Chapter 335

Kaguya Shinomiya turned back to look at Miyuki Shirogane upon hearing this.

"Secretary Fujiwara called Kei, didn't she..."

Thanks to Chika Fujiwara mentioning Kei Shirogane first, Miyuki Shirogane used his sister as a shield.

"That... I have someone I like..."

Yoru Kitakami was walking along when he was startled.

Suddenly, two Shuchiin students appeared; judging by their ties, they were third-year seniors, and they confessed to him together.

They were decent-looking.

He rejected them decisively...

After the small interlude.

Yoru Kitakami passed by the Angel Cafe, went in to take a look, didn't find Nanami Yuigahama, and left while muttering.

After returning home.

He cooked, reviewed, and exercised.

He played with San San for a while.

It was around 9:30.

"Nanami should be back by now..."

Yoru Kitakami put down San San and went out to head upstairs.

Fourth floor, in front of Nanami Aoyama’s apartment door.

Seeing light coming from the door crack, Yoru Kitakami knew Nanami Aoyama had finished work and returned home, so he knocked on the door twice gently.

He waited quietly.

After about ten seconds.

There was no response or reaction from inside.

"Nanami, it’s me, can you hear me?"

"I came to apologize for what happened this morning, you aren't ignoring me because you're angry, are you?"

Yoru Kitakami thought this and smiled calmly.

He considered himself to understand Nanami Aoyama well enough; she couldn't be the type to deliberately ignore him because of anger.

He waited a little longer.

Unable to get a response, Yoru Kitakami began to wonder what Nanami Aoyama was doing.

"Nanami, Nanami, can you hear me?"

He knocked on the door forcefully, started pacing in circles, and finally, hesitantly, placed his hand on the doorknob.

He tried pushing it gently.

"Huh, it’s not locked?"

"Nanami must be in the shower, I'll go in and wait for her."

After hesitating for a while, Yoru Kitakami opened the door and walked in.

Entrance.

A pair of black flat loafers had been discarded casually by their owner.

Yoru Kitakami didn't mind; after taking off his own shoes, he helped Nanami Aoyama arrange her pair of shoes.

"Hmm... not smelly..."

"Nanami, I’ve come to find you!"

Entering the apartment, Yoru Kitakami shouted at the top of his lungs.

Shower stall.

Nanami Aoyama, who was touching her little ears, stopped in surprise and looked at the shower stall door.

Was she missing Kitakami-san too much and hallucinating?

Yes...

That must be it...

I am a cheap girl.

"Mm... hmph... Kitakami-san... please... Kitakami-san..."

"I like you the most, Kitakami-san... Kitakami-san... Kitakami-san, ah ah!"

"This is the second time already..."

In the living room, Yoru Kitakami still hadn't received a response from Nanami Aoyama.

To avoid scaring her when she came out of the shower, Yoru Kitakami decided he had to let her know.

That he had arrived.

Walking toward the shower stall, Yoru Kitakami continued to call Nanami Aoyama’s name: "Nanami... Nanami... I’m here..."

Nanami Aoyama, who was deep in her own world and reaching a critical moment, continued to treat Yoru Kitakami’s calls from outside the door as hallucinations, responding with: "I... Kitakami-san... I’m coming too..."

Hmm...

Nanami Aoyama would finish her shower soon and come out.

Next, inside the shower stall, accompanied by the sound of water, the sound of Nanami Aoyama calling Yoru Kitakami’s name rang out.

It seemed...

Nanami Aoyama inside wasn't sure yet, and she called out his name three or four times in a hurried tone...

"Mm-hmm."

Yoru Kitakami nodded, reassured.

First, Nanami Aoyama was easily shy; she was in the shower, and he had entered her home without permission.

Calling her while she was showering.

Second, showering was accompanied by the sound of water; it was normal for the sound to be different through the door and walls...

Immediately leaving the shower stall door, Yoru Kitakami came to the small sofa in the living room and saw a pair of black short cotton socks that Nanami Aoyama had taken off.

"Discarded randomly again, why not stuff them into the shoes?"

Yoru Kitakami didn't sit down.

As for the answer to this question, he could ask himself.

After wandering around for a few minutes.

Yoru Kitakami returned to the shower stall door.

"Phew... so... so comfortable..."

Nanami Aoyama slowly drained the water from the tub and took a towel to wipe the water droplets from her snow-white body.

Finally, she stood up, untied her shower cap, let her hair hang down, her face flushed, and walked out while holding the edge of the tub with her small hand.

Twice in a row.

Her legs were shaking...

No... her whole body was shaking...

Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help it...

"I wonder what it would feel like if it were real..."

Nanami Aoyama was startled by this bold thought that flashed through her mind.

She couldn't even believe it herself, this was her...

Nanami Aoyama’s truest thought!

Then, wrapping herself in a bath towel that barely covered her private parts, Nanami Aoyama walked out of the shower stall.

The moment she pushed open the door.

"Click—"

Yoru Kitakami was attracted by the sound and turned his head at the same time.

The girl had no idea that while she was calling Yoru Kitakami’s name in the bathroom, he had already arrived.

As soon as she opened the door.

Someone suddenly appearing in her home, right in front of the shower stall door, even if it wasn't Yoru Kitakami, would be enough to cause Nanami Aoyama trouble...

"Ah!"

A piercing scream rang out in the dark night!

Even with soundproofing, Gabriel, who was concentrating on her game, heard it.

The girl fell to the floor on her bottom, and the bath towel she had barely wrapped around herself slipped off completely...

To summarize in one sentence.

Whether he should have seen it or not, Yoru Kitakami saw it all, and very clearly.

The best situation at the moment was to quickly turn back, crawl into the shower stall, and close the door.

In her panic, Nanami Aoyama couldn't think that much; she didn't even have time to pick up the bath towel on the floor, her small hands flailing helplessly as she got up in front of Yoru Kitakami and rushed back to the bedroom.

"Bang!"

The force of that door closing made the neighbors suspect an explosion.

Fortunately, there were few residents in this apartment building.

The highly impactful scene kept reflecting and deepening in Yoru Kitakami’s pupils.

Whether he opened his eyes or closed them, the scene that kept appearing was exactly what had just happened.

"Nanami... also..."

"But it shows how rare Eriri is..."

"Damn it... what a disaster!"

Cursing, Yoru Kitakami kicked the bath towel on the floor away and walked hurriedly to stand in front of Nanami Aoyama’s bedroom door.

"I... I didn't know it would be like this..."

"Nanami... what should I do..."

He had come to apologize, but the accident that had occurred made Yoru Kitakami feel quite troubled.

Inside the room.

On the bed, it looked like a giant maggot was constantly writhing under the quilt.

But what was truly writhing was a beautiful girl, infinitely more alluring than a maggot.

Nanami Aoyama, her face flushed, had an expression that looked more like she was crying than laughing, and she had lost control of her body.

She could only raise her bottom and writhe randomly.

Even though both of them had mouths, and they weren't sealed with zippers.

They remained in a stalemate for half an hour.

Nanami Aoyama, dressed, finally opened the door quietly, revealing a crack, and poked her head out.

"Nanami... good evening."

Yoru Kitakami had been sitting outside the door, smiling awkwardly.

"G-good evening... Kitakami... san..."

Nanami Aoyama felt a bit unable to look Yoru Kitakami in the eye.

"Let’s talk, okay?"

Yoru Kitakami stood up and said.

"Mm."

Nanami Aoyama maintained this posture, with no intention of coming out to be seen.

She just revealed half of her flushed, unnatural face.

"I’ll apologize for what happened this morning first..."

Yoru Kitakami said, patting the dust off his pants, and thought deeply as he said slowly:

"And then just now, I was standing at the shower stall door the whole time, and I heard you calling my name..."

"You heard everything in the bathroom?!"

Nanami Aoyama widened her beautiful eyes; the situation was even worse than she had imagined.

"Ah... yes... I didn't expect you to be like this, Nanami... I..."

The more Yoru Kitakami spoke, the more awkward he felt, and he turned his head away.

Why.

Nanami Aoyama had answered him, why didn't she wrap herself in a bath towel properly or tell him in advance.

"You... I I I I I I... Kita Kita Kita Kita..."

In just an instant, Nanami Aoyama’s facial features scrunched up as if she had eaten ten sour lemons at once, and she couldn't spit out a complete sentence despite her rapid-fire attempts.

"So... so so so... so... sorry..."

"Bang!"

The poor bedroom door bore everything it shouldn't have once again.

A strong gust of wind blew onto Yoru Kitakami’s face.

He was completely stunned!

Nanami Aoyama behind the door really wanted to find a piece of tofu to crash into and die!

"Kitakami-san said to me, he didn't expect me to be like this..."

"Everything... he heard everything..."

"I can't go on... how will he look at me... *heh*... *hehe*..."

Nanami Aoyama, her heart dead as ash, was pale, her hands and feet cold, and her heart heavy.

It was like a gambler who had bet everything on his wife and children, only to lose everything by a hair’s breadth!

"Nanami... Nanami, are you okay?"

"Nanami, don't close the door, we can talk properly..."

Yoru Kitakami came back to his senses and knocked on the door gently.

There was really no way to communicate with Nanami Aoyama like this.

And...

Why did she have to apologize to him?

She was the one who had been seen, right?

"Nanami, open the door, let’s sit down and talk properly."

Yoru Kitakami took a deep breath and continued to persuade Nanami Aoyama.

"Wait... wait for me a moment..."

Nanami Aoyama blocked her ears, feeling irritable inside.

Would a full confession earn her a shred of forgiveness?

"Mm, take your time, relax."

"No rush, take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

Yoru Kitakami also understood Nanami Aoyama’s reaction.

*Cough cough*...

Come to think of it, he was really bad...

"Take a deep breath... take a deep breath..."

Nanami Aoyama took a deep breath, and her flushed face slowly returned to calm.

The speed of time seemed to accelerate countless times.

In just a short while.

Ten minutes had already passed.

"Click—"

Nanami Aoyama pulled open the door, leaving a gap wide enough for Yoru Kitakami to enter, and signaled for him to come in and talk.

"Then... Nanami... I’m coming in, okay..."

Yoru Kitakami swallowed nervously.

"Co... come in... do whatever you want..." Nanami Aoyama replied.