Chapter 269

Kitakami Yoru kept a shallow smile on his handsome face, slowly, deliberately letting Fujiwara Chika see clearly, having time to react to his actions.

His hands didn't stop kneading her fragrant shoulders, and he leaned in tightly.

Fujiwara Chika continued to move her butt, sitting far away, leaning against the pillar.

His hand was in the air, Kitakami Yoru was stunned for a moment, then shamelessly continued to lean over.

Constantly calling Fujiwara Chika in an intimate and gentle tone:

"Chika, Chika."

"Oh my, what to do, I'm so shy."

"Kitakami-san, how could he..."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come to the rendezvous, staying in the student council would have been fine."

"Woo woo... ugh..."

Fujiwara Chika's mood was extremely pleasant, but it was that kind of emotion where she was happy but couldn't vent it, acting strangely on her body.

"Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru slowly reached out his hand and tilted his head to look at Fujiwara Chika's face.

"Don't knead, you touch my shoulder, and it makes me think of that feeling again."

"You bully, why are you so skilled?"

Fujiwara Chika gently slapped away Kitakami Yoru's hand and said with a flushed, pink face.

"Skilled?"

"I even gave my first kiss to Chika-chan, it's a natural reaction, right?" Kitakami Yoru replied without blushing or panting.

"You you... what first kiss..."

"You must be lying to me, no first kiss dares to boldly kiss me, and touch me here and there."

Fujiwara Chika's face became more and more flushed, like a ripe fairy peach.

Waiting for the owner of the golden cudgel that can grow and shrink to come and pick it.

"Chika-chan, think about my image during the summer vacation, and how long has it been since school started."

Kitakami Yoru helplessly put his hands on his hips and looked into the distance.

Let Fujiwara Chika think slowly.

"But saying this, will it be unfair to Chika?"

"My first kiss, Eriri, pfft, no no..."

Fujiwara Chika looked Kitakami Yoru up and down, and began to ponder.

Hearing Kitakami Yoru say this, it makes so much sense.

"But I'm not concerned about the first kiss, at least not the most concerned."

Fujiwara Chika reached out and patted Kitakami Yoru's shoulder.

"So any request Chika wants to make to me is fine."

Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile.

"Any?"

"Request?"

The devil instantly condensed and expanded, filling Fujiwara Chika's pure heart.

Heh heh.

Threaten Kitakami Yoru, fiercely blackmail and threaten him, to be her boyfriend.

This is also too bad.

"Anything I can satisfy and agree to, I can do."

The more Kitakami Yoru said, the less bottom he had in his heart.

What could Fujiwara Chika be missing?

"Tell me honestly, have you lied to other girls, your hands are so skilled at touching here and there?"

Fujiwara Chika's little hands were held together, placed flat on her thighs, and she turned to face Kitakami Yoru to ask.

Her gaze was burning.

"No, I guarantee no, I've only been this intimate with you, Chika, I haven't kissed anyone else."

Kitakami Yoru replied calmly.

Strictly speaking, he didn't lie.

Eriri doesn't count.

Except for that stupid blonde Eriri, he hadn't kissed anyone else.

Besides, Eriri is a cute puppy, and doesn't count as a person.

"Forget it, I forgive you."

Fujiwara Chika stared at Kitakami Yoru's eyes, desperately widening her eyes, and looked for several seconds.

The smile on her lips exploded, and she let out a slight giggle, kicking Kitakami Yoru with her foot.

"By the way, you weren't kidding just now? Struggling whether to kneel down, lick... lick my..."

"Ah?"

Saying this, Fujiwara Chika, in order to cover up this shyness, deliberately kicked Kitakami Yoru's foot again to vent.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that, if Chika is willing, I can do this every day."

Kitakami Yoru pursed his lips slightly, his expression carrying a mocking meaning.

"Chika is so simple, about the same as Nanami, maybe Nanami would be the same as her?"

"Completely unaware that there is a pervert like me in the world."

"Mm.. Gabril is also..."

"Don't, you go die, it's too disgusting."

Fujiwara Chika laughed and hit Kitakami Yoru.

The sound of playing echoed around the small pavilion.

Usually it's quiet here, remote, almost no one would come over.

"Someone is here?"

Kato Megumi finished lunch, came out to buy a bottle of water, and planned to come here for a walk with a depressed mood.

From afar, the trees were casting shadows, and she heard the sound of playing.

"Fine, fine, I didn't mean it, I've apologized so many times, can you forgive me?"

Kitakami Yoru spread his hands, asking for mercy helplessly.

"Barely, I'll forgive you."

Fujiwara Chika kicked Kitakami Yoru and hummed lightly.

"Kitakami-san, with another girl?"

The laughter made during playing, people wouldn't deliberately control it.

Kato Megumi went blank, her heart gave a fierce tug, sour.

Because she had long regarded the small pavilion as a private space to be alone with Kitakami Yoru.

The kind of secret place that belonged only to herself and Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami-san brought a girl here..."

"And they are playing around..."

Kato Megumi puffed up her cheeks in anger, her footsteps hesitant, not daring to walk over to see.

After struggling with her expression, Kato Megumi didn't turn back as if accepting her fate, but clenched her small, defiant fists and walked back indignantly.

So what?

She was the first one to come, and she knew Kitakami Yoru the earliest.

"Chika-chan, you are so cute..."

Kitakami Yoru suddenly stopped, the light in his eyes staring straight at Fujiwara Chika's beautiful eyes.

In an instant, the giggling Fujiwara Chika was like being frozen, stunned by shyness.

"Chika-chan, do you not like me at all?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled gently, and both hands reached for Fujiwara Chika's shoulders, gently supporting her.

Shivering!

Fujiwara Chika's body was shivering, and it wasn't just that.

Since they sat together, how long had Fujiwara Chika kept that flushed face?

Kitakami Yoru wasn't blind, nor was he a fool.

This Fujiwara Chika, who hated him and wouldn't pay attention to him for a long time, why would she stay with him?

She would have long since given him a cold look and left after scolding him.

Even, it would be easy to use her connections to kill him.

"Wuwu..."

Strong and thick hormones kept drilling into Fujiwara Chika's nasal cavity and brain, and she made meaningless whimpering sounds in her mouth uncontrollably.

Simply put.

She should be in heat.

Kitakami Yoru's scent was the purest vitamin C medicine for girls.

"Chika-chan..."

All words were in it.

With inquiry, with ingratiation...

"Hmm..."

The countless messy thoughts in Fujiwara Chika's mind disappeared instantly.

Run away? Absolutely not.

Throw them all away.

Instead, she recalled the previous two times.

"Love you."

Kitakami Yoru didn't know why, but he blurted out this sentence before kissing her.

As their lips met, he suddenly discovered something wrong.

"I didn't mean to say this?!"

"Ah? Forget it, whatever!"

"Whether I say it or not, it doesn't matter..."

But it made Fujiwara Chika feel even sweeter.

He heard that French people like girlfriends older than themselves; Kitakami Yoru wasn't sure about that.

Because everyone said that the French leader Macron set a very good example.

But a French kiss is truly good.

"Phew... phew..."

Fujiwara Chika, who had poor lung capacity, opened her eyes in a daze, her forehead and cheeks hot.

Someone who didn't know would touch her and think she had a high fever.

However...

It was about the same.

She was indeed...

"Chika, does it feel good..."

Kitakami Yoru was also very surprised; the object of his first formal kiss was Fujiwara Chika!

Fujiwara Chika, this top-tier wealthy young lady!

Yesterday, she was still angry and said she wouldn't pay attention to him.

"Hmm, it feels quite good..."

Fujiwara Chika's palms were sweating a lot, she nodded blankly, and she had almost melted away.

"Continue?"

Kitakami Yoru licked his lips quickly, still feeling it wasn't enough.

"You... you close your eyes."

The shy young girl only had the person she liked in her eyes at this moment.

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru felt like closing his eyes.

Yesterday.

Fujiwara Chika asked Kitakami Yoru to close his eyes, intending to secretly kiss him.

Kiss his face, a dragonfly-touching-the-water kiss would be fine.

Who knew Kitakami Yoru wouldn't listen, opened his eyes in the process, and was domineering.

"I'm coming... ha..."

Trembling words floated out from her pink, fragrant lips, and Fujiwara Chika took a deep breath to build up her courage.

Love permeated.

Fujiwara Chika's hands hooked tightly around Kitakami Yoru's neck, for fear that he would run away.

As for Kitakami Yoru's hands, he restrained himself from moving randomly, inserting them into her pink hair to hold her small head.

Two minutes later...

This time, the duration was a little shorter.

"Phew... so tired..."

Fujiwara Chika really couldn't hold it, let go of Kitakami and backed away, breathing heavily.

Kitakami Yoru was quiet and didn't speak, but his palms were trembling with nowhere to rest, and the excitement in his eyes was beyond words.

The air was quiet for a few more minutes.

Fujiwara Chika screamed, covered her face, and turned away.

What's going on?

What just happened?

"Chika, how do you feel?"

Kitakami Yoru took the initiative to use his hands to tidy up Fujiwara Chika's hair.

"Don't know, don't know..."

Fujiwara Chika reached out to block him.

Where was the courage to let Kitakami Yoru close his eyes?

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"Chika-chan? *Cough cough*..."

Kitakami Yoru called Fujiwara Chika's name gently, showing intimacy.

His hands were nervously clutching his pants, pulling out wrinkles.

"What?"

"We've kissed twice, are you satisfied now?"

Fujiwara Chika turned around with a cute face that was even more rosy than before and said.

If Kitakami Yoru wasn't the person involved, he would definitely tell Fujiwara Chika to go look in the mirror and go to the hospital for an emergency visit immediately.

It was too red to be a normal person.

"Chika, you take out your phone and look at your face, it's super red."

Kitakami Yoru coldly changed the words he was hesitant to say into a reminder.

"What's wrong?"

Fujiwara Chika could feel her face burning.

But hearing Kitakami Yoru say this, she quickly went to dig into her pocket to get her phone.

In her anxiety, she searched in her pocket for a while, and her eyes widened suddenly.

"Where did my phone go?"

Fujiwara Chika stood up, looking around in surprise, thinking she had dropped her phone nearby.

"Did you lose it?"