Chapter 346

"Don't call me so intimately; call me Fujiwara-san."

Chika Fujiwara put on an impatient face, standing not far in front of Kitakami Yoru.

"How about we sit down and talk?"

Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile, walked to Chika Fujiwara's side, and pushed her shoulder lightly.

"Keep your distance; you did that kind of thing to me."

Chika Fujiwara, complaining as an excuse, rolled her eyes casually and went to sit down.

"How's your foot? Does it still hurt?"

Kitakami Yoru asked with concern.

"It's all your fault, all yours; speak."

"Is something the matter?"

Chika Fujiwara pouted and turned her head to the side.

Not to mention what she did.

The extent of Kitakami Yoru's excess, if not for Chika Fujiwara's obstruction.

His palm would have touched inside her underwear!

"Chika, it was all my fault; I was too impulsive."

"I didn't think too much at the time, really."

36: Secret Rendezvous

Kitakami Yoru bent over halfway, stood in front of Chika Fujiwara with his hands clasped, and apologized sincerely.

"No sincerity; I don't want to talk to you anymore. Hands touching wildly."

"Jerk."

Chika Fujiwara hummed lightly and turned her head to the side.

If Kitakami Yoru's behavior had been done to a strange girl.

Considering he was a minor, maybe the sentence would be a bit lighter.

But since she was already close to being a minor, if Chika Fujiwara took it seriously, even without using connections, he would have to go in for a year or a year and a half.

You say?

Wasn't Kitakami Yoru's behavior excessive?

"Chika-chan, can I kneel down and beg you?"

Kitakami Yoru deeply realized his mistake, but he really didn't want to kneel down.

Just kidding.

"If you really want me to kneel down, it's not impossible."

After speaking, Kitakami Yoru looked at Chika Fujiwara with deep affection.

"Kneel down, oh, okay."

"Kneel down and lick my feet, and I'll forgive you."

Chika Fujiwara turned her head, crossed her legs, and stretched out the foot that wasn't injured.

She shook her indoor shoe.

"You're not kidding, right?"

A surprised cry drifted from Kitakami Yoru's mouth.

Let alone lick your feet.

If Chika Fujiwara wanted to step him to death, he would be more than willing!

Japanese people like to sit on their knees, and the posture of *dogeza* often appears in light novels and anime.

But in reality, it's not that common.

But it does exist.

"Just kidding, don't kneel!"

Seeing Kitakami Yoru's expression change from surprise to hesitation, Chika Fujiwara suddenly felt a pause in her heart and quickly stopped him.

What a humiliating thing this is...

Kneeling down to lick feet.

Although the object is a young lady at the pinnacle of power in Japan, every hair is more precious than a commoner's, and she is cute and her feet are good-looking.

Even so, Chika Fujiwara still thought this was a humiliating thing.

Too base.

A wife kneeling to a husband is about the same.

Now this kind of tradition is slowly being lost in the commoner class.

Fujiwara is an out-and-out aristocratic surname, and all kinds of cumbersome traditions are still maintained, just slightly relaxed in modern society.

At the top of the pyramid, the old-school wealthy circle of Chika Fujiwara's elders are all like this.

Do you really think you can reach the top of the pyramid in Japan, this evil capitalist bureaucratic class, with nothing?

It's not that there aren't any.

In the long river of history, maybe they will appear.

"Chika-chan, don't be angry; I'll give you a massage."

Kitakami Yoru sat next to Chika Fujiwara shamelessly, sniffing the girl's body scent.

"Did you spray perfume?"

He sniffed his nose and asked curiously.

"I won't tell you."

Chika Fujiwara shifted her butt and stared at Kitakami Yoru's face.

He wasn't really planning to kneel down and lick my feet just now, right?

It seems he realized his mistake.

I can forgive him a little, a little, and talk to him.

Willing to apologize and do such a humiliating thing for me.

Thinking this, Chika Fujiwara was startled by the smile hanging on the corner of her mouth and quickly used drinking water to cover it up.

Suppressing the intense joy in her heart.

"Chika, have you had lunch?"

Kitakami Yoru leaned over shamelessly and gently, tentatively, put his hand on her shoulder.

"Should I refuse?"

"Better not... what if Kitakami-san is disappointed and gives up..."

Without changing her expression, she screwed on the bottle cap; her face was a bit red, but she didn't notice it at all.

"It's because I've never been in contact with a cute girl like Chika..."

"Impulsiveness is the devil; after I secretly opened my eyes, it was you, Chika, who intended to kiss me..."

"I was... my mind was blank at the time... so..."

"Later I don't know, I confusedly became a hooligan jerk bullying you."

Kitakami Yoru's hand gently kneaded Chika Fujiwara's shoulder.

"I don't believe you; isn't the reaction of a normal person to be startled and become nervous?"

Chika Fujiwara gave Kitakami Yoru a look with her beautiful eyes, and for fear that someone would discover the clue, she immediately turned her head to the side.

Kitakami Yoru praised her for being cute; she was too happy.

*Sasha sasha*...

Unable to completely control her joy and excitement, Chika Fujiwara's shoes rubbed against the floor unconsciously, making a *sasha sasha* sound.

"It works."

Chuckling, Kitakami Yoru's mood relaxed again; sure enough, no girl hates being praised for being cute and pretty.

"Chika, if you were a boy, you'd know how cute and pretty you are."

"Everyone's reaction is different, I promise..."

"Chika saved me before, helped me so much; the feeling of looking at Chika and the feeling of looking at others is completely worlds apart..."

"Is this pressure comfortable..." ===== CHAPTER 347 =====