Chapter 274

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around and said indifferently.

Walking past this commercial street, turning into a covered bridge park, and arriving at a residential area.

Connecting to the roadside.

Very ordinary, looking relatively new from the exterior, a group of houses that aren't very old.

"You live here?"

Kitakami Yoru let out a sound of doubt; compared to his own home, Kasumigaoka Utaha's home was far inferior.

Opening her mouth and asking for ten million, where did that money come from?

"Does where I live have anything to do with you?"

"Are you very happy to know where I live?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha took out the key to the small courtyard and opened the gate.

Inside was a very small garden with a parking space, a concrete base, and a three-story detached house.

"Where should I put the flowers?"

Kitakami Yoru was truly exhausted.

"Put them at the entrance, and leave once you've put them down."

Kasumigaoka Utaha led Kitakami Yoru inside.

The interior was very ordinary; Kitakami Yoru didn't even want to look.

Placing the four pots of fresh flowers in his hands in front of the door, Kitakami Yoru let out a long sigh, watching Kasumigaoka Utaha open the front door.

"I've put the flowers down for you."

Kitakami Yoru didn't want to stay for even a moment longer.

"Don't you go spouting off my home address."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said, looking back after opening the door.

"I'm not a big-mouthed person, heh..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't want to communicate with the beautiful girl in front of him at all.

Her personality was eccentric and she was black-bellied.

"Hmm..."

Kitakami Yoru left immediately, walked to the courtyard gate, and began to ponder.

"That... uh..."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, I admit that I spoke a bit loudly outside just now because there were many people; can I change my mind now?"

After thinking it through, Kitakami Yoru turned back to look at Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was taking off her shoes in the entryway.

"Say that again?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up and turned back, her wine-red beautiful eyes narrowing.

"I want to lick..."

Kitakami Yoru really wanted to; why not lick?

"Get lost, you disgusting pervert."

Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha was so angry that she grabbed a small black leather shoe she had just taken off, making a gesture to throw it at Kitakami Yoru.

"King of keyboard warriors, only good at talking big; why don't you really try it?"

Kitakami Yoru had anticipated this and mocked her back.

Sigh, why is there a bit of disappointment?

Wanting to lick was real, and he also knew that Kasumigaoka Utaha was intentionally humiliating him like this.

"Does it have anything to do with you, you dead virgin?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha dropped the shoe in her hand and grabbed the doorknob.

"If you won't let me lick, I'm leaving."

Kitakami Yoru shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Fine, you kneel down, learn to bark like a dog and crawl over, and I'll let you lick to your heart's content."

A faint cold sneer and slight anger hung on the corners of Kasumigaoka Utaha's mouth.

"Then forget it."

At most, Kitakami Yoru could accept sitting on the ground and letting the other party gently step on his face or something.

That would be a bit more romantic.

However, this "learning to bark like a dog" is strangely familiar, isn't it?

"All lust, no guts, you disgusting perverted virgin."

Kasumigaoka Utaha kept holding the doorknob, waiting for Kitakami Yoru to crawl over; once he finished barking like a dog, she would immediately close the door!

"Stinky slut."

Kitakami Yoru cursed back, and he also said to himself that he wasn't a virgin; Eriri could prove it.

"What slut?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't understand the specific meaning of this new vocabulary; she knew it was a bad word, but her expression was puzzled.

Returning to the flower shop, Kitakami Yoru got into his mother Kitakami Megumi's Alphard to go home.

The family of three finished dinner.

Kitakami Yoru stayed for over two hours and didn't take the train back to the apartment until eight in the evening.

After returning to the apartment, he finished simple homework, reviewed, and started exercising.

He played with San-San for a while and went to sleep on time.

The next day, before he knew it, it was Thursday.

Morning.

Kitakami Yoru got up to exercise and observed his physique in the shower while washing his body.

Very good, there wasn't a trace of fat on his lower abdomen, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion.

He felt his abdominal muscles bulge when he tensed them, becoming a tiny bit more obvious.

"It should be an illusion, right?"

Kitakami Yoru muttered as he went out.

Weight loss and muscle gain, like everything else, are calculated in units of years.

For someone with good talent, after training for half a year with a well-arranged diet, it would be good if their arm circumference reached around 34.

Abdominal muscles depend on body fat; if body fat is low, they are there, and diligent practice can make them more perfect.

In just a few short days, even a ten-fold return wouldn't work.

Eating breakfast and making lunch, Kitakami Yoru took the car to school with Gabriel as usual.

They parted ways at the school gate of Xiuzhiyuan.

"Yo, I rarely see you at this time."

Yukinoshita Yukino discovered that Kitakami Yoru had seen her first, so she couldn't pretend not to see him and had to greet him.

"Indeed, I came relatively early today."

Kitakami Yoru touched his hair; he didn't know what had gotten into Gabriel today, as she had come to knock on his door to go to school much earlier than usual.

After a simple greeting, Kitakami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino walked to the teaching building together, keeping a distance of thirty to forty centimeters from each other.

At this moment.

Outside the balcony of the teaching building, Eriri was boredly leaning against the door, looking at the scenery inside Xiuzhiyuan.

Several members of the Art Club were chattering nearby.

Because Eriri usually appeared very cold and aloof, whether it was during breaks between classes or during the lunch break, she would stay in the classroom by herself.

It was rare to see her like this.

"By the way, Eriri-san, the painting work for next week is about to start, and you haven't come to the club for a long time..." the long-haired girl looked at Eriri and said.

"Uh... I haven't been feeling well lately, as you know."

Eriri found an excuse for herself that wouldn't make people suspicious and replied while blankly looking at the scenery.

Everyone was a girl, so they all understood.

"And also, we invited Kitakami Yoru-san to be our model for two weeks."

The long-haired girl said again, looking a bit excited.