Heroine Regret 121
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 121
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
A kiss
Splashing sounds－
The shower head pours hot water continuously onto Aoyama Nanami’s delicate skin.
I don’t know how to take care of it.
Even though it’s the cheapest, I can only use mass-produced body lotion. I rarely wear makeup either, yet her skin remains so soft.
It’s not as good as that of Eriri or Yukinoshita Yukino, but it’s also not too far off.
Her legs are still so tender despite working so hard every day.
“Hmm－”
“If Kitagami-san found out, I’ve been secretly fantasizing about using him like that. Wouldn’t he be disappointed and angry with me?”
“This matter must not be continued.”
“He treats me as a friend, but I… oh dear…”
Depressed Aoyama Nanami quickly applies soap to wash away her tired, dirty body.
Just a few minutes later, she’s done cleaning the day’s worth of dirt off her body.
Even other girls would take at least ten minutes for such a task.
Aoyama Nanami has no choice but to do it to save water and electricity.
“Take a bath.”
In Japan, taking a bath is as common as eating in China. Just like how the Chinese use chopsticks for meals.
She takes a bath almost every day.
Wearing slippery bath shoes, Aoyama Nanami grips the edge of the narrow bathtub and steps into it.
Enjoying her weekly bath time.
All the tiredness of the day melts away in the warm water.
Closing her eyes, Aoyama Nanami cups the hot water in her small hands and pours it over her refined collarbone.
“Kitagami-san and Fujiwara-san, what are they doing now?”
“In… the…”
“Last week, many students from School came to ask me about Kitagami-san’s things….”
“It hurts so much, here.”
Muttering Aoyama Nanami, she opens her eyes and touches her heart.
Just outside.
She feels deeply in one direction, and whenever she has free time, she’ll think of the boy, long for a meeting, and even a single word will make her happy for several days.
Clinging to conditions far beyond any girl’s limits, perhaps this is now over, holding each other and saying sweet nothings.
It could also be at the most intense moment.
“Kitagami-san……”
Unconsciously, Aoyama Nanami’s gaze begins to wander, her small hand sinks into the water.
“Last time, tomorrow won’t happen, after tonight at midnight.”
With one sentence, she easily convinces herself, shifting her head slightly.
“Kitagami-san….Kitagami… you….”
“Kitagami-kun…. sigh…. Kitagami-kun….. Nanami likes… sigh……”
“sigh…. Kitagami-kun….. Nanami loves you…..”
“No…. Yoru-kun….. husband… Nanami loves you….. sigh, sigh, sigh～”
After about five to six minutes, the water in the bath tub calms down, and the sound of the water subsides.
Aoyama Nanami, having cooled down, slightly wrinkles her fingers from being submerged too long.
But she’s completely exhausted and doesn’t immediately get up.
After a while, she supports herself to stand and puts on her shoes, her beautiful face still slightly flushed from the heat.
“It’s so cold, Argh!”
The cold air of the night feels biting. Aoyama Nanami sneezes and quickly uses a towel to dry off.
After that, she tosses aside some water from her bath and hurriedly changes into new clothes.
She’s already had dinner.
Aoyama Nanami turns off the lights in the bedroom and also switches off the living room lights. She has also washed herself, leaving only the bedroom light on.
She writes an extremely rare homework assignment and studies for a half-hour of review.
She practices voice acting.
“Still, voice acting is… this is the most important. You can’t think about Kitagami-san’s things.”
“Even if you were together, without passing the voice audition, it would……”
The angry thoughts swirling in her mind are forcefully shaken away by Aoyama Nanami’s determined plan.
She throws them out with a forceful toss of her head.
Ten thirty.
Aoyama Nanami is wearing a washed-out white sleepshirt, which looks like it’s been rumpled from somewhere. She’s disheveled and in a bad state.
She burrows into the bed and tilts her head to look at the side of the bed.
She rests her head on the pillow and gazes at the bright stars and moon outside the window.
“What’s the deal between Kitagami-san and Yukinoshita Yukino?”
“It seems he isn’t close with Gabriel.”
She clearly said she wouldn’t think about Kitagami Yoru’s things, but even if a god came to her, this request would be too much.
People can’t control their thoughts; they can only try to suppress them and distract themselves.
Humans are born with seven emotions and six desires. They can’t escape them.
Sometimes, even a bold thought crosses your mind: what if you were one of them?
She flips over and closes her eyes to sleep, facing the ceiling.
A few seconds later.
Aoyama Nanami slowly opens her eyes and takes a deep breath before standing to carry the tea cup.
She lies back down, pulling her phone out from under the pillow to check the time.
Not long after, she sets the phone aside and rolls over to her other side.
Frustrated and wide awake, she tosses and turns.
“It’s not even midnight yet……” she mutters to herself.
She twirls her thin fingers in circles as the blanket feels stuffy under her.
“Kitagami-san….”
……
“Are you comfortable?”
The pressure is overwhelming, and the boy, just a innocent girl’s thoughts, hesitates to speak.
“Use a little force on the left side.”
Fujiwara Chika turns toward the TV to retort.
Kitagami Yoru, massaging her back enthusiastically, remains unaware of how happy and embarrassed Fujiwara Chika looks right now.
“Chika, were you out wearing perfume?”
Kitagami Yoru starts chatting casually.
“It’s completely normal for a girl not to wear perfume, isn’t it?”
“Do you understand?”
Fujiwara Chika explains this matter with an exaggerated tone, as if she’s a teacher.
“Idiot! I wouldn’t tell you.”
“But some girls just naturally have their own scent.”
Kitagami Yoru quietly thinks about something else.
For example, Eriri has a sweet scent reminiscent of milk.
By pressing her nose close to her skin, she can perceive it.
Mrs. Yuigahama exudes an allure that is several times more deadly than Eriri’s.
“Will Yuigahama-san turn out like that in the future?”
She mutters to herself, and Kitagami Yoru feels uncertain about it.
“It’s getting late.”
Fujiwara Chika is watching TV when she suddenly speaks up.
“Should I take a taxi or have the driver bring you?”
Kitagami Yoru stops and performs a massage action.
“Hmm……..”
Fujiwara Chika stretches her voice, suggesting it’s fine for you to stay here.
Anyway, aside from Moeha, the family doesn’t know about this.
It’s okay; Kaguya’s house is where you should be.
Chika has stayed at Kaguya’s place in Shinomiya quite a few times herself.
She’s seven parts wanting to go home and three parts wanting to stay.
“Chika, are you staying with me?”
Kitagami Yoru furrows her brow.
“No……no way.”
Fujiwara Chika suddenly shivers, tightly gripping the edge of the sofa.
Kitagami Yoru, without realizing, moves close to her ear and blows warm air gently before speaking.
“Call the driver; I’m also tired.”
Even if Fujiwara Chika really stays home, Kitagami Yoru won’t imagine having any special friendship happening.
“What’s the hurry?”
“I dislike you so much that I don’t feel like rushing.”
Fujiwara Chika turns around to look at Kitagami Yoru with a light sigh.
“I like you. I really… rush….”
Kitagami Yoru waves his hand carelessly, half-jokingly shaking his head.
…..
“Ugh… talking nonsense.”
“I don’t like you at all.”
Fujiwara Chika’s heart is racing fast, thump-thump…
Heart rate hitting the bottom at 180 and rising!
If it goes any faster, there’ll be a danger to life.
“Is that right? Not even a little bit?”
Kitagami Yoru suddenly retracts the playful expression he had been wearing for some reason.
His lips curl into a faint smile, and the deep affection in his eyes almost could consume Fujiwara Chika.
Let alone Fujiwara Chika who originally liked Kitagami Yoru, even Yukinoshita Yukino or Yuigahama Yui, who are closer friends, would also not tolerate it.
“Go away! You’re trying to trap me. I hate you.”
Fujiwara Chika quickly extends her hand toward Kitagami Yoru.
“I’m sorry, don’t hit me. Be careful with your feet.”
Just as she’s about to get hit, Fujiwara Chika remembers her own injured foot, but Kitagami Yoru still does not.
“Oh, then I’ll call the driver to pick me up.”
Chika Fujiwara thump-thump’d to a stop, having finished her harsh glower at Kitagami Yoru’s scolding before spitting out her frustration.
Once done, she couldn’t bear to leave, muttering with a wistful sigh.
“I’ll go wash my hands.”
Kitagami Yoru’s hands reeked of the oil used in his fighting technique.
“You stink, daring to say my feet are smelly… little…”
Chika Fujiwara puffed out her lips like an angel-faced demon, her face beet-red with embarrassment.
“Stinky! Ugh!”
Kitagami Yoru turned his back and walked into the kitchen without so much as a glance.
His feet were spotless; the scent was killing her.
“I’ll stuff your mouth with ‘stinky’ if you open it again, and then I’ll stomp you!”
Outside, Chika Fujiwara’s desperate curses echoed.
She quickly lifted her uninjured foot and held it in front of her nose to sniff.
“Just a faint trace of sock scent—probably no panties left.”
“He’s doing this on purpose.”
Chika Fujiwara didn’t overthink it.
“There are still some good things in the world.”
“So, does Chika like me? Even a little…?”
“A little should count, right? Otherwise, why would she act this way? In manga, light novels, and anime, it’s always said that girls hide their feelings.”
Kitagami Yoru wiped the water droplets from his hands before stepping out.
“Want to drink?”
He opened the last bottle of juice and sat down.
“You go ahead, and then… there’s more.”
The weekend outing request, I’m considering, see if it’s busy.
In a few days, I’ll give you an answer.
Fujiwara Chika slightly looks at San-san, stealthily observing Kitagami Yoru’s reaction.
“Okay.”
Kitagami Yoru didn’t say anything, quietly drinking his drink.
Overstepped again, today’s intake.
Oh…
“Hmm, can I say it directly?”
Girls generally have shyness or modesty and need a step to come down.
Sat for about twenty minutes before the driver called to say they’re almost there.
“Carry me downstairs; my feet hurt.”
Fujiwara Chika stands up confidently.
Kitagami Yoru didn’t say anything, looking at Fujiwara Chika and suggesting a princess carry.
Takes a step forward, but Fujiwara Chika is already prepared, only for Kitagami Yoru to bend down and squat.
With powerful arms, he supports her waist and the soft knee, this position seems good…
Picking up Fujiwara Chika, she gasps in fear, instinctively hiding in Kitagami Yoru’s arms and leaning into his chest.
Now, Kitagami Yoru has little muscle, with flat chest muscles.
In a while…
Fujiwara Chika should not let go, not enough to touch.
“Who made you like this?”
Holding the fragrant pink hair of the soft-skinned girl in his arms, Kitagami Yoru slowly sits down by the entrance.
“A bit heavy, giggling.”
Without a positive response, Kitagami Yoru giggled.
“I’ll kill you, stomp you, you bastard, grab me there, kiss me, I hate you so much.”
It seemed like they were long-time partners who had shared many cloud meetings, Fujiwara Chika playfully scolded.
“Feet okay? Does that count as a conversation?”
Kitagami Yoru carelessly put on slippers and pulled Fujiwara Chika’s shoe towards him.
“Alright, stomp you.”
The girl thought Kitagami Yoru was joking, embarrassing her.
“The moonlight is beautiful.”
Kitagami Yoru sighed and quickly changed his shoes, then embraced Fujiwara Chika as they went downstairs.
Thump-thump—-
Footsteps echoed in the corridor near midnight, as Tokyo entered its lively phase.
For Kitagami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika, it was already late.
“Going back now?”
As they approached the bottom of the stairs, Fujiwara Chika realized Kitagami Yoru wanted to separate from her more quickly.
They went downstairs.
Kitagami Yoru effortlessly flipped Fujiwara Chika over and pulled her out of the apartment.
“Here, the driver will be right here.”
Fujiwara Chika pointed to a lamppost nearby.
Bright.
“I’ll stay with you for a bit.”
Kitagami Yoru didn’t give Fujiwara Chika a chance to refuse.
“Whatever you want.”
Pulling out her phone from her pocket, Fujiwara Chika checked the driver’s location.
Eight hundred meters.
In a residential area at night, the roads are complicated and narrow. We should have to wait for a few minutes.
“You…you close your eyes…”
“I have a surprise for you, a gift.”
Putting her phone in her pocket with one hand, Fujiwara Chika started to explore with the other hand.
This kind of skirt has pockets?
Kitagami Yoru didn’t think much about it and thought Fujiwara Chika really wanted to give her a gift.
“You’re in a hurry.”
Slightly standing on tiptoe, Fujiwara Chika’s pretty face flushed and her eyes narrowed under the streetlight, and she trembled as she kissed Kitagami Yoru’s face.
Something is wrong!
Kitagami Yoru secretly opened his eyes a little, and the girl’s hot breath had already hit his cheek.
He was stunned!
Fujiwara Chika was going to kiss him?!
Adrenaline surged in an instant, and Kitagami Yoru made up his mind.
He stretched out his hands, hugged Fujiwara Chika all of a sudden, took a deep breath and kissed her!
“Hmm?!”
Fujiwara Chika was so nervous that her heartbeat could be heard in her ears. She was attacked without warning and lost control of her body as she opened her eyes.
Overbearing, as heavy as a storm….
Invading the top of the head!
After a few seconds of panic, Fujiwara Chika, driven by her natural shyness, instinctively wanted to push open the door to Kitagami Yoru’s room. Her arms felt like they were made of hydraulic arms capable of holding millions of tons.
She couldn’t find a way to break free.
Then enjoy it.
Blushing in surprise and shyness, or blushing in joy and shyness. It could be either.
A little over a minute later, Kitagami Yoru opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and locked onto Fujiwara Chika’s shy, flustered eyes as she tried to dodge him.
With a huff, Fujiwara Chika blushed, her cute, bashful face and expression combining with the suggestive atmosphere of the moment. She hadn’t said anything yet.
“Too cute! Chika-chan!”
Kitagami Yoru couldn’t help himself and complimented her, then kissed her again.
Still not satisfied.
Pushing Fujiwara Chika away, he knocked her into a utility pole, his emotions reaching a peak.
Kitagami Yoru’s mind was completely blank; his hands were also uncontrollable.
The first thing Fujiwara Chika would think of next was something she never could have imagined from Kitagami Yoru—how bad it was.
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