Chapter 374

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head to check herself, organized her pockets and items, and then muttered in a low voice:

"Perverted foot-fetish lecher, filthy stray dog..."

"Just don't leave."

Kitakami Yoru felt a surge of anger, and holding Sansan, he quickly stood up and came before Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The moment Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had just stood up, met Kitakami Yoru's gaze, his hot breath hit her face.

"Ah...!"

With a delicate scream, Kasumigaoka Utaha was forced back onto the sofa, her face panicked.

Kitakami Yoru's loose pajamas couldn't hide his soaring anger.

"I told you to get lost, and you didn't—you're still trying to seduce me, right?"

"Wearing black silk, stepping on my face with feet that haven't been washed in a day, not hygienic at all..."

Looking down from above, Kitakami Yoru's body was like a solid city wall, completely cutting off Kasumigaoka Utaha's path.

His sharp gaze swept from top to bottom over Kasumigaoka Utaha's panicked, beautiful face, her graceful waist, and her pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stockings.

A pair of beautiful feet, trembling slightly from nervousness and fear, were crossed together.

"Kitakami Yoru, have you lost your mind?"

"You're not really going to force yourself on me, are you?"

"Hey... don't joke... around..."

The cold, noble Kasumigaoka Utaha's face turned pale instantly.

Swallowing constantly, her back felt cold, and her muscles were taut with pain.

She was scared.

This time, Kasumigaoka Utaha was truly scared.

Kitakami Yoru's sudden mood swings were terrifying.

Kitakami Yoru was also speechless; always on edge, did Kasumigaoka Utaha think he was impotent?

Regret filled her.

Why didn't she leave earlier when she had the chance? She had no strength to resist.

She wanted to cry...

As she thought about it, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help it, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She was really crying!

"I'll call the police, if you dare..."

"You can try..."

While crying, Kasumigaoka Utaha gathered her courage and warned Kitakami Yoru.

"Calling the police is a matter for later; besides, I'm a year younger than you, so the sentence will be lighter."

"And who said I have to take off your clothes?"

Kitakami Yoru exhaled a long breath in his heart, his teasing gaze sweeping over Kasumigaoka Utaha's small mouth and feet.

"It stinks."

"Haven't washed in a day, unhygienic, *bleh*..."

"Disgusting..."

Muttering to himself, Kitakami Yoru reached out, grabbed Kasumigaoka Utaha's hair, and pulled hard.

"So painful..."

"This bastard, he wouldn't be about to do something to my feet..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha grabbed Kitakami Yoru's arm tightly with both hands in pain, countless strange thoughts flashing through her mind.

"Forget it, forget it; apologize and you can leave."

Kitakami Yoru really couldn't get past that hurdle in his heart; he stuck to his bottom line.

If both were willing, or if she coaxed him a little, he would definitely not refuse.

"Sigh... as expected..."

"Even if there really were hypnotic methods like a manga protagonist, or common sense modification, a person as good as me..."

"So kind, I probably wouldn't use them anyway."

Desperate tears had already slid down Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes, and she secretly cursed Kitakami Yoru's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart.

Planning how to take revenge on Kitakami Yoru afterward...

Now she closed her eyes in surprise and let out a long sigh of relief.

Like riding a roller coaster.

"I'm really crazy, being alone with a boy and having physical contact, talking about these sensitive topics."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, what is wrong with you today?"

Opening her eyes again, Kasumigaoka Utaha pinched the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh hard.

The intense stinging pain helped her regain her composure.

"Where is the kitchen? Eat the bento or not, it's up to you; remember to close the door when you leave."

Kitakami Yoru held Sansan and stepped back, clearing the way for Kasumigaoka Utaha to stand up.

"Tha... thank you... *ano*..."

"A bit... sorry... or something..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha had learned her lesson and said, looking down slightly.

After speaking, she was so nervous that she didn't notice at first.

Her trembling gaze had been directed at Kitakami Yoru's anger.

Realizing this, she suppressed the urge to cover her mouth and scream, and quickly shifted her gaze away.

You absolutely cannot spoil a woman who is used to being high and mighty.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't pursuing Kasumigaoka Utaha, so why should he lick her face and be tolerant?

For Fujiwara Chika's sake?

"This is for the sake of you helping me and Chika; don't come bother me again."

The irritable Kitakami Yoru walked back to the bedroom holding Sansan.

Closing the door.

*Click*---

By the way, he also locked the bedroom door.

In the bright living room, Kasumigaoka Utaha completely relaxed and leaned back on the small sofa.

"That was close..."

"That guy Kitakami Yoru, was he scaring me, or was he for real..."

"Huff... lunatic..."

"Including Ethics-kun, men are all no good..."

Enjoying the joy of escaping the tiger's mouth, Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes and looked at the ceiling, a silly smile hanging on her lips.

Fortunately, fortunately.

But looking at it this way, Kitakami Yoru was at least trustworthy.

"I'm unscathed..."

"Except for my chin, it hurts so much from the bump..."

As the dopamine gradually faded and the excitement receded, Kasumigaoka Utaha touched her chin and stood up, supporting herself on the sofa.

She was so hungry.

Large amounts of acid were constantly being secreted, burning her stomach.

The bento she bought was placed casually on the table in front of the small sofa.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked hesitantly at Kitakami Yoru's bedroom door, took out two portions, and stepped on the cold floor with her smelly black-silk-clad feet.

She ran into the kitchen on tiptoe.

She looked around curiously and couldn't wait to use the microwave to heat the food.

She washed her hands and used her phone to call an Uber to take her home.

"So cold..."

It was past ten o'clock at night, and Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but sneeze from the cold.