Heroine Regret 108
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 108
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
It’s all above board, but they’re still lying to me.
“Now, Kitagami-san, is he awake yet?”
“I was talking with Moeha earlier, and… I undid his clothes.”
“He’s not opening his eyes; it’s just him pretending to be asleep.”
Fujiwara Chika isn’t an idiot. Even if Japan isn’t the world’s first country to promote SIX, it’s still second.
Not even the neighboring countries, which are known for their strict views on this matter, have their same-age citizens fully aware of it.
The terrifying thought crossed her mind, causing Fujiwara Chika to stop what she was doing and subconsciously swallow hard as she stepped back involuntarily.
Kitagami Yoru is sleeping soundly on the bed, showing no signs of anything unusual.
Could this be just him pretending?
“Kitagami… Kitagami-san?”
Fujiwara Chika moved away from the bed and hesitantly opened her mouth to ask.
The moment she spoke, there was no response from Kitagami Yoru on the bed.
“Kitagami-san?”
“Are you awake, Kitagami-san?”
Seeing no reaction, Fujiwara Chika began to doubt her own assumptions and tried again.
Deep night
Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the dim room. Cold autumn wind occasionally seeped through cracks in the windows, blowing inside.
“It’s so cold!”
Fujiwara Chika focused all her attention on Kitagami Yoru. The cold wind made her shiver involuntarily.
“Maybe I was overthinking… but…”
Muttering to herself, Fujiwara Chika daringly returned to the bed’s side, glancing at Kitagami Yoru with a certain look in her eye.
“Kitagami-san, if you’re awake, just open your eyes.”
“There’s no need to worry about being shy.”
The small hand slightly trembled as it held up the pants of Kitagami Yoru, while Fujiwara Chika still felt uneasy and repeated her words.
Uniform breathing sounds, as usual, remained steady.
“True, I slept like a log, just like a pig.”
Fujiwara Chika let out a breath she had been holding and easily pulled down Kitagami Yoru’s pants to his thighs.
After finishing everything, she proudly lifted her head, looking at Kitagami Yoru’s face as she lightly clapped her hands.
In the next second, her curious gaze overcame her control and moved downward.
She returned to that place.
“Is Kitagami-san asleep?”
Fujiwara Chika suddenly had a bold thought in her heart, filled with curiosity.
Like a demon possessed, she slowly bent down and used her fingers to gently part Kitagami Yoru’s eyelids.
He was asleep.
“Gurk…,” a sound of swallowing came from his throat.
A clear swallow echoed, causing Fujiwara Chika’s eyes to gradually widen and turn white, her neck stiffly twisting in a strange manner.
It seemed she wanted to investigate further.
Her main target was an unsuspecting Kitagami Yoru, lying on his own bed…
She sneaked a peek at him, but he didn’t notice.
“Kitagami-san is definitely asleep, but….”
“It shouldn’t be the case.”
Fujiwara Chika was puzzled and muttered to herself in her heart.
She had not noticed that the door was slightly open.
“What’s my sister doing?”
Fujiwara Moeha, who had originally wanted to come see the situation, sneaked in and quietly warned her not to do anything.
A small crack in the door, and there it was.
“No, no… that’s not possible….”
“Thump-thump… what if Kitagami-san suddenly wakes up? I’m definitely going to die!”
“What’s there to see, what’s there to wonder?”
The conflicted and shy Fujiwara Chika vigorously shakes her cute little face as she puffs herself up in anger.
She takes a few deep breaths and quickly steps out toward the door.
“No good!”
Fujiwara Moeha immediately slips away quietly.
“Almost… I’ll come back.”
Hiding in the blind spot, Fujiwara Moeha cautiously peeks out to see Fujiwara Chika’s silhouette.
Using a clean face basin and her own washcloth soaked with warm water, Fujiwara Chika brings it back.
“My washcloth……”
Placing the basin on the ground, Fujiwara Chika squats down to wring out the excess hot water from her washcloth, still retaining some warmth.
“It’s strange… she uses one to wipe her face and another to clean herself.”
Maybe boys don’t mind having just one, but girls usually have two.
One for the face, one for the body.
She folds the washcloth neatly into a square and holds it up to Kitagami Yoru’s face.
There are clean washcloths at home, but she wants to hurry and can’t wait any longer.
“Never mind… what’s the big deal?”
With a determined look, Fujiwara Chika gently wipes Kitagami Yoru’s perfect face with the washcloth.
As she continues wiping, Fujiwara Chika becomes absorbed in her task, not wanting to miss any spot.
The washcloth is on her neck and below… but it’s now stuck on Kitagami Yoru’s face!
It’s already past the point of no return.
The situation is really strange…
Not only Fujiwara Chika feels strange inside, but her expression has been like this for a while now. Her legs are trembling, and the way she spoke was oddly quirky.
Until Kitagami Yoru’s face appeared, going back and forth across hers several times.
The towel was completely soaked, and she finally realized what was happening.
Lucky for her, Kitagami Yoru hadn’t woken up yet.
She wet herself and started drying off.
Fujiwara Chika continued wiping the sweat off Kitagami Yoru’s body.
Outside, Fujiwara Moeha raised her phone to take a picture.
“If my sister-in-law wakes up tomorrow, my sister won’t tell anyone what she did. How can she keep it hidden like that?”
“I need evidence.”
The upper half is done, so Fujiwara Chika moved on to the lower half, starting from her feet.
Her movements were gentle but not slow.
“And then there’s…”
“Alright, alright…”
Help till the end, send the Buddha to the west, Fujiwara Chika blushed and closed her eyes as she began wiping carefully.
Even though she didn’t want to touch it, it felt like a devil was whispering in her mind, urging her on.
Just look at it, touch it—no harm done…
“No! No!”
She quickly sped up, panicking as Fujiwara Chika inside shouted, “Just get it done and be done with it!”
She tossed the towel into the sink, splashed some water, then pulled Kitagami Yoru’s clothes back on.
“Sister, aren’t you going to do something else?”
Fujiwara Moeha covered her mouth, yawned, and stepped aside just in time.
Walking away with a bowl, Fujiwara Chika curses herself for not having the guts to say what she thinks.
After tidying up the room, Fujiwara Chika stretches and heads back to her room, leaving the door slightly open.
Taking advantage of Fujiwara Moeha’s absence.
Standing by the bed, Fujiwara Chika struggles with a conflicted look as she paces back and forth on the soft, warm bed, wondering how someone could sleep on such cold flooring.
Who would sleep on a soft bed in night when they could be sleeping on the floor?
“If Kitagami-san were to burn up during night, tomorrow she’d wake up alone… what if…”
While trying to convince herself, Fujiwara Chika decides to turn off the bedroom light.
Leaving only a warm bedside lamp on.
“Well, the bed’s so big; why not just do whatever you want.”
“There’s no point in disturbing him if he’s asleep like a dead pig…”
Moving to the other side of the room, Fujiwara Chika quietly crawls onto her own bed.
She takes her pillow and throws back the covers before gently laying down next to Kitagami Yoru, ensuring not to make a sound.
Afraid to make any noise.
“It’s fine.”
Keeping a distance of one meter apart, Fujiwara Chika finally peeks out her head from under the covers for a quick glance before closing her eyes again.
She gives her lips a quick lick before closing her eyes.
“Do I just do nothing? Even a goodnight kiss?”
Fujiwara Moeha puts down her phone and puffs out her cheeks.
Originally planning to leave, she stays because Fujiwara Chika keeps the light on, secretly observing her sister.
Her actions show that she knows her little sister well.
A couple of minutes pass.
Fujiwara Chika suddenly opens her eyes, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.
Her favorite person is asleep on the bed, so how could he be sleeping like that?
More so, Kitagami Yoru still doesn’t know anything about this.
“Kitagami-san’s sleep sounds really relaxing…”
Fujiwara Chika flips over and shifts her body to the side.
“Hm-hm!”
Fujiwara Moeha knows that something big is about to happen, so she holds her breath tightly.
“Moeha says he thinks I’m really cute, super cute. That must be true, huh-huh…”
She sniffs and smiles a little before Fujiwara Chika fixes her gaze on Kitagami Yoru’s face: “But do you really like me?”
“There are so many girls at school who like Kitagami-san. He and Aoyama-san have some unusual relationship, but they aren’t dating…”
“This is getting so frustrating…”
Fujiwara Chika lets out a single word and keeps this expression for a while. The room falls silent.
The silence doesn’t last long. Fujiwara Chika moves her body to sit beside Kitagami Yoru, slightly frowning as she opens her mouth.
She kicks off the blanket and uses her hands to support herself on the bed, lifting her feet toward Kitagami Yoru’s face.
Her words seem to be complaining about something, her face is flushed, and she uses her well-manicured, supposedly vulgar feet to stomp on Kitagami Yoru’s face, releasing her pent-up frustration.
Occasionally, she also separates her toes and gently pinches Kitagami Yoru’s nose between them, squeezing now and then.
It seems like this is a practice run so that no one will be dissatisfied later.
Apparently, Fujiwara Chika is using her footplay to amuse herself while Kitagami Yoru is asleep like a dead pig, sneaking in her silly grin along with her jio.
“What’s your sister doing?”
Fujiwara Moeha has half an idea about it.
“Itchy, huh-huh…”
In any case, Kitagami Yoru’s face and lips are being played with repeatedly by Fujiwara Chika.
After releasing her complex emotions, she finally remembers she needs to sleep and retracts her delicate feet.
She lowers her head, leaning over Kitagami Yoru’s face, opening her mouth slowly to say goodnight.
Now.
Kitagami Yoru is doing in his dream.
With Eriri’s.
Dreaming of the cute, innocent Eriri, after discovering another secret, he is ruthlessly teasing her.
Half of his body is stuck in a wall hole, wearing a cute white cotton sock, trembling as he tries to get up on tiptoe with her photo attached to the wall.
He isn’t in a hurry yet.
He’s using his face to nudge Eriri’s foot.
A familiar feeling.
Isn’t that what Fujiwara Chika is doing right now?
“Heh heh, Eriri is so cute! Let me kiss her!”
Kitagami Yoru laughs loudly in his dream, suddenly reaching out to grab Fujiwara Chika’s face.
Sometimes, people can react to the outside world while asleep.
Fujiwara Chika is stomping on his face with her foot. Do you think he reacted?
In an instant, Kitagami Yoru holds Fujiwara Chika’s face and presses it down firmly.
A confusing first kiss is stolen away!
“Uh uh… nuh….”
His mouth suddenly comes under attack, causing Fujiwara Chika’s face to turn red, almost bleeding. Her body instinctively tries to push Kitagami Yoru away.
“I kissed her!”
“Sister and brother-in-law, really!”
Fujiwara Moeha is excited and trembling as she records a video, which might have a magical effect later.
She keeps zooming in on the phone screen to make it clearer.
“Sister’s hand is frozen mid-air, looking confused…”
“Brother-in-law… he’s really dominant…. Is he doing this with his eyes closed?”
It’s all closed-eyed…
Fujiwara Chika’s eyes are bigger than a copper bell when she’s staring, and the panic in her gaze slowly subsides.
Kitagami Yoru is asleep!
Oh noooooo!
What do I do now?
Are you going to respond?
Fujiwara Chika struggles to breathe, almost unable to withstand the attack anymore. How could Kitagami Yoru be so cruel?
I hate him!
Oh man, grumble…
………
……….
Fujiwara Moeha turns off the video call ruthlessly and crawls into the darkness, leaving the room red-faced.
The situation’s development shows that it’s not just about being close.
The shy sister can’t continue to watch anymore….
Until she escapes Chika Fujiwara’s room and rolls back to her own, her movements chaotic.
Style is simple yet grand without losing elegance.
One person’s preferences can reveal some aspects of their personality and taste.
“It’s too terrible… aaaaah!”
Burrowing into the bed, Fujiwara Moeha buries her face deep in the soft pillow, clutching the bedsheets tightly.
Time is approaching midnight.
Not knowing how long ago, Fujiwara Moeha lifts her head with curiosity, imagining another side of the story.
And it’s nothing like what she imagined.
Because of falling asleep, the matter was stopped by Kitagami Yoru.
“What a jerk…Kitagami-san is really going too far!”
Fujiwara Chika’s snow-white skin, which was exposed outside, turned into a delicate pink color.
Especially that adorable face, flushed to the extreme, gazed at Kitagami Yoru with an air of mysterious meaning and expression, creating countless allure…
This girl, whose lineage is renowned and can be considered a princess due to her pink hair, serves as the secretary of the Student Council at Shuchiin Academy. Drunk and slightly flushed, she mutters complaints about Kitagami Yoru.
Her mood could be likened to a ball of wool lost among stray cats.
Surprised…excited…thrilled…regretful…angry…….
She becomes wild and irrational, tangled into a ball.
Yet, it’s the wool itself that remains unsatisfied.
Just wanting to continue…
Not enough…not enough….
Fujiwara Chika, sitting quietly on the bed, occasionally smiles foolishly before finally regaining her composure after a long while and sticking out her lips.
“I hate you, I despise you, Kitagami-san….”
“Are you faking it? Come on, wake up!”
She doesn’t hold back, tying the loose sleep shirt and pulling out the sleeves as she prepares to strike at Kitagami Yoru.
She fans herself lightly but refrains from hitting him.
Fujiwara Chika retracts her hand and continues securing the sleep shirt’s buttons.
“It wasn’t me stopping you…your pants are going to get molested.”
“Why do you seem so proficient, Kitagami-san?”
Fujiwara Chika presses her lips and starts muttering in a mischievous manner, intently staring at the sleeping Kitagami Yoru.
She mouths for him to wake up while inwardly fearing that he might awaken at any moment.
“I can’t sleep.”
Fujiwara Chika then grumbles and flips over, getting out of bed to sneak out with her phone.
“Thump-thump”
Opening the bathroom light, she mutters curses about Kitagami Yoru’s excess, stating she has not the slightest bit of shame.
Clearly, I was also sticking out my tongue on my own…
While standing in the flower shower, stripping off her sleepwear, Fujiwara Chika can feel her own skin burning up.
“Indeed, I left my fingerprints… It’s really painful!”
Next, she twists the flower shower to spray out hot water.
A pink butterfly, slightly paler than Fujiwara Chika’s hair, carries a few drops of premium honey as it dances about.
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