Chapter 333

"If only Sister Nanami’s car suddenly broke down..."

Along with the excitement and nervousness in his heart, Yoru Kitakami dug his nails into his soft palms.

Did these words have anything to do with the reason Nanami Yuigahama’s car broke down?

Not at all.

What mattered was what Nanami Yuigahama should do next after it broke down...

"I think Sister Nanami is especially beautiful... so I just wanted... wanted to stay with you a little longer..." Yoru Kitakami continued.

There was no help for it.

The relationship between him and Nanami Yuigahama was just too strange and complex...

It wasn't like with peers, where you could just confess directly.

"I'll go get some rest now..."

The voice in Yoru Kitakami’s heart kept scolding him; this was a crime.

He walked back to the bedroom quickly, leaving Nanami Yuigahama with a dazed expression.

"How... how is that any different from a confession..."

"Could it be that Kitakami-kun likes an old aunt like me, and doesn't like Yui?!..."

This wasn't too important either, because...

Nanami Yuigahama’s heart was happy, and she discovered that she also...

No way!

Time reached the next day, 7:00 AM.

Yoru Kitakami was woken up by his alarm; sleep-deprived, he remembered something important and threw off the quilt.

His sleepiness vanished, and he hurried out the door, looking into the living room.

He didn't see Nanami Yuigahama.

"She went back, I suppose..."

"After I said those things yesterday, I don't know what Sister Nanami’s reaction was..."

"Will she deliberately avoid me?"

Yoru Kitakami stopped by the doorframe.

Later, he went out to the balcony to take a look.

The car was gone too.

Instead, he saw Mafuyu Kirisu put on her office lady uniform and head out.

"Just do what needs to be done; exams are next week."

Yoru Kitakami stretched.

It was almost 8:00.

Gabriel washed up and got dressed, then came over to find Yoru Kitakami to go to Shuchiin together.

The cute angel image she maintained on Saturday was gone without a trace.

"You weren't home all day yesterday?"

After greeting him, Gabriel asked indifferently.

"Yeah, Gabriel, did you come looking for me for something?"

Yoru Kitakami nodded.

"Yeah, I knocked on the door for a long time with no response."

"The matter is resolved."

Gabriel waved her hand, appearing unconcerned with all external matters.

"Actually, you could cosplay... cosplay that..."

Looking at Gabriel, Yoru Kitakami associated her with Marin Kitagawa, who loved to cosplay.

He had communicated with Marin Kitagawa about the hypnotic masterpiece of falling in love with a teacher.

It had already been adapted into an adult anime, was a game adaptation still missing?

Such a phenomenal work.

It wasn't just a big hit domestically, it was a big hit abroad too; one could imagine the domestic market.

"That third-year senior, Yu Nozaki, who likes to sleep, why does she feel exactly like Gabriel? Her demeanor, expression, figure..."

"The voice in my imagination..."

The more Yoru Kitakami thought about it, the weirder it got, until he boarded the train and cast his wild thoughts to the back of his mind.

"I forgot to ask for Sister Nanami’s contact information... damn it..."

Two stops, the train ride was about ten minutes.

As soon as he got off.

Yoru Kitakami hurriedly pulled Gabriel toward the nearest convenience store to buy breakfast.

He picked out a rice ball, a piece of bread, and a bottle of coconut milk, asked Gabriel if she wanted to eat, and finally paid.

The aftereffects of not resting well last night.

"I'll eat with Chika at noon, or I can eat at the cafeteria."

"I'll send a message during morning reading to ask."

At the school gate.

Saying goodbye to Gabriel, Yoru Kitakami looked at the time on the big clock tower and, not in a hurry, decided to eat breakfast before going in.

He walked toward the location of the bench in his memory.

Soon, Yoru Kitakami found a familiar spot.

"Whose school bag is this? It wouldn't be Utaha Kasumigaoka’s, would it?"

The reason he came here was because in Yoru Kitakami’s memory, there was a bench here.

He had met Utaha Kasumigaoka here once before.

"Why would I be worried that this is Utaha Kasumigaoka’s school bag?"

Frowning slightly, Yoru Kitakami sat down in surprise and finished his breakfast.

Not long after.

Utaha Kasumigaoka, returning from the restroom, saw someone on the bench from afar and quickened her pace.

Yoru Kitakami met her gaze, his eyes showing a hint of surprise, then he went back to eating his breakfast on his own.

"What are you doing here?"

Utaha Kasumigaoka sat back on the other side of the bench and asked.

"Eating breakfast, it's public school property, not yours."

Yoru Kitakami glanced at her.

Hmm...

"Got a new hairstyle?"

Drinking coconut milk and swallowing the food in his mouth, Yoru Kitakami said casually.

Two days without seeing her.

This high-class flower, who always wore a white headband as decoration, had styled her hair into a princess cut.

What is a princess cut?

Boa Hancock from One Piece.

Yumeko Jabami from Kakegurui... similar in shape...

"You didn't know I sit here and eat breakfast every morning?"

Utaha Kasumigaoka asked back.

"Don't tell me you think I came here on purpose to run into you."

Yoru Kitakami turned to the side.

75: It's so itchy.

Utaha Kasumigaoka sat down elegantly, picked up her own school bag, and looked at Yoru Kitakami quietly.

That look, it went without saying.

She had a haughty expression, believing that Yoru Kitakami had come to find her on purpose.

Just like last Friday, when he followed her to the hospital.

"Come to think of it, my brain must have been acting stupid back then..."

"I took the initiative to ask a guy like Yoru Kitakami if he wanted to go on a date; was I a pig with seaweed covering my eyes?"

While looking at Yoru Kitakami without speaking, Utaha Kasumigaoka thought silently in her heart.

"If you're fine, you can leave; don't disturb my breakfast."

Yoru Kitakami rolled his eyes at Utaha Kasumigaoka beside him and sat a little further away.

Seriously...

What kind of crazy person?

Hasn't her habit of being self-righteous changed yet?

"I'm telling you, Yoru Kitakami, you are really annoying!"

Utaha Kasumigaoka stood up with her school bag and huffed.

"I could actually let you have a good time; you can come find me at my place tonight."

Yoru Kitakami chewed the food in his mouth, the syllables he uttered unclear.

"You..."

"Do you boys have nothing but pornographic and vulgar things in your heads all day?"

"Aren't you disgusting, you pervert who gets excited even when being stepped on and cursed at in your vulnerable spots."

Utaha Kasumigaoka’s beautiful body paused, and the expression on her pretty face darkened.

"You're absolutely right, the other foot can't be idle either, it has to step on your face."

In a bad mood, or rather, thinking about Nanami Yuigahama, Yoru Kitakami didn't really want to deal with Utaha Kasumigaoka at this moment.

Once again, Utaha Kasumigaoka, having been rebuffed, was displeased and walked away angrily.

"Eat faster, it's almost time for morning reading."

"Yeah, the taste is alright."

After finishing his breakfast, Yoru Kitakami entered the classroom through the back door without haste.

Today, unexpectedly, the popular group wasn't gathered together.

Perhaps because Yui Yuigahama was missing?

Putting down his school bag, Yoru Kitakami looked at Yumiko Miura, who had clashed with him yesterday.

"Yui didn't come?"

Yumiko Miura asked with a cold expression and a slightly targeted tone.

"She didn't notify you? She injured her leg, she should be taking the day off."

Yoru Kitakami put down his school bag and took out his phone to message Chika Fujiwara.

"She didn't say; if she said it was possible, she probably isn't coming."

"You and Hina like this, and then sending Yui home..."

Yumiko Miura’s eyes flashed with a strange light.

"It was Hina Ebina who asked me to; didn't Yui explain it clearly?"

"Miura-san, please don't stare at me with those man-eating eyes, I'm quite scared, it’s hair-raising..."

Turning his head, Yoru Kitakami met Yumiko Miura’s gaze and showed her the goosebumps on his arm.

"Hmph..."

The blonde gal huffed and ignored Yoru Kitakami: "I'll message Yui again to ask."

"Hayato Hayama doesn't like Yumiko Miura, who does he like?"

Yoru Kitakami looked at his phone.

Chika Fujiwara replied to the message.

"Morning."

"Chika, I miss you so much, I really want to see you, I want to see you after class."

Yoru Kitakami sent the message.

"No, I refuse, disgusting!"

Chika Fujiwara attached a yellow emoji sticking its tongue out.

"Why, are you still angry at me?"

"Are your feet still sore?"

Yoru Kitakami chuckled.

"You dare mention it, I won't help you next time, it was all a lie."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, we're in morning reading."

In the classroom, Chika Fujiwara pretended to be looking for something in her school bag, but in reality, she was guiltily using her phone to reply to Yoru Kitakami’s message.

Morning reading is also class time.

As the student council secretary, playing with a phone in the lead, isn't that challenging school rules...

A crime on top of a crime!

"Almost forgot, this is class."

"Alright, come find me at the usual spot after class, OK."

Yoru Kitakami looked up at the classroom, quickly edited two messages, and sent them one after another.

"I'll consider it, then go."

Chika Fujiwara replied hurriedly.

Clicking send, confirming the message was successfully delivered, she quickly put her phone away into her school bag.

Then, she put her school bag away.

Lowering her head, she looked at her feet wearing indoor shoes.

This morning, Chika Fujiwara had gone to great pains to pick out a pair of socks.

Actually, she was quite happy and fortunate that Yoru Kitakami had such a fetish.

Otherwise...

If Yoru Kitakami proposed to do that... she didn't know if she should refuse...

As for whether to go or not, she was definitely going.

Ending the conversation with Chika Fujiwara, Yoru Kitakami put away his phone and rested his chin on his hand, bored.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the first class ended.

The usual spot.

This place held special memories for Yoru Kitakami and three girls.

"Chika, why does it feel like I haven't seen you in ages."

"I miss you so much."

Yoru Kitakami hugged Chika Fujiwara, who had come to the appointment, directly.

"Ah, let go, let go of me, Kitakami-san."

Chika Fujiwara objected with her mouth, and her actions were also struggling and resisting.

But...

It was like a thug’s excited punch.

Aren't all young couples in the honeymoon phase like this?

Yoru Kitakami couldn't help himself and kissed Chika Fujiwara.

Two minutes later.

Their lips parted.

Chika Fujiwara pinched the soft flesh on Yoru Kitakami’s waist, subduing him.

"Ouch, ouch... spare me, Sister Chika, I won't dare do it again..."

Yoru Kitakami begged for mercy with a pained expression.

"Hmph, let that be a lesson to you."

Chika Fujiwara, who could see that Yoru Kitakami’s twisted, pained expression was faked, still let go with her small hand.