Chapter 289

Finding a quiet place, Kitakami Yoru stayed alone until almost school dismissal time before returning to the track to line up.

"Yui, look, Kitakami-kun is back..."

Ebina Hina's hand quietly reached toward the sensitive, soft, and smooth flesh of Yuigahama Yui's waist, teasingly attacking it.

"Hey, Hina, stop messing around. I'm not interested in romance..."

Yuigahama Yui shyly tensed the soft flesh at her waist.

"Class dismissed!"

After the PE teacher finished calling roll, he immediately announced the end of class.

Kitakami Yoru stood in place, approved Hayasaka Ai's request, and saw another message sent by his mother, Kitakami Megumi.

"Dad suddenly got a promotion and a raise, and he was promoted directly to senior management?"

"That's not right. Didn't he just get promoted at the beginning of this year?"

"This must be record-breaking performance; he's almost at the threshold of upper-level management..."

While Kitakami Yoru was pleasantly surprised for his dad, he was also a bit shocked.

Japan and a certain country are exactly the same...

That certain country is the US, where the class system is very rigid; it truly is the son inheriting the father's fine cultural traditions.

Many positions, which seem fair and open, are actually hereditary systems.

Japan's workplace is even more severe, as it loves seniority.

Even in finance, it has a certain influence.

While happy, Kitakami Yoru exited Line and clicked into his text messages.

"One million yen?"

The small red dot notification was the only message missing.

One million was suddenly deposited into his bank account, yet he didn't know the source; Kitakami Yoru furrowed his brows and opened his mobile banking app.

Login - My - Details

"Shinomiya...?"

Kitakami Yoru muttered aloud, understanding everything.

The Shinomiya Zaibatsu is one of the four great zaibatsus in Japan, vaguely the leader, controlling a quarter of Japan's economic lifeline, with industries spanning countless sectors, too many to count.

The financial company where his father, Kitakami Toyoya, works is a branch of a subsidiary under the Shinomiya Zaibatsu.

"One more arrogant than the next, do you think I need your lousy money?"

For poor people, money is the most important thing.

But once you have financial freedom and a certain amount of savings, your body and dignity become more important.

When people are alive, once they are full, they want to fight for their pride!

That is what Kitakami Yoru thought, and he let out a long sigh.

"Haa~ Annoying..."

Being in a situation where things clearly exceed what one can control, being at the mercy of others, and being lowly and humble is truly uncomfortable.

Without an aura of dominance, how can one start a harem?

Kitakami Yoru became increasingly unhappy with Shinomiya Kaguya; this was clearly a naked humiliation.

Shinomiya Kaguya wouldn't even agree to a verbal, private apology.

Instead of admitting fault, she throws money?

It's like having several buildings worth tens of millions in your family for rent, lacking nothing!

One day.

Someone with a net worth of billions, rich and powerful, takes a fancy to your wife, teases her, and beats up your parents.

After it's over, they arrogantly throw you a few million in stinking money, full of disdain, as compensation.

A few million is worth far more than hitting and killing someone in a car accident.

But would you forgive the other party because of this stinking money, or would you be even angrier?

"Hayasaka Ai..."

Kitakami Yoru understood that the only two ways to make Shinomiya Kaguya kneel and apologize obediently, or to make her pay a low price like Eriri, were Sakurajima Mai and opening the Golden Treasure Chest.

Relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself!

It has to be his own cheat, the Golden Treasure Chest.

Otherwise...

Could he be like in those doujinshi, where an aura of dominance shakes, and the cold, arrogant Ice Kaguya-hime kneels under him with peach blossoms in her eyes?

"Asking me to go home for dinner tonight?"

"Okay."

The people around him gradually dispersed, the bell for the end of class rang, and Kitakami Yoru replied to his mother's message.

He put away his phone, glanced at his surroundings, and stepped away.

On the way to the club complex building, he luckily bumped into Eriri, who was alone.

"Eriri, wait a second."

Kitakami Yoru called out to her.

The familiar devil's whisper echoed in her ears; Eriri's body stiffened as if frozen by a spell, and she turned back stiffly.

"What are you doing? Don't call me with such an intimate tone!"

"I wish I could kill you, go to hell!"

Eriri turned around, her cute face full of vigilance.

"About the art club model thing, did you do it on purpose?"

Thinking of this annoying matter, Eriri continued to ask, not giving Kitakami Yoru any chance to interrupt.

"I couldn't refuse that matter."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head, his tone flat.

"Hmph, I can warn you, don't have any bad ideas."

"If you dare touch me, you're dead!"

Eriri stared at Kitakami Yoru, maintaining a posture ready to run at any time.

"A barking dog doesn't bite; the louder you bark, the less you probably dare to do in your heart, right?"

Kitakami Yoru grasped Eriri's little thoughts.

He dared to be certain that Eriri had at least a seventy percent probability of not daring to risk everything.

Even if he bullied her severely again!

"My dad is at home!"

Eriri snorted lightly, her face turning pale.

"Let me ask you a question: do you know why I suddenly became so popular?"

"I'm so annoyed."

Kitakami Yoru ran into Eriri and asked casually.

"Huh?"

Eriri had been listening carefully, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but speak up.

What kind of ridiculous question is this?

This disgusting, perverted fatty...

Thinking this in her heart while her gaze swept across Kitakami Yoru's face, Eriri's insults came to an abrupt halt.

He's impossibly good-looking...

You're asking me?

Don't you have any idea yourself?

Are you showing off on purpose?

"I'm not telling you!"

Eriri turned and walked away.

"Aunt Sayuri is very welcoming to me; I'm going to your house as a guest, you know."

Kitakami Yoru looked faintly at those twin golden tails, unable to help but recall that wonderful taste.

Immediately, he calmly conquered his inner demons.