Chapter 367

"Where did I bump Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

"How did she faint, what if..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't like Kasumigaoka Utaha very much.

However, he wasn't willing to watch her lose a life.

"No, no... dying like this is too exaggerated."

Parting Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyelids, Kitakami Yoru checked the wine-red pupils carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief when confirmed.

He had seen similar eyes when he knocked Eriri unconscious.

"She should have fainted, the chin and my forehead bumped together..."

Kitakami Yoru's forehead had a bump and a bruise, and Kasumigaoka Utaha's chin couldn't avoid it either.

Calming down, Kitakami Yoru patted Kasumigaoka Utaha's face gently with his hand.

No reaction.

Still a bit worried, Kitakami Yoru started searching with his phone.

Finally, he dismissed the idea of waking Kasumigaoka Utaha up.

A post with doctor certification online said that this situation basically wouldn't have any impact; fainting is the brain's instinctive protection, and waking up naturally is the best.

"Scared me, scaring myself..."

Completely confirming she was fine, Kitakami Yoru breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha from head to toe.

People who don't know.

Would think he lured the top-grade beautiful girl in the college, knocked her unconscious, and committed violence.

Generally speaking.

Or rather, according to the doujin Kitakami Yoru likes to watch, the male protagonist with strong substitution.

The stunning girl faints.

Anyway, the other party doesn't know, so he can kiss her, touch her, molest her, and take some photos.

A bit perverted.

Take off Kasumigaoka Utaha's small leather shoes, grab that pair of black-silk beautiful feet that have been stuffed for a day, and press them on his face to inhale wildly...

Anyone, more or less, will have some uncontrollable impulses and thoughts.

Kitakami Yoru still wouldn't do such things.

Gently putting down Kasumigaoka Utaha's head, Kitakami Yoru continued to clean up the mess at the door.

Rubbing with paper towels...

In less than a minute, Kitakami Yoru finished, closed the trash bag, and washed his hands in the basin.

Then the question arises.

"What about this fainted Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

Poking his head to look outside, a cold wind happened to blow.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't know when she would wake up.

"Leave her outside, or drag her in?"

Kitakami Yoru, who started to worry, showed hesitation, and chose to take the paper and basin back first.

Washed his hands clean.

Finally delayed for a few minutes before deciding to move Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Rubbing his chin, Kitakami Yoru pondered for a while before bending down to grab Kasumigaoka Utaha's arms.

Pulling this fat woman who was older than him up, he supported her into the apartment door.

Casually closed the door.

Kitakami Yoru squatted down and skillfully took off the uniform leather shoes on Kasumigaoka Utaha's feet.

To tell the truth.

His heart was beating very fast, expectant and nervous.

With a light click, he took off the left black small leather shoe, Kitakami Yoru looked at it and threw it on the ground.

A white jade little foot wrapped in black silk that had been walking for a day, with nails decorated with alluring blue-green nail polish, was quite a match for a girl of Kasumigaoka Utaha's style.

At this very moment.

Kitakami Yoru only needed to nod gently to smell the wonderful and alluring special fragrance.

Didn't dare to look more.

44: Almost stepped to death

"You should really be glad it's me, Kasumigaoka Utaha."

"No, it's the current me, if it were someone else or the previous me."

"Even if I didn't have the courage to go deep, secretly licking your feet, anyway you wouldn't know, and there's no evidence to catch me."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head forcefully, throwing out those wild thoughts, and took off the other shoe.

A pair of black-silk beautiful feet, hanging powerlessly because the owner fainted, were exposed to the eyes of the perverted foot fetishist.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kitakami Yoru could completely play boldly.

Being evil, directly take a large number of Kasumigaoka Utaha's private photos...

The plot behind it leads to infinite reverie...

"Sigh..."

Sighing slightly, Kitakami Yoru carried the fainted Kasumigaoka Utaha to the living room.

Casually, he placed her on the sofa, with the back of her head comfortably cushioned by a pillow.

If the people of Xiuzhiyuan knew that the cute mixed-race loli Eriri had long been Kitakami Yoru's possession.

And the most popular high-altitude flower in the third year was also carried home by Kitakami Yoru.

I'm afraid they would vomit blood directly, making him the public enemy of all boys.

The one who regrets and feels aggrieved the most must be Aki Tomoya.

"The internet didn't say how long it would take to wake up automatically."

"It won't be overnight, right?"

Kitakami Yoru put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly.

Let Kasumigaoka Utaha spend the night here?

Don't even think about it.

Perhaps, he would appear in prison after a while, bitterly serving five years.

"Give her two hours to rest, if she doesn't wake up before I sleep, I'll wake her up physically."

Kitakami Yoru sighed and scrutinized Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully from head to toe.

Today's holding back.

Super uncomfortable.

Loving with Fujiwara Chika at noon.

In the afternoon, that stupid little golden retriever Eriri kept coming over to sway, bringing up that night's matter.

Playing the sister-brother play with Yuigahama Xianghui, the classmate's mother who exuded a fatal aura all over.

At night.

Kasumigaoka Utaha even delivered herself to the door, and ended up fainting...

Letting him do whatever he wanted.

It could even be said that this was a good opportunity to do whatever he wanted...

"Sansan, don't disturb her."

Kitakami Yoru then called Sansan, who was curious, and went back to the kitchen.

Took his own bento and takoyaki, and filled his hungry body.

One portion, Kitakami Yoru finished it quickly.

Not satisfied.

Ate a tuna rice ball, ate two bananas.

With his stomach bulging, Kitakami Yoru walked out with a burp.

It was past nine o'clock.