Chapter 337

Kitakami Yoru didn't think much of it, assuming Chika Fujiwara really wanted to give him a gift.

"You're in a rush."

Standing slightly on tiptoe under the streetlamp, Chika Fujiwara's pretty face flushed red as she squinted her eyes, trembling as she kissed Kitakami Yoru's cheek.

Something's not right!

Kitakami Yoru secretly opened a tiny slit in his eyes; the girl's scorching breath was already hitting his cheek.

He was stunned!

Chika Fujiwara was planning to kiss him?!

Adrenaline surged in an instant, and Kitakami Yoru steeled his heart.

He reached out both hands, hugged Chika Fujiwara in one motion, took a deep breath, and kissed her back!

"Mmph?!"

Chika Fujiwara, whose ears were so filled with the sound of her own heartbeat that she was tense, was caught off guard by the assault; the moment she opened her eyes, she lost control of her body.

Overbearing, like a heavy, raging storm...

Invading the crown of her head!

Panicked for several seconds, Chika Fujiwara's shy instinct was to push Kitakami Yoru away, but her arms felt as if they were clamped by million-ton hydraulic mechanical arms.

There was no way to break free.

Then she might as well enjoy it.

Surprise and shyness can be astonishment and shyness, or they can be a pleasant surprise and shyness.

After more than a minute, Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and met Chika Fujiwara's evasive, bashful gaze.

Panting, Chika Fujiwara's face was red, and with her cute, blushing cheeks and eyes, in such an ambiguous and fitting environment, she hadn't spoken yet.

"So cute! Chika-chan!"

Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but praise her, then kissed her again.

Still not satisfied.

Pressing against Chika Fujiwara, he pushed her to the utility pole, deep in the moment.

Kitakami Yoru's mind was completely blank, and his hands were moving wildly.

At the first moment, how could Chika Fujiwara have imagined that the Kitakami Yoru to follow would be so bad?

33: I want to be Prime Minister

The next day.

Early morning, the sky over Dongjingwan was just beginning to brighten.

He woke up an hour earlier than usual.

Kitakami Yoru lay in his bedding, wearing only his underwear, staring blankly at the ceiling with a complex expression.

He recalled the events of last night with Chika Fujiwara.

"Chika's lips are so fragrant, so soft, such a good scent."

"So great, Chika-chan."

"Wait, Chika Fujiwara?"

The entranced Kitakami Yoru suddenly opened his eyes, and what met his gaze were Chika Fujiwara's constantly trembling eyelashes.

A moment of carelessness.

He had forgotten this was Chika Fujiwara, not Eriri, whom he could bully at will back then!

His palm, through the thin fabric, was attacking the pink butterfly.

"Chika!"

Startled, Kitakami Yoru let go of Chika Fujiwara, stepped back, and tried to pull his hand out from between her thighs.

"Mmph... huff..."

Chika Fujiwara also opened her eyes, her face flushed red, her fair inner thighs clamping tightly onto Kitakami Yoru's palm.

As Kitakami Yoru pulled, a sensation of friction followed.

"Chika, Chika..."

Kitakami Yoru laughed awkwardly while feeling super regretful for his crazy actions just now.

He tried several times, but it was as if the legs under Chika Fujiwara's skirt contained ten thousand tons of force.

"I'm never talking to you again!"

Chika Fujiwara loosened her legs, allowing Kitakami Yoru's palm to withdraw, and leaning against the utility pole, she said angrily.

"Chika... no... Fujiwara-san."

Kitakami Yoru was sweating profusely, at a loss for what to do.

"I hate you."

Shy and angry, Chika Fujiwara threw out that sentence, reached out to push Kitakami Yoru away, and ran toward the darkness.

At this moment, the driver picking her up happened to arrive, shining the searchlights from dozens of meters away.

She couldn't feel any pain from the injury on her foot at all.

Only her lips, her two soft mounds, her waist, and the private parts inside her skirt were transmitting sensations.

These areas, without exception, were all places Kitakami Yoru had bullied.

It was chilly down below.

The cold wind of the autumn night was blowing.

"Chika!"

Kitakami Yoru chased after her belatedly, reaching out his hand anxiously and calling out.

Right now, he just wanted to apologize properly.

Hearing the call of the person she liked, Chika Fujiwara didn't even stop; she confirmed the license plate, quickly pulled open the back door, and sat inside.

"Young Lady, I'm driving."

The driver only saw a figure under the streetlamp in the distance.

The high beams were truly too blinding.

"Drive."

Chika Fujiwara nodded gently, fastened her seatbelt, and leaned toward the window.

"Understood."

The driver didn't turn off the engine, reversed the steering wheel, and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Chika..."

"I was too impulsive just now... mm-hmm..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered to himself, his voice suddenly rising as he complained about himself, and he even pinched his thigh hard to show his remorse.

Standing under the utility pole, he watched the Audi—the model could basically be determined as an A8—that had come to pick up Chika Fujiwara quickly finish its U-turn.

It slowly drove away from the residential area.

"What should I do?"

Kitakami Yoru felt a chill down his spine; what met his eyes was already a stretch of darkness.

"I was too impulsive, impulsive..."

"Huff... I'm done for now."

He joined the index and middle fingers of both hands and gently rubbed his temples.

His footsteps were empty; there was absolutely none of the joy from what could be called the overbearing forced kiss of Chika Fujiwara just now.

A minute ago, he was as happy as he was regretful now.

"Chika didn't necessarily want to kiss me..."

"Making me close my eyes, she might have wanted to scare me; she's very likely to do that."

"Or perhaps, it was... it was..."

Tap, tap, tap—

The sound of footsteps falling continuously echoed in the late-night stairwell; Kitakami Yoru leaned against the wall, ignoring the white dust covering his hands.

Relying on the dim stairwell light, he walked up slowly.

"It was, wanting to kiss my face, or maybe just breathe on me." ===== CHAPTER 338 =====