Chapter 276

“An apartment?”

Yuigahama Kaori opened the navigation.

“Yeah, I live alone.”

Kitakami Yoru nodded, then asked curiously: “That... Manager Yuigahama, how come I’ve never seen Mr. Yuigahama?”

“Mr. Yuigahama, my husband?”

Yuigahama Kaori gently pressed the accelerator.

A beautiful woman in her forties must have good driving skills.

*Smile...*

“We’ve been divorced for almost twenty years.”

Smiling easily, Yuigahama Kaori answered as if it were normal, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Is? Is that so?”

“In other words, you’re single, ma’am?”

Kitakami Yoru subconsciously swallowed.

No way?

Does Yuigahama Yui’s dad have something wrong with his brain?

“Hehehe...”

“Kitakami-kun, calling me ‘ma’am’ makes me feel old.”

Yuigahama Kaori laughed happily and turned to look at Kitakami Yoru.

“Then what should I call you?”

Kitakami Yoru’s heart was beating so fast.

It smelled so good in the car...

The night grew thick as ink.

“What do you think?”

Yuigahama Kaori made a turn.

“Gulp... gulp...”

Kitakami Yoru swallowed nervously.

Can’t call her ‘ma’am’?

Should he call her ‘big sister’ instead?

“Classmate Yuigahama should be older than me, right?”

A fine cold sweat broke out on his back, and Kitakami Yoru secretly admired his classmate’s beautiful mother in the driver’s seat like a thief.

She was concentrating on driving.

“Big... big sister?”

“Onee-san?”

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Kitakami Yoru tentatively tilted his head to look and said.

“Hmm.”

Yuigahama Kaori’s expression reacted slightly.

Her eyebrows raised!

Kitakami Yoru was old enough to be her son, and he was calling her ‘big sister’.

It was just too...

“Too shameful...”

“If others found out...”

“I was just joking, Kitakami-kun...”

“If you call me ‘big sister’, what should I do?”

Yuigahama Kaori’s delicate hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the car’s speed slowed down.

Shameful as it was, it didn't affect the pleasure it brought in the slightest.

“The title of ‘big sister’...”

“You can only call me that when no one is around...”

Pouting her fragrant lips, the lady had no idea how much temptation her mature self held for a young boy.

The small Suzuki driving on the wide road seemed to have fallen into a long river where time flowed slowly.

Both Kitakami Yoru and Yuigahama Kaori felt awkward, and from then on, they remained silent.

Even speaking felt like a sin.

Kitakami Yoru didn't live far, so it didn't take long.

“Then... big sister, see you another day?”

Opening the car door, Kitakami Yoru looked nervously at Yuigahama Kaori and said, feeling inexplicably secretly thrilled.

Calling such a mature, beautiful woman, who was also classmate Yuigahama Yui’s mother, ‘big sister’.

It felt great!

“I am definitely a pervert.”

Muttering a curse to himself, Kitakami Yoru closed the car door and walked quickly back to his apartment.

His figure disappeared into the night, and the apartment hallway lights were on.

Sitting in the car, Yuigahama Kaori’s beautiful, delicate face flushed slightly, revealing a rare, faint shyness.

“Should I really treat Kitakami-kun like a little brother from now on?”

“The age gap is a little too big...”

“If Yui found out, would I still have the face to be a mother?”

“Fortunately, Yui doesn’t like Kitakami-kun, otherwise it would definitely be a mess later.”

After staying in the car for a long time to calm her mood, Yuigahama Kaori finally started the car and left.

What if...

What if Yuigahama Yui discovered something unusual when she got home? How would she explain it?

Back home.

Kitakami Yoru took off his shoes, walked straight to the shower room, turned on the heater, and rubbed his hungry stomach.

“Meow meow...”

Sansan walked to Kitakami Yoru’s feet, rubbing against him while meowing coquettishly.

“Sorry, I came back a little late today.”

“I’ll open a can of cat food for you.”

Kitakami Yoru smiled, squatted down, and scooped up Sansan.

Meanwhile.

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s ringtone rang again from inside the school bag.

Carrying Sansan to the bedroom, Kitakami Yoru pulled open the bag, took out the phone, and answered.

“I’m coming over to get it now, don’t mess with my phone.”

As soon as he answered, Kasumigaoka Utaha’s busy voice came from the other side.

“Are you afraid I’ll see the sexy portrait in your photo album?”

Kitakami Yoru asked back.

As the words fell, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had just finished charging her spare phone and was determined to go over, felt her wine-red eyes shrink.

“Are you afraid I’ll use it to threaten you?”

Receiving no response, Kitakami Yoru continued to ask calmly.

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“I won’t threaten you.”

The next moment, Kitakami Yoru added.

Otherwise, Kasumigaoka Utaha would definitely think he was a perverted sex offender.

“Speaking of which, haven’t I been secretly scolded by her behind my back quite a bit?”

Muttering to himself, Kitakami Yoru waited quietly for a reply.

“You’re invading my privacy?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s eyes widened, her breathing shallow.

“When I found the phone, I didn’t think to check your privacy.”

“Checking the photos was to figure out what the owner looked like; at first, I didn’t know it was your phone.”

Kitakami Yoru explained while carrying Sansan to the kitchen.

“Fine, what’s your home address?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt suddenly exhausted; she really didn’t want to move.

Kitakami Yoru opened the small cupboard, took out a can of cat food, and gave his home address.

“Wait for me, I’m coming over now.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up her shoes and quickly put them on.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you.”

“Also... please help me buy some fruit and a bento on your way here; a convenience store is fine.”

“Something fresh.”

Kitakami Yoru nodded and said.

At this time of day, he was too lazy to cook for himself.

“Sure... that’s no problem.”

With the phone in Kitakami Yoru’s hands, as long as it wasn’t an excessive request, Kasumigaoka Utaha could agree to it.

He hung up the phone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha squeezed the spare phone with her small hand, her tone filled with faint complaints and annoyance: “It’s not like I’m unwilling to pay a reward or compensation, why did I have to come over in person?”

“This Kitakami Yoru, late at night, and he even makes me help buy a bento.”

“Could he be planning something?”

Putting on her shoes, Kasumigaoka Utaha shouldered her small bag and looked back at the empty house.

Loneliness filled her fragile heart.

Turning off the lights, locking the door, and leaving.

Choosing to go to Kitakami Yoru’s house at night to get the phone, Kasumigaoka Utaha had gone through careful consideration.

Public safety in Japan was relatively decent.

But for the past few months, she had been incessantly harassed by a perverted stalker.

This led Kasumigaoka Utaha to be very resistant to going out, feeling extremely insecure.

Especially at night, when you couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face.

Fear stems from the unknown.

The temperature was also low.

Unless necessary, she would absolutely never go out alone.

Without her phone, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt this was a necessary matter, continuing to complain and blame herself as she walked:

“My phone and the photo...”

“Ah...”

“Why didn’t I delete that photo at the time?”

Imagine this.

If you lost your phone and a friend found it.

Would you choose to go to your friend’s house immediately to get it back, or wait until school the next day?

Under the pitch-black night, Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled her coat tight against the cold.

She walked into the convenience store next to the station and picked up a shopping basket.

“He didn’t say what to buy?”

“I’ll just pick some things; he wouldn’t make me pay, would he?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha had no intention of choosing carefully; relying solely on her own eye and taste, the basket was full in no time.

After paying, she carried a large bag to catch the train.

Casually brushing off a boy who came to chat in the same carriage, she boredly scrolled through her phone.

A few minutes later, she turned it off in frustration, holding her forehead and beginning to worry.

That damn sexy portrait photo.

Kitakami Yoru had seen it.

She wasn’t afraid of the threat Kitakami Yoru mentioned.

Sexy is sexy.

But the parts that should be conservative weren’t exposed at all.

Have you ever seen the beach?

That’s the level of exposure.

At most, it was R16 cosplay level.

That’s fine, that’s fine.

“He can’t threaten me, but if it gets posted, it will disgust me to death.”

Thinking of this, Kasumigaoka Utaha began to be glad that Kitakami Yoru at least wouldn’t do that.

If it were someone else, another boy, he might be secretly licking the screen under his covers right now.

Or sharing it with friends to show off, discussing it lecherously.

About forty minutes later.

Kasumigaoka Utaha arrived at the last stop and called Kitakami Yoru.

“I’m here, send me your location.”

Not long after, Kitakami Yoru sent the location via text message.

“Sansan, is it good?”

After sending it successfully, Kitakami Yoru was actually hungry enough to feel his stomach sticking to his back, asking while petting Sansan.

Hmm...

It had been a long time since he’d washed it.

“He lives in an apartment?”

“What about that flower shop?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed the location information, using a flashlight to enhance the lighting, and headed toward the residential area.

Kitakami Yoru lives in an apartment?

Before long.

Stopping under an apartment building, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked around and felt a inexplicable sense of fear.

Confirming the house number twice, she knocked lightly on the door.

“It’s here...”

Kitakami Yoru stood up holding Sansan and walked over quickly.

His stomach was growling with hunger.

When the door opened, Kasumigaoka Utaha, wearing her Suiran Academy uniform skirt, appeared before his eyes.

“Here, I bought a lot of the bento and fruit you wanted.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha said, putting down the shopping bag; she didn’t want even the slightest physical contact with Kitakami Yoru.

“So much? How much was it?”

Kitakami Yoru held Sansan with one hand and opened the door with the other.

At this moment, she noticed Sansan in Kitakami Yoru’s arms.

A round, black, furry cat.

“Meow meow... meow...”

What bad intentions could a cat have?

Sansan only knew that every time someone came over, it had a high probability of getting a cat food reward.

It could smell that it wasn’t Yukinoshita Yukino, but Sansan knew that acting cute was never wrong.