Chapter 370

"What is going on here?"

Sitting on Kitakami Yoru's abdomen, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes revealed a hint of bewilderment as she looked around.

Subsequently, she began to observe her own situation.

She didn't even feel any pain!

This seemed... a bit off.

"Hmm... huff..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, having stopped, finally gave Kitakami Yoru a chance to rest.

He gritted his teeth, pushed his waist up with force, and stepped on the sofa to push his body up a notch.

Pushing against himself, he got rid of the foot Kasumigaoka Utaha had planted on his face and exposed his face.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes; the black-silk-clad foot, reinforced at the toe and adorned with blue-green nail polish, was right by his mouth.

He only needed to lower his head slightly to open his mouth and swallow it.

"Huff, huff..."

Kitakami Yoru had a look of utter despair; he wasn't in the mood for this now, having almost been trampled to death.

From now on, he wouldn't dare let his mind wander again.

"Kitakami Yoru, what is going on here?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression was weary, but her gaze was extremely sharp.

It was an interrogation, or perhaps "torture" would be a more fitting term.

"I... *cough, cough*... was just joking to scare you."

Kitakami Yoru replied while coughing.

Come to think of it.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's backside was just too...

The elasticity was astonishing; it was crushing him to death.

No...

He couldn't control it anymore.

45: I was wrong

"Say that again?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart rose and fell, and she asked again as if to confirm.

"What do you want me to say?"

"You're crushing me to death, get up quickly."

Kitakami Yoru looked up, meeting Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes as he urged her.

In fact, both now and just a moment ago, Kitakami Yoru had the ability to resist Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Did you or did you not do that kind of thing to me?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes, her gaze like a sharp sickle.

If Kitakami Yoru lied or gave an answer that didn't satisfy her, she would tear him to shreds right then and there.

"What do you think?"

"Do you think you're so peerlessly beautiful that you're worth me taking such a huge risk?"

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

It was just...

"Scaring her, just a joke—is this woman a lunatic?"

Muttering to himself, Kitakami Yoru didn't intend to hide it, and let Kasumigaoka Utaha hear every word.

Just a joke.

Isn't Eriri sweet?

Soft, doughy, comfortable, and cute...

Bullying Eriri carried nowhere near the risk that Kasumigaoka Utaha did.

He could even use the excuse that Eriri had angered him today and needed a good punishment.

Once the punishment was over, he'd let Eriri go.

That little golden retriever, aside from her sharp tongue, was soft all over.

He didn't like Eriri's type.

And then there was Sakurajima Mai.

"But why did you scare me for no reason?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression suddenly relaxed; she shuddered, feeling a sense of dullness.

That surge of energy faded, and she no longer had any strength.

"The moment you woke up, you started questioning me?"

"Don't you look for the flaws in yourself?"

"And you still blame me? Kasumigaoka Utaha, you really are annoying!"

Kitakami Yoru narrowed his eyes, displeased.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha was still sitting on him and hadn't gotten up.

"You didn't deceive me?"

"I can apologize and compensate for the misunderstanding..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully observed the surrounding environment.

She believed what the person had said, more or less.

With Fujiwara Chika around, there was no need to commit a crime to violate her, right?

Oh, and besides...

So this was the environment of Kitakami Yoru's home.

"If apologies were useful, what would we need the Metropolitan Police Department for?"

"Get up, get up."

Kitakami Yoru was incredibly uncomfortable and continued to urge Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Heh, an apology?"

"I'll give you this, or an apology—take your pick."

Looking at Kitakami Yoru, who was pressed beneath her backside, a trace of twisted pleasure welled up in Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Last time, Kitakami Yoru had slapped her and called her a slut or something.

Right, and more than that.

"You just called me a slut again, and you won't even apologize when asked."

"Heh heh!"

With a sneer in her eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Kitakami Yoru's handsome face, feeling the pent-up frustration in her chest dissipate.

Comfortable!

Refreshing!

"Take my pick?"

Kitakami Yoru was full of confusion, frowning as he sized up Kasumigaoka Utaha.

This position was too strange.

Anyone who didn't know their relationship would definitely think they were engaging in intimate relations.

Very loving indeed!

"Since you want me to apologize, sure, no problem."

Kasumigaoka Utaha still didn't get up, nodding faintly in reply.

"Apologize, or I continue to trample you with my feet—which one do you choose?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha added, looking down at Kitakami Yoru with a look of disdain and contempt.

As the words left her lips, she felt almost nauseated enough to vomit stomach acid.

She used the sole of her foot to gently slap Kitakami Yoru's face.

"Truly disgusting, disgusting!"