Chapter 89
This was almost home, so Eriri told a lie, wanting to intimidate Kitakami Yoru.
"Your parents aren't home, they've returned to England, and with the new Prime Minister A-san taking office, they won't be back for a while, right?" Kitakami Yoru thought, his long-suppressed anger about to explode!
It seems he really likes money.
Eriri breathed a sigh of relief and led Kitakami Yoru to her front door.
The camera wasn't the connected kind.
Kitakami Yoru didn't really care.
But it was best not to let Eriri's family know.
Eriri took out her key, opened the outermost iron gate of the wall, and stared at Kitakami Yoru guardedly as she pulled it open.
"You... no, no, no, you're not allowed to come in, we agreed."
Eriri slipped inside, grabbed the iron gate, and said in a panic.
"I won't go into the house inside, okay?"
"Also, now I want fifteen million!"
Kitakami Yoru suddenly laughed again.
"You bastard, disgusting, go die..."
Eriri was stunned at first, but she wasn't very angry.
Instead, she felt more at ease.
As long as he likes money.
This could prove even more that Kitakami Yoru likes money, making her feel at ease.
Kitakami Yoru successfully entered the iron gate.
Inside Eriri's house, the yard had been planted as a garden, and there was a tree very close to the second-floor balcony of the villa.
If she were a bit thinner, maybe she could climb the tree...
"Stay away from me, my mom is probably cleaning right now."
"Don't make any noise, or she'll hear you."
Eriri kept a distance of more than three meters from Kitakami Yoru at all times, still carrying a trace of vigilance.
Besides.
Kitakami Yoru wouldn't dare do anything to her, right?
He was so cowardly at school.
His performance when misunderstood by Kasumigaoka Utaha was even worse...
The yard was very large, with a walkway in the middle and gardens on both sides, floating with a faint floral fragrance.
Kitakami Yoru took a deep breath, seeing the villa getting closer and closer, staring fixedly at the door.
It was a smart lock...
"Alright, you just stand here."
"Oh-ka-san, I'm home."
About five meters away, Eriri stopped, turned back to warn Kitakami Yoru, and pretended to call inside.
If Eriri could calm down, she would notice something was wrong.
Unfortunately, if one could calm down at will, many conflicts in the world could be avoided.
"Good."
Kitakami Yoru saw the time was ripe, and his long-suppressed, twisted anger exploded completely.
Tokyo temperature, reaching 4500 degrees Celsius!
Eriri turned her head back and had only taken a few steps, preparing to open the door.
At this moment, the fat Kitakami Yoru moved, ready to go.
He slammed into Eriri from behind with his body!
As he ran, the dust on the ground was shaken away!
The petite Eriri was caught off guard and sent flying, falling to the ground.
"Ah! It hurts!"
The size difference between Eriri and Kitakami Yoru, naturally, didn't need to be said.
Kitakami Yoru's thigh alone could probably crush the poor, petite Eriri.
Eriri let out a sound of pain subconsciously, her mind blank; the matter was too sudden, she didn't have time to react.
"Sawamura Eriri-san..."
At this moment, Kitakami Yoru, whose expression was no different from a madman, walked up with big strides.
Eriri's body gave a jolt, and she struggled to turn over: "You... this is bad..."
Before Eriri could speak, Kitakami Yoru's chubby hand grabbed Eriri's twin tails, which countless boys in school dreamed of grabbing.
With a fierce tug, Eriri felt her scalp being torn open, and her body was pulled up.
Kitakami Yoru clenched his five fingers and smashed a fist into Eriri's stomach.
"Pfft~"
Eriri spat out a mouthful of saliva, her eyes bulging like she had hyperthyroidism, her body curled into a shrimp shape, her mouth wide open.
"Sawamura Eriri, do you know what you've done to me?"
Kitakami Yoru shouted crazily, pulling Eriri's single ponytail, dragging the dog-like Eriri to the door.
Fingerprint unlock.
The door opened.
He went straight in, throwing the dog-like Eriri onto the floor.
Locked the door.
(Looking at the ball, updates are all at night, I'll try to update in the first half of the night, if it's late, it's the second half)
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3: Rolling eyes while apologizing?
Holding Eriri's ponytail with one hand, Kitakami Yoru pulled up Eriri's fragrant, soft, fair little hand and pressed her finger onto the fingerprint lock.
"Click—"
The fingerprint lock emitted a light and sound, and the door opened.
Kitakami Yoru pulled Eriri in, and without looking, threw Eriri into the entrance hall.
"Good guy."
"The entrance hall alone is as big as my apartment's small bedroom."
"No wonder she asked for ten million, plus another five million, and agreed without even thinking."
Kitakami Yoru's family wasn't that wealthy, and seeing the luxury of Eriri's house, he inevitably had some thoughts of a country bumpkin.
Just like how Tokyo people look down on people from other parts of Japan.
Eriri fell to the floor like a dead dog, her petite body hitting the hard tile floor, making a sound.
"So painful..."
"Hiss..."
She rolled on the entrance floor for a while, groaning in pain, wanting to distract herself from the pain coming from all over her body.
Kitakami Yoru didn't continue to act, but took off his shoes and threw them at the door casually.
Having stayed in the hospital for so long, he had developed a bit of a germaphobia.
"Bastard, what are you doing?!"
"Are you crazy..."
Eriri finally regained control of her body from the pain, and while leaning against the wall to stand up, she glared at the disgusting fat otaku in front of her.
Suddenly attacking her!
Sending her flying, breaking into her house...
As the words fell, Eriri's little hand leaning against the wall couldn't help but start trembling, and in the end, she failed to stand up successfully.
She had to barely lean against the wall, standing, staring at Kitakami Yoru in panic and anger.
Her heart realized something was wrong.
She was home alone, broken into by a disgusting fat otaku... ===== CHAPTER 90 =====
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