really likes you, likes you very much."

The devil retorted disdainfully: "As a girl, after being violated like that, you actually want to forgive the other party?"

"Don't be stupid, how much have you helped him? He dared to treat you like that, an apology is useless."

"Oh my, I'm so conflicted."

Fujiwara Chika arrived at the door, lit up her phone screen, and looked at the messages Kitakami Yoru had sent again.

She was still a little angry, but compared to just now, it had dropped by at least twenty percent.

The fierce battle between the angel and the devil came to an end along with the owner's mood.

In an instant, a dazzling holy light radiated from the angel, and the devil let out an unwilling roar, turning into a puff of ash.

"At that time, I... I wasn't the one who deliberately put my foot on Kitakami-san's face."

"And deliberately... deliberately went to take off his underwear, although I didn't succeed..."

"I'm also quite bad..."

Facing the door, Fujiwara Chika began to make excuses for Kitakami Yoru, counting her own sins one by one.

"And, poking with my finger... also... I was wrong too... ah!"

With a shy cry, Fujiwara Chika closed her eyes.

Hmph.