Chapter 95

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

"Click—"

Started filming.

Eriri was stunned.

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

And she was sitting on the floor, looking incredibly miserable.

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

Eriri's occupational disease couldn't control itself and she started thinking the wrong way...

Opened her cherry little mouth with dried tear stains and blood stains...

A few minutes later.

Eriri closed her eyes, facing the soft yellow warm light, and shed tears full of 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 fat otaku who was standing generously in her boudoir.

The usual clear and cute voice was gone, replaced by hoarseness.

"Is that what an apology is? Sawamura Eriri, 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 through!

Eriri heard this and felt it wasn't enough, so she apologized again very seriously and sincerely.

This time it was very serious and sincere.

If an apology was useful, why would we need the police?

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

"Use seiza, head on the floor, butt sticking up, you don't need me to teach you, right?"

Kitakami Yoru shook his head gently.

"You... damn it!"

"Hiss, it hurts!"

Eriri habitually opened her mouth to curse, but stopped herself in time.

Seiza!

This posture represents abandoning everything, abandoning one's dignity, and praying to someone in Japan.

Simply put, it can be understood as a puppy pleasing its master, wanting to eat 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 that it wasn't actually too much.

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

Kitakami Yoru didn't pay attention to Eriri, and didn't urge her.

Instead, he started thinking about what he should eat for dinner tonight, as he was really 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 after being discharged, he didn't have the idea of celebrating.

【Modified】

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 more severe punishment!

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

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

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

Finally, she bit her teeth tightly, her face flushed red from shyness and anger.

"I remember the seiza posture, the butt doesn't seem to be pressed that low, right?"

Kitakami Yoru felt a sense of revenge in his heart, raised the camera, and walked toward Eriri, filming at the same time.

365 degrees without dead ends, from all directions.

Without leaving a handle for Eriri to be 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 something good."

Kitakami Yoru thought in his heart again.

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

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

She knew that in seiza, the butt didn't need to be stuck up 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 horror!

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

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

Eriri asked in a panic.

"Still not enough, let's change to another way of apologizing."

Kitakami Yoru thought thoughtfully.

"What else do you want?"

Eriri, wearing thick white silk socks, stepped on the floor, so nervous she had to pee.

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

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

"I remember Sawamura Eriri-san is usually very arrogant, high and mighty, looking down on me, calling me a fat otaku, and rolling her eyes at me."

"Why doesn't Sawamura Eriri-san cross her arms, lift her little head, and while looking at me with contempt, looking down on me, roll her eyes and apologize to me?"

After Kitakami Yoru said this, Eriri was stunned directly.

This...

What was he saying?

"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 fair arms, lifted her arrogant little head, her blonde twin tails swinging behind her, rolling her eyes, looking at Kitakami Yoru with great contempt.

"Sumimasen, sorry, sorry... honto 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 fat otaku is so disgusting!

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

Kitakami Yoru had mind-reading, and he had also speculated on Eriri's general personality.

Almost treating face as life, really arrogant beyond measure.

"Hurry up and say it, you pervert, what else do you want?"

Eriri stomped her foot anxiously and angrily; it was just that there was a red slap mark on her face, swollen like a pig, her hair was disheveled, and her uniform was crooked.

"Finally, kneel down, learn to bark like a dog, and crawl over here to me!" ===== CHAPTER 96 =====