Chapter 84

No... no...

Is he going to do something to me?

"Okasan, Okasan!"

Feeling that things were going badly, Eriri's anger was instantly replaced by fear, and she turned back to shout for her mother inside the house in a panic.

If there's danger, call mom first.

A very instinctive reaction.

She wanted to use this to intimidate Kitakami Yoru.

"Call, keep calling, louder."

Kitakami Yoru's chubby face was now twisted into a ball, beyond his own control.

The words coming out of his mouth, however, were unusually calm.

He just stood at the door, watching Eriri's panicked appearance.

"You dare? I'm warning you, my mom is upstairs, maybe sleeping."

"When she comes down, you're dead, bastard, get out of my house!"

"Otherwise I'll... I'll... show you!"

Eriri stared at Kitakami Yoru, her eyes filled with fear, and as for the other half.

It contained despair, regret, terror, and pain.

She wanted to run away.

But her petite body was soft, and she couldn't muster any strength in her legs, not knowing if it was because of fear or because Kitakami Yoru's punch had been too heavy.

"How about I drag you upstairs to find your Okasan?"

Kitakami Yoru's twisted expression squeezed out a smile, making Eriri feel numb inside, and she fell back onto the floor helplessly.

"Woo..."

Her little butt hit the floor hard, and Eriri pressed her back against the wall, kicking her legs desperately, trying to move backward.

She didn't even realize she was already pressed against the wall and couldn't move anywhere.

"Sawamura Eriri-san, your lies are too clumsy, aren't they?"

"Is your Okasan really home?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled and pushed the door behind him, closing it directly.

"You... what do you want to do..."

Eriri's heart skipped a beat, the door that represented her hope for escape closing, and the light dimming.

It dealt another violent psychological blow to Eriri, no less than Kitakami Yoru's heavy punch.

"What do I want to do? Of course, I'm here for revenge."

Kitakami Yoru smiled ferociously, put down his bag, and reached out with a large hand, walking slowly toward Eriri.

"Get lost, go die, I'll beat you to death, baka!"

Facing despair, Eriri didn't know where she got the strength and courage, jumping up from the floor, and kicked Kitakami Yoru with her white-stockinged feet that had been stinking all day.

This was a subconscious attack action in a fit of rage.

When Eriri's stinking white-stockinged feet kicked out, she realized she was no match at all and had to run away to have any hope.

Taking advantage of her body's flexibility, she twisted her waist hard and rushed into the house.

As long as she rushed into the room and locked the door, she would be safe.

And Kitakami Yoru would be dead!

Kitakami Yoru, who had made full preparations, had even prepared several plans and excuses for this.

As it turned out, Eriri had delivered herself to him, so he didn't need to use them.

Did he not think of small details like Eriri running away?

Eriri had only run a few steps and hadn't even left the entryway.

Kitakami Yoru chased after her directly, grabbed her Shuchiin uniform from behind, and pulled her back violently.

The quality of the top private school uniform, where the principal didn't take kickbacks, went without saying.

If it had been cheap goods, it might have ripped.

How much did Eriri wish her school uniform was of poor quality right now?

"The entryway is too big, sometimes that's not good either."

"Don't you think so, Sawamura Eriri-san?"

Kitakami Yoru said, lifting his hips and adjusting his position, sneering.

With a gentle pull, he dragged Eriri back.

For Eriri, it was a huge force, and she couldn't break free at all.

Kitakami Yoru wanted to break Eriri's spirit!

He wanted to take revenge for all the suffering he had endured, and finally make Eriri admit her mistake obediently and clear his name.

But...

"Don't... let me go..."

"Wait until my mom and dad come back, you're dead!"

"My dad is a diplomat and ambassador to Japan, if you're smart, let me go immediately!"

Eriri was struggling desperately, without the slightest intention of admitting her mistake.

"Get back here!"

Kitakami Yoru pulled hard, dragging the petite, cute loli back, her back against him, the disgusting shut-in otaku.

His other hand grabbed one of Eriri's twin-tails and gave it a fierce tug!

"! Ah!! Ah!"

The scalp has rich blood vessels and nerves, and pulling hair is the most painful thing.

Eriri's natural blonde twin-tails, which she was usually proud of, were now her pain!

In the luxuriously decorated, atmospheric, and extravagant European-style villa, Eriri's miserable, painful screams rang out.

Pain! Too painful!

"It's not over yet."

"It's only just begun, Sawamura Eriri-san."

Kitakami Yoru smiled ferociously and was about to toss Eriri to the ground.

His action paused for a moment.

In such a clean, luxurious villa, it wouldn't be good to get it dirty.

Kitakami Yoru held onto Eriri, who had lost control of her body from the pain, and his other large hand grabbed Eriri's brown women's loafers.

Afraid of getting his hands dirty, he hooked them with two fingers, shook them up and down a few times, and took the shoes off.

He did the same for the other one.

"Want to run, huh?"

Kitakami Yoru loosened his fist, extended a finger, and tickled Eriri's soles.

"Ahahaha... ha... itchy... itchy..."

"It's so itchy... ah ah... ahahaha... woo..."

"Woo woo woo... it's so itchy... stop tickling me... itchy... ahahaha..."

Eriri screamed crazily from the itch, snot and tears streaming down, and she couldn't even breathe smoothly.

This feeling was more uncomfortable than killing Eriri.

Sometimes, being itchy was more painful than pain.

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Kitakami Yoru confirmed that Eriri wouldn't be able to run away, so he tossed her to the ground again.

"Hoo~"

Exhaling a long breath, Kitakami Yoru clapped his hands gently, gazing at Eriri.

The gold treasure chest above Eriri's head slowly emerged.

Before, there was only a sliver, but now it was surging.

Physical contact could also speed up the progress; the more, the deeper the contact, the faster the progress bar?