Chapter 382

It wasn't that she suffered from paranoia or stalking.

She was sure, and the facts were indeed so.

Someone was stalking her.

What she needed to see was for anxiety, taking some medication to help alleviate her mood...

After being in a daze for a long time, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally got up with difficulty, pounding her sore waist and back.

"Having such a dream, it really shouldn't be..."

Her white, bare feet were pulled out from the quilt, Kasumigaoka Utaha turned over and got out of bed, yawned, and put on her slippers.

The dream she had wasn't just this one where she was forced to the clouds by Kitakami Yoru.

There was another one.

It could be said to be completely independent, or it could be said to be the same dream with a different timeline.

In the first one, she dreamed that Aki Tomoya and Eriri were together intimately all day.

She went to question Aki Tomoya in dissatisfaction, and the result...

Without any surprise, Aki Tomoya decisively chose Eriri and said sorry to her...

In the second dream, it started with school letting out, and Kitakami Yoru came to greet her, unhappy as she was.

Afterward...

"Damn, what a disgusting and strange dream, I can't remember it..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, sitting on the toilet, pushed her temples hard.

Dreams are intermittent and have unreasonable things happen.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't recall it all, or maybe that dream didn't have the middle part.

Later, it was her letting Kitakami Yoru take her to an adult hotel...

"Mm... damn it, damn it!"

The tissue in her hand was crumpled by Kasumigaoka Utaha, and she cursed in shame and anger with a red face.

The details of the process of dreaming that she was taken to a hotel by Kitakami Yoru were clear and real, as if it had really happened in reality.

What kind of ghost dream is this?!

"Fake, it's all fake, huff..."

Her full chest rose and fell, and Kasumigaoka Utaha bit her silver teeth in shame as she thought.

She had already tried desperately to dispel the strange thoughts in her mind, but it was of no use at all.

The most fatal thing is.

Now, when Kasumigaoka Utaha recalls it, her face burns, and she wants to slap herself twice.

"Really strange..."

"In the dream, I was clearly threatened and forced, but the me in the dream didn't have much anger or resentment..."

"And... and..."

"Pfft... and felt comfortable?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes, felt a numbness in her tailbone, and spat lightly, her face turning red.

While washing, she took a shower before coming out.

"I'll go out and buy some medicine to take later."

Wiping her wet hair, the incredibly real feedback from the dream was temporarily wiped away by the hot shower.

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened the refrigerator and patted her slightly flushed face hard.

Collecting her thoughts, she detached herself from last night's dream.

But then she remembered.

Last night, she had gone crazy.

Sitting on Kitakami Yoru's abdomen, unwilling to leave.

She even used her feet to slap Kitakami Yoru's face lightly, and stepped on him many times!

"Ah ah ah!"

Recalling it now, Kasumigaoka Utaha regretted it so much she wanted to find a piece of tofu and crash into it!

"I must have been crazy..."

"Lunatic, contacting this guy Kitakami Yoru..."

"Almost let him..."

"It's all him, scaring me, making me have such a nightmare..."

Shaking her head desperately, venting the thick shame and anger in her heart, Kasumigaoka Utaha barely swallowed her breakfast in anxiety.

Even drinking milk was difficult, her stomach constantly regurgitating.

Uncomfortable.

After eating a little bit, she simply stopped eating, and Kasumigaoka Utaha's white, tender feet, adorned with blue-green nail polish, slipped into her slippers.

Dragging her weary body, she fell back onto the bed.

Continuing to sleep...

Kitakami Yoru, who was in Hiratsuka Shizuka's Japanese class, had no idea that he had been inexplicably blamed by Kasumigaoka Utaha.

49: Megumi wouldn't like me, would she?

The short morning time didn't last long.

Noon break arrived.

The members of the popular group gathered together to share food.

Kitakami Yoru left as usual, carrying the convenience store bento Kasumigaoka Utaha bought last night, to go to the secret small pavilion to eat.

On the way.

He met two girls who boldly came up to chat, and Kitakami Yoru refused decisively with a cold face.

Originally, he thought that after being refused, the other party would be unhappy.

Or, as if they were angry from embarrassment, but Kitakami Yoru heard them say he was cold and liked him even more.

"Do I look that good?"

"Asked Eriri stupidly before, was sprayed by her for being narcissistic, but she said I looked pretty good..."

Downstairs, Kitakami Yoru took out his phone to look at himself.

He felt it was okay.

As Sakurajima Mai said, he was a little handsome and good-looking.

As usual, he bought a bottle of black coffee, waited for Kato Megumi, who was eating together, and walked to the small pavilion.

"Megumi, good noon."

"You're wearing a summer school uniform, won't you be cold in the morning?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"I brought a jacket, I won't be cold when I take it off at noon."

Kato Megumi's expression was as flat as ever, and after speaking, she looked up at the sky.

Retracting her gaze, she looked at Kitakami Yoru and continued to ask: "Eating bento today?"

"Yeah, didn't have time to make lunch."

Kitakami Yoru opened the coffee and took a sip.

Walking into the small pavilion, he sat in his familiar seat.

"Kitakami-kun, do you have time this weekend?"

Kato Megumi pretended to be nonchalant as she opened her lunch box and issued an invitation to Kitakami Yoru.

"Huh? Ha?"

Kitakami Yoru was so surprised he almost choked on the black coffee in his throat.

Was he poking a hornet's nest of weekend holidays today?

Three people in a row were asking for his weekend holiday.

"Are... are you not free?"

Kato Megumi instantly became nervous, her bright eyes widening slightly.

"That... not necessarily, this..."