Heroine Regret 106
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 106
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Sis, I brought your husband back home!
“Definitely not… you know it.”
Kawasaki Saki quickly spun the glass cup in her hand and said involuntarily.
A few seconds after she finished, she realized something was off. She saw Kitagami Yoru grinning as he looked her up and down.
“You… what do you want to do?”
Kawasaki Saki blinked in surprise.
At the same time, a customer at the bar ordered a glass of Horseman’s Whiskey, and a waiter went to help pour it.
“Don’t play like that on me!”
Kitagami Yoru didn’t respond. Kawasaki Saki began to nervously warn him.
Is he threatening me?
“No, no, I’m just messing with you.” Kitagami Yoru replied cheerfully.
“I thought you were going to threaten me. But I didn’t do anything to you.”
Kawasaki Saki subtly stuck out her tongue and felt confused inside.
“How much is your daily wage? Even if you don’t want to say, it’s fine.”
Kitagami Yoru leaned his elbow on the bar counter.
“It’s 2,700 yen a day with a little commission.” Kawasaki Saki’s hands were trembling as she tried to pour the cold water but couldn’t finish it.
“That’s quite high. Night shift bonus, so you don’t mind seeing you every time with those dark circles under your eyes.”
Kitagami Yoru responded.
Such a beautiful and tall girl, those dark circles really ruin her look.
“It barely suffices. Finding such high-paying part-time jobs outside is tough.”
“Oh, you said live streaming can easily make money—really real or fake?”
Kawasaki Saki switched sides and lowered her voice to ask.
“Of course it’s real, but there’s a condition.”
Kitagami Yoru sized up Kawasaki Saki as he spoke.
“What’s the condition?”
Kawasaki Saki’s expression showed clear impatience, not wanting to be trifled with.
“Just a little—sell some allure. Like wearing revealing clothing, taking mirror selfies, or stepping on the mirror.”
Kitagami Yoru said, following his own preferences and adding: “Hmm, nun’s outfit, black sheer tights, and the toe must be reinforced and thickened.”
“Fine!”
Kawasaki Saki wasn’t fazed by this. She blanked her eyes and handed over the drink to Kitagami Yoru.
“How much?”
Kitagami Yoru took the cup, glancing at it.
He held it in his hand, cold and cool.
“Three thousand six hundred yen with tax, plus a 10% service fee. I’ll consider a tip if you don’t mention it.”
Kawasaki Saki’s tired wrist hurt, as today’s business was already good—she was too busy.
“No need to look for anything else.”
Kitagami Yoru handed over five thousand yen, using it as a bribe to apologize to Kawasaki Saki.
“Thank you. Please help me keep this incident secret—I really need this job.”
Kawasaki Saki took the money and went back to open a menu.
“No problem.”
Kitagami Yoru thought to herself, making an OK sign with her hand and taking a small sip of the wine.
The ice-cold wine slid down smoothly, carrying a strong aroma that seemed to flood her brain.
As it went down her throat and into her stomach, she noted its sharp coolness before the slight bitter-sweet aftertaste.
It was the kind of wine where you didn’t feel much at first, but before you knew it, you were drunk.
The bartender brought over a new customer, so Kawasaki Saki sprang into action while Yoru remained undisturbed.
She politely declined two approaches from attractive female university students and finished her drink before returning to the VIP room.
Under the dim lighting, the couple showed no signs of leaving.
Yoru said a quick word, her face reddening slightly as she realized her own state of awareness and left on her own.
She took the elevator, exited the bar, and arrived outside the building.
The cool autumn breeze made Kitagami Yoru tighten her thin jacket and choose a direction to walk aimlessly.
“It’s cold… this wine…”
“I’m starting to feel drunk….”
Just after finishing her glass, Kitagami Yoru felt her face growing warm but otherwise in good shape.
But as soon as she stepped out, it didn’t take long.
The effects of the whiskey began to take hold, and a sense of dizziness washed over Kitagami Yoru’s mind.
“Whew… It’ll pass… just need to blow the breeze.”
She took a deep breath, her awareness still mostly clear but her reactions somewhat delayed.
In her drunken state, Kitagami Yoru felt no sense of tiredness at all.
She didn’t know how long or far she had walked, but she was definitely leaving Shinjuku.
The elegant Japan lamps flicker, and he doesn’t remember what time it is.
Drinking lemon water and alcohol helps the body absorb and convert into urine.
When passing a McDonald’s, Kitagami Yoru goes in to use the restroom.
“Hmm… so tired… my head feels heavy…”
He shook it off energetically and pressed the flush button on the toilet, but his first press was wrong.
“Gurgling sounds－－”
After yawning, Kitagami Yoru goes to order at the counter and gets a cup of hot milk.
At the moment of equality.
Two girls who have just shopped walk into the door.
One with pink hair, the other with silver-white hair.
“Is that your brother-in-law?”
Fujiwara Moeha holds a shopping bag and is wearing a very beautiful JK skirt, immediately noticing Kitagami Yoru.
Thoughts flash through his mind, with some uncertainty.
On the other hand, Shirogane Kei beside him looks ordinary, wearing a plain white outerwear coat.
“Moeha, what’s wrong?”
Shirogane Kei notices Fujiwara Moeha’s expression.
“That guy, is he Kitagami Scholar?”
Fujiwara Moeha points to the back of the two, where Kitagami Yoru is standing.
At this moment, the coffee machine calls out, prompting Kitagami Yoru to get his milk.
“Seems like it….”
Shirogane Kei carefully looks back.
“You go order, I’ll go say hi to the senior, heh.”
Fujiwara Moeha smiles playfully.
Kitagami Yoru sits in a corner, adjusts his coat zipper, and lets out a yawn.
“Kitagami senior, you’re here.”
Fujiwara Moeha sees that perfect profile and calls out cheerfully.
“It’s…..Fujiwara sister….”
Kitagami Yoru hears the voice, turns his head slowly, and focuses his gaze on Fujiwara Moeha’s face.
When he sees her pink hair, he mistakenly thinks it’s Fujiwara Chika.
He made a mistake.
It doesn’t matter now that he realizes his error.
In certain situations, mistakes can be problematic.
This could get big.
“Good evening, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Fujiwara Moeha sizes up the husband she’s come to recognize.
Her husband is really good-looking…
Wait, why is his face so red?
“Kitagami senior, are you alone? Why is your face so red?”
Fujiwara Moeha curiously asks from across the table.
A cold wind might have frozen the injury, but it’s a quality issue, huh?
Kitagami Yoru let out a breath, releasing a faint alcohol scent.
“There are still things like this….”
“You can just call me Moeha.”
Fujiwara Moeha smiled.
“Moeha, are you a human too?”
Kitagami Yoru opened his mouth slightly confused.
“No, I came with Guichuan.”
As Fujiwara Moeha finished speaking, Shirogane Kei approached to point their food.
In developed countries, KFC isn’t expensive even in the West, though.
A person’s income level makes a KFC meal more affordable than dining at a restaurant.
Soft drinks and juices can be refilled endlessly.
After greeting, Shirogane Kei sat beside Fujiwara Moeha.
“Ah, right… Kitagami-senior… Do you have time later?”
Fujiwara Moeha hesitantly opened her mouth towards Kitagami Yoru.
Tightly gripping her tension, she smiled lightly.
“Chika-chan, you were scolding me before.”
Now I need to help you understand about your sister’s husband, huh-huh!”
“No worries, I’m here with my parents. They have something urgent, so I’ll be fine on my own.”
Kitagami Yoru drinks warm milk, feeling a bit more comfortable in body.
Yet her head feels light, and she’s overcome by the urge to sleep.
“After eating dinner with Kei-chan, we’ll go to the nearby night market. Would you like to come along?”
Fujiwara Moeha kicks Shirogane Kei under the table secretly.
She signals her not to give anything away.
“What?”
Shirogane Kei is puzzled but doesn’t show it.
There’s indeed a night market nearby, but no plans to shop there.
What does Moeha want to do?
“Umm…”
“If you want me to accompany you, it’s fine. But girls might face dangers at night.”
With slow thoughts and dim consciousness, Kitagami Yoru lets out a gentle belch.
“That’s great, Kei-chan.”
“But…”
Fujiwara Moeha looks at Shirogane Kei with an expression of slight difficulty.
“Your friend, Kitagami’s girlfriend knows about this. Won’t you feel jealous going shopping?”
Since that night, Fujiwara Moeha has been catching up on all of Kitagami Yoru’s messages.
She doesn’t care if they’re real or fake; she’ll take them all in.
“Girlfriend? I don’t have that.”
Kitagami Yoru pushed his palms against his temples, trying to relax.
“What kind of girl does Kitagami-senpai like?”
Fujiwara Moeha swallowed hard, looking tense.
“Moeha, why are you asking this?”
Shirogane Kei, sitting nearby, suspiciously eyed Fujiwara Moeha as she fidgeted with her tea.
Could it be that Fujiwara Moeha likes Kitagami Yoru?
That’s also possible.
“Well, he’s just too good-looking. His older brother was popular in middle school, and everything was taken by someone else.”
Shirogane Kei then secretly glanced at Kitagami Yoru.
“Do you like him? He’s definitely attractive.”
Kitagami Yoru ignored both Fujiwara Moeha and her questioning.
“Sister, really? She’s been in the bath this whole time….”
“Have you confessed yet? Everyone at school is watching closely.”
Fujiwara Moeha furrowed her brow slightly.
“I’ll go get some food.”
Shirogane Kei interrupted her thoughts with a comment.
Because of this, Fujiwara Moeha felt the need to leave.
“It’s probably because Kitagami-senpai is just a jerk, keeping his sister on hold while he flirts with others.”
Fujiwara Moeha, who had always been so concerned about her sister’s love life, thought to herself.
Kitagami Yoru let out an meaningless hum from his throat, grabbing the milk and drinking it all in one go.
Sister is with Kitagami-senior and they’re watching videos in the bathroom, checking each other out?
Fujiwara Moeha looks aside, pondering possibilities in her mind.
In fact, she’s considered three possible scenarios.
The first possibility is normal bathroom chat.
The second is what she’s currently thinking about.
The third is something everyone knows about.
Japanese people’s nature is to like compromise!
“No way, I need to help Sister so that her husband and her can be together.”
Fujiwara Moeha’s eyes show determination as she looks at the slightly confused Kitagami Yoru.
“Ha, you two go ahead and eat, I’ll be right back.”
Kitagami Yoru stretches with a yawn and stands up, his body heavy.
Meanwhile, Shirogane Kei struggles with two plates of food, her balance a bit off.
Kitagami Yoru helps steady the plates by holding them.
“Thank you.”
Shirogane Kei thanks her.
Thinking like her older brother Shirogane Miyuki would, she scolds herself for not coming alone.
“Why not both together?”
Shirogane Kei thinks that whether one at a time or together, it’s perfectly normal.
Even minor things don’t faze Shirogane Kei during her rebellious phase. Her brother Shirogane Miyuki, acting as the older sibling, scolds her about such matters.
What’s the deal? She didn’t do anything wrong!
It happened last night because of laundry, and Shirogane Miyuki got into a small argument with Shirogane Kei.
It was the weekend, so Shirogane Kei invited Fujiwara Moeha to go out and relax.
“Moeha, you wouldn’t be liking Kitagami Yoru, would you?”
Shirogane Kei sat down and immediately asked Fujiwara Moeha about it.
The two cute girls looked at each other, both staring intently.
A moment of quiet silence fell between them.
Suddenly, the two girls exchanged glances and started blushing slightly before laughing nervously. Their eyes darted around.
“My sister likes Kitagami Yoru, not me. And Kei-chan, why are you so shy?”
“You wouldn’t be trying to make a move on my sister, would you?”
Fujiwara Moeha then spoke seriously, squinting at Shirogane Kei with a playful look.
“No way. Before I even started college, I never thought about dating.”
“But once you’re in college, you still have to consider it.”
Shirogane Kei shook her head slightly, though she was indeed blushing at Kitagami Yoru.
“Oh, how unfortunate for Kei-chan. She’s so pretty.”
“And then there’s…Kitagami Yoru is super good-looking, isn’t he?”
Fujiwara Moeha said that, leaning in close to Shirogane Kei and smiling as she asked.
“What’s that got to do with you?”
Shirogane Kei responded with a nonchalant, indifferent tone, politely declining.
As soon as she finished, she looked at Fujiwara Moeha’s face and eyes, then couldn’t help but laugh nervously along with her.
Mr. Kitagami Yoru is really good-looking.
In the restroom.
How much more awake will he be to go back?
They’ve already had dinner, so this KFC is a late-night snack for Yoru.
A small platter of mixed appetizers, the two simplest spicy chicken burger sets.
After eating, they rested for a while before Fujiwara Moeha and Shirogane Kei dragged Kitagami Yoru to the night market district.
“Mr. Kitagami, you just called him out to eat KFC, why isn’t he eating?”
Fujiwara Moeha is paying close attention to Kitagami Yoru beside her.
“His stomach doesn’t feel right, and he doesn’t like greasy foods much.”
Kitagami Yoru explains that walking made him more tired and sleepy.
His awareness is slightly clearer but makes him want to sleep even more.
“Your brother-in-law doesn’t like fried chicken or greasy foods, at least not much.”
Fujiwara Moeha quietly notes it down, planning to tell her sister later.
“What does he like then? Seafood? From which country’s cuisine?”
Each of Fujiwara Moeha’s questions carries a deep intention.
She can’t help but want to dig deeper into Kitagami Yoru!
They wandered the night market for about ten minutes.
Fujiwara Moeha collected useful information, afraid she might forget, so she noted it all in her phone.
Kitagami Yoru is in a bad state—yawning constantly and not paying attention to anything wrong.
“Moeha, can you do that?”
“Kitagami Yoru is too tired to continue.”
Shirogane Kei checks the time and realizes she has an extra hour.
At noon or midnight, public transport should have stopped running.
“Alright, alright.”
Fujiwara Moeha is satisfied with the outcome.
However, on their way back, a fish-throwing stall catches Shirogane Kei’s attention.
For one hundred yen per chance,
The goldfish she pulls out can be taken home or exchanged for other prizes.
Shirogane Kei has wanted a new keychain for a while now.
They decide to stop and discuss it for a few minutes.
“I’ll help.”
Both pay their money, and Shirogane Kei and Fujiwara Moeha squat down to catch goldfish.
In the bustling night market street, this spot remains relatively lively at this hour.
“We’ve missed our chance…”
Kitagami Yoru is groggy and yawns, standing before Shirogane Kei in her dress as she catches goldfish.
Wearing a dress and squatting down in such a crowded place,
But Kitagami Yoru doesn’t say anything to remind her, only silently blocking the way with her legs.
Shirogane Kei turns around confusedly before realizing Kitagami Yoru was helping her block the dress.
Goldfish are taking a few minutes, successfully using one goldfish to exchange for the keychain Shirogane Kei likes.
Immediately pulling out the keys and exchanging them from her leather jacket, they finally leave together.
After shopping, all three head to the station to buy tickets home.
“Goodbye.”
Shirogane Kei isn’t on the same route, so she has to take another car.
“What time is Moeha?”
Kitagami Yoru is drunk and stumbling, eyes barely open, following Fujiwara Moeha into the carriage.
“Eleven fifteen.”
Fujiwara Moeha checks her phone for the time before looking up to find Kitagami Yoru already asleep!
“What’s with your brother-in-law?”
“How are we supposed to get off now?!”
The innocent and pure young girl, pushing the intoxicated Kitagami Yoru.
No reaction.
This isn’t a joke?
Trying to wake up someone who’s drunk?
“Brother-in-law?”
She tried several times, but Kitagami Yoru still hasn’t woken up, not even a flicker of reaction.
Suspecting more and more, her expression tight with anxiety, she leans in close to Kitagami Yoru’s ear and shouts “Brother-in-law.”
Brother-in-law?
Brother-in-law?
Looking at her own brother-in-law’s flawless face, the bold younger sister daringly reaches out to grab Kitagami Yoru’s face.
She gently pinches and molds it.
After a few moments, she shyly withdraws her hand.
Deep into the night, the streetcar to Yoru/night station arrives.
Fujiwara Moeha calls an Uber for herself and Kitagami Yoru to go home.
She also calls Fujiwara Chika earlier, telling her to get up.
Surprised!
“Moeha, what are you doing?”
Fujiwara Chika, wearing a pink and white printed sleep set, rubs her eyes as she wakes up and turns on the bed lamp.
She complains as she gets out of bed, elegantly stepping on the cold floor. The freezing Fujiwara Chika lets out a “thump-thump” sound as she bares her teeth in a grin.
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