Chapter 303

As the words fell, Kitakami Yoru on the bed heard nothing.

"Kitakami-kun?"

"Have you woken up? Kitakami-kun?"

Fujiwara Chika saw no reaction and began to doubt her guess, testing again.

Late night

The bright incandescent light illuminated the dim room, and the cold, biting autumn wind would blow in through the cracks in the window from time to time.

"So cold!"

Fujiwara Chika's attention was all focused on Kitakami Yoru; when the cold wind blew, she shivered in pain.

"Looks like I thought too much... but..."

Muttering in her mouth, Fujiwara Chika walked back to the bedside boldly, her gaze lingering on a certain part of Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami-kun, if you're awake, just open your eyes."

"No need to worry about being shy."

Her small hands trembling slightly, she held Kitakami Yoru's waistband, and Fujiwara Chika repeated it, still not at ease.

The sound of even breathing was as steady as ever.

"Really asleep, like a pig."

Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief and easily pulled Kitakami Yoru's pants down to his thighs.

Finishing everything, she raised her head with a sense of achievement, looked at Kitakami Yoru's face, and clapped lightly.

The next second, her curious gaze couldn't be controlled, moving downward.

Falling back to that place.

"Kitakami-kun is sleeping, right?"

A bold idea even flashed through Fujiwara Chika's heart, and she was incredibly curious.

Ghostly, she bent down slowly and used her fingers to pull open Kitakami Yoru's eyelids.

Asleep.

"Gulp..."

A clear swallowing sound rang out; Fujiwara Chika's pupils gradually dilated, turned white, and her neck twisted stiffly.

It seems, she wanted to explore the truth.

The main object was Kitakami Yoru, who was lying on her bed without any defense...

Looking secretly, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't know.

"Kitakami-kun is definitely sleeping, but..."

"Shouldn't be..."

Fujiwara Chika muttered secretly in her heart, puzzled.

She didn't notice that the door, which wasn't closed, was secretly pulled open by a crack.

"What is sister doing?"

Fujiwara Moeha originally wanted to come over to see the situation, sneak in, don't shoot!

As soon as she pulled the door open, she lay at the door and saw this scene.

"No, no... this is not allowed..."

"Slap, slap... what if Kitakami-kun suddenly wakes up... I will definitely be dead!"

"What's so good to look at, what's so curious?"

The shy Fujiwara Chika slapped her flushed, cute face hard, and angrily clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Taking a few deep breaths, she walked out the door quickly.

"Bad!"

Fujiwara Moeha left on tiptoe for the first time.

"Just a little bit, I'll be back." 【303-4

Hiding in a blind spot, Fujiwara Moeha quietly poked her head out to look at Fujiwara Chika's back.

Using a clean basin and the towel she used exclusively to wipe her own body, Fujiwara Chika fetched some hot water and carried it back.

"My towel..."

She placed the basin on the floor, squatted down, and wrung the excess hot water from the towel in her hands; it still held a bit of warmth.

"Wiping myself and then wiping Kitakami-san, this is just too strange..."

Boys might not care about the towel, but girls care a lot; they basically all have two.

One for the face, one for wiping the body.

Carefully folding the towel into a square, Fujiwara Chika held it and brought it close to Kitakami Yoru's face.

There were clean towels in the house, but it was too late, and she wanted to be quick; her body couldn't take much more.

"Forget it, what's there to be afraid of?"

Gritting her teeth, Fujiwara Chika gently began to wipe Kitakami Yoru's perfectly handsome face with the towel.

As she wiped, because she was being so thorough and didn't want to miss a single spot, she became mesmerized before she knew it.

The towel in her hand had wiped every part of her body below the neck!

And now it was pressed against Kitakami Yoru's face!

"So strange..."

Not only did Fujiwara Chika feel strange inside, her expression had long since shown it, her legs were pressed together, and the tone of her muttering was even stranger.

It wasn't until she had wiped Kitakami Yoru's face back and forth, over and over again, several times.

And the towel had gone completely cold, that she finally snapped back to reality.

Fortunately, Kitakami Yoru had not woken up.

Dip in water, wring dry.

Fujiwara Chika continued to wipe the sweat from Kitakami Yoru's body.

Outside the door, Fujiwara Moeha held up her phone to record.

"When brother-in-law wakes up tomorrow, sister will definitely hide everything she did; how can that be allowed?"

"I need to keep evidence."

After the upper body was wiped clean, Fujiwara Chika moved to the lower body, starting from the feet.

Her movements were gentle, and her speed was not slow.

"Finally, there's..."

"Alright, alright..."

Since she was helping, she might as well go all the way; Fujiwara Chika shyly closed her eyes and began to wipe with extreme caution.

Even though she didn't want to touch it, it was as if a devil in her mind was hypnotizing her.

Just take a look, just touch it, it'll be fine...

"No, no, no!"

Hastily speeding up, the frightened Fujiwara Chika screamed in her heart, just messing around to get it over with.

Throwing the towel into the basin, splashing water, Fujiwara Chika blushed as she pulled Kitakami Yoru's clothes and pants back into place.

"Is sister not planning to do anything else?"

Fujiwara Moeha covered her mouth, yawned, and slipped away a step ahead.

Carrying away the basin, Fujiwara Chika muttered to herself about being shameless; what was she thinking about?

After cleaning up the mess, Fujiwara Chika yawned and returned to her room, pulling the door shut, but not latching it.

This gave Fujiwara Moeha an opportunity.

Standing by the bed, Fujiwara Chika's conflicted and troubled gaze shifted back and forth between the soft, warm bed and the floor, which remained chilly even with a carpet.

Who would choose to sleep on the floor in the middle of the night when there's a soft bed?

"If Kitakami-san gets a fever in the middle of the night, and wakes up alone tomorrow... what if..."

While trying to convince herself, Fujiwara Chika, who had wanted to sleep in the bed all along, finally chose to turn off the main room light.

Leaving only a warm bedside lamp on.

"Anyway, the bed is so big, we can do whatever we want."

"We can completely avoid disturbing each other; he's sleeping like a dead pig..."

Circling to the other side, Fujiwara Chika tiptoed onto her big bed.