Chapter 401

At the very moment the doors were about to close, Kasumigaoka Utaha's feet, wrapped in black silk stockings, uncontrollably overlapped. Enduring her shyness, she quickly said, "Next weekend, if I'm in a good mood, perhaps I can give you a little reward."

Inside the elevator, Kitakami Yoru was stunned, his eyes widening; by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

The elevator doors closed completely, and after a slight sway, it descended rapidly.

"Next weekend, huh?"

Kitakami Yoru tugged at his pants and gave a defiant, soft huff.

He returned home.

It was already midnight.

After resting on the small sofa for a while, Kitakami Yoru added cat food and water for San San, played with it for a bit, and then dragged out his yoga mat.

Just like usual, Kitakami Yoru began his workout, following his muscle-building plan.

Afterward, he brushed his teeth, washed up, and took a shower.

He set his alarm for Saturday morning and crawled under the covers.

A ray of warm sunlight broke through the clouds.

Seven o'clock sharp.

The alarm went off on time; Kitakami Yoru opened his eyes instantly and let out a yawn.

He threw off the quilt, rolled out of bed, and walked out lazily.

He had gone to sleep quite late last night.

It was probably two in the morning when Kitakami Yoru finally drifted off.

Five hours of sleep—he hadn't rested well, and his mind felt slightly exhausted.

He slumped onto the small sofa with San San sleeping beside him, and Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes to shake off the drowsiness.

Ten minutes later, after a good stretch, Kitakami Yoru finished washing up and went to the kitchen.

He reached into the fridge, took out a bottle of iced latte, twisted it open, and drank.

The coffee mixed with milk slid smoothly down Kitakami Yoru's throat...

"Refreshing."

Kitakami Yoru finished the bottle in two gulps and then began preparing breakfast.

He washed a few blueberries, peeled the cheapest banana in Japan, fried two eggs with little oil, and had a cup of barley tea.

Light and healthy.

After wolfing it down, Kitakami Yoru heard San San's wake-up meow, washed his hands, and walked out.

"Meow, meow..."

San San was also yawning, squinting its large amber eyes, and affectionately walked over to rub against Kitakami Yoru's feet.

"Good morning, San San."

Kitakami Yoru was in a pretty good mood; he picked up San San and tested its weight.

Geez, this little fat cat is really heavy.

With its pink, tiny-barbed tongue, San San licked the air toward Kitakami Yoru, rolled over, and began to act spoiled with sweet, soft meows.

"I'll give you some cat food; I might not be back tonight."

Kitakami Yoru gently stroked San San's head and carried it over to get the food.

He filled the bowl with a full day's worth of food, changed the water, and watched San San start to eat.

Kitakami Yoru smiled, walked back to the bedroom to put on a small shoulder bag, and tucked his phone into his pocket.

He locked the door and arrived at the door of Gabriel's apartment in one step.

"Gabriel, I'm here."

Kitakami Yoru knocked on the door and called out inside.

"Come in."

Gabriel gave Kitakami Yoru an immediate reply.

Twisting the doorknob, Kitakami Yoru walked naturally into Gabriel's apartment.

Kitakami Yoru took off his shoes and walked in, heading to the shower area.

He saw Gabriel with a head of messy blonde hair, brushing her teeth with a blank expression.

"Why would a cute girl like Gabriel get addicted to games and degenerate into a shut-in?"

"Eh..."

"Woo-woo... um... woo..."

Gabriel pushed her toothbrush with her small hand, her mouth and the area around her lips covered in thick foam, gesturing vaguely to Kitakami Yoru.

Without needing to hear clearly, Kitakami Yoru knew Gabriel was greeting him and asking for his help.

To tidy up her hair.

Gabriel was still quite short, and the mirror above the vanity in the shower area was hung a bit too high.

With her petite figure, Gabriel couldn't see herself in the mirror below her chin.

After all, it was a single-occupancy apartment.

Generally speaking, they were mostly occupied by adults.

The design and layout were intended for the tenants moving in.

"Okay, I know."

Kitakami Yoru made an 'OK' gesture, walked behind Gabriel, and used his hands to rake through that blonde hair.

It must have been washed yesterday; messy as it was, it was very smooth, with no tangles at all.

The hair quality was soft...

Standing behind Gabriel, Kitakami Yoru helped tidy her hair while watching Gabriel brush her teeth and wash her face.

A few minutes passed.

The head of blonde hair finally looked a bit more pleasant.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

Gabriel used a white towel to wipe her cute face and asked, looking at Kitakami Yoru in the mirror.

"I have. What time did you agree to meet that person?"

Kitakami Yoru inquired.

"Ten o'clock. There's still time."

Gabriel answered, scratching the floor with her pink, delicate toes.

After finishing up.

They went to Gabriel's bedroom.

Looking at the simple vanity, there were some skincare products piled up that looked like they hadn't been used in a long time.

"Gabriel, aren't you using these skincare products?"

Kitakami Yoru picked up a comb and curiously gestured toward the products.

"Too lazy to use them, and besides, they probably don't do much anyway."

Gabriel looked blankly at the mirror and answered listlessly.

"Is that so? Shall I give it a try?"

Kitakami Yoru suggested, freeing up one hand to reach in front of Gabriel.

The pure angel had no reaction and didn't resist Kitakami Yoru's movements.

"Mm-mm..."

He gently pinched Gabriel's cheek with his fingers; it was soft and bouncy, as tender as a baby's skin.

"Even Eriri seems to be a notch below; how did Gabriel grow up like this?"

Sighing, Kitakami Yoru helped Gabriel comb her hair and even fixed her bangs a little.

But just then...

On the top of her head, a single golden hair was very stubborn, sticking up like an ahoge.

He tried pressing it down several times, but it had no effect.

A helpless Kitakami Yoru crouched down to make his line of sight parallel, looking at Gabriel's style like a stylist.

"There's an ahoge, but it's fine; it makes you look even cuter."

He praised her without reservation and clapped his hands, signaling that the job was done. ===== CHAPTER 402 =====