Chapter 338
"But I... ah!"
On the stair landing, Kitakami Yoru hugged his head and squatted down, letting out a miserable cry.
"Just a kiss, it's not the first time anyway."
"Chika might be a little bothered, but she wouldn't be that angry."
"The main thing is my hand, my hand touched wildly; she had already forgiven me for being unconscious while drunk..."
"Just now I did it on purpose, and the main thing was under the skirt..."
Standing up, Kitakami Yoru walked up the steps leaning against the wall with a look of wanting to cry but having no tears.
In his mind, he recalled the complex and angry look in Chika Fujiwara's eyes when she pushed him away.
She was truly angry!
It couldn't be faked!
"That's no joke, huff."
Exhaling, Kitakami Yoru returned home and double-locked the apartment door.
"Chika said she'd never talk to me again, could that be true?"
"Don't worry about that, apologize first."
Kicking off his slippers, Kitakami Yoru walked quickly back to his room, opened his phone, and entered LINE.
Although Chika Fujiwara said she wouldn't talk to him, it wouldn't have any impact on him at all...
"Chika, I am extremely sorry for my impulsiveness."
Tense, he typed out a line and muttered it to himself once.
A dozen words, he struggled and deleted and edited several times before clicking send.
It showed successfully sent!
Kitakami Yoru's eyes relaxed a bit...
Luckily, she hadn't blocked or deleted him.
Back seat.
Chika Fujiwara left a tiny gap, and the night wind blew her hair into a flurry.
"Ding-dong—"
The phone rang once; Chika Fujiwara subconsciously turned her hand to look, then stopped herself.
A special notification sound; not even her sister Moeha Fujiwara or her good friend Kaguya Sigong enjoyed this treatment.
Only Kitakami Yoru had it, so there was no need to look.
Not far from home, more than half the journey was over.
After leaving Kitakami Yoru, her body...
Especially that certain indescribable precious place, the lingering feeling of Kitakami Yoru's invasion not only hadn't faded but was becoming clearer.
This meant that her body's instinct approved of this, accepted this.
And as for Chika Fujiwara, she was more or less a little angry.
Kissing was fine; she could accept it completely, wishing she could kiss every day.
But touching without the person's permission...
Touching and then coaxing was acceptable, but it couldn't be too excessive.
What Chika truly couldn't accept was that...
That's right, you know.
Touching wildly.
"I'm never talking to Kitakami Yoru again."
Fujiwara Chika, with anger and shame on her head, made up her mind in her heart at this moment because of Kitakami Yoru's crossing of the line.
Cut off all contact!
To give an example, Chika Fujiwara's current emotions were a bowl of water.
Seventy percent of it was shyness, and thirty percent was anger at Kitakami Yoru!
"Ding-dong—"
"Ding-dong—"
In the shower, Kitakami Yoru was brushing his teeth, thick white foam covering the outer circle of his mouth, but his mind was on his phone.
Several minutes passed, and Chika Fujiwara still hadn't replied?
"Gurgle, gurgle—"
After rinsing, washing his face and feet, he hugged San-san and lay back on the bed.
Kitakami Yoru, who had recently liked sleeping in his underwear, took off his clothes and pants and waited quietly for Chika Fujiwara's reply.
"Not talking to me?"
"Did she block me?"
Kitakami Yoru waited for ten minutes or so, and when he couldn't wait for Chika Fujiwara's reply, a wave of depression filled his heart.
"San-san, I went too far."
"Sigh, I'm so envious that you're so cute; every girl likes you."
"Unlike me, no one likes me, no one loves me; she should have been the only one..."
"That I let get away."
Near the early morning hours, Kitakami Yoru stroked San-san's head and muttered to himself.
He waited a while longer, but there was no message.
He simply turned off his phone screen and closed his eyes to rest.
Chika Fujiwara, whom Kitakami Yoru was thinking of, arrived at her doorstep at this time.
She politely said thank you to the driver, opened the car door, and got out.
"Not asleep yet?"
Chika Fujiwara held her phone with both hands and chuckled, then immediately straightened her face.
Simply forgive Kitakami Yoru?
Impossible!
He had already committed an unforgivable sin.
"I'll never talk to this big jerk, this big bad guy again!"
Watching the apology messages Kitakami Yoru kept sending, Chika Fujiwara hummed lightly and walked home.
In her mind.
An angel, shrunk countless times, with snow-white wings and a golden soft halo above its head, and a devil with pitch-black wings on its back and a pair of crystal-curved horns piercing its forehead, were fighting!
The angel said:
"Chika, although Kitakami-san was indeed very bad to do that, you must not ignore him."
"Think about it, among the girls at school, this is a disadvantage, but also an advantage; it confirms that Kitakami-san really likes you, likes you very much."
The devil retorted disdainfully: "As a girl, having been violated like that, you actually want to forgive the other party?"
"Don't be stupid, how much have you helped him? He dared to treat you like that; an apology is useless."
"Oh my, I'm so conflicted."
Chika Fujiwara arrived at the door, lit up her phone screen, and looked at the message Kitakami Yoru had sent again.
She was still a little angry, but compared to just now, it had dropped by at least twenty percent.
The fierce battle between the angel and the devil came to an end with the owner's mood.
In an instant, a dazzling holy light radiated from the angel, and the devil let out an unwilling roar, turning into flying ash.
"At that time, I... I wasn't the one who deliberately put my foot on Kitakami-san's face."
"And deliberately... deliberately went to take off his underwear, although I didn't succeed..."
"I'm also quite bad..."
Facing the door, Chika Fujiwara began to make excuses for Kitakami Yoru, counting her own crimes one by one.
"Also, poking with my finger... also... I was wrong too... ah!"
With a bashful cry, Chika Fujiwara closed her eyes.
Hmph. ===== CHAPTER 339 =====
End of Chapter
