Chapter 322

Regarding Kitakami Yoru's question, Yuigahama Yui thought about it seriously for a few seconds before answering.

There was no need to hide such things.

"Ah, there's such a thing..."

Within reason, but unexpected, Kitakami Yoru said, slightly shocked.

But his heart stirred, and he couldn't suppress the gossipy muttering:

"Hayama Hayato looks quite normal. Soccer club, his body shouldn't have any problems..."

"Does he have a virginity complex? A gal like Miura Yumiko might have lost it in middle school..."

"Mm, that might be it. Otherwise, Hayama Hayato has another possibility: he's a die-hard romantic."

"Kitakami-kun, what are you thinking about?"

Yuigahama Yui stood up and asked.

"Thinking about Xiang Xiang Yingli-san's matter. I can help her once, but I can't help her every time."

"Your two friends' love histories are really strange enough."

Kitakami Yoru looked up in confusion and answered.

He didn't know why Yuigahama Yui stood up.

"I'll charge my phone for a while, it's out of power. Call me down when dinner is ready."

Yuigahama Yui waved her phone.

"Don't worry."

Kitakami Yoru nodded in agreement and looked at the content of the message Fujiwara Chika replied with.

"Tomorrow is Monday, don't you want to sleep early?"

Only this sentence, simple and clear.

"She won't be angry with me... no, no... shy, right..."

"I was just saying, I didn't force Chika to drink that..."

Kitakami Yoru tried hard to figure out his girlfriend's little thoughts and leaned back on the sofa, relaxed.

In a completely relaxed state, he keenly felt that there seemed to be a foreign object pressed under his butt.

Mother and daughter living alone, some private items in the house accidentally thrown around and not cleaned up in time, understandable, right?

70: Natural-scented flesh-colored stockings.

Just as Kitakami Yoru sat down and felt something was wrong.

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui finished processing the sukiyaki ingredients and appeared at the kitchen door, intending to call the two to eat.

She saw Kitakami Yoru, but didn't see Yuigahama Yui.

"Where's Yui?"

Muttering, Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui chose to come out to look for her daughter's figure and walked toward Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru also saw Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui, didn't pay attention, and reached behind his back toward the sofa cushion.

"Kitakami-kun, where did Yui go?"

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui walked up to Kitakami Yoru and asked him.

"Yui... ah, ptooey... it's Yuigahama-san whose phone is out of power, she went upstairs to charge it."

Looking up at Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui, Kitakami Yoru's hand also grabbed the foreign object.

The touch on his hand was slippery, very silky, soft...

"Caught it..."

"What is this..."

A thought of investigation flashed through his mind, Kitakami Yoru took the thing out and held it in front of his eyes...

His pupils aligned, allowing him to see clearly the item he was holding.

Flesh-colored...

Familiar, but he couldn't remember what this was for the moment...

Natural-scented flesh-colored stockings, worn and unwashed, rolled into a ball and pulled out from under his butt, so Kitakami Yoru didn't recognize them at first.

Staring at them for a while, Kitakami Yoru noticed Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui's surprised eyes, which had been looking at him since just now.

He subconsciously looked up and looked back.

Eye contact.

"Big sister, what's wrong?"

Looking at the beautiful woman's strange expression and questioning eyes, Kitakami Yoru was confused.

His gaze then shifted away, falling onto the natural-scented flesh-colored stockings in his hand.

Finally, the name of the item surfaced in Kitakami Yoru's heart.

"Kitakami-kun, sorry..."

"Because there's only Yui and me at home, basically no guests come, and you came quite coincidentally..."

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui endured the shyness she hadn't felt in years and suddenly reached out to grab her natural-scented flesh-colored stockings.

"These aren't the ones I wore the day before yesterday. I changed them and intended to wash them, but I couldn't find them after searching the bathroom and room yesterday."

"They were thrown here. Will they be very smelly..."

Worried secretly, Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui successfully grabbed the natural-scented flesh-colored stockings in Kitakami Yoru's hand, pulled hard, and wanted to snatch them back.

The sudden action made Kitakami Yoru react instinctively, gripping them tightly and refusing to let go.

The first attempt failed, and Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui pulled harder for the second time.

As a result, the stockings made a creaking sound...

Still couldn't snatch them back from Kitakami Yoru's hand; he was gripping them too tightly.

"Kitakami-kun... you..."

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui was anxious, staring at Kitakami Yoru with wide, beautiful eyes, but had no idea how to speak...

Thrown around, or rather, originally taken off while sitting on the sofa, but the forgotten natural-scented flesh-colored stockings were now in Kitakami Yoru's hand...

Simply... this beautiful woman, whose age was enough to be Kitakami Yoru's mother, and whose daughter was Kitakami Yoru's classmate, Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui, felt that her face had been completely lost.

Lost all face...

"Ah... ha..."

"It wasn't me..."

"No... big sister, listen to my explanation..."

Kitakami Yoru was similarly a bit panicked.

He used to be a disgusting fat otaku, a criminal framed by Kasumigaoka Utaha for stealing stockings and panties.

He was very sensitive to similar events.

"Return... return them to Auntie quickly..."

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui made eye contact with Kitakami Yoru, her attention returned to her natural-scented flesh-colored stockings, and she tried to snatch them back hard again.

She didn't even call herself "big sister," which showed how intense her inner emotional fluctuations were.

Kitakami Yoru gripped them tightly.

This kind of high-end stocking has very good material, workmanship, and elasticity, so generally, it's impossible to tear them easily.

Most of them were gripped in the hands of the villain Kitakami Yoru, and Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui could only pinch a small part as a point of force.

She tried pulling twice, and the silky stockings easily slipped out of her hand.

"Big sister, listen to my explanation, I didn't steal these."

"They... they were under the sofa, I felt something and pulled them out."

Kitakami Yoru came back to his senses, stood up while calming himself down, and held up the natural-scented flesh-colored stockings in his hand, explaining anxiously.

Explaining, but not returning them...

"I know, I know, they disappeared yesterday, you return them to big sister first..."

Yuigahama Yuigahama Xianghui's usually mature and gentle face formed a beautiful picture because of her complex emotions.

On her mature, charming face, the seductive expression composed of various complex emotions and thoughts instantly made Kitakami Yoru's evil fire rage...

Too foul...!

"How could she show such an expression? Just imagining it... hiss..."

Kitakami Yoru was stunned.