Chapter 275

Elders, after all...

Basically just like to ask certain questions.

"I'm sorry, it was Auntie who spoke out of turn."

Seeing that Kitakami Yoru didn't answer, Yuigahama Kaho waved her hand in embarrassment to apologize.

"No, no... I don't have anyone I'm seeing."

Kitakami Yoru forced a grin and turned his head to respond with a smile.

Yuigahama Kaho's expression was slightly surprised.

Single, he actually doesn't have anyone?

Even though he looks like this, if she were twenty years younger, she might have chosen to date Kitakami Yoru herself.

"Kitakami-kun doesn't need to lie to an old auntie like me."

Yuigahama Kaho didn't doubt him, and being tactful, she didn't pry further.

Ten minutes or so passed.

Kitakami Yoru flushed a basin of water, which flowed out smoothly through the pipes.

"Alright, alright, thank you, Kitakami-kun."

"Let Auntie handle the finishing touches."

Yuigahama Kaho said, gently patting Kitakami Yoru on the shoulder.

Kitakami Yoru instantly got goosebumps all over his back.

Fortunately, Yuigahama Kaho then stood up and didn't notice him.

"Then I'll... rest for a while."

Kitakami Yoru stood up with stiff movements.

41: Kasumigaoka's Sexy Photo Shoot

"Go ahead and rest."

Yuigahama Kaho replied with a smile.

Kitakami Yoru washed his hands clean, rolled down his sleeves, and went back to get his school bag.

Picking a chair to sit on, he boredly examined the interior environment of the café.

From time to time, he would stand up and look around here and there.

He even walked over to the manga corner, flipping through things to check them out.

"Love Metronome"

Kitakami Yoru glanced over the cover, not looking at it seriously, and flipped to a random page.

When he reads light novels, he has a habit of checking the table of contents.

Basically, he would use the table of contents to understand the general content of the light novel to see if it was worth reading.

"Is this a slice-of-life pure romance type?"

"Still a tame story, forget it."

Flipping through it sparsely, Kitakami Yoru boredly put it back on the bookshelf.

A fleeting glimpse.

Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The next second, he took it out from the bookshelf again, checking the author's signature as if to confirm.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

Kitakami Yoru read Kasumigaoka Utaha's name aloud, turning it over and over as he began to doubt.

"Could this be a light novel written by Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

"This name is too similar..."

Upon learning that the light novel in his hand was very likely written by Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitakami Yoru didn't feel any excitement.

With a curious expression, he put it back in.

"It really might be written by Kasumigaoka Utaha, selling five hundred thousand copies."

"No wonder the house she lives in is so ordinary, yet she could come up with such a large sum of money."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head with a faint smile.

What a surprise.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is even more outstanding than he realized.

But that personality of hers...

Tch...

Wandering around, Kitakami Yoru looked toward Yuigahama Kaho.

It would probably take a while longer.

He continued to stroll aimlessly.

Very quickly.

He was attracted by a bright light.

In a spot in a secluded corner, there was an iPhone with its screen still on under a two-seater sofa.

Kitakami Yoru also likes to set his screen sleep time to "never."

"It's not locked."

Hurriedly bending down, Kitakami Yoru picked up the iPhone and checked it front and back.

It looked brand new.

It was wearing a white transparent phone case.

"Whose phone is this?"

Kitakami Yoru looked back at the busy Yuigahama Kaho, then looked up at the security camera.

It seems...

It's the viewing angle.

"The owner of the phone must be very anxious; let me see if I can contact them."

With good intentions, Kitakami Yoru tapped on the call history.

He figured that if the owner discovered their phone was lost, they might call it several times.

By checking the missed call record, he could just call back.

"None?"

"Let me check the contacts."

Kitakami Yoru tapped on the contacts without hesitation.

"Dad... Mom..."

"Zaimokuza Yoshiteru... Machida-san..."

There weren't many contacts, and Kitakami Yoru scanned them one by one.

"It's a classmate from school; should I call her 'sister'?"

Thinking that young people are easier to talk to, Kitakami Yoru pondered and tapped on the note for Machida-san.

It seems the owner of the phone is a girl with the surname Machida, right?

"Most likely, yes?"

After considering it, he didn't call immediately.

Perhaps if he waited a while, the owner would call the phone?

"Right, there's also LINE."

Kitakami Yoru remembered this point, went back to the home screen, and found LINE.

There were no mobile games, but there were some apps commonly used by girls, so it was basically certain that a girl had lost it.

Entering LINE, the message interface was empty.

Switching to the friends tab, Kitakami Yoru had no intention of prying into anyone's privacy.

Instead, he deliberately tried to avoid it.

It was basically the same as the contacts saved in the phone.

"This girl must be a wallflower at school."

“Right, let me check the photo album!”

A flash of inspiration struck Kitakami Yoru, remembering that high school girls generally love taking selfies.

So, he opened the photo album.

Meanwhile.

Kasumigaoka Utaha returned home and turned on the lights, intending to pull out her phone to scroll through some short videos and relax.

She searched high and low, even feeling like she could dig up the entire courtyard outside, only to discover her phone was missing!

She hurriedly fished out her spare phone and nervously pressed the power button.

“I hope there’s still power, and that no one else picked it up.”

“It must have been left at the café; I forgot to grab it when I left.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha, filled with frantic regret, saw her spare phone successfully turn on, with about 30 percent battery remaining.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In this day and age, whether it’s young boys and girls or middle-aged corporate slaves.

Everyone is inseparable from their phones, which have already evolved into a necessity.

Losing a phone isn't considered a big deal.

Kasumigaoka Utaha hadn't stored any important data on it either.

But it did contain one photo of herself, taken not long ago to please herself, wearing sexy lingerie.

In Japan, a "portrait" means a photograph.

If...

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes, her facial expression twitching, unable to stop herself from letting her imagination run wild.

If the person who found the phone happens to...

“I...”

Covering her face, Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered to herself, calling herself an idiot.

How could she have lost her phone?

“I should just make a call.”

Taking a deep breath, she entered her phone number, Kasumigaoka Utaha so tense that her toes curled, pressing against the edge of the nightstand.

High-end black pantyhose, reinforced at the tips, encased a pair of beautiful feet painted with blue-green nail polish, emitting an incredibly alluring and mysterious fragrance.

“Beep, beep, beep...”

The sound of waiting came from the phone; Kasumigaoka Utaha looked boredly at her own feet, wondering why Aki Tomoya didn't appear in her mind.

Instead, it was Kitakami Yoru.

“Heh, so there really are people who get turned on by a high school girl’s black-stockinged feet after being cooped up in shoes all day...”

“It’s actually Kasumigaoka Utaha, this photo of hers...”

Having just seen Kasumigaoka Utaha’s sexy private portrait, Kitakami Yoru hadn't even had time to react.

His eyes widened slightly as an incoming call interrupted his thoughts.

Kitakami Yoru already knew the owner of the lost phone was Kasumigaoka Utaha and chose to answer the call.

“Hello, excuse me, did you find my phone?”

Having it answered immediately, Kasumigaoka Utaha, somewhat surprised and delighted, pulled her long, full, beautiful legs back to sit cross-legged.

“It’s me, can you tell?”

Kitakami Yoru wore a faint smile, seeing Yuigahama Kaori finish up and going over to retrieve his school bag.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Kitakami-kun.”

Yuigahama Kaori said with a smile as she finished packing up and walked over.

“Yes, I found a phone, and I happen to know the owner.”

Kitakami Yoru gestured to the Apple phone held to his ear.

“Kitakami Yoru, why is it you?!”

The familiar voice reached Kasumigaoka Utaha’s ears, and she shouted out in direct surprise.

Yuigahama Kaori nodded gently, letting Kitakami Yoru follow her outside.

Closing the café door, the sky outside was pitch black.

“It’s so late already, I’m truly sorry, Kitakami-kun.”

Facing the night, Yuigahama Kaori took a set of car keys from her bag and said to Kitakami Yoru, who was on the phone beside her.

Walking behind classmate Yuigahama Yui’s mother, Kitakami Yoru didn't dare look at that perfect, exquisite figure.

“The car is parked a bit far away, sorry about that.”

“We need to walk for a bit.”

Yuigahama Kaori turned back to remind him.

Kitakami Yoru nodded politely and replied to Kasumigaoka Utaha: “Surprised that I’m the one who found your phone?”

“Where are you now? At the café?” Kasumigaoka Utaha relaxed slightly.

At least Kitakami Yoru could barely count as an acquaintance.

“No, the café just closed for the night,” Kitakami Yoru said indifferently.

“Then can you bring the phone to my house?”

With the phone in the other person's hands, Kasumigaoka Utaha’s tone and posture softened significantly.

“I can bring it to you tomorrow.”

Kitakami Yoru flatly refused.

At this hour, traveling all the way to return the phone to Kasumigaoka Utaha—was he sick or something?

Or was there a reward?

For example... *ahem*...

“Why? I can pay you a reward.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled back onto the bed and did a somersault, completely lacking the noble, cold, and glamorous demeanor she usually displayed to outsiders.

These self-righteous girls, each one more contradictory than the last.

“I’m not short on that little bit of money of yours, okay?”

Kitakami Yoru saw Yuigahama Kaori press her car keys, and in the distance, the lights of a compact white Suzuki flashed.

“Won’t it be too cramped driving a car like that?”

Muttering to himself, Kitakami Yoru turned his attention back to the call with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“I said I’d bring it to you tomorrow; I don’t have time today, or you can come get it yourself.”

Kitakami Yoru quickened his pace to keep up with Yuigahama Kaori.

“Can you call a courier or take a taxi and send my phone over empty?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of another way.

This method carried a certain risk of losing the phone.

And it wasn't reassuring enough.

“Given your attitude toward me, I am very dissatisfied.”

“Either I bring it to you tomorrow, or you come get it yourself; forget about anything else.”

Kitakami Yoru actually didn't have any boring intention of deliberately making things difficult for Kasumigaoka Utaha.

He was just lazy.

Too lazy to download and register for various facial recognition apps just to place an order to send the phone back to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“You? What would it hurt to help me out a little?”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t...”

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled on the bed, a flash of impatience in her eyes, which she immediately cut short.

“That’s it then; call me when you’ve made up your mind. I’m going to sleep by eleven at the latest.”

Kitakami Yoru gave Yuigahama Kaori an apologetic smile and chose to sit in the passenger seat.

Turning on the high beams, Yuigahama Kaori’s full chest almost touched the small steering wheel as she began to reverse.

Kitakami Yoru gave his home address.