Heroine Regret 105

Heroine Regret 105

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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It’s like a new feeling for the spicy sister, Kitagawa.

After splitting up with Shinomiya Kaguya and Hayasaka Ai, they didn’t stay outside for long.

Time is running out.

They quickly boarded a homebound train and went to spend a weekend with their parents.

They also decided to celebrate the fact that their father got promoted after being compensated by Shinomiya Kaguya.

“I think my parents probably don’t know, thinking it’s all because of me being wrongfully accused.”

“They might be pretty happy about this.”

The sun was almost completely down when Kitagami Yoru returned home. He knocked on the door and thought,

“thump-thump—”

After a few knocks, his mother, Kitagami Megumi, opened the door to greet him.

“The son is back, husband!”

The husband’s promotion and raise brought not just happiness but also a spring breeze for both wife and husband.

“I should have been there on time; I ended up keeping them waiting.”

Kitagami Yoru forced out a faint smile.

As long as the parents are happy, it’s fine.

“The son is back?”

The father, Kitagami Hougai, appeared at the door, his face red with excitement and full of energy.

“This timing is perfect for washing hands before eating dinner.”

Kitagami Megumi received a message in the afternoon and closed the flower shop early to come home and prepare dinner. The family celebrated together.

“Congratulations on your father’s promotion,” Kitagami Yoru said with a cooperative smile.

“I’m giving you an increase in pocket money and living expenses,” Kitagami Hougai tossed some cash.

In his level of the financial industry, a promotion means at least a 30% raise in salary!

Don’t underestimate that 30%!

“Thank you, Dad,” Kitagami Yoru feigned a very happy expression.

The family enjoyed a lavish dinner together, filled with joy.

Tokyo in early autumn didn’t lose its vitality just because it required wearing a coat to go out.

In fact, Japanese people love this kind of weather.

With their spirits high, the parents decided to take the family out for a drive. They hadn’t gone out to play together in a long time.

They got into Megumi’s comfortable Elmina SUV, while Yoru sat alone in the back, playing his phone.

Kitagawa Marin replied to his message ten minutes ago,

and also sent him a private message asking if he could add him on LINE.

“She wants to add me?” Kitagami Yoru didn’t overthink it; he was just a bit surprised.

His short video account had nothing posted, not even the default profile picture.

“What do you want to add me for?” Kitagami Yoru typed back.

Just as Kitagawa Marin was watching her favorite cosplayer’s live stream, a message popped up from Yoru. She opened it immediately.

“I really want to ask you—do you always tell the truth or do you lie sometimes?” The golden-haired spicy sister was relaxing in the bath.

Alone at home, she leads a single-parent life as her father often works outside and is away from home.

“Okay, fine. Add me,” Kitagami Yoru sent his LINE details.

Within a day, he got added by two golden-haired sisters—were they real or fake?

That’s just too lucky!

“That’s really long and beautiful, so it must be super popular. I can’t believe how lucky you are to have such a thing….”

Kitagami Yoru opened the main page of Kitagawa Marin and clicked on an image at random, starting to browse through it.

It’s really good!

It gives off a fresh and lively feeling of youth, making me feel like a young girl.

At Shuchiin Academy, she’s definitely made many boys fall for her and try to approach her.

Not long after that, Kitagami Yoru received a friend request from Kitagawa Marin.

She left a comment but didn’t reveal her identity.

There’s no need to; if she sees a beautiful girl, she can’t even walk straight.

And she doesn’t plan to get into any deep conversation with him either.

“First time meeting you, hi, smiley yellow bean….” Kitagawa Marin probably didn’t intend to befriend Kitagami Yoru and didn’t introduce herself.

“The truth is, cos is really bad. The clothes and styling are just a big mess; it’s completely unacceptable.”

Elva slowly stopped at the red crosswalk, while Kitagami Yoru looked ahead and sent a harsh string of criticism.

She hesitated for a moment before sending it.

Well, she doesn’t care what Kitagawa Marin thinks about him.

It’s impossible that they would just exchange a few messages and suddenly become close, leading to a web romance that becomes physical?

“But, well, there is something good about her—she’s very attractive.”

Kitagami Yoru quickly typed out a response and sent it.

“Wow… this is so frustrating…. It really hurts my feelings!”

Kitagawa Marin stood up from the bath, exposing her perfect body to the air.

Her black-painted nails and white, bone-like feet stepped out of the bathtub.

Kitagawa Marin slightly frowned, staring at Kitagami Yoru’s message and looking a bit upset.

She took a step forward and didn’t respond to his messages yet, picking up a towel to dry herself off.

Wearing a loose pink one-piece sleepwear, she walked out of the bathroom while typing her reply.

“Thank you…. You sure are direct!”

Her upset expression quickly faded away, and instead, a small smile appeared on her face.

Because Kitagami Yoru’s sincerity moved her!

Before this, Kitagawa Marin had received many private messages due to her high popularity.

She asked those people the same questions she was about to ask Kitagami Yoru.

And the results…

They were all just flattering her, pretending to be friendly and trying to set up a date with her.

Meeting them gave her a new feeling—she felt curious about Kitagami Yoru.

“Who’s the person on the other side?”

Kitagawa Marin went to the fridge, took out an ice-covered face mask, and sat down in the living room.

Kitagami Yoru’s main page, including her LINE profile, was clean and neat, like a small account.

“You said you wanted to listen, but there’s nothing good about it.”

Kitagami Yoru replied.

“Do you have any advice for me? Like, what should I do?”

“Also, are you a boy?”

Kitagawa Marin guessed.

“What should I do? Cos, it’s just about making clothes and styling them, right?”

“There’s nothing I can suggest. I’m a boy.”

Kitagami Yoru, who was bored, chatted with Kitagawa Marin for more than half an hour.

“Buying ready-made cosplay outfits isn’t as meaningful as making them yourself, and it doesn’t always fit perfectly…”

Kitagawa Marin had a mask on her face, lying in the bed.

“I won’t say any more. I have something to do.”

Kitagami Yoru asked her parents to get out of the car and ended the chat decisively.

“Huh?”

The girl in bed waiting for a reply to the message stopped humming a little tune.

“No way… you don’t want to continue chatting with me?”

Kitagawa Marin had never been treated like this since she was a child. Suddenly, she felt itchy and turned over.

Ginza.

It is known as the world’s three most prosperous centers together with the Champs Elysees in Paris and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York.

It gathers countless luxury commercial brands from all over the world.

Kitagami Yoru thinks that Japan is the best.

There are no black uncles who rob people and buy things for free, Arabs with headscarves, and no racial discrimination.

“I want to buy, buy, buy today!”

In addition to shopping, women’s favorite thing is food.

Even if they don’t like it, they won’t hate it.

“Buy, buy, buy!”

Kitagami Hougai said confidently, walking side by side with his wife.

Yoru became a stunningly good-looking background figure on his own.

“Why did you come out and pull me along?”

Tightly wrapping his clothes, Kitagami Yoru followed silently behind, with both hands in his coat pockets.

Tokyo’s Silver Square is divided into several blocks. At night, Japan’s lights are more vibrant and colorful than during the day.

The streets are packed with people, and luxury cars are everywhere.

Brands like Porsche and Lexus, which are considered luxurious, seem ordinary here, attracting only occasional tourists who glance at them as they pass by.

No one pays attention to them.

Kitagami Yoru watched her parents walk into the Bulgari Building, and she stopped on the street, looking up at the golden snake decoration coiled on the surface of the building, which was really shocking!

Time passed quietly, and the temperature quietly dropped a few degrees.

After buying a lot of bags, five or six shopping bags, her mother Kitagami Megumi walked on the street contentedly.

Tomorrow is the weekend.

Financial companies not only make a lot of money, but also have excellent benefits, and usually rarely work overtime.

On weekends, the market is closed…

The business volume has been cut by at least one third.

So.

Kitagami Megumi and Kitagami Hougai discussed it, and decided to go to the bar to drink after being tired of shopping.

Of course, they went to a romantic bar.

Have you seen that boss who jumps on the dance floor every day in a disco?

“No one under 18 is allowed to enter…”

Kitagami Yoru muttered, Standing in front of the elevator on the first floor.

My parents had already gone in, completely ignoring Kitagami Yoru’s intention.

“What should I do? If someone checks me, I’ll have to wait outside.”

Kitagami Yoru opened his mouth to ask.

“You came here with us. Who would stop you?”

The father, Kitagami Hougai, waved his hand.

Bars have a strict ban on minors. The more upscale the place, the stricter the rules.

Kitagami Yoru walked into the elevator, and after his mother asked for the floor, she pressed the eleventh floor.

The bar has three floors, with the eleventh floor being the VIP lounge.

Kitagami Yoru looked curious, sitting on the elevator as it ascended, then slowly opened the doors.

“Welcome to the Akasaka Bar, three VIP guests.”

A concierge stood by the elevator door, smiling and bowing, escorting Kitagami Yoru’s family into the VIP section.

Kitagami Hougai is a regular here due to work-related dinners.

The concierge remembered each guest’s name and appearance clearly.

When he saw Kitagami Yoru, he slightly exclaimed in surprise, not checking any identification documents.

“Following your parents, why should I be checked?”

The VIP lounge has floor-to-ceiling transparent glass windows, with red carpets covering the floor and a subtle, high-end fragrance filling the air…

A grand piano is placed in the corner, and next to the bar, a staff member in a Western-style frock coat plays a lively melody on a violin.

Kitagami Yoru followed his parents to a seat by the window, enjoying the view of the city at night.

VIP rooms are not cheap.

A can of cola sells for nearly 2,000 yen.

Kitagami Yoru ordered lemon water and walked over to the piano without heeding his parents’ protests.

When he was in elementary school, his mother, Kitagami Megumi, sent him to study the piano for a month, but he couldn’t stick with it and ended up abandoning it.

As a child, he didn’t understand its value, but as he grew older, he realized its worth.

“I wish I had known back then…”

He drank down a perfectly refined small cup of lemon water in one go, turned slightly, and boarded the internal elevator to the next floor.

This floor has significantly lower consumption compared to the upper levels, with its decor and environment on a completely different level.

However, it clearly indicates that he is considered high-class, encouraging people to spend more.

The floor below is quite noisy, with TVs on the walls showing American baseball games.

“This place feels much better. This layer.” Kitagami Yoru stepped out of the elevator.

The upper floors are more suitable for middle-aged individuals or those who have been crawling through society for several years.

This floor is crowded and noisy, filled mostly with young university students.

“Wow, look at that younger brother! He’s so handsome!”

Kitagami Yoru, with his exceptional looks and height, immediately attracts the attention of a group of young female college students at a nearby table.

They chatted extensively, possibly leading to a romantic encounter.

Conditional on Kitagami Yoru’s willingness.

“That’s…Kawasaki-san?”

Approach the bar where Kitagami Yoru stands, observing the person wiping glasses inside.

Dressed in a black-and-white work uniform, with her hair styled neatly and light makeup, she gives off a clean, composed impression.

At the bar, several young couples are seated. Kitagami Yoru chooses a narrow corner and snaps her fingers.

“You know, give me an iced water with whiskey!”

Kitagami Yoru is far from drinking age, so this cocktail must be something she learned by watching short videos.

While preparing the drink, Kawasaki Saki glances politely at Kitagami Yoru’s position before saying,

“Okay, please wait.”

Kitagami Yoru slightly lifts his mouth corner, feeling a surge of excitement.

“Discovering the secret of the beautiful cold girl?”

Oh, she’s working here!

The barmaid notices Kitagami Yoru but doesn’t look away from her work when her boyfriend is nearby.

“Whump-whump—”

Kawasaki Saki suddenly turns back toward Kitagami Yoru, slowing her mixing motion.

“Kitagami Yoru?!”

Kawasaki Saki blinked, thinking he had seen the wrong person.

“Hehe…”

Kitagami Yoru smiled.

His lips moved slightly, and Kawasaki Saki retracted his attention and carefully mixed the martini in his hand.

After serving it to the customer, he took a cup, put a round ice ball in it, and poured some whiskey into it.

“The bartender’s nightmare!”

Kawasaki Saki kept stirring the ice ball in the cup with a small spoon and came to Kitagami Yoru.

“Good evening.”

Kitagami Yoru greets her.

“This isn’t really your kind of place, is it?”

Kawasaki Saki lowers her voice, stealing a glance at Kitagami Yoru as she speaks.

“My parents brought me here, but you lied about your age and identity to work here.”

Kitagami Yoru turns her head side to side, leaning closer to the bar.

“Don’t say anything, and that drink—was it real?”

“It’s got a strong kick—”

Kawasaki Saki confirms.

“Of course.”

Kitagami Yoru can’t resist trying it!

She wants to feel the effects!

“Now, you mentioned needing money and working here for cash. How much do they pay?”

Bored Kitagami Yoru finds something interesting.

“It’s decent, I need money, and—shh… damnit.”

Kawasaki Saki looks down at her drink, sighing deeply.

So-called “frost water cutting,” the principle is to use ice balls to chill whiskey while vigorously stirring until the glass walls freeze.

Making a drink, it takes at least ten minutes even for the most skilled bartender, and your wrist will be sore.

“Kawasaki-san, you wouldn’t want to lose this precious job, would you?”

Kitagami Yoru slowly opens his mouth as he watches the cold-hearted girl sigh.

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