Chapter 305

After a long while, Fujiwara Chika, who had been sitting on the bed and occasionally giggling like a fool, finally came to her senses and pouted.

"I hate you to death, I hate you, Kitakami-san..."

"Wake up already, are you pretending to be asleep?"

Her mouth didn't hold back; she reached out with the hand she had used to button her loose pajamas and adjust her underwear, making a gesture as if to hit Kitakami Yoru.

She fanned the air twice, but couldn't bring herself to actually strike.

Fujiwara Chika withdrew her hand and continued to button her pajamas.

"If I hadn't stopped you, your hand would have already reached into my pants..."

"Kitakami-san, why are you so experienced?"

Fujiwara Chika pursed her lips, her mind wandering into strange territory as she muttered, carefully observing the sleeping Kitakami Yoru.

While her mouth told Kitakami Yoru to wake up quickly, in her heart, she was absolutely terrified that he would wake up right then.

"I can't fall asleep anymore."

Fujiwara Chika then sullenly rolled off the bed, picked up her phone, and tiptoed out.

"Click—"

She turned on the light in the shower room, cursing Kitakami Yoru's outrageous behavior, though she herself felt not a shred of shame.

It was clear that she had been the one to actively reach out with her tongue, too...

Standing under the showerhead, as she took off her pajamas, Fujiwara Chika could feel her own burning skin.

"As expected, there are finger marks left... it hurts so much..."

The next step was to turn on the shower and let the hot water spray out.

A pink butterfly, its color slightly lighter than Fujiwara Chika's hair, fluttered gracefully, carrying a few drops of top-grade nectar it had just gathered.

21: Did nothing at all

A peaceful Saturday.

Warm sunlight spilled over the earth, and bustling Tokyo welcomed a new day.

The time was around ten-thirty.

Kitakami Yoru pushed hard against his head with his palm, trying to clear his muddled thoughts.

He remembered that he had been overconfident and ignored Kawasaki Saki's warning, drinking whiskey and water for about ten minutes.

After getting drunk, he had wandered around aimlessly.

He met...

"Fujiwara Moeha and Shirogane Kei?"

Kitakami Yoru's memory cut out in a corner of KFC; he furrowed his brows, unable to recall anything for the moment.

The back of his head still felt dizzy and heavy, and he lacked energy—clearly the aftereffects of a hangover.

"But how could I be in Fujiwara Chika's bed?"

He gently reached out his left hand and touched the warm sunlight streaming in from the window; Kitakami Yoru was certain he wasn't dreaming.

"My forehead."

Collecting his thoughts, Kitakami Yoru felt something on his forehead, reached up to touch it, and peeled it off gently.

He was not at all unfamiliar with cooling gel sheets.

"Could it be that my body was burning up from the alcohol, and they thought I had a fever?"

"Speaking of which, Sakurajima-senpai should be recovered from her illness by now, right?"

"I wonder if she has overcome that psychological barrier."

Kitakami Yoru casually tossed the cooling sheet onto the bedside table, his heart thinking of someone else while the beauty Fujiwara Chika slept sweetly beside him.

"Fujiwara-san, Fujiwara-san?"

Immediately after, Kitakami Yoru called out to Fujiwara Chika softly and began to observe her carefully.

Her breathing was slightly heavy, perhaps due to exhaustion...

Her expression was very serene and cute, and she was sleeping soundly on her side, hugging a pillow!

When he first woke up, Kitakami Yoru had been startled—how was Fujiwara Chika sleeping in bed with him?

What happened after he got drunk?

He didn't do anything, did he?

"I'll ask when she wakes up. By the way, Fujiwara-san is really quite cute... hah..."

Looking at Fujiwara Chika's face, Kitakami Yoru yawned and smiled.

Afterward, everything felt unfamiliar to him, and he didn't dare to go out randomly.

He could only sit quietly against the headboard, sitting in boredom, and his phone was out of power.

About half an hour later.

As it neared noon and the temperature rose, Fujiwara Chika, feeling a bit hot, gradually woke from her slumber.

Her long, upturned eyelashes trembled slightly; before her eyes had even opened, she let out a yawn as she rose.

"Really... du... gu..."

After the yawn came meaningless, barely audible mumbling.

Fujiwara Chika subconsciously reached out to rub her eyes and climbed out of bed.

"Good noon, Fujiwara-san."

Both embarrassment and curiosity appeared on Kitakami Yoru's face.

How did he end up sleeping the night with Fujiwara Chika?

"Hm? Ah?!"

Hearing a familiar voice, the sleepy Fujiwara Chika froze, calling out in surprise.

Only then did she suddenly remember that there was still a Kitakami Yoru in the bed.

"Sorry, sorry, did I scare you?"

Kitakami Yoru quickly spread his hands and apologized in a gentle tone.

"Hmph, Kitakami-san, you..."

"I..."

Fujiwara Chika's sleepiness vanished in an instant; she was as clear-headed as a patient waking up from full anesthesia after the drugs had worn off.

What she had originally wanted to say was: "I hate you!"

She forced herself to hold it back.

It was all Kitakami Yoru's fault; in short, everything was Kitakami Yoru's fault!

It was absolutely all Kitakami Yoru's fault!

Kissing and groping her wasn't enough; after she came back from showering and was almost asleep, he had kissed, touched, and rubbed against her again, tossing and turning for a long time before stopping.

If Fujiwara Chika hadn't pulled back Kitakami Yoru's eyelids to check, the place where he woke up might have been under the bed.

"Fujiwara-san, what is this..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled sheepishly.

"Hmph, you... it's nothing."

Fujiwara Chika suppressed the urge to blame Kitakami Yoru; she was too shy to let him know everything that had happened last night.

"Nothing, I..."

"We couldn't have slept together all night, could we?"

"I remember Moeha..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled sullenly, knowing that Fujiwara Chika would also be embarrassed.

"You had a fever and passed out last night, turning into a dead pig."

"On the train home, you were sleeping in the carriage, and Moeha couldn't wake you up, so she brought you back."

"I was afraid you'd be delirious from the fever and cause a misunderstanding when you woke up at my house the next day, so I panicked and brought you into my room to take care of you."

Fujiwara Chika threw off the blanket and sat cross-legged.

"Fever? Oh, I see."

Kitakami Yoru thought about it seriously for a few seconds after hearing this and realized what had happened.

He had passed out from drinking, and Fujiwara Moeha couldn't pick him up, so she mistook his drunkenness for a fever.

And Fujiwara Chika came to take care of me, in the middle of the night...