Chapter 304

She brought over a pillow, lifted the quilt, and after covering Kitakami Yoru, she lay down gently.

Terrified of making even the slightest sound.

"It's okay."

Separated by a meter of distance from Kitakami Yoru, Fujiwara Chika took one last look, leaving only her head exposed outside the quilt.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips.

"Not doing anything? Not even a goodnight kiss?"

Fujiwara Moeha put down her phone and pouted.

She had wanted to leave directly, but because Fujiwara Chika took so long to turn off the light, she hesitated and stayed to peek.

Her sister had proven with her actions that her younger sister understood her very well.

A minute or two passed.

Fujiwara Chika suddenly opened her eyes and stared speechlessly at the ceiling.

With the person she liked sleeping right next to her, how could she possibly fall asleep?!

Not to mention, Kitakami Yoru didn't even know about all this.

"Kitakami-san is sleeping so soundly..."

Fujiwara Chika rolled over and scooted over.

"Hoo hoo!"

Fujiwara Moeha knew the big moment was coming and held her breath in tension.

"Moeha said he told me I look very cute, super cute, that must be true, hmph hmph..."

Wrinkling her nose and giggling, Fujiwara Chika stared intently at Kitakami Yoru's face: "But does he like me? Is that true?"

"There are so many girls at school who like Kitakami-san, and his relationship with Aoyama-san is also a bit unusual, but they aren't dating..."

"So annoying..."

Fujiwara Chika let out a sigh, maintaining this state for a long time; there was a silence in the room.

The silence didn't last long; Fujiwara Chika moved her body to sit beside Kitakami Yoru, her pouting expression carrying a bit of dissatisfaction.

She lifted the quilt, used her hands to support herself on the bed, and raised her feet to Kitakami Yoru's face.

She seemed to be complaining about something, her face hot and flushed, as she used her delicate, bare feet—which she considered lewd and dirty—to step on Kitakami Yoru's face, rubbing them to vent her frustration.

Occasionally, she would use her toes to separate and clamp onto Kitakami Yoru's nose, twisting and pinching it.

It was a form of advance practice, just in case someone wasn't satisfied later.

Seemingly addicted to playing with Kitakami Yoru's face with her feet, Fujiwara Chika, knowing he was sleeping like a dead pig anyway, secretly giggled and used both feet at once.

"What is sister doing?"

Fujiwara Moeha only half-understood this.

"So itchy, hehe..."

In short, Kitakami Yoru's face and lips were played with by Fujiwara Chika's feet several times over.

Having vented her complex emotions, she finally remembered she wanted to sleep and withdrew her pink, tender feet.

She lowered her head, leaned in close to Kitakami Yoru's face, and spoke slowly, preparing to say goodnight.

At this moment.

Kitakami Yoru was having a sweet dream.

One with Eriri.

He dreamed that the cute and headstrong Eriri, after he discovered another secret of hers, was being bullied severely.

Half of her body was stuffed into a hole in the wall, wearing cute little white cotton socks, trembling as she tried to stand on tiptoe, with her cute, large-headed photo stuck to the wall.

She herself wasn't in a hurry.

He used his face to rub against Eriri's feet.

A familiar feeling.

Wasn't that exactly what Fujiwara Chika was doing?

"Hehe, Eriri is too cute, one kiss!"

Kitakami Yoru laughed out loud in his dream, inexplicably reaching out and suddenly cupping Fujiwara Chika's face.

Sometimes, people in their sleep will react to the outside world.

Fujiwara Chika was stepping on his face and rubbing it; you tell me if there's a reaction.

In an instant, Fujiwara Chika's cheeks were cupped by Kitakami Yoru, and he pressed down.

Her first kiss was snatched away in a daze!

"Woo... mm..."

Her mouth was attacked with extreme aggression in an instant; Fujiwara Chika's already flushed cheeks turned so red they almost dripped blood, and her body subconsciously wanted to push Kitakami Yoru away.

"They kissed, they kissed!"

"Sister and brother-in-law, as expected!"

Fujiwara Moeha was trembling with excitement, recording the video; perhaps it would have a magical use later.

While constantly zooming in on her phone screen to see more clearly.

"Sister's hands are frozen in the air, at a loss..."

"Brother-in-law is so overbearing... is he closing his eyes?"

"He is closing his eyes..."

Fujiwara Chika's eyes were wider than copper bells, and the panic in her gaze slowly faded.

Kitakami Yoru is asleep!

Ahhh!

What should she do?

Should she respond?

Fujiwara Chika's breathing was labored; she couldn't take the attack anymore. How could Kitakami Yoru be so bad!

I hate him!

My hands, hmph...

Fujiwara Moeha hardened her heart, turned off the video, and crawled away in the darkness, her face burning red.

The development of events was more than just a kiss.

The shy younger sister didn't dare to stay and peek any longer...

Not until she was far away from Fujiwara Chika's room did she struggle to stand up, stumbling back to her own room.

The layout style was simple yet grand.

From a person's preferences, one can see a bit of their personality and aesthetic.

"Too scary, ahhh..."

Diving under the covers, Fujiwara Moeha buried her face deep into her soft pillow, her small hands clutching the sheets tightly.

The time was approaching the second half of the night.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Fujiwara Moeha, driven by curiosity, raised her head, imagining the scene on the other side.

It was completely different from what she had imagined.

Things had come to a halt because Kitakami Yoru had fallen asleep.

"Bastard... Kitakami-san is really too much!"

Every inch of Fujiwara Chika's snow-white skin that was exposed had turned a faint pink.

Especially that cute face, flushed to the extreme, looking at Kitakami Yoru with an inexplicably meaningful gaze and expression, full of charm...

This pink-haired girl of distinguished family, who could be called a princess, the secretary of the Shuchiin Student Council, drunkenly opened her slightly swollen, delicate lips and cursed.

Her mood was like a ball of yarn dropped into a group of stray cats.

Surprise... excitement... agitation... regret... anger...

Wantonly and savagely tangled into a ball.

And dissatisfaction was the yarn itself.

She just wanted to continue...

It wasn't enough...