Heroine Regret 118
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 118
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
I admit it.
“I’m innocent!”
Kitagami Yoru felt a strange new sensation in her hand for the first time, and inside she cried out in surprise.
Why is this happening?
Fujiwara Chika: “…….”
The suddenly attacked girl widened her eyes in shock.
She tried to reach out to hug Kitagami Yoru but her arms stiffened mid-air, unable to say a word.
Staring at each other with wide eyes, both looked dumbfounded.
Who could have imagined such a thing would happen?
“Th-…Chika….”
Kitagami Yoru swallowed hard and stammered out Fujiwara Chika’s name, her voice trembling.
“C-…you hurry up….”
Fujiwara Chika responded in a similarly stiff manner, unsure if she was hallucinating.
How does it feel?
Kitagami Yoru gently applied pressure with her fingertips.
But looking at Kitagami Yoru’s face and expression, it didn’t seem intentional.
“It can’t be unintentional either!”
The broken connection in her mind snapped back, and Fujiwara Chika let out a loud shout before returning to her composed demeanor.
“Hmph.”
After shouting, she lightly chuckled and pushed Kitagami Yoru’s hand away.
“Fujiwara-san… I really…”
“I don’t know what’s going on. It wasn’t intentional…”
Kitagami Yoru clearly got the better of her, so she quickly apologized to Fujiwara Chika.
Her expression was submissive, even a bit humble.
Looking at the situation, she was genuinely afraid Fujiwara Chika might get angry or upset because of it.
But only a few people like Fujiwara Chika could enjoy such treatment.
If it were someone like Miura Yumiko, Kasumigaoka Utaha, or Shinomiya Kaguya, she would say the same thing.
“I’m not intentionally doing this. You should come over and straighten up, at least apologize.”
“You’re lying; you are intentional about it.”
Fujiwara Chika’s snow-white neck and cute face turned a light pink.
Her hair remained its usual pink, making the difference more noticeable.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry……”
Kitagami Yoru bowed deeply, frantically apologizing.
“…..”
“You keep touching me….”
Fujiwara Chika didn’t react at all to Kitagami Yoru’s sincere apologies.
She wasn’t angry; instead, she was quite embarrassed.
She kept muttering about Kitagami Yoru’s bad behavior, listing her as a troublemaker while blushing and waving her hand.
“Alright, I forgive you.”
“There won’t be a next time. Don’t lie to me; it must have been intentional…. Hmph.”
She forced a small sulky expression and spoke in a similarly stiff tone.
Pitiable Kitagami Yoru, helplessly left in the clutches of Fujiwara Chika’s evil claws.
In this case, even his body might be deceived soon.
“Hmm….”
Kitagami Yoru forcefully nods, awkwardly smiles, and lets out a long breath inward.
What if…
He means that Fujiwara Chika would ignore him in anger, making it really difficult.
“Chika is so easy to get along with.”
Kitagami Yoru mutters to himself.
However, he doesn’t realize that her ease in getting along is only towards him.
“I’ll kick you.”
Fujiwara Chika has eaten well, but due to this incident, she’s lost her appetite.
As she turns back, she blows a light breath towards Kitagami Yoru’s outer thigh with her small black cotton socks.
Light and airy.
Without much force, she fears kicking Kitagami Yoru.
“Chika, aren’t you not eating?”
Kitagami Yoru almost wants to slap the temptation away, which is clearly meant as a reward for himself.
It’s not punishment.
Using speech to distract himself and not paying attention to Fujiwara Chika’s feet.
“I’m full, so I won’t eat.”
Seeing Kitagami Yoru’s lack of reaction, Fujiwara Chika quietly grinds her teeth and looks at the rich dinner on the small table.
She has probably eaten half.
“Can I continue?”
Kitagami Yoru responds indifferently, turning his body aside.
He takes a forkful of white meat, inserting it into his mouth. The unique sweetness of shellfish and rice in his mouth mix together.
Perfectly blended, releasing a distinct aroma.
He uses the taste to satisfy his hunger.
Three minutes ago, Kitagami Yoru would have asked what’s the best dish here.
He would definitely answer confidently: it’s this garlic and chili shrimp with scallops.
Now he asks, but the answer won’t be the same.
Unluckily, he can’t even get a bite, just eyeing it greedily.
Now, he feels like a wolf in a prison filled with muscular men, sentenced to life without parole.
It’s particularly difficult.
“No… no way.”
“Ugh, I can’t think of Chika like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about Fujiwara-san either.”
The distraction seems to be working. Kitagami Yoru feels a bit better, flaunting the rich meal he prepared with his own hands.
“Why no reaction?”
Fujiwara Chika is speechless, leaning back against the sofa and stretching her body.
She continues to kick at Kitagami Yoru without stopping.
Over time, his muscles begin to tire and ache.
Even though he doesn’t dislike Kitagami Yoru, he isn’t angry because of this incident either.
But she’s just a girl…
That’s too shy.
Fujiwara Chika used this method to vent her frustration.
“How about a watermelon?”
Kitagami Yoru remembered that Fujiwara Chika seemed to have eaten very little.
Because of this incident, even though she hadn’t eaten, she said she was full—it wasn’t strange.
She really is full. A watermelon would be fine too.
“Yeah… ah….”
Fujiwara Chika lowered her outstretched arm and opened her mouth to make a long sound, trying to get Kitagami Yoru to feed her.
“I can feed you since I’m full now.”
“It’s not unwillingness; it’s just inconvenient.”
If they were in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, Kitagami Yoru would be happy to feed Fujiwara Chika himself.
Now, really?!
This idiot is making me feel sick with his greediness.
“If you don’t feed me, I’ll stop talking to you.”
“Where am I supposed to grab?”
Fujiwara Chika acted stubbornly and turned her head aside in a huff.
Born into the political world and rising to the top as a politician, she’s been immersed in this cutthroat world of relationships and diplomacy from the start.
Let me ask you,
Any politician in the world isn’t just some devilish creature; they’re experts at reading people’s minds.
At appropriate times, they do appropriate things.
Sometimes, playing a little temper or being stubborn can actually work better.
Different people use different methods.
Kitagami Yoru simply set down his chopsticks and held a watermelon in one hand while holding a drink in the other, bringing it to Fujiwara Chika’s mouth.
He wasn’t unwilling—
He just found it too intimate; was it inappropriate?
“Chika came by late at night to give me an unnecessary coat.”
“And there was absolutely no need for that….”
As Fujiwara Chika smiled happily and bit into a fresh imported watermelon, Kitagami Yoru suddenly felt something wasn’t right.
“Chika came late at night in the cold to give me an unnecessary coat.”
“And I accidentally ended up with this….”
Even if he were the most foolish person, Kitagami Yoru could feel that something was off.
“Umm… paper tissues.”
The juice from the watermelon dripped onto Fujiwara Chika’s lips, and she quickly tilted her head to indicate something.
“And I didn’t mean to catch you where….”
“Oh!”
Kitagami Yoru thought about this in his heart and immediately made a gesture, setting down the drink to go get some tissues.
“Chika doesn’t seem upset at all….”
“And last night, we slept together in the same bed—sharing a bed.”
Looking at Fujiwara Chika, Kitagami Yoru slightly tilted his head and sneakily looked at her face.
Hmm…
Besides being good-looking and cute, I don’t see anything else.
A thought pops into her mind: Does Fujiwara Chika like him?!
This thought comes out, uncontrollable, wild, wanting to understand it.
“No way, Chika’s family is so good, they’re not from different social classes.”
Kitagami Yoru thinks, and the next second he and Fujiwara Chika make eye contact, using a tissue to wipe her mouth.
“Okay, okay, I’m not eating anymore.”
Not wanting the person she likes to see her messy appearance, Fujiwara Chika waves her hands dismissively and turns away slightly.
“Chika.”
Kitagami Yoru looks at Fujiwara Chika and calls out softly.
“Is there something wrong?”
Originally planning to lie down and relax, Fujiwara Chika lifts her waist in confusion.
“Foot, get it away.”
Kitagami Yoru’s face lights up a bit.
Does Fujiwara Chika really like herself?
It would make a great girlfriend.
But…
Maybe she’s just being too emotional.
“Ah? Foot?”
Fujiwara Chika is taken aback, sits down, and thoroughly inspects Kitagami Yoru from head to toe.
A flicker of disbelief in her eyes.
Using a double word to yell at her own foot like that—what does that mean?
Oh, she’s upset, trying to beg?
“Actually… I’m a bit…”
Kitagami Yoru awkwardly scratches his nose with a finger.
“What is it?”
“Disgusting, don’t like?”
Fujiwara Chika says that and then retracts her foot, sitting properly.
After all, in normal people’s minds, feet are dirty and unpleasant.
Who would like them.
A few seconds of quiet air later, Kitagami Yoru hesitates and opens his mouth:
“Well, I’m eating.”
The attention he managed to divert is easily pulled back by Fujiwara Chika.
Nighttime, alone, in the family’s apartment…..
This environment—Kitagami Yoru shouldn’t think about it too much; he’s doing well enough.
“I won’t…”
Fujiwara Chika laughs softly and shakes her head confidently.
Kitagami Yoru can’t handle her anymore. He mutters, “Alright, I’ll put up with this.”
“You will?”
Fujiwara Chika hears it vaguely, furrowing her brows into a frown and then relaxing them again.
Should she bring her foot back?
“Would Kitagami-san be upset or unable to bear it?”
“She’s eating, intentionally using her foot to tease him—so not good.”
After deeply pondering, Fujiwara Chika decided to take back those adorable feet.
Thinking that Kitagami Yoru would get angry?
Flirtatiously, he might be so happy he’d explode.
It’s really not possible; tell someone to kneel down and gently stomp on their face if needed.
“Chika, are you planning to go home now?”
Kitagami Yoru tossed a string of seedless grapes into his mouth.
“Home?”
“I’ll see about it.”
Just as Fujiwara Chika lay down, she began staring at the ceiling and thinking about this problem.
She hadn’t even thought about it before.
“Hmm, not really wanting to go home. What should I do with Kitagami-san?”
“There’s a super cute blonde girl next door, and there are so many people at school….”
“Aaaaah!”
Just thinking about it, Fujiwara Chika wanted to tear her own scalp out.
She didn’t even know herself why she liked Kitagami Yoru so much.
After that kiss, she sent Kitagami Yoru home and returned to bed, where she twisted like a maggot in a rotten corpse.
And she couldn’t stop herself from drooling, leaving a big puddle on her pillow.
“Not going?”
Kitagami Yoru seemed casual as he ate, but his words were actually a careful observation of Fujiwara Chika’s microexpressions and eye movements.
“Chika, could it be that you really like me?”
As expected, Fujiwara Chika’s reaction was completely different from what he anticipated—she gasped in surprise.
Stunned, her brain slowed down as she replayed Kitagami Yoru’s words.
A blush appeared on her face as she struggled to speak for a while.
“Kitagami-san is asking me not to go. How can I refuse?”
“Could it be that he remembers what happened that day?”
“Staying here isn’t such a bad idea….”
“Chika, are you planning to stay here?!”
Kitagami Yoru looked surprised at Fujiwara Chika and stopped eating.
“But…what’s going on here….you really want me to stay, don’t you?”
“Not a problem…I can handle it.”
Fujiwara Chika opened her small mouth slightly and covered her face with both hands.
“Really?!”
Kitagami Yoru looked surprised as well.
“Chika is thinking of staying at my place, spending the night with me?”
“This development is moving too fast….”
“Can I stay here?”
Holding her face with both hands, she peeked out at Kitagami Yoru through a small gap between her fingers.
A surge of complex thoughts overwhelmed Kitagami Yoru, leaving him stunned as he nodded in agreement.
“Yes, you’re definitely being purposeful.”
“Purposeful in grabbing me and using force!”
Fujiwara Chika stood up abruptly, her expression changing to one of anger.
Looking down upon him, Kitagami Yoru glared at the man with a seething expression.
“……?” Kitagami Yoru asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
Pitiful Kitagami Yoru, manipulated by a pink demon in a cruel game.
“whimper-whimper…”
“I’m not clean anymore, you on purpose came to catch me…,” he muttered, his tone filled with frustration.
“whimper-whimper, snivel-snivel…”
Fujiwara Chika, who had changed again, clenched her fists into tiny fists and twisted them above her eyes, letting out a fake cry.
“sobs-sobs…”
In a hurry, Kitagami Yoru didn’t have time to carefully distinguish the cries; his clumsy ruse deceived him.
As he prepared to stand up and quickly go to comfort Fujiwara Chika, the crying girl accidentally let slip: ‘You took my first kiss… kissing me…’
But she didn’t realize that, still continuing her fake crying: ‘Kitagami-san, you’re the worst, I hate you…’
“First kiss, kissing you?”
On the other hand, Kitagami Yoru clearly heard it and repeated it in a muttering tone.
“Ha?”
Fujiwara Chika called out loud, moving her hands away, revealing a failed attempt to suppress her laughter.
She couldn’t hold back the slip.
“Chika, I feel like I need to hear your explanation, can you tell me?”
Kitagami Yoru lifted his left foot onto the sofa and stretched his arms around Fujiwara Chika.
“whimper-whine-whine…”
“It’s you taking advantage, and me being the one who feels embarrassed and wrong,” he said with a sneer.
Fujiwara Chika was on the verge of tears; she absolutely didn’t want to reveal what happened that night.
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