Chapter 306

Kitakami Yoru widened his eyes and stared blankly at his new girlfriend.

"It’s all your fault for bullying me and talking about those sensitive topics, making me think crookedly." Fujiwara Chika scolded shyly.

Classic "setting aside the facts, don't you have any fault?"

Fortunately, this was Fujiwara Chika speaking; she was quite good, not a professional boxer little fairy.

"Chika, good, you little pervert girl, you’re blaming me."

Becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, the window paper was poked through, and the relationship between the two heated up rapidly.

"You’re the one; you’re a big pervert, I’m not ignoring you in the future."

Fujiwara Chika crossed her arms and turned her head away in a huff.

What she was thinking just now was, as a boyfriend, isn't it perfectly normal to know his girlfriend’s measurements?

Kitakami Yoru laughed indifferently, looking at the crowded station, thinking of other places.

Should he also take the initiative to tell Fujiwara Chika?

What is called "not returning a favor is not polite"...

"Should I let Chika taste the flavor?"

Fantasizing about his girlfriend in his mind, and his girlfriend didn't mind.

"Chika-chan, I won't tease you anymore; let’s talk about business."

"For example, what day is your birthday?"

Kitakami Yoru thought for a while and talked about business.

"February, seventeenth."

Fujiwara Chika turned her head to look at Kitakami Yoru and said, her cheeks burning.

"Ten months older than me?"

"Almost a year?"

Kitakami Yoru was slightly surprised.

So she is Fujiwara Chika’s older sister.

"So it’s a February birthday; remember to pay attention in the future."

"Of course, knowing the measurements, I can buy some private sexy underwear."

Kitakami Yoru thought secretly.

"Are you disgusted with me? So what if I’m older than you, call me sister."

Fujiwara Chika heard Kitakami Yoru mention her age and still had some small worries.

Would she be minded?

"Onee-san..."

Kitakami Yoru was very obedient and called out "Onee-san" sweetly.

Calling older brother or sister, normally Japanese people wouldn't call them like this.

Don't be misled by some anime.

Only children, elementary school students, and children under the third year of junior high school might call their own older brothers and sisters like this.

Otherwise...

It’s just Nii-san.

Fujiwara Chika got goosebumps instantly after hearing it, but her face was even redder.

"What are you calling me randomly, who is your Onee-san."

Shy, she hurriedly scolded Kitakami Yoru.

"I won't, Onee-san, Onee-san..."

Kitakami Yoru laughed mischievously and added silently in his heart: "Your little brother is really big, you know."

"Don't call me that."

Fujiwara Chika started pretending to be angry.

Kitakami Yoru pretended to be wronged, and for a while, the two were deadlocked.

Until the train drove into the station, Fujiwara Chika took the initiative to hug Kitakami Yoru’s arm and pulled him onto the train.

Sitting close together, they didn't speak.

Kitakami Yoru frowned slightly, letting some young girls on the train sneak photos and marvel at him, thinking of Fujiwara Chika.

"Is Chika angry? No way, right?"

"Should I coax her?"

After the train shook for a few seconds, it drove out of the station very steadily.

After waiting for a few minutes, Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but lean his head toward Fujiwara Chika and whispered: "Chika, are you angry with me?"

Fujiwara Chika didn't answer, maintaining the posture of turning her head to one side.

"Are you really angry with me? Chika-chan, Chika-imouto?"

Kitakami Yoru was really strange.

"Hmph."

Finally, Fujiwara Chika hummed, indicating a response.

"Chika-wife, I like you the most, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Kitakami Yoru, who got the response, breathed a sigh of relief and directly played his trump card.

Calling Fujiwara Chika "wife"!

As soon as the words fell, Fujiwara Chika’s expression was as if she had seen a ghost, and she almost lost her composure on the train.

"Chika."

Kitakami Yoru called Fujiwara Chika’s name gently, covered her small hand with his large hand, and soothed her emotions.

"You."

Fujiwara Chika finally couldn't continue pretending.

She wasn't angry at all.

In fact, she was afraid that Kitakami Yoru would be angry, and she was struggling, shy, and didn't know how to face it...

Worrying that Kitakami Yoru would mind her being older was also one of the factors.

A girl in the fallen heat of love, her first love, is like this.

A thousand people have a thousand faces, not to mention Fujiwara Chika, this noble young lady who challenges the family taboo?!

"If you don't answer me, I’ll stand up and shout, letting everyone on the train know that I like Fujiwara Chika."

"She is my wife."

Kitakami Yoru seemed to have found Fujiwara Chika’s weakness and threatened the girl in a special way.

But, being threatened like this, Fujiwara Chika was still happy to the point of exploding.

A different kind of social death...

It’s like taking the subway, carrying a sack and being mocked, and when you pour it out at security, it’s all red banknotes, bundle by bundle...

"Say... say..."

Fujiwara Chika was really scared by this and was so nervous that she was incoherent.

"I like you, Fujiwara Chika."

Kitakami Yoru saw that this trick worked and increased his volume slightly, continuing to scare Fujiwara Chika.

At this moment, the girl just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into; jumping off the train was also fine...

"Chika, it seems you’re still angry, then I’ll continue talking."

Kitakami Yoru’s evil thoughts erupted, and he gently slid his little finger across Fujiwara Chika’s palm.

"Talk about what?"

Fujiwara Chika squeezed out a trembling sentence.

"Then say you love me too."

Kitakami Yoru’s sense of satisfaction and triumph welled up.

"I love you too."

Lowering her voice, Fujiwara Chika quickly acted to appease Kitakami Yoru, fearing that what he said would really happen.

But why, she was vaguely looking forward to it.

"Mm, we’ll talk about the rest when we get back."

Kitakami Yoru knew how to adjust the tension; he couldn't push Fujiwara Chika too hard.

Ending this shy conversation, Fujiwara Chika completely relaxed and began to look forward to it and worry.

"I’m going to Kitakami-kun’s house later..."

"He... he doesn't seem like someone who would do that to me, right?"

"But, but I always feel sorry for him; because of me, underground dating or something..."

After an hour and a half on the train.

After two transfers, they returned to the station near Kitakami Yoru’s apartment.

After getting off the train, walking on the way back to the apartment, Fujiwara Chika’s palms were sweating nervously.

Her hands were sweating, let alone her stuffy feet.

"Phew, it’s so cold tonight..."

"Chika, are your feet still sore?"

To pave the way for what was coming, Kitakami Yoru decided to confess his preferences.

Anyway... he couldn't hide it.

"Not sore anymore..."

Fujiwara Chika, who thought Kitakami Yoru was normally concerned, squeezed out a smile.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Kitakami Yoru observed the expression on Fujiwara Chika’s face when she answered, then added:

"It’s good that they’re not sore; you don't have time tomorrow, right?"

"Mm-mm."

Fujiwara Chika nodded like a child.

"Rest well tomorrow."

Seeing the apartment from afar, Kitakami Yoru took Fujiwara Chika’s fair, small hand and continued: "Chika, how about we play a game of exchanging secrets?"

"I’ll tell a secret of mine first, then you need to tell a secret similar to this; if you choose not to say it, you need to accept a certain punishment?"

Sometimes, girls are thin-skinned and need steps to come down.

"Exchanging secrets? Then you say it first."

Temporarily piqued by Kitakami Yoru, Fujiwara Chika replied.

"Hee hee, actually I..." Kitakami Yoru laughed shyly.

60: A Very Smelly Smell

"Then I’ll say it, Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru confirmed Fujiwara Chika’s opinion again.

"Say it, say it."

Fujiwara Chika urged, and arrived downstairs at the apartment with Kitakami Yoru.

"Actually... I quite like that..."

"It’s just the places on a girl’s body that are a bit dirty, you understand, right? Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru held Fujiwara Chika’s hand tightly.

"Dirty?"

Stopping her steps, Fujiwara Chika looked at Kitakami Yoru hesitantly under the dim stairwell light.

What did he mean? The innocent girl didn't understand at all.

"It doesn't matter, you’ll know now!"

Kitakami Yoru suddenly smiled wickedly, picked up Fujiwara Chika in a princess carry, and ran up the stairs quickly.

The poor girl, who was about to be poisoned, screamed in the stairwell.

In a hurry, afraid that Fujiwara Chika would run away, Kitakami Yoru took out his key, twisted it, and flashed inside while holding Fujiwara Chika.

He kicked the apartment door shut with his foot.

"Kitakami-kun, what are you trying to do?"

"Let me go quickly, otherwise I definitely won't ignore you; that kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!"

When Kitakami Yoru personally sent Fujiwara Chika home, it was already approaching midnight.

"Chika, it’s midnight now, and the trains have stopped running; can I not go back?"

A few hundred meters away from the young lady’s mansion, Kitakami Yoru stretched out his finger and poked Fujiwara Chika.

"You’re bad, it’s best if you have no home to go back to, and spend the night?"

Fujiwara Chika rolled her eyes at Kitakami Yoru in annoyance.

Her own boyfriend, the person she likes, the person she loves deeply...

Turns out...

He’s a pervert.

"I hate you to death, hmph..."

As she walked, a wet, slippery feeling came from her exquisite shoes, making Fujiwara Chika feel very uncomfortable and strange.

"Are your feet sore?"

Kitakami Yoru acted as if he didn't hear it and continued to care about Fujiwara Chika.

"What does it have to do with you whether they’re sore or not?"

"Perverted, lecherous Kitakami-kun, apologize to me!"

Fujiwara Chika scolded shamefully.

"I apologize, I apologize, Chika-chan, I like you too much, that’s why I’m like this..."

"I beg you, don't be angry with me, mwah..."

Kitakami Yoru, who felt refreshed and had his fill of talking, laughed happily and went to kiss Fujiwara Chika’s cheek.

But he was dodged by the other party, who showed a look of disgust and hatred.

Her feet were very dirty...

And now he was coming to kiss her, jerk!

"Fine..."

"Good night, Chika."

Fujiwara Chika’s house was right in front of them, so Kitakami Yoru didn't plan to send her to the door.

"Good night, you’re not allowed to do this again next time."

"Do you know?"

Fujiwara Chika said to Kitakami Yoru while taking out her key, using the tone of an older sister lecturing.

She nodded and reached out to signal Kitakami Yoru to lean over.

She kissed him once, then immediately ran away shyly.

Closing the door cleanly, Fujiwara Chika’s figure disappeared from Kitakami Yoru’s eyes.

Kitakami Yoru, who had succeeded twice, kept a happy smile and turned to walk home.

So what?

"Phew... fortunately..."

"Kitakami-kun actually likes girls’ feet? What kind of strange hobby is this?"

"Fortunately, fortunately..."

After standing in the entryway for a while, Fujiwara Chika dared to secretly poke her head out from the window and look outside.

The ground where Kitakami Yoru was originally standing was empty, and Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit lucky.

Shyly patting her face, the girl’s bare feet subconsciously scraped the soles of her shoes.

That layer of thin white silk stockings was already too dirty to continue wearing...

The shoes were also dirty; there was no way, Fujiwara Chika couldn't walk back barefoot.

Bedroom.