Chapter 88

Kitakami Yoru stepped back a few paces, raised the camera in his hand, and aimed it at the arrogant young lady who was huddled in the corner, hair disheveled, covered in bruises, weak and pitiful!

"Click—"

Started filming.

Eriri was stunned.

Looking at the disgusting shut-in otaku in front of her, shirtless, holding a camera.

And she was sitting on the floor, in an extremely miserable state.

Broken into, beaten and humiliated, huddled in a corner, forced to face the lens...

Eriri's occupational disease couldn't control her thoughts, and she started imagining things again...

She opened her cherry-red mouth, stained with dried tear marks and blood...

A few minutes later.

Eriri closed her eyes, facing the soft yellow warm light, and shed tears filled with complex emotions.

"Very good."

Kitakami Yoru breathed a sigh of relief, but it wasn't enough, and he continued to hold the camera.

"Then, apologize to me."

"Sumimasen, sumimasen, I'm very sorry..."

Eriri opened her eyes again and apologized to the disgusting shut-in otaku who was standing generously in her boudoir.

Her usual spirited, crisp, and cute voice was gone, replaced by a hoarse and unpleasant one.

"Is that how you apologize? Sawamura Eriri-san, do you know the damage you've caused me?"

Kitakami Yoru frowned.

If he didn't have the means to completely keep Eriri in check, he definitely would have done something even more excessive.

As for how excessive.

Also, the progress bar for the gold treasure chest was soaring, and it was more than halfway full now!

Eriri felt it wasn't enough either and apologized again very seriously.

This time, it was very serious and sincere.

If apologies were useful, what would the police be for?

Kitakami Yoru didn't want it either; he just wanted to humiliate Eriri.

"Use dogeza, head on the floor, butt in the air, you don't need me to teach you, right?"

Kitakami Yoru shook his head gently.

"You... damn it!"

"Hiss, it hurts!"

Eriri opened her mouth out of habit, about to curse, but stopped herself just in time.

Dogeza!

This posture represented abandoning everything, abandoning one's dignity, and begging someone in Japan.

Simply put, it could be understood as a puppy pleasing its master, wanting a bone.

Kitakami Yoru actually wanted her to do this posture to apologize to him.

Eriri felt a bit ashamed and angry, and a little bit annoyed, but she understood it wasn't actually too much.

However, Eriri, who was born arrogant and spoiled since childhood, how could she open her mouth to a disgusting shut-in otaku and make such a lowly apology?

Kitakami Yoru didn't pay attention to Eriri, nor did he urge her.

Instead, he started thinking about what he should eat for dinner, as he was truly hungry.

After his great revenge, should he celebrate a little and have a big meal?

Even when he opened the gold treasure chest on Kato Megumi's head and successfully left the hospital, he hadn't had the thought of celebrating.

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Eriri sat on the floor, struggling countless times in her heart, and finally convinced herself.

She knew that if she didn't listen, she would definitely receive even harsher punishment!

The fear in her heart overcame Eriri's usual arrogance, her petite body trembling constantly as she lay on the ground.

Her palms and arms were pressed tightly against the floor, arranged in a line, her palms facing the floor, moving very, very slowly.

She lowered her head, which had been incomparably arrogant since she was a child, as if time had crossed countless light-years before Eriri's forehead touched the back of her hands.

Finally, she gritted her teeth hard, her face turning red from shyness and anger.

"I remember the dogeza posture, the butt isn't supposed to be pressed that low, right?"

Kitakami Yoru felt a trace of the pleasure of revenge in his heart, walked toward Eriri with the camera, and filmed at the same time.

Without leaving a single handle for Eriri to feel ashamed, how could he make Eriri fear him and reach that so-called balance, that so-called degree.

"If only the treasure chest could open up something good."

Kitakami Yoru thought in his heart again.

Having already assumed this posture of abandoning all dignity, Eriri was no longer arrogant, and her heart was filled with fear.

She listened obediently to Kitakami Yoru's words and stuck her little butt high in the air.

She knew that in dogeza, the butt didn't need to be stuck that high at all; it was completely Kitakami Yoru humiliating her.

"He grabbed my twin-tails before, and now he's forcing me to record these videos, and making me stick my butt up, and praising me for being cute, super cute..."

"It's already so late... he must know mom and dad aren't in Japan... did he see it on the news?"

"He wouldn't... no...!"

Eriri suddenly thought of this and looked up in terror!

At this moment, Kitakami Yoru had finished filming and retreated to his original spot.

"Is that enough? I'll give you another twenty million, okay?"

Eriri asked in a panic.

"Not yet, let's change to another way of apologizing."

Kitakami Yoru thought thoughtfully.

"What else do you want?"

Eriri, wearing thick white stockings, stepped on the floor, nervous to the point of needing to pee.

But fortunately, Kitakami Yoru just wanted her to change her apology posture.

Dogeza was already a super shameful posture, what else could there be?

"I remember Sawamura Eriri-san is usually very arrogant, spirited, looks down on me, calls me a shut-in otaku, and rolls her eyes at me."

"Why don't you cross your arms, lift your little head, and while looking at me with contempt, looking down on me, roll your eyes and apologize to me?"

After Kitakami Yoru said this, Eriri was stunned directly.

This...

What kind of things were these?

"Disgusting pervert, disgusting, sex fiend, go die..."

Eriri couldn't help but curse Kitakami Yoru in her heart, cursing while feeling guilty, just hoping Kitakami Yoru would stop immediately and pull back from the brink.

Afterward.

Eriri still shyly cooperated with the request, crossed her white arms, lifted her arrogant little head, her blonde twin-tails swaying behind her, rolled her eyes, and looked at Kitakami Yoru with great contempt.

"Sumimasen, sorry, sorry... hontou ni sumimasen..."

By the end, Eriri really couldn't hold it anymore, covered her face, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The shut-in otaku is so disgusting!

"One last time, and that's it."

Kitakami Yoru had mind-reading and had also speculated about Eriri's general personality.

She almost treated her face as her life, truly arrogant beyond measure.

"Hurry up, you pervert, what else do you want?"

Eriri stomped her foot in anxiety and anger, her face covered in a red slap mark, swollen like a pig's head, her hair disheveled, and her uniform crooked.

"Finally, kneel down, learn to bark like a dog, and crawl over here to me!"

"Get on your knees, imitate a dog barking, and crawl over to me!"