Heroine Regret 122

Heroine Regret 122

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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I want to become the Prime Minister.

Today.

In the morning, Tokyo’s sky is still slightly bright.

I woke up an hour earlier than usual.

Kitagami Yoru lies in bed, wearing only his underwear. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling, his expression complex.

Thinking back to last night and Fujiwara Chika’s situation.

…….

“Chika’s lips are so sweet, soft, and have a wonderful scent.”

“Wow, you’re awesome, Chika-chan.”

“Wait, Fujiwara Chika?”

Enraptured Kitagami Yoru suddenly opens his eyes, seeing Fujiwara Chika’s trembling eyelashes.

He doesn’t notice anything.

He forgets that this is Fujiwara Chika, not the Eriri he used to dominate arbitrarily!

His hands, through thin fabric, attack the pink butterfly.

“Chika!”

Startled, Kitagami Yoru releases Fujiwara Chika and steps back, trying to pull his hand away from her inner thigh.

“Umm… uh……”

Fujiwara Chika also opens her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment. She tightly grips Kitagami Yoru’s hand on the inside of her thighs. ‘

As Kitagami Yoru struggles, he feels the friction.

“Chika, Chika……”

Kitagami Yoru awkwardly laughs while regretting his previous crazy actions.

He tries several times, as if Fujiwara Chika’s skirt hides a strength beyond measure.

“I won’t speak to you anymore!”

Fujiwara Chika releases her legs and lets Kitagami Yoru retrieve his hand. She leans against the utility pole, scolding him angrily.

Chika….no…..Fujiwara-san.

Kitagami Yoru was sweating profusely and was at a loss.

“I hate you.”

Shy and angry, Fujiwara Chika said something, stretched out her hand to push Kitagami Yoru away and ran into the darkness.

At this time, the driver who came to pick her up just arrived here, and turned on the searchlight a few dozen meters away.

She felt no pain at all from the injury on her foot.

She could only feel her lips, soft breasts, buttocks and the private parts under her skirt.

These places were all the places that Kitagami Yoru bullied.

It was chilly down there.

The cold wind was blowing in the deep autumn night.

“Chika!”

Kitagami Yoru caught up with him, anxiously holding out his hand and shouting.

Now, he just wanted to apologize.

Hearing the call of his beloved, Fujiwara Chika didn’t even stop. He checked the license plate, quickly opened the back seat and got in.

“Miss, I’m driving.”

The driver only saw a figure under the street light in the distance.

The high beam was too dazzling.

“Drive.”

Fujiwara Chika nodded slightly, fastened her seat belt, and leaned towards the window.

“Okay.”

The driver did not turn off the engine, but turned the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

“Chika….”

“I was too impulsive just now… um… “

Kitagami Yoru grumbled to himself, his voice suddenly growing louder as he expressed frustration and then forcefully punched his thigh in remorse.

Standing under a streetlamp, he quickly turned the Audi around after spotting Fujiwara Chika’s car, which was unmistakably an A8 model.

He slowly drove away from the residential area.

“What should I do now?”

Kitagami Yoru felt a chill run down his spine as darkness loomed before him.

“I was too impulsive, too reckless…..”

“Ugh…. This is going to be a mess.”

He pressed his index and middle fingers together and lightly tapped them against his temples.

The empty footsteps echoed as he felt none of the satisfaction he had felt just a minute ago when he almost kissed Fujiwara Chika.

One minute ago, he was so happy; now, he was so regretful.

“Chika probably isn’t trying to kiss me….”

“Maybe she’s just trying to scare me with a jump—she might be like that.”

“Or maybe, it is….”

Tapping-tapping-tapping－－

The persistent footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor as Kitagami Yoru leaned against the wall, his hands still stained with white dust.

He walked slowly upward under the flickering light of the corridor’s fixture.

“Maybe she just wants to kiss me once, or even just breathe on my face.”

“But I……”

At the top of the stairs, Kitagami Yoru bowed his head and let out a mournful cry.

“Just one kiss, it won’t be the first time.”

“Chika might feel a little hesitant, but she wouldn’t get that angry.”

“It’s mainly my hands—when I was drunk, Chika already forgave me for touching her without consent….”

“I did it on purpose, mostly because of……”

Standing up, Kitagami Yoru, his expression on the verge of tears, leaned against the wall as he ascended the stairs.

In his mind, Kitagami Yoru recalled Fujiwara Chika’s complex and angry expression as she pushed past him.

“It’s really true that you’re angry!”

“You can’t just pretend.”

“‘No, that’s not a joke, I tell you.'”

After exhaling sharply, Kitagami Yoru returned home and locked the apartment door.

“Chika said she won’t speak to me anymore. Could that be true?”

“I don’t care about all that. I need to apologize.”

Kicking off his slippers, Kitagami Yoru quickly walked back to his room, opened his phone, and logged into LINE.

Even though Fujiwara Chika said she wouldn’t respond to him, he couldn’t let it affect him…

“Chika, I’m really sorry for my impulsive actions.”

Tightly typing out a line, Kitagami Yoru muttered it under his breath.

After several edits and corrections, he finally clicked send.

The message showed as sent successfully.

Kitagami Yoru relaxed slightly…

Luckily, she hadn’t blocked or deleted him.

The seat beside her.

Fujiwara Chika left a small gap open, and the evening breeze tousled his hair.

“Ding-dong—”

His phone buzzed once. Fujiwara Chika instinctively reached for it but was stopped.

Especially with the persistent notification, even his little sister Fujiwara Moeha and friend Shinomiya Kaguya couldn’t tolerate this treatment.

Only Kitagami Yoru had it, so he didn’t need to check.

Not far from home, the journey was already halfway done.

After leaving Kitagami Yoru, his body…

Especially something beyond description, the lingering feeling of being invaded by Kitagami Yoru only grew clearer, not weaker.

This signifies that the body naturally accepts and endures such things.

Fujiwara Chika is definitely a bit annoyed.

You can, she would welcome it every day without hesitation.

But without my permission, no touching allowed…

After the touch, she’s fine with comforting, but not overstepping.

The real thing Fujiwara can’t accept is that….

No doubt, you know what I mean.

Random touching.

“I won’t even acknowledge Kitagami Yoru anymore.”

With Kitagami Yoru crossing the line, Fujiwara Chika’s resolve is set in her heart.

Cut off communication!

Imagine Fujiwara Chika’s current emotions as a bowl of water.

Seventy percent is embarrassment, thirty percent is anger toward Kitagami Yoru!

“Ding-dong—“

“Ding-dong—–“

In the bathroom, Kitagami Yoru brushes his teeth, foam fills his mouth’s outer circle, yet his thoughts are on his phone.

A few minutes later, has Fujiwara Chika responded?

“Gurgling sound—-“

After rinsing his mouth, washing his face and feet, he lies back on the bed with San-san.

Kitagami Yoru has been enjoying sleeping in underwear lately. He’s removed his clothes and is waiting for Fujiwara Chika’s reply.

…..

“Not acknowledging me?”

“Blocking me?”

It had been about ten minutes since Kitagami Yoru waited patiently, still hoping for a reply from Fujiwara Chika. His heart grew heavy with impatience.

“San-san, I’ve gone too far.”

“Oh, how envious you are of her. Every girl loves her.”

“Not like me. No one likes or loves me. I must be the only one……”

“Let me just forget it.”

Around midnight, Kitagami Yoru gently stroked San-san’s head as he muttered to himself.

He waited a bit longer, still nothing came through.

Without hesitation, he turned off his phone and closed his eyes for some rest.

Yoru was endlessly thinking about Chika Fujiwara as he stood at the door of his house.

He politely thanked the driver and opened the car door to get out.

“Still not asleep?”

Fujiwara Chika held her phone in both hands, laughing softly before she immediately scowled.

Just that? Forgive Kitagami Yoru?

No way!

He had committed an unforgivable sin.

“I’ll never associate with this big fool, this bad guy again!”

Looking at all the apologies from Kitagami Yoru, Fujiwara Chika let out a dismissive sigh and walked back home.

In her mind.

A tiny figure with white wings and golden light around her head, battling against a dark-winged demon with sharp crystal horns on its brow.

The angel said:

“Chika, while Kitagami-san’s actions are certainly bad, you shouldn’t ignore him.”

“Think about it, the other girls at School—this is a bad thing and also a good thing. It confirms that Kitagami-san truly likes you, very much.”

The demon sneered in rebuttal: “As a girl, being treated like that and still wanting to forgive him? How unreasonable!”

“You better not be kidding me, you’re helping your opponent? He dare to do this to you and apologize is no use.”

“Oh my, it’s so complicated.”

Fujiwara Chika came to the door, turned on her phone screen, and checked Kitagami Yoru’s message again.

She was still a bit upset inside but at least had reduced her anger by 20%.

The battle between angels and demons intensifies as the owner’s mood reaches its climax.

In an instant, a radiant holy light emanates from the angel, causing the demon to roar in unwillingness and dissipate into thin air.

“At that time, I…I wasn’t intentionally tripping over Kitagami-san’s feet.”

“And I was also intentionally trying to remove his fat, even though it didn’t work….”

“I’m not a good person either……”

With her face pressed against the door, Fujiwara Chika begins to apologize for Kitagami Yoru, listing her misdeeds one by one.

“And then I even poked him with my finger…I don’t know if that’s right either…. Oh!”

She let out a flirty scream and closed her eyes.

Snort.

How long ago was it when she said she’d never get involved with Kitagami Yoru again?

“Hmm, I’ll reply to him later.”

“But I won’t easily forgive him.”

She exhaled sharply and opened the door, stepping inside quietly.

The room is illuminated by the light of a lamp.

“Sis, you’re finally back!”

Fujiwara Moeha is lying with a face mask on, looking at the clock.

She has about an hour before noon or midnight.

“What are you doing not sleeping?”

Fujiwara Chika sticks out her tongue and waves her hand dismissively.

“You’re worried about me.”

Far away down the corridor, the living room really is quite large.

“Hmph.”

Removing the shoe she hurt her foot on, she takes a deep breath and winces.

Oh, it hurts so much!

Why does it suddenly hurt so badly now?

She randomly puts on slippers and limps her way up the stairs.

Fujiwara Chika is moving unsteadily, leaning heavily against the wall as she ascends.

“This place… my sister isn’t just dropping off coats, she’s……”

“Dropping…. oh no.”

Fujiwara Moeha thinks Kitagami Yoru is treating his own sister harshly.

She’s limping badly on her walk.

“Go get some water for your sister and grab some medicine.”

Fujiwara Moeha is deep in thought, gently tapping her chin as she starts to move.

She’s happy and excited because she has a kind sister.

She sits down on the bed, holding her phone and smirking at the black screen for a while before putting it away.

LINE.

After rereading all of Kitagami Yoru’s messages, she smiles contentedly before replying.

“I’m home.”

“You’re lucky I don’t hold a grudge.”

Kitagami Yoru had planned to go to sleep, but then got a sudden urge and called a video chat.

“Ding-dong-dong—–“

The sudden video call startles Fujiwara Chika so much that her phone flies up and hits her chest.

She suddenly remembers Fujiwara Moeha’s earlier greeting.

Casually responded, brushing off her sister, Fujiwara Chika quickly stood up and prepared her expression, choosing to take the call.

In my sight.

It was Kitagami Yoru lying on his side in bed, wearing a sincere expression.

“Chika, you finally replied. I’m really worried.”

“It’s my fault for being too impulsive—”

This incident, Fujiwara Chika had absolutely no responsibility, and instead, Kitagami Yoru got the better of her.

The student council secretary, a little princess with ultimate authority, letting a jerk get away with it.

Hmph.

In the entire world, only Kitagami Yoru holds such an honor.

“Lazybones, you can tell me now.”

Fujiwara Chika looked thoroughly unimpressed.

Actually, she had completely forgiven Kitagami Yoru in the previous moment.

What do you mean by ‘damsel’?”

Giggled playfully.

“Chika, I apologize. Whether it’s letting you tread all over me or stuffing my mouth with your feet, I accept it. Can we agree?”

Kitagami Yoru nodded forcefully in the bed.

Is this an apology or a way to seek favors?!

“I’ll consider it. These days, I don’t want to see you.”

Fujiwara Chika’s thoughts were quite impressive, subtly opening her mouth.

“We can talk about it.”

Kitagami Yoru exhaled deeply, offering a gentle smile.

His actions could have gotten him expelled from school!

The devil within her had returned once more from Fujiwara Chika’s heart.

Devil: “The master is back!”

Fujiwara Chika, hurry up and use this to blackmail Kitagami Yoru and make him your boyfriend!

Well, if you’re not going to cut ties, then just stay together…

Then the angels rush out one after another, spreading holy light towards the demons.

The demons laugh maniacally, unafraid as they approach.

Because this time, they have the upper hand!

“Chika, want to chat a bit?”

Kitagami Yoru finally gets a response; he won’t hang up quickly.

“Alright.”

Fujiwara Chika pretends to hesitate and nods slightly.

“What do you want to do in the future?”

Kitagami Yoru flips over and asks.

“Oh, when I’m Japan’s prime minister.”

After Fujiwara Chika says that, she almost laughs out loud.

“The goal is far off; I can help you.”

Kitagami Yoru chuckles mockingly.

“Who needs your help… cut it out.”

Fujiwara Chika tilts her head and retorts from the side.

In autumn midday or night, Kitagami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika chat for a while before each saying goodnight to the other.

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