Chapter 281

"What is going on here?"

Sitting on Kitakami Yoru's abdomen, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked around with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.

Subsequently, she began to observe her own situation.

She didn't even feel any pain!

This seemed... a bit strange.

"Hmm... huff..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, having stopped, finally gave Kitakami Yoru a chance to rest.

He gritted his teeth, pushed his waist up with force, and stepped on the sofa to shove his body up a notch.

Pushing against himself, he got rid of the foot Kasumigaoka Utaha had been stepping on his face with, revealing his face.

Managing to open his eyes with great difficulty, the black-silk-clad foot with reinforced toes, adorned with cyan nail polish, was right by his mouth.

He only needed to lower his head slightly to open his mouth and swallow it.

"Huff, huff..."

Kitakami Yoru had a look of utter hopelessness; he wasn't in the mood for that now, having nearly been trampled to death.

From now on, he wouldn't dare let his mind wander again.

"Kitakami Yoru, what is going on here?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression was weary, but her gaze was extremely sharp.

An interrogation, or perhaps "torture" would be a more fitting term.

"I... *cough, cough*... I was just joking to scare you."

Kitakami Yoru replied while coughing.

Come to think of it.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's butt was just too...

The elasticity was astonishing; it had nearly crushed him to death.

No...

He couldn't control it.

45: I admit I was wrong

"Say that again?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart rose and fell, and she asked again as if to confirm.

"What do you want me to say?"

"You've crushed me to death, get up quickly."

Kitakami Yoru looked up, staring into Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes as he urged her.

In fact, both now and just a moment ago, Kitakami Yoru had the ability to resist Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Did you or did you not do that kind of thing to me?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes, her gaze like a sharp sickle.

If Kitakami Yoru lied or gave an answer that didn't satisfy her, she would tear him to shreds right then and there.

"What do you think?"

"Do you think you're so peerless and beautiful that you're worth me taking such a huge risk?"

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Seriously...

"Scaring me, playing a joke—is this woman crazy?"

Muttering to himself, Kitakami Yoru didn't intend to hide it, and let Kasumigaoka Utaha hear every word.

Just kidding.

Isn't Eriri sweet?

Soft, squishy, comfortable, and cute...

Bullying Eriri carried far less risk than Kasumigaoka Utaha.

He could even use the excuse that Eriri made him angry today and needed a good punishment.

Once the punishment was over, he'd let Eriri go.

That little blonde, aside from her sharp tongue, was soft all over.

He didn't really like Eriri's type.

And then there was Sakurajima Mai.

"But why did you scare me for no reason?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression suddenly relaxed, she shivered, and felt a sense of dullness.

That surge of energy faded, and she had no strength left.

"You wake up and the first thing you do is interrogate me?"

"Why don't you look for your own weaknesses?"

"And then you blame me—Kasumigaoka Utaha, you really are annoying!"

Kitakami Yoru narrowed his eyes, annoyed.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha was still sitting on him and hadn't gotten up.

"You didn't deceive me?"

"I can apologize and compensate for the misunderstanding..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully observed the surrounding environment.

She believed what the person had said to some extent.

With Fujiwara Chika around, there was no need to risk breaking the law to violate her, right?

Oh, and besides...

So this was what Kitakami Yoru's home environment was like.

"If apologies were useful, what would we need the police for?"

"Get up, get up."

Kitakami Yoru was incredibly uncomfortable and continued to urge Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Heh, an apology?"

"I'll give you this, or an apology—choose one."

Looking at Kitakami Yoru pinned under her butt, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure.

Last time, Kitakami Yoru had slapped her and called her a slut or something.

Right, and more than that.

"You called me a slut just now, and you won't even apologize when I ask you to."

"Heh heh!"

With a sneer in her eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Kitakami Yoru's handsome face, feeling the pent-up frustration in her chest dissipate.

Comfortable!

Refreshing!

"Choose one?"

Kitakami Yoru was full of confusion, frowning as he sized up Kasumigaoka Utaha.

This position was too strange.

Anyone who didn't know their relationship would definitely think they were engaged in an intimate affair.

Very loving indeed!

"Since you want me to apologize, fine, no problem."

Kasumigaoka Utaha still didn't get up, nodding faintly in reply.

"An apology, or me continuing to step on you with my feet—you pick one?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha added, looking down at Kitakami Yoru with disdain and contempt.

As the words left her lips, she felt almost sick enough to vomit stomach acid.

She used the sole of her foot to gently slap Kitakami Yoru's face.

"Truly disgusting, disgusting!"

"As expected, it's no better!"

"To think there are human males in this world with such a fetish—if the girls at school who like him knew this, they would definitely be deeply disappointed, right?"

Unaccountably, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was secretly despising Kitakami Yoru in her heart, felt a faint sense of excitement.

Girls and boys are the same.

Subconsciously, they like to conquer outstanding members of the opposite sex.

Boys take pride in hooking up with the school's recognized beauties.

Girls are actually much the same.

"Hmm?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned, as if someone had told him.

That he wasn't the biological son of Kitakami Toyoya and Kitakami Megumi.

"Pick one."

That was what Kasumigaoka Utaha meant.

At first, she didn't want to have any physical contact with Kitakami Yoru at all.

Now, it was too late to regret it.

Anyway, she had already touched him.

Touching him again didn't matter; it could even disgust Kitakami Yoru and vent her frustration.

Why not?

"Rinri-kun, let you go find Eriri."

"I even let Kitakami Yoru hold my hand, damn it..."

Thinking of this again, Kasumigaoka Utaha gnashed her teeth in hatred, yet felt helpless.

"I'll still choose for you to apologize, get up quickly."

Kitakami Yoru was so tempted he almost chose the second option, but finally restrained himself.

This was definitely something Kasumigaoka Utaha said to humiliate him.

If he chose it, it would be for nothing, and he would only receive her contempt!

Furthermore, there would be no dignity to speak of.

"If it's real, no one sees it, so whether I have dignity or not doesn't matter..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered, wiggling his waist to make himself more comfortable, and then asked strangely:

"Also, Kasumigaoka Utaha, you didn't have a fight with your boyfriend and come here to seduce me just to cheat on him, did you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, how many times do I have to say it?"

"Huh? And take revenge on him by seducing you?"

"You're crazy!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused, following Kitakami Yoru's line of thought.

It made no sense at all.

Can't stand Aki Tomoya going to find Eriri.

So she decided to take revenge on Aki Tomoya by offering herself to Kitakami Yoru?

Are there such good things in the world?

And she'd offer herself to you of all people?

The more she thought about it, the gloomier Kasumigaoka Utaha's face became, and three black lines flashed across her forehead.

"Wuu... ugh..."

"So smelly... wuu ugh..."

"I can't breathe..."

A few minutes later, with a look of utter hopelessness again, Kitakami Yoru took deep breaths of fresh air.

"You're excited, aren't you?"

"A total perverted hooligan, be careful or I'll tell Fujiwara Chika, and you'll be sorry!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha curled her lips in speechlessness.

So weak...

"Chika? How do you know about that?"

Kitakami Yoru's expression changed instantly.

"Who do you think is responsible for your relationship with Fujiwara Chika progressing by leaps and bounds?"

"It was me who saw it, told her, taught her what to do, and gave her advice."

"Otherwise, would you be where you are now?"

Truth and lies, reality and illusion—the most difficult things to distinguish.

It seemed Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't lying either.

"There's such a thing?"

Kitakami Yoru thought of Fujiwara Chika and was slightly surprised.

"You need to thank me properly; I'm the one who helped you!"

Taking credit without any hesitation, Kasumigaoka Utaha said triumphantly.

Her mood improved significantly.

"You know my relationship with Chika is unusual, and you still dare to sit on my stomach?"

"So heavy..."

Having sat for so long, Kitakami Yoru was more or less uncomfortable.

Most importantly.

This wasn't for fun...

And they weren't going to do *that* next...

Hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt something was wrong too, and the idea of standing up sprouted.

But when she needed her legs, they were numb...

She couldn't muster any strength at all.

Whether she got up or not didn't matter.

She still had things she needed to ask clearly.

"The one who should be afraid is you—guess what would happen if I told Secretary Fujiwara about what's happening right now?" Kasumigaoka Utaha threatened with a light laugh.

The hunter who hunts geese all day gets pecked by a goose; Kitakami Yoru's pupils shrank.

Tell Fujiwara Chika.

"What would Chika-chan think?"

A chill ran down Kitakami Yoru's back; he had no confidence at all.

He couldn't grasp Fujiwara Chika's inner thoughts or her opinion of him.

At noon today, she had run away out of shyness.

She hadn't said a single word of the important things, and he hadn't received an answer.

Kitakami Yoru's expression began to change, and Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled secretly, feeling she had him in her grasp.

Besides.

"Heh heh..."

"For him, this is clearly a reward, right? Disgusting!"

Instantly, the look of disgust that Kasumigaoka Utaha had never shown in front of outsiders, including Aki Tomoya, appeared.

It appeared again!

The little expression appearing on this cold, noble, long-haired beauty could be said to be a perfect match.

"If Chika finds out, she will believe me too..."

After about half a minute, Kitakami Yoru took a deep breath, his nasal cavity filled with a strange fragrance, and said calmly.

The calmness in his tone was completely different from his inner state.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous...

"If you dare to talk nonsense about me, I guarantee you will pay the price."

Immediately after, Kitakami Yoru met Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze calmly.