Chapter 287

The family rules pressing down on her were like a mountain.

Publicly dating in high school was absolutely not allowed by the family.

The Fujiwara name could be called the oldest and most noble aristocratic surname in Japan.

Even if Fujiwara Chika was a girl, her actions were restricted everywhere, and there were many rules.

Kitakami Yoru didn't say it explicitly, and hadn't even said it out loud yet.

But Fujiwara Chika wasn't stupid.

"Dating..."

If you talk about her truest thoughts, Fujiwara Chika was ten thousand times willing.

"Kiss."

Kitakami Yoru didn't get a reply for a long time, so he sent a kiss.

Attached with a cute emoji.

"Kiss..."

Fujiwara Chika replied the same way.

"Chika-chan, we've already kissed, what do you think our relationship is?"

Kitakami Yoru laughed secretly and continued to press.

Throwing a straight ball directly.

Making Fujiwara Chika unable to escape.

"Re... relationship?"

Fujiwara Chika's small face flushed with a faint red, and she almost laughed out loud.

But...

She kept pursing her lips, raised her head to look around, and her fingers tapped on the keyboard without force.

Ten seconds... thirty seconds... one minute...

Making Kitakami Yoru on the other side feel like a year!

"Chika... is she still considering, worrying?"

"Best if it's shyness..."

Kitakami Yoru was shaking his legs anxiously.

"Important things should be said in person, do you have time on Saturday?"

Fujiwara Chika finally replied to the message.

"Saturday?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned.

Strange.

Early this morning, his weekend vacation time was instantly booked up, what a coincidence!

"Accompany Sakurajima-senpai on Friday afternoon, Saturday morning I can go see Gabril, if there's no danger I'll leave..."

"Still have time, I guess."

After a little thought, Kitakami Yoru gave Fujiwara Chika a definite answer.

"Saturday afternoon, or evening."

"No problem, you bad lecher!"

Attached with an angry soybean emoji, Fujiwara Chika raised her head.

She looked around, saw no one paying attention to her, and finally sent an angry soybean emoji to end the conversation.

"See you later."

Kitakami Yoru replied with a smile.

Morning reading was more than half over.

Kitakami Yoru, who had a ten-fold return on effort, didn't need to review much.

Listening to class seriously every day and reading books was enough.

Scrolling through his LINE friends, he stopped at Eriri's note.

"If I send a message to Eriri now, she'll be scared, right?"

"This little blonde bumped into me this morning."

Kitakami Yoru thought about it and chose not to send it.

Forget it, better not to provoke Eriri.

Continued scrolling.

The friend list was empty, not many people.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha... she almost forced me to commit a crime last night."

"It stinks, those smelly black-silk feet, soft and squishy."

Finally, Kitakami Yoru put away his phone and started reading.

As if Kitakami Yoru and Kasumigaoka Utaha had telepathy.

The long-haired beauty in loose pajamas was sleeping in a soft quilt, her white, delicate skin covered in cold sweat, wetting her pajamas.

That's right.

The time was around nine o'clock.

Morning reading was about to end.

Today, Kasumigaoka Utaha took a half-day off, planning to rest well.

Let alone a mere half-day, the teacher wouldn't have any opinion even if she took a week off as a good student.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

In a fragrant dream, Kasumigaoka Utaha dreamed that she was taken to a love hotel by Kitakami Yoru.

The other party was laughing, shouting while calling out that he finally got her, while scolding her for her smelly feet.

Turning over, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyebrows trembled slightly, and her small hand grabbed the thin quilt unconsciously...

This was just a dream!

But her body had partial overlap with the reactions in the dream.

The cold, noble, stunning face was tightly wrinkled together, and the little feet that Kitakami Yoru had held in his mouth in the quilt were also tense...

Everything was so real...

Of course, Kasumigaoka Utaha hadn't experienced it personally.

Then, she woke up too!

"Huff huff... huff... huff..."

As soon as she opened her eyes, her eyes, accustomed to darkness, were uncomfortable from the strong light, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, panting heavily, quickly closed them.

Turning over, she buried her head in the pitch-black quilt before slowly opening them.

A pair of wine-red beautiful eyes were full of bewilderment and helplessness...

"Hmm? Huh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha made an unconscious sound, she was sleepy!

She took the dream as reality!

Just how much does she miss Kitakami Yoru...

"That was a dream?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who gradually recovered, immediately lifted the quilt.

Her eyes were exposed to the strong light again, she quickly narrowed them, and felt much more comfortable.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked around.

"Isn't this my own home?"

"The dream was too real..."

Following her surprised voice, Kasumigaoka Utaha instantly relaxed and fell back onto the bed.

Looking at the ceiling, she recalled it with relief.

"Should I see a psychologist?"

Putting her arm over her forehead powerlessly, Kasumigaoka Utaha let her mood empty out.

It wasn't because she had paranoia or was a stalker.

She was sure, and the facts were indeed so.

Someone was stalking her.

What she needed to see was for anxiety, taking some medication to help relieve her emotions...

After being dazed for a long time, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally got up with difficulty, pounding her sore waist and back.

"Having such a dream, it really shouldn't be..."

Her white, naked feet were pulled out from the quilt, Kasumigaoka Utaha turned over and got out of bed, yawned, and put on her slippers.

The dream she had wasn't just this one where she was forced to the clouds by Kitakami Yoru.

There was another one.

It could be said to be completely independent, or it could be said to be the same dream with a different timeline.

In the first one, she dreamed that Aki Tomoya and Eriri were together intimately all day.

She went to question Aki Tomoya in dissatisfaction, and the result...

Without any surprise, Aki Tomoya decisively chose Eriri and said sorry to her...

In the second dream, the beginning was after school, Kitakami Yoru came over to greet her, even though she was unhappy.

Then...

"Damn it, what a disgusting and strange dream, I can't remember it..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the toilet and pushed her temples hard.

Dreams are intermittent and involve unreasonable things.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't recall it all, or maybe that dream didn't have the middle part.

Later, it was her letting Kitakami Yoru take her to an adult hotel...

"Ugh... damn it, damn it!"

The ball of tissue in her hand was crumpled by Kasumigaoka Utaha, and she cursed in shame and annoyance with a red face.

The details of the process of dreaming that she was taken to a hotel by Kitakami Yoru and everything that happened were clear and real, as if it had really happened in reality.

What kind of ghost dream is this?!

"Fake, it's all fake, huff..."

Her plump chest rose and fell, and Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her silver teeth in shame as she thought.

She had already tried desperately to dispel the strange thoughts in her mind, but it was of no use at all.

The most fatal thing is.

Now that Kasumigaoka Utaha recalls it, her face is flushed, and she wants to slap herself twice.

"Really strange..."

"In the dream, I was clearly threatened and forced, but the me in the dream didn't feel much anger or annoyance..."

"And... and..."

"Phew... and felt comfortable?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes, felt a numbness in her tailbone, and cursed lightly, her face flushed red.

While washing up, she took a shower before coming out.

"I'll go out and buy some medicine to take later."

Wiping her wet hair, the incredibly real feedback from the dream was temporarily wiped away by the hot shower.

Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled open the refrigerator and patted her slightly flushed face hard.

Collecting her thoughts, she detached herself from last night's dream.

But then she remembered.

Last night, she had gone crazy.

Sitting on Kitakami Yoru's abdomen, unwilling to leave.

She even used her feet to slap Kitakami Yoru's face, and stepped on him multiple times!

"Ah ah ah!"

Recalling it now, Kasumigaoka Utaha regretted it so much she wanted to find a piece of tofu to hit her head against!

"I must have been crazy..."

"Crazy, contacting that guy Kitakami Yoru..."

"Almost let him..."

"It's all his fault, scaring me and making me have such a nightmare..."

Shaking her head desperately to vent the thick shame and anger in her heart, Kasumigaoka Utaha swallowed her breakfast with anxiety.

Even drinking milk was difficult, and her stomach kept regurgitating.

Uncomfortable.

After eating a little bit, she simply stopped eating, and Kasumigaoka Utaha's white, tender jade feet, adorned with cyan nail polish, slipped into her slippers.

Dragging her weary body, she fell back onto the bed.

Continuing to sleep...

Kitakami Yoru, who was in Hiratsuka Shizuka's Japanese class, had no idea that he had inexplicably been blamed by Kasumigaoka Utaha.

49: Megumi wouldn't like me, would she?

The short morning time didn't last long.

Lunch break arrived.

The members of the popular group gathered together to share food.

Kitakami Yoru left as usual, carrying the convenience store bento Kasumigaoka Utaha bought last night, to eat in the secret small pavilion.

On the way.

He met two girls who boldly came up to strike up a conversation, and Kitakami Yoru coldly refused.

He originally thought that after being refused, the other party would be unhappy.

Or, in a fit of anger, but Kitakami Yoru heard the other party say he was cold and liked him even more.

"Am I that good-looking?"

"Asked Eriri stupidly before, and was sprayed by her for being narcissistic, but she said I looked quite good..."

Downstairs, Kitakami Yoru took out his phone to look at himself.

He felt, it was okay.

As Sakurajima Mai said, he was a little handsome and good-looking.

As usual, he bought a bottle of black coffee, waited for Kato Megumi, who was dining together, and walked to the small pavilion.

"Megumi, good noon."

"You're wearing a summer school uniform, won't you be cold in the morning?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"I brought a jacket, I won't be cold when I take it off at noon."

Kato Megumi's expression was as flat as ever, and after speaking, she looked up at the sky.

Withdrawing her gaze, she looked at Kitakami Yoru and continued to ask: "Eating bento today?"

"Yeah, didn't have time to make lunch."

Kitakami Yoru opened the coffee and took a sip.

Walking into the small pavilion, he sat in his familiar seat.

"Kitakami-kun, are you free this weekend?"

Kato Megumi pretended to open her lunch box as if nothing had happened and issued an invitation to Kitakami Yoru.

"Ah? Huh?"

Kitakami Yoru was so surprised he almost choked on the black coffee in his throat.

Was he poking a hornet's nest of weekend holidays today?

Three people in a row were asking for his weekend holiday.

"Are... are you not free?"

Kato Megumi instantly became nervous, her bright eyes widening slightly.

"Well... not necessarily, this..."