Chapter 99

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

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

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

He took a white jade abalone, a bag of large shrimp, a bag of mussels from the cold storage, and took onions, green and red peppers, and other auxiliary ingredients from the fresh food section.

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

The seafood was all fresh and packed cold; the food eaten by such a wealthy family definitely wasn't bad.

He started the pot, boiled water, added some green onion, 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, everything was up to him to play with.

Cutting the side dishes...

The kitchen knife made sounds on the cutting board continuously.

At this moment.

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

"This bastard finally left..."

"I... I..."

"Actually threatened me, not even letting me commit suicide!"

Eriri lay on the bed, avoiding pressing on her little butt, 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 Izumi Sagiri, her good sister?

Eriri treated Izumi Sagiri 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, it was a choice between the two.

Eriri would absolutely, without hesitation, tilt the scales toward Izumi Sagiri, choosing Izumi Sagiri.

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

"Heh, hmph!..."

Eriri's eyes revealed strength.

She didn't want her precious body to be touched by that disgusting dead fatty 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 party's hands, it would be strange if she felt at ease.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Eriri's shrunken little stomach also growled.

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

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

In the end, Eriri had thought the dead fatty was kind enough to give her milk.

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

After only taking two small sips, the pitiful, weak, and helpless Eriri had milk splashed all over her face, on her hair and face.

Next, she was drenched on her butt and feet.

She was also asked to lick it clean like a puppy.

Of course, she didn't do it.

【Modified】

"That bastard..."

Eriri cursed through gritted teeth, while forcing herself to get up despite the pain.

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

Eriri had been teased and put through military training for almost an entire night.

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

"Fortunately, the silver lining in the misfortune is that the dead 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 take it slow for now.

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

Eriri comforted herself, thinking with relief.

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

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

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

Fear... agonizing... regret... anger...

But there was no more self-blame.

Eriri thought that she and Kitakami Yoru were even.

Her life was truly ruined.

She wasn't worthy of Tomoya anymore...

Who could know what the pitiful Eriri was thinking?

Downstairs, in the kitchen of Eriri's house.

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

He discovered 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 mussels into the golden rice, placing them on the outermost layer.

Next, the large shrimp.

Finally, the crystal-clear white jade abalone slices, snow-white and very tender.

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

"Too bad it's not raw, otherwise I could eat it raw..."

Japanese people's love for sashimi was well-known, 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, pink and tender, quite rare.

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

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

"Just wait until it's thoroughly cooked."

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

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

It was early July; 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.

Just consider it a reward for successful revenge~

Time passed bit by bit.

The fragrance of the seafood rice gradually drifted out of the kitchen, sneaking into Eriri's room through the door crack.

"So painful, damn bastard dead fatty..."

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

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