Chapter 303

During lunch, Fujiwara Chika took out her phone to take photos and pulled Kitakami Yoru for a group photo.

"There are people on the side; should I kiss you, Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru grinned, smiling and revealing his teeth.

"No, you can only kiss when there’s no one around."

Fujiwara Chika refused decisively and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I’m going to the bathroom."

Kitakami Yoru drank the drink in his cup in one breath and walked into the restroom.

Loosening the drawstring of his pants, Kitakami Yoru sighed longly:

"Being too big isn't a good thing either..."

Pressing the toilet flush button, Kitakami Yoru put down the toilet lid, sat on it, and sent a message to Gabril.

"How is it, Gabril."

In the dessert shop.

Gabril was holding a huge ice cream in her hand, and her tender, smooth little tongue was constantly licking it.

Kitagawa Marin sat opposite, eating a crispy, crumbly wafer while browsing her phone.

Ding-dong.

The phone rang, the screen lit up automatically, and the message sent by Kitakami Yoru was displayed.

Kitagawa Marin, who heard the sound, looked over and reminded Gabril: "Gab, Kitakami-kun sent you a message."

Gabril was focused on licking the ice cream and only knew after being reminded.

She picked up her phone, looked at it, and replied: "Everything is fine."

"OK, it’s fine."

Replying with an emoji, Kitakami Yoru put away his phone and left the hot pot restaurant restroom.

"Gab, your relationship with Kitakami-kun is better than I thought."

"He looks so good; don't you think?"

Kitagawa Marin became interested and gossiped.

"Good-looking, he is quite good-looking, I guess."

Gabril recalled Kitakami Yoru and said without interest.

"Don't you like him? Your relationship with him is so good?"

Kitagawa Marin asked curiously.

Gabril, as an angel, is addicted to games and doesn't understand the feelings between humans very well.

Immediately, she asked back.

"Like, should I like him?"

"Do people who like each other have to be together?"

After lunch, Kitakami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika rested in the hot pot restaurant for an hour before leaving.

As soon as they went out, a stuffy heat wave hit them.

Staying in an air-conditioned room for a long time, this is a normal reaction to coming outside.

"Kitakami-kun, let’s find a place to rest for a while; I’m too tired."

"I want to rest."

Fujiwara Chika was really too tired to move.

"Do you want to keep that bouquet of flowers forever?"

Kitakami Yoru nodded and asked Fujiwara Chika back.

"Mm."

The shy Fujiwara Chika agreed.

"These flowers are already dead; even if you plant them back, they won't survive."

Kitakami Yoru spread his hands.

"Ah, really?"

The moment Fujiwara Chika got the flowers, the idea of raising them was born.

Hearing Kitakami Yoru say this, she was stunned.

"It doesn't matter; I’m yours anyway, it’s just a bouquet of flowers."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and leaned into Fujiwara Chika’s ear, whispering.

"You’re not mine, tch tch."

Fujiwara Chika bumped Kitakami Yoru with her arm, looked at the fresh flower bouquet in her hand, and showed hesitation in her eyes.

Fine, fine.

If it’s thrown away, it’s thrown away...

"Should we find a private cinema, open a room to rest, and get through this period?"

Kitakami Yoru took Fujiwara Chika’s hand and suggested.

Fujiwara Chika, who wanted to rest well and save enough energy, naturally agreed.

Half an hour later.

Inside a private cinema room decorated with a romantic style.

Fujiwara Chika pulled Kitakami Yoru’s arm angrily and questioned: "Kitakami-kun, is this the bad idea you had in mind, right?"

"You said we were resting..."

"How... how did you bring me here?"

After speaking, Fujiwara Chika, standing at the door, poked her head in with curiosity in her eyes, observing this room with excellent privacy.

So shameful...

"Chika, you agreed just now too."

"Besides, we’re just here to rest; the environment doesn't affect it, right?"

"I won't force you to do anything; are you afraid of me?"

Kitakami Yoru comforted Fujiwara Chika helplessly and patted the back of her hand gently.

If Fujiwara Chika were really that casual, he would look down on her instead.

"That’s more like it; don't you dare think about anything else!"

Raising her exquisite chin, Fujiwara Chika gathered a little courage.

After all, she came on a date with Kitakami Yoru behind her family’s back and came to such a hotel.

How could Fujiwara Chika not be afraid?

"Watch a movie or rest for a while?" Kitakami Yoru thoughtfully tore open two pairs of disposable slippers, one for himself.

The other pair was placed on the ground.

"I’ll rest."

Fujiwara Chika held the wall to take off her shoes.

"Eh?"

"So you were wearing silk stockings; they’re so thin."

At this time, Kitakami Yoru discovered that Fujiwara Chika was wearing white silk stockings.

Silk stockings have a lot of color.

The higher the color, the darker the color of the silk stockings.

He hadn't observed Fujiwara Chika’s pair of fair, tender beautiful legs much, but Kitakami Yoru looked at them a few more times, and didn't deliberately hide his gaze.

"You’re not allowed to think about H things in your head."

"This place is really..."

For the good girl Fujiwara Chika, the impact of this place on her was really too great; the pink paint was very close to the color of her hair.

"We walked for a day; I wonder if there’s a smell?"

Kitakami Yoru raised his eyebrows and got up from the bed.

He walked to the projection screen and used the remote control to turn on the projection equipment.

Waiting for a little while, Kitakami Yoru chose a movie to play and said to Fujiwara Chika, who was lying on the big bed: "I’m a bit sweaty, I’ll take a shower."

"Chika, you decide what to do."

"Oh."

Fujiwara Chika buried her face in the soft pillow, a bit too sleepy to move.

Smiling, Kitakami Yoru let Fujiwara Chika rest well.

He entered the shower room, took a warm shower, and walked out feeling refreshed.

"Are you done washing?"

Fujiwara Chika asked cautiously.

"Done, Chika, you can wash if you want."

Kitakami Yoru walked to the bedside, flipped onto the bed, turned on the air conditioning, and covered himself with the quilt.

He wasn't tired.

Resting his head on the pillow, he started watching the movie.

The movie was a proper movie, but there were also improper ones...

You could let the merchant provide such services for free.

"Mm."

Fujiwara Chika, whose whole body was occupied by fatigue, didn't want to talk nonsense at this time.

After taking a shower, she walked out and lay back on the bed, closing her eyes to rest.

Kitakami Yoru turned down the movie volume, infecting Fujiwara Chika with sleepiness.

He set an alarm on his phone, and a faint sound came to his ears, which turned into sleep music.

Two hours later.

Fujiwara Chika, who was the first to wake up, sat up from the bed, feeling refreshed!

"Ha!"

She let out a yawn, her eyes bright and energetic, and her whole body was full of strength.

The previous movie had finished playing and automatically switched to the next one.

"Hasn't he woken up yet?"

"How long did I sleep?"

Fujiwara Chika eased out of that momentum, looked sideways at the sleeping Kitakami Yoru, and ground her teeth in resentment.

Immediately, she looked blankly at Kitakami Yoru’s profile and couldn't help but laugh foolishly.

Kitakami Yoru was woken up by Fujiwara Chika’s laughter; he was already in a light sleep, so he opened his eyes and sat up.

Rubbing his temples, Kitakami Yoru turned to face Fujiwara Chika and said: "Awake?"

"Mm, how long did we sleep?"

Fujiwara Chika looked full of energy; she would probably be staying up late tonight.

"Two hours or so; my phone alarm didn't go off."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika, whose hair was slightly messy, and suddenly pounced over with a wicked smile.

Amidst the helpless girl’s screams, one hand pinned Fujiwara Chika down, and the other domineeringly hooked the other’s chin.

"Kiss?"

Kitakami Yoru raised his eyebrows as if asking.

He originally thought Fujiwara Chika would shyly refuse or firmly refuse.

The unusually abnormal Fujiwara Chika just nodded shyly, and finally closed her eyes and raised her face slightly.

Waiting for Kitakami Yoru to take the initiative.

Kissing or something, Fujiwara Chika also felt comfortable and liked it...

But the main thing was that Kitakami Yoru had coaxed Fujiwara Chika too happily today.

So she could...

"Only allowed to kiss once!"

One of Fujiwara Chika’s fingers pressed against Kitakami Yoru’s lips, her face flushed red.

"Fine, fine."

Kitakami Yoru nodded helplessly, deliberately showing an unsatisfied expression, and muttered: "How is once enough? Ten times aren't enough."

The words deliberately drifted into Fujiwara Chika’s ears.

She, who had been kissed into a daze by Kitakami Yoru, kicked him lightly with her foot.

"There’s still some time, rest for a while, watch a movie."

"Let’s go to the beach later to walk around and watch the sunset?"

The weather was quite good today, Kitakami Yoru said, while grabbing one of Fujiwara Chika’s feet.

One foot was caught, and Fujiwara Chika immediately switched to the other.

"You must be tired from walking all day, right?"

"I’ll rub your feet; don't move, rest."

Kitakami Yoru’s abacus clicked loudly.

If it were Yukinoshita Yukino, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sakurajima Mai, or Eriri, they would definitely start calling him a pervert!

58: Underground Dating Relationship

"Really?"

The ignorant Fujiwara Chika accepted it calmly and secretly felt happy because of Kitakami Yoru’s concern.

The girl stretched out that pair of thin white silk-wrapped top-grade beautiful feet, which had been stewed in a unique way after a day.

Mixed with...

She put her feet directly on Kitakami Yoru’s lap, boredly held her head with both hands, rested on the back of her head, and lay back on the bed.

"I have to rub them well, let’s go play later?"

"By the way, buy some snacks for San-san, and a warm nest for the winter."

Kitakami Yoru suppressed the excitement and incomparable desire in his heart.

He slowly picked up one of Fujiwara Chika’s exquisite beautiful feet and rubbed it gently and seriously with both hands.

"Is it comfortable? Chika?"

While working hard to serve this lazy young lady, Kitakami Yoru asked with a smile.

"Comfortable, mm, use more force, right, right..."

"A little higher, here at the ankle..."

"Ah-ha, walked so many roads, my feet are so sore—"

Kitakami Yoru’s hard work received Fujiwara Chika’s most sincere praise.

After all...

He definitely couldn't be distracted by this, don't you think?

"And this one."

One wasn't enough; Fujiwara Chika pulled back the original one and raised the other.

Rotating her ankle, she pointed it directly at Kitakami Yoru’s face and mouth, signaling.

After speaking, Fujiwara Chika also opened one eye and winked at Kitakami Yoru, indicating her deep appreciation in her heart.

"Alright, my Master Chika, your servant is here."

"Whatever you say, I’ll do."

Kitakami Yoru wasn't angry either; instead, he laughed happily and joked with Fujiwara Chika.

Reaching out and grabbing Fujiwara Chika’s other foot, Kitakami Yoru did the same, working very hard, using various techniques...

Just to get a smile from the beauty.

A few minutes later.

Fujiwara Chika sat up straight and looked at her pair of feet; thanks to Kitakami Yoru’s hard massage.

They weren't sore at all.

"Not bad, I’ll give you a reward."