Heroine Regret 125
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 125
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Secret Meeting
Kitagami Yoru bends slightly, with hands folded standing before Fujiwara Chika in a sincere apology.
“No intention, I don’t want to deal with you. Just messing around.”
“Idiot.”
Fujiwara Chika sighs softly, tossing her head to the side.
If Kitagami Yoru did this with a stranger girl…
Considering she’s underage, maybe the sentence would be lighter.
But her age is close to being underage, making Fujiwara Chika meticulous, even without using her connections, he still has to serve a year and a half in prison.
You say?
Isn’t it too much for Kitagami Yoru to do?
“Chika, I’m asking you to kneel down, can I?”
Kitagami Yoru deeply realizes his mistake but truly doesn’t want to kneel.
Just kidding.
“If you really make me kneel down, it’s not a problem.”
After that, Kitagami Yoru looks deeply at Fujiwara Chika with an intense gaze.
“Kneel down, oh, I agree.”
“Kneel down and lick my feet, and I’ll forgive you.”
Fujiwara Chika turns around, lifts her leg, and extends the uninjured foot forward.
She shakes her indoor shoes.
“Not a joke?”
An astonished scream escapes from Kitagami Yoru’s mouth.
Don’t mention licking my feet.
Let Fujiwara Chika stomp on him; he’s more than willing!
Japanese people like kneeling, and in light novels and anime, the gesture of a knight kneeling is often seen.
It’s something that doesn’t happen in reality, but it does exist.
But there is one.
“Stop joking around and don’t kneel!”
Seeing Yoru’s face change from surprise to confusion, Chika felt a sudden tension in her heart as she quickly called him back.
This is such an humiliating thing…
Kneel and lick my feet.
Although, the target is a rich girl at the top of Japan’s power, whose hair is more precious than a commoner, she looks cute, and has beautiful legs.
Even so, Fujiwara Chika still thinks it is humiliating.
It’s really beneath her dignity.
A wife kneeling to her husband is more like that.
For a commoner, even the daughter of Japan’s elite would be precious, not only because she’s beautiful but also because her legs are well-formed.
Fujiwara is a name that doesn’t change; their numerous complicated traditions remain intact, even if modern society has relaxed some of them slightly.
At the top of the pyramid, within the old-fashioned elite circle of Chika’s family, they all behave this way.
They truly believe that in Japan’s corrupt capital bureaucracy, a poor and uneducated person can climb to the peak of the pyramid.
It’s not impossible either.
Throughout history, perhaps it will happen again.
“Chika-chan, don’t be angry, I’ll give you a massage.”
Kitagami Yoru laughed and sat next to Chika, lightly sniffing the scent of her youth.
“Is she wearing perfume?”
Sniffing the air, Kitagami Yoru curiously said, “Not telling you.”
Chika shifted her position and stared at Kitagami Yoru’s face.
Earlier, he wouldn’t have actually planned to kneel and lick my feet, would he?
Seems like they’ve realized their mistake.
Maybe you can forgive him a little and talk to him.
Willing to apologize for doing such a dishonorable thing for me.
Thinking, Fujiwara Chika notices the smile on her lips, quickly uses drinking water to cover it up.
Suppressing the intense joy in her heart.
“Chika, have you had lunch?”
Kitagami Yoru lightly leans over, trying to feel if she’s there, and gently places his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you want to refuse him?”
“Or maybe don’t… in case Kitagami-san gets disappointed and gives up.”
Quietly screwing the cap of the drink bottle, her face slightly red, but she doesn’t notice.
“I’ve never had such a cute girl to interact with before… Chika.”
“Impulse is the devil. After I sneakily open my eyes, it’s Chika you’re planning to kiss…”
“Back then… my mind was just empty… just…”
“Later on, I don’t even know, I turned into a jerk who took advantage of you.”
Kitagami Yoru’s hand, lightly massaging Fujiwara Chika’s shoulder.
“I don’t believe you. Normal people wouldn’t get scared and tense up like that, would they?”
Fujiwara Chika gives Kitagami Yoru a look full of bliss, afraid someone might notice, then quickly turns away.
Kitagami Yoru praises her, too excited.
Sasha-sasha-sasha…
Unable to fully control her joy and excitement, Fujiwara Chika’s shoes unconsciously rub against the floor, creating a “sasha-sasha” sound.
“Useful.”
A small smile escapes, relaxing Kitagami Yoru a bit more. It’s only natural for a girl to enjoy being called cute and beautiful.
“Chika, if you were a boy, you’d know how cute and pretty you are.”
“Everyone reacts differently, I guarantee…”
“Chika has helped me before, done so much for me. Depending on Chika’s feelings and others’, it’s like they’re from different worlds….”
“Does this intensity feel good…?”
Kitagami Yoru kept a faint, deliberate smile on his face, giving Fujiwara Chika enough time to react and observe his actions.
He kept massaging her shoulders with one hand while tightly pulling her closer.
Fujiwara Chika continued shifting her butt, sitting far back against the pillar.
With her hands suspended in mid-air, Kitagami Yoru stared blankly for a moment before stubbornly pushing closer again.
He called out to Fujiwara Chika in a affectionate, gentle tone:
“Chika, Chika.”
“Oh my, what do I do? I’m so embarrassed.”
“Kitagami-san… how…”
“If I hadn’t come to the meeting, staying at Student Council would have been better.”
“Ugh… um…”
Fujiwara Chika was extremely happy, but it was a happiness that didn’t easily boil over, affecting her body in an odd way.
“Chika?”
Kitagami Yoru slowly extended his hand and tilted his head to look at Fujiwara Chika’s face.
“Don’t touch her, she just touched my shoulder again, making me think of that feeling.”
“You’re being presumptuous. Why am I so familiar with this?”
Fujiwara Chika lightly pushed away Kitagami Yoru’s hand with a slap, her red-pink cheeks visible as she spoke.
“Familiar?”
“I even gave Chika an initial kiss, so maybe it was just a natural reaction.”
“You…you…what first kiss…”
“You… you’re lying. How dare someone else kiss me without hesitation? Still touching me!”
Fujiwara Chika’s cheeks grew even redder, like a ripe peach that had fully ripened.
Waiting for the owner of a gold-colored stick that can grow and shrink, to come pick it up.
“Chika-chan, are you thinking about my summer look? It’s been how long since we started school?”
Kitagami Yoru sighs heavily as he crosses his arms, gazing off into the distance.
Let Chika decide slowly, Fujiwara Chika.
“But saying it like that, won’t that make Chika sad?”
“My first kiss, Eriri… No, I mean… Not really…”
Fujiwara Chika eyes Kitagami Yoru up and down, beginning to ponder.
Hearing what Kitagami Yoru says makes sense in a way.
“But I’m not worried about the first kiss, at least not the most concerned.”
Fujiwara Chika lightly pats Kitagami Yoru’s shoulder.
“So Chika can ask me anything she wants, really.”
Kitagami Yoru forces a faint smile.
“Anything?”
“Requests?”
A devilish energy surges and fills Fujiwara Chika’s pure heart.
She giggles.
Threatening Kitagami Yoru, demanding he be her boyfriend with a fierce look.
That was too bad of you.
“I can agree to anything you ask for.”
The more Kitagami Yoru says, the less Fujiwara Chika understands.
What does Fujiwara Chika lack?
“Honest and tell me, are you lying to other girls? Your hands are so experienced.”
Fujiwara Chika’s small hands are folded and placed on her thigh as she turns to face Kitagami Yoru with a piercing gaze.
Her eyes burn with intensity.
“No, I swear there’s nothing. I’ve only been intimate with Chika like this, and never anyone else.”
Kitagami Yoru walked back silently.
Strictly speaking, he wasn’t lying.
Eriri doesn’t count.
Except for that stupid golden retriever, Eriri, he hadn’t been with anyone else.
And besides, Eriri is just a cute little dog and not really on the same level as humans.
“Alright, I forgive you.”
Fujiwara Chika was staring intently at Kitagami Yoru’s eyes, her eyes wide with determination for several seconds.
The smile on her lips burst out, accompanied by a light giggle sound. She kicked Kitagami Yoru’s foot to let it all out.
“Now, you weren’t just joking around, were you? Should I consider whether to kneel down and… lick… my own?”
“Oh?”
As she said this, Fujiwara Chika intentionally kicked Kitagami Yoru’s foot again to release her pent-up emotions.
“Yes, that’s fine. If Chika wants it, I can do it every day.”
Kitagami Yoru slightly pursed his lips, with a hint of mockery in his expression.
“Chika is so innocent, kind of like Nanami too. Maybe Nanami would be the same?”
“I don’t know. There are people like me in this world.”
“Hmm… Gabriel too…”
“No, you can just go die. It’s making me sick.”
Fujiwara Chika laughed as she playfully kicked Kitagami Yoru.
The sounds of their playful banter echoed around the small pavilion.
Normally, this place is quiet and secluded, rarely visited by anyone.
“Is someone here?”
Kato Megumi had finished her lunch and was coming out to buy water, feeling annoyed and planning to walk around here.
Far away, the tree shadows stretched out, and she heard the laughter.
“Okay, okay, I didn’t mean to. I’ve apologized enough times now. Can you forgive me?”
Kitagami Yoru spread his hands in a helpless gesture, begging for forgiveness.
“I guess I can let it go.”
Fujiwara Chika kicked Kitagami Yoru hard and sighed.
“Kitagami-san, were you with another girl?”
The laughter from their playfulness was natural and not forced.
Kato Megumi stared in shock, her heart racing, feeling conflicted.
She had always treated the small pavilion as a private space for herself and Kitagami Yoru.
A place that was only theirs to keep secret.
“Kitagami-san brought a girl over here….”
“Still messing around….”
Kato Megumi’s lips curled in anger, her feet hesitating before she dared to approach.
After struggling with her emotions, Kato Megumi didn’t turn back meekly but instead clenched her fists tightly and stormed away.
What could she do about it?
She was the one who came first, having known Kitagami Yoru the longest.
….
“Chika-chan, you’re really cute…”
Kitagami Yoru suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed intently on Fujiwara Chika’s beautiful eyes.
In a flash, the giggling Fujiwara Chika was frozen, as if cursed with some kind of spell.
“Chika-chan, don’t you like me at all?”
Kitagami Yoru smiled warmly, gently placing his hands on Fujiwara Chika’s shoulders and pulling her closer.
Her body was trembling violently.
Fujiwara Chika’s entire being was shaking, not just physically.
While sitting together, how long did Fujiwara Chika keep that flushed red face?
Kitagami Yoru isn’t blind or stupid.
This Fujiwara Chika, who hates herself and keeps ignoring herself, why should I stick around with her?
Just get a grip and tell her off and leave.
Even going so far as to use your relationship to kill yourself is too easy.
“Ugh… ugh…”
Strong, thick hormones are constantly drilling into Fujiwara Chika’s nose and brain. She can’t help but let out meaningless whimpering sounds from her mouth.
To put it simply,
It must be that she’s “q”.
Kitagami Yoru’s scent is, for a girl, the most pure vitamin C.
“Chika… chan…”
Everything is within her.
With questioning and flattering…
“Hmm…”
Fujiwara Chika’s countless jumbled thoughts disappear in an instant.
No escaping, absolutely not allowed.
Just discard everything.
It actually makes me think back to the previous two times.
“I love you.”
Kitagami Yoru suddenly blurts out that phrase for some reason, and then kisses her.
Only after their lips meet does he realize it’s not right.
“I didn’t intend to say those words, did I?!”
“Oh well, forget about it!”
“Say or not say, it doesn’t matter….”
However, it makes Fujiwara Chika feel even sweeter.
……..
I don’t understand why the French prefer women who are older than them. That’s something Kitagami Yoru can’t grasp.
Because everyone says that French big shots set a good example with their “Macaon” thing.
But French kisses are pretty great.
“Uhh… uhh…”
With poor lung capacity, Fujiwara Chika groggily opens her eyes, her forehead and cheeks flushed with heat.
Someone who doesn’t know her gently touches her head, thinking she might be sick from a fever.
But…
It’s kind of the same, isn’t it?
She definitely is.
“Chika, are you okay….”
Kitagami Yoru is also surprised. Her first proper kiss was with Fujiwara Chika!
Fujiwara Chika, the top-tier noblewoman and heiress, is amazing!
Just yesterday, she was still angry and refusing to speak to him.
“Umm, it’s really comfortable….”
Sweat drips from Fujiwara Chika’s palms as she nods softly, almost disappearing into the crowd.
“Continue?”
Kitagami Yoru quickly licked her lips, still feeling it wasn’t enough.
‘You… close your eyes.”
The shy girl’s eyes only hold the person she likes right now.
At the mention of it, Kitagami Yoru feels herself closing her eyes.
Yesterday.
Chika Fujiwara whispered to Yoru Kitagami, closing her eyes with the intention of sneaking a kiss.
A gentle kiss would have sufficed.
Who knows that Yoru Kitagami wouldn’t listen, opening his eyes midway through, still acting like a domineering ruler.
“I’m here… ha…”
A tremulous voice escaped from her delicate lips, Chika Fujiwara took a deep breath to brace herself.
Love was in the air.
Chika Fujiwara’s hands tightly gripped Yoru Kitagami’s neck, afraid he might bolt.
As for Yoru Kitagami’s hands, they remained composed, instead intertwining with her strawberry blonde hair to cradle her small head.
Two minutes later…
This time, it was just a bit shorter.
“Phew… that was tough…”
Chika Fujiwara couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed Yoru Kitagami away, gasping for air.
Yoru Kitagami remained silent, his hands trembling as they rested nowhere, excitement flickering in his eyes.
The room fell quiet again after a few minutes.
Chika Fujiwara suddenly screamed, covering her face and turning away.
What happened?
Just now… what occurred?
“Chika, how did you feel?”
Yoru Kitagami moved to gently brush her hair back.
“I don’t know… I don’t know…”
Chika Fujiwara blocked his attempts.
Can he have the courage to close his eyes again?
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