Chapter 327

"Chi... Chika..."

Kitakami Yoru swallowed his saliva and called out Fujiwara Chika's name with a trembling voice.

"What... are... you doing... hurry up..."

Fujiwara Chika responded with an equally stiff tone; she didn't know if it was an illusion when she spoke.

Why did it feel like?

Kitakami Yoru's fingers were applying slight pressure.

But looking at Kitakami Yoru's complexion and eyes, it wasn't intentional.

"It doesn't matter if it wasn't intentional!"

The broken nerves were connected, Fujiwara Chika shouted loudly, and her expression returned to clarity.

"Hmph!"

After she shouted, she immediately snorted and pushed away Kitakami Yoru's big hand.

"Classmate Fujiwara... I really..."

"I don't know how this happened; I didn't mean to..."

Kitakami Yoru clearly took a big advantage and hurriedly apologized to Fujiwara Chika, at a loss.

He even appeared a bit humble.

Looking at this situation, he was genuinely afraid that Fujiwara Chika would be angry or unhappy because of this.

But only a few people, including Fujiwara Chika, could enjoy this treatment.

If it were Miura Yumiko, Kasumigaoka Utaha, or Shinomiya Kaguya.

I didn't mean to either; you leaned over yourself, straightened your body; at most, I'd just apologize faintly.

"Nonsense, you were clearly intentional."

Fujiwara Chika's snow-white jade neck and cute face had now turned a faint pink.

It was distinct from the pink hair all over her, very conspicuous.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Kitakami Yoru put his hands together, shaking and bowing to apologize.

"..."

"Touching me again..."

Regarding Kitakami Yoru's sincere apology, Fujiwara Chika had no reaction at all.

She wasn't angry at all; instead, she was very surprised and shy.

She kept saying bad things about Kitakami Yoru, counting the bastard degree of someone, and waved her hand with a red face.

"Fine, I forgive you."

"No next time; you'd better not lie to me; you did it on purpose, right... hmph."

Putting on an expression with a bit of a temper, Fujiwara Chika's tone was also well disguised.

The pitiful Kitakami Yoru fell helplessly into Fujiwara Chika's evil clutches just like that.

If this continues, in a while, even her body will probably be cheated away.

"Hoo..."

Kitakami Yoru nodded vigorously, smiled awkwardly, and let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

What if...

He meant what if Fujiwara Chika was angry and ignored him; it would really be difficult to handle.

"Chika is really easy to get along with."

Kitakami Yoru sighed in his heart.

But he didn't know that the "easy to get along with" he thought was only toward him alone.

"I'll kick you to death."

Fujiwara Chika was seven or eight parts full, and after this incident, she had no appetite to eat.

The posture that had just been corrected turned back toward Kitakami Yoru, and a pair of small feet in black short cotton socks kicked lightly and continuously toward the outside of Kitakami Yoru's thighs.

Lightly.

She didn't use much force, afraid of kicking Kitakami Yoru painfully.

"Chika, aren't you eating anymore?"

Kitakami Yoru's first reaction was to reach out and pat them away; this was clearly a temptation and a reward for himself.

Not a punishment.

Distracting his attention by talking, he didn't care about Fujiwara Chika's feet.

"Not eating, I'm full."

Toward Kitakami Yoru, who had no reaction, Fujiwara Chika secretly ground her teeth and turned to look at the sumptuous dinner on the small table.

Half eaten.

"Then I'll continue eating?"

Kitakami Yoru responded faintly and turned his body away.

Picking up a chopstick of scallop meat and stuffing it into his mouth, the unique fresh sweetness of shellfish seafood and rice were chewed and stirred together in his mouth.

Perfect fusion, stimulating a unique fragrance.

He wanted to use the delicious food in his mouth to lower his greedy desire.

Three minutes ago, if you asked Kitakami Yoru what the best dish here was?

He would definitely answer without hesitation that it was this stir-fried scallop meat with garlic sprouts and red ginger.

If you ask him now, the answer would definitely be different.

But he couldn't eat it, he could only look at it greedily.

Right now, he felt like a wolf in a men's prison full of muscular men, sentenced to life imprisonment.

Especially uncomfortable.

"No... no..."

"Hoo, I can't think of Chika like this, think of Classmate Fujiwara like this."

The method of distracting attention gradually took effect, Kitakami Yoru felt a bit more comfortable, and he devoured the sumptuous meal he had made himself.

"Why is there no reaction?"

Fujiwara Chika fell backward speechlessly, leaning against the edge of the sofa, stretching her body.

The action of kicking Kitakami Yoru didn't stop.

After a long time, the muscles began to ache and tire.

Although she didn't hate Kitakami Yoru and wasn't angry because of this carelessness.

But girls, you know...

It's too shameful like this.

Fujiwara Chika used this method to vent the shame and anger in her heart.

"Eat a piece of watermelon."

Kitakami Yoru remembered that Fujiwara Chika didn't seem to have eaten much.

Because of this, it's not strange that she said she was full without eating.

If she's really full, eating a piece of watermelon is fine.

"Okay... ah..."

Fujiwara Chika put down her extended arm, opened her small mouth, and made a long tail sound, wanting Kitakami Yoru to feed her personally.

"I'm full, I can feed you, but I'm not full yet."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just a bit inconvenient."

If they were dating, a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, Kitakami Yoru would be very happy to feed Fujiwara Chika personally.

But they aren't, right?!

This big idiot, disgusting dead otaku.

"If you don't feed me, I'll be angry and ignore you."

"Touching me there."

Fujiwara Chika acted spoiled and angry, turning her head to the side.

Born in the world of politicians, and still a top politician, she was soaked in this dyeing vat of human relationships from birth. ===== CHAPTER 328 =====