Chapter 334

It hurt a little, but it was definitely bearable, not very painful.

"Chika, you're the best to me."

Yoru Kitakami smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, and took hold of one of Chika Fujiwara’s small hands.

There were no other actions.

It wouldn't do to be touching and doing vulgar things every time he was with his girlfriend.

"There’s only a fifteen-minute break after class, climbing the stairs is very tiring."

Chika Fujiwara complained.

"Chika, shall we have lunch together?"

Yoru Kitakami brought up the topic.

"I need to go to the student council, eat by yourself."

Chika Fujiwara considered it and made the difficult choice to refuse.

They chatted for about seven or eight minutes.

When they left, they kissed each other.

On the way back to the classroom, Yoru Kitakami ran into Nanami Aoyama, who was rushing downstairs, and greeted her.

"Nanami, you're running so fast, what’s the rush?"

"Kitakami... Kitakami-san... it's nothing... nothing..."

Nanami Aoyama’s face was anxious and uneasy; she looked around while answering, and it was clear at a glance that something was wrong.

"Nothing?"

"If it's nothing, why are you walking so fast?"

Yoru Kitakami stopped and stared at Nanami Aoyama without letting up.

"I'm really fine, class is about to start, I'm going."

"Goodbye, Kitakami-san."

Waving her small hand, Nanami Aoyama ran off without looking back; it seemed she was really in a hurry.

"This... Nanami isn't listening to me again..."

"I'll follow her and see."

Yoru Kitakami considered it briefly and decided to follow.

With hurried footsteps, he caught up to Nanami Aoyama, who had run out of the teaching building, and called her name from behind.

Nanami Aoyama, who was in a hurry to get to the infirmary, was forced to slow down and looked back at Yoru Kitakami, who had caught up, with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Kitakami-san... I'm really fine, you don't need to worry about me..."

"If you don't explain what's wrong, how can I not worry about you?"

While Yoru Kitakami asked back, his gaze swept over Nanami Aoyama from head to toe.

"I... I'm in a hurry... that... it's not convenient to say..."

Nanami Aoyama seemed to know at this moment that she couldn't escape the fate of being interrogated by Yoru Kitakami.

"What’s not convenient between you and me."

"Nanami, say it, it won't be any trouble for me, if you have something, I will definitely help you."

Yoru Kitakami complained speechlessly.

This Nanami Aoyama really doesn't learn her lesson.

She must be punished properly.

"It's just... um... just... I... I..."

Nanami Aoyama lowered her head, biting her pink lips, her face flushed with shame.

Her crystalline little ears were dyed a faint pink, incredibly exquisite.

"Nanami..."

Yoru Kitakami called Nanami Aoyama’s name and reached out to grab her little ear.

He gave it a gentle tug.

Originally, Nanami Aoyama had finally overcome her shame and intended to tell Yoru Kitakami the shameful matter that she was feeling unwell, that her period had come, and that she needed to go to the school infirmary to get a sanitary pad.

At this moment, Yoru Kitakami had pinched Nanami Aoyama’s sensitive weak spot.

Under her school uniform skirt, the girl’s tender legs were pressed tightly together, and she looked at Yoru Kitakami with a flushed face, her eyes full of pleading: "Please..."

"Kitakami-san, let go... my ear... it's... it's so itchy..."

"You can't, I'll... I'll... I'll be done for..."

The words she spat out already carried a slight tremor.

"Your ears are ticklish?"

Yoru Kitakami asked.

"Yes... mm..."

Nanami Aoyama nodded reluctantly.

And not just normally ticklish.

If Yoru Kitakami pinched and touched her ears, her pair of crystalline, pink, and cute little ears would be tickled to death...

"Oh, so your ears are ticklish, Nanami..."

Yoru Kitakami showed an expression of sudden realization; far from letting go, he intensified his mischief.

"Ah! Ah... so itchy... so itchy..."

Nanami Aoyama couldn't hold it back, she had no ability to resist, and let out cute moans one after another.

Too... that pair of little ears was just too ticklish...

"Absolutely... absolutely not..."

If they were at home, or in a space with no one else, Nanami Aoyama would have just given up resisting and enjoyed it.

As long as Yoru Kitakami didn't find out, it wouldn't be a problem.

But they were right inside Shuchiin, in front of the teaching building.

Nanami Aoyama, who was strong-willed and had a strong sense of pride, could not allow such a thing to happen.

Her small hand mobilized the last bit of strength she had to grab Yoru Kitakami’s hand, her expression trying hard to endure, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye.

"Please... please... let go..."

Yoru Kitakami was startled by the stalemate; Nanami Aoyama was just too ticklish.

Are ears really that ticklish?

"This... this expression... is too mesmerizing... but super cute!"

"I... I'm going to the infirmary..."

"I... I'm on my period... I didn't bring a sanitary pad."

The experience just now had far exceeded the shame of saying this, and Nanami Aoyama said it without too much difficulty.

"Ah... ah..."

Yoru Kitakami was stunned on the spot.

The next second, the class bell rang.

Nanami Aoyama looked at Yoru Kitakami with eyes full of resentment, turned around, and ran away hurriedly.

"I mean... *cough cough*... I'll go apologize tonight."

Yoru Kitakami coughed twice awkwardly; as long as she was fine, as long as she was fine.

He hoped that when he apologized tonight, he wouldn't discover any of Nanami Aoyama’s little secrets.

For example, secretly fantasizing about someone, or something like that...

Lunch break.

Having lunch with Megumi Kato.

"Did Kitakami-kun have a pleasant weekend?"

Megumi Kato, holding her lunch box, squinted and asked, regarding the place as one shared with Yoru Kitakami, where no third person was allowed to step foot.

"Yeah, Megumi, I happened to be free last weekend."

Yoru Kitakami said.

"And then?"

Megumi Kato tilted her head and sniffed the perfume scent on Yoru Kitakami’s clothes once more to be sure.

It was gone...

Was it an illusion?

"I clearly smelled it just a moment ago..."

"Then you refused before, saying you had something to do, so I went to Chiba with others for a day."

Yoru Kitakami explained.

"Girls?"

Megumi Kato put down her chopsticks.

"Why does it feel like I cheated, and Megumi is interrogating me."

Thinking this to himself, Yoru Kitakami shook his head gently: "There were boys and girls, classmates, how was your weekend, Megumi?"

"I used to be your only friend, now you have other good friends?"

Muttering in a voice like a mosquito flapping its wings, Megumi Kato, with her usual indifferent expression, managed a smile at Yoru Kitakami: "I went to visit relatives with my family; I could have turned it down, they don't remember me anyway."

After chatting for an hour, Yoru Kitakami and Megumi Kato returned to the classroom together.

In the afternoon, there was a Japanese literature class and a math class.

The day passed in a flash.

School ended.

It was his turn for duty today, so Yoru Kitakami cleaned up.

"Send a message to Eriri."

After class, Yoru Kitakami took out his phone, opened LINE, and found Eriri to send a message.

They were only LINE friends because Eriri’s family had forced her to add him.

"I have to see that disgusting pervert again."

As Eriri packed her school bag, preparing to go to the art club, her phone rang.

She had originally thought it was Tomoya Aki, whom she had just added as a friend, but it was that bastard Yoru Kitakami.

The cute little blonde’s smile froze, and she hesitated, not daring to click on the message details.

She was afraid.

If she clicked it, it would be Yoru Kitakami sending her those unspeakable photos or videos to threaten her...

They stood in a stalemate for a long while.

Eriri walked away quickly with her school bag, arrived at a place with no one, and gathered the courage to click inside.

"Phew..."

"He wouldn't dare!"

Seeing the content of the message, Eriri completely relaxed and muttered while grinding her little fangs indignantly:

"That bastard Yoru Kitakami... I must... I must make him pay the price..."

"But if I don't follow him, how can I discover the secret of him cheating on multiple people? I never have a chance at school..."

"He must be going on dates on the weekend, but tracking him is too unrealistic..."

The idea was beautiful and simple, but it was too difficult to realize.

It was pure luck that Eriri had discovered Yoru Kitakami’s intimate relationship with Gabriel.

As for Yukino Yukinoshita...

That was just chatting...

"If I could take a picture of Yukino Yukinoshita and Yoru Kitakami holding hands, or something else, that would be great..."

An image of an ice beauty appeared in Eriri’s mind.

76: Then... Nanami... I'm coming in...

As a creator, and one who worked in the adult field.

Eriri’s imagination was undoubtedly rich.

Just thinking about Yukino Yukinoshita, an ice beauty she wasn't familiar with at all, being seduced and deceived by Yoru Kitakami...

One night.

Being taken to a hotel by Yoru Kitakami, or brought home.

Taking off her loafers, Yoru Kitakami carrying Yukino Yukinoshita in his arms to the bed, all sorts of...

Eriri, that little blonde, felt a sense of regret; the most fatal thing was.

This was just her fantasy, but in reality, the one being bullied was herself!

Having personally experienced that pain, it was definitely Eriri’s lifelong nightmare.

"I must make this guy pay a lifelong price..."

Emphasizing this to herself, Eriri put away her phone and headed to the art club.

Of course, what this price was, Eriri didn't know for the moment.

Maybe it was letting Yoru Kitakami raise a little blonde who would be obedient and clingy for the rest of his life.

Arriving at the art club, Eriri briefly explained why Yoru Kitakami hadn't come and chatted with her companions.

Half an hour later.

Yoru Kitakami came over to act as a model as usual, and nothing unexpected happened.

Work ended.

Almost everyone at Shuchiin had left.

Tomoya Aki was still waiting for Eriri, preventing his childhood friend from being harmed by the evil Yoru Kitakami.

"I'll go apologize to Nanami tonight, what time does she get off work?"

Yoru Kitakami carried his school bag, thinking about Nanami Aoyama, and replied to his girlfriend Chika Fujiwara’s message.

Student council.

Usually, this group of people from the student council also left school at this time.

Whether they had anything to do or not.

"Chika Fujiwara!"

Kaguya Shinomiya stood behind Chika Fujiwara with a cold face, rarely calling her friend by her name.

She had called Chika Fujiwara three times in a row without receiving any response, so she had to resort to this.

"What’s wrong, Kaguya-chan?!"

Chika Fujiwara was startled, turned around hurriedly, her cute face full of surprise and curiosity.

"What are you doing, I called you three times and you didn't respond..."

Kaguya Shinomiya sighed helplessly.

"Oh, oh, I was looking at my phone."

"Kaguya-chan, let’s go to Fuji-Q Highland together for the weekend holiday after the exams."

"Hmm... the one near Hibiya Park."

Chika Fujiwara silently hid her phone.

Kaguya-chan absolutely must not know that I am secretly dating Kitakami-san.

She would definitely kill me...

"Fuji-Q Highland? So that’s what you were looking at?"

Kaguya Shinomiya didn't refuse immediately.

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll call Moeha and Kei, are you and Ishigami going, President?"

Chika Fujiwara turned to look at Miyuki Shirogane and Yu Ishigami in the student council room.

"Not going, not going..."

Yu Ishigami shook his head repeatedly; he’d rather stay home and play games.

"Ah... Secretary Fujiwara... hmm..."

Miyuki Shirogane’s weekend, if nothing unexpected happened, would be spent working.

But...

If Kaguya Shinomiya agreed, he would go no matter what.

"President, are you very interested in this kind of amusement park?"