Chapter 92

When Kitakami Yoru was learning to make fat-loss meals, he had studied this dish, but unfortunately, the steps were somewhat tedious and it required too many ingredients.

The conditions of the apartment he lived in were limited, so he had never made it.

Eriri’s villa was too luxurious both inside and out, and the kitchen was ridiculously large.

He took a Bai Yu abalone and a bag of large shrimp from the cold storage area, a bag of Qingkou, and then took onions, green and red peppers, and other auxiliary ingredients from the cold fresh area.

Kitakami Yoru put his schoolbag away, went to the kitchen, and started working happily.

The seafood was all freshly packed and chilled; the food eaten by such wealthy families certainly wouldn't be bad.

He started the pot to boil water, added some green onions, ginger, and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, and blanched the seafood.

Kitakami Yoru went to wash the rice and started soaking it.

It was a simple, homemade version, and everything was left to his own improvisation.

Chopping the side dishes...

The kitchen knife kept making sounds on the cutting board.

At this moment.

In the room, Eriri lay on the bed, covering her face, finally stopping her crying, recalling what Kitakami Yoru had said to her.

"That bastard finally left..."

"I... I..."

"He actually threatened me, not even letting me commit suicide!"

Eriri lay on the bed, avoiding pressing on her little bottom, which hurt.

She had indeed had thoughts of suicide.

But they were just thoughts.

She couldn't do that.

If she died, who would take care of her good sister, Izumi Sagiri?

Eriri treated Izumi Sagiri completely as her own, truly regarding her as her sister.

Her weight and status in her heart were on par with her childhood friend, Aki Tomoya.

Sometimes when Aki Tomoya made her angry, she had to choose between the two.

Eriri would absolutely, without hesitation, tip the scales toward Izumi Sagiri and choose Izumi Sagiri.

"As long as... as long as he breaks his promise and still wants to come and bully me, I'll fight him to the death!"

"Hmph, hmph!..."

A look of determination appeared in Eriri's eyes.

She did not want her precious body to be touched by that disgusting, fat otaku again.

This was all Eriri was worried about at the moment.

With the leverage of being a servant and the leverage of stealing Kasumigaoka Utaha's stockings and panties in the other person's hands, it would be strange if she felt at ease.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Eriri's shrunken little belly also growled.

From yesterday afternoon until now, Eriri hadn't eaten a single thing, only drinking a little water.

And that disgusting fat otaku had made her, who was incredibly thirsty, do squats while watching him eat bread and drink milk.

In the end, Eriri had even thought the fat otaku was being kind enough to let her drink milk.

As it turned out, he was just toying with her.

After taking only two small sips, poor, weak, and helpless Eriri had milk splashed all over her face, with it getting into her hair and on her face.

Next, she was splashed on her bottom and feet.

She was even ordered to lick it clean like a little dog.

Of course, she didn't do it.

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"That bastard..."

Eriri gritted her teeth and cursed angrily, while forcing herself to get up despite the pain.

Excessive exercise would strain muscles and cause soreness all over the body.

Eriri had been toyed with and subjected to military-style training for almost the whole night.

She would definitely have to lie in bed for several days; there was no escaping that.

"Fortunately, the one silver lining in this misfortune is that the pervert didn't visit my room."

Eriri lay on the bed, enduring the hunger.

It hurt too much; she really couldn't move.

Let's just take it slow for now.

"If he saw that I'm a doujin artist, that I'm Kashiwagi Eri, I'd be even more finished!"

Eriri comforted herself, thinking thankfully.

After lying on the bed for a little while longer, Eriri wanted to get up again, but the tearing pain in her body almost made her think her body had broken into several pieces.

Her heart was filled with even more hatred and fear of Kitakami Yoru, and she fell into endless silence again.

Her mood was like a ball of yarn, and her thoughts were like a piece of deadwood in a vast, turbulent sea, rising and falling, not knowing where they would drift with the waves.

Fear... excruciating pain... regret... anger...

But there was no more self-reproach.

Eriri believed that she and Kitakami Yoru were even.

Her life was truly ruined.

She was no longer worthy of Tomoya...

Who could know what poor Eriri was thinking in her heart?

Downstairs, in Eriri's kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru held high-end maifan stone cookware, constantly stirring the golden rice with a spatula.

He discovered that he had a talent for cooking.

On his first attempt, he successfully made this seafood rice.

The fragrance of the rice had already drifted out; although it couldn't be called authentic, it was definitely delicious.

"Time to add the seafood."

Kitakami Yoru first inserted the essential Qingkou into the golden rice, placing them in the outermost layer.

Next were the large shrimp.

Finally, the crystal-clear slices of Bai Yu abalone, snow-white and very tender and smooth.

Even though they were dead, they were still succulent and juicy when sliced.

"It's a pity it's not raw, otherwise I could eat it raw..."

It was well-known that Japanese people liked to eat sashimi, and Kitakami Yoru was no exception.

After adding the seafood, Kitakami Yoru put a few fresh little chrysanthemums into the pot.

He didn't know what variety they were; their color was almost indistinguishable from the abalone, and they were quite rare, being a tender pink.

Seafood rice needed basil leaves to increase the aroma and suppress the fishy smell of the seafood.

Eriri's refrigerator didn't even have cilantro, so he just found the chrysanthemums and Kitakami Yoru simply put them in; the effect should be the same.

"Just wait for it to be thoroughly cooked."

Kitakami Yoru clapped his hands, washed them clean, grabbed a handful of cherries, and popped them into his mouth.

After eating the cherries, there were plenty of delicious things in the refrigerator.

It was early July now, and summer had long since arrived.

Kitakami Yoru tore open a milky-white popsicle and started licking it while waiting for the seafood rice to cook.

Let's just consider it a reward for a successful revenge~

Time passed bit by bit.

The fragrance of the seafood rice gradually drifted out of the kitchen and snuck into Eriri's room through the crack in the door.

"It hurts so much, that damn bastard fat otaku..."

Eriri could endure hunger, but she couldn't endure thirst.

Her five fingers trembled wildly, blue veins bulged on her fair, lotus-root-like arms, and her palms supported her on the ground.