Heroine Regret 130

Heroine Regret 130

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Kasumigaoka’s sultry photo shoot

“Take a break.”

Mrs. Yuigahama smiled and replied.

Kitagami Yoru washed his hands, pulled up a chair, and went back to get his backpack.

He sat down on the chair, looking around the café with boredom.

Every now and then, he stood up to glance east and west.

He walked over to the manga corner and started flipping through some comics.

(love oscillator)

Kitagami Yoru quickly glanced at the cover but didn’t really look at it, just randomly flipping through one page.

He was reading a light novel and had checked the table of contents.

Basically, you can get a general idea by looking through the table of contents to decide if it’s worth reading.

“Is it a daily pure love type?”

“Or is it a clear water novel? It doesn’t matter.”

He flipped through it quickly and put it back on the shelf with boredom.

Surprised glance.

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s photo.

The next second, he took it out from the shelf to confirm the author’s name by reading it again.

“Kasumigaoka Utaha?”

Kitagami Yoru recited Kasumigaoka Utaha’s name and started doubting.

“Could this be a light novel written by Kasumigaoka Utaha?”

“The name is too similar….”

It’s possible that the light novel in your hand is written by Kasumigaoka Utaha, but Kitagami Yoru seems uninterested.

He looks a bit curious and puts it back.

“It really could be Kasumigaoka Utaha. It sold fifty thousand copies.”

“That’s understandable. The house itself is pretty ordinary, yet they manage to spend so much money on it.”

Kitagami Yoru smiles faintly and shakes his head.

Surprising.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is even more outstanding than he knows,

but that personality of hers…

It’s frustrating.

Strolling aimlessly, Kitagami Yoru gazes at Mrs. Yuigahama.

Probably need to wait a bit longer.

Continuing his aimless wandering.

In no time at all,

He is drawn toward a bright light.

In a secluded corner, under the two-seater sofa lies an unlocked Apple phone.

Kitagami Yoru also likes setting the screen to sleep mode, ensuring it never sleeps.

“It’s not locked.”

Hurrying to bend down, he picks up the Apple phone and checks it thoroughly.

It’s truly new.

Wrapped in a transparent white phone case.

“Whose phone?”

Kitagami Yoru turned around to look at the busy Mrs. Yuigahama and then glanced at the monitor.

It seems…

Like a perspective.

“The owner of the phone must be pretty worried. Let me see if I can reach them.”

Kitagami Yoru, with good intentions, opened the call log.

Thinking that, the owner of the lost phone might call several times.

By checking the records of unanswered calls, you can contact them back.

“None?”

“Check the contacts.”

Kitagami Yoru opened the contacts without hesitation.

“Dad… Mom…”

“Koyasu Tsubame….. Sister Machida….”

The contacts are few, so Kitagami Yoru scanned them one by one.

“It’s a schoolmate. Should I call her sister?”

Kitagami Yoru was thinking about the idea that younger people are easier to talk to and opened Machida’s note.

It seems the owner of the phone is probably a town田 girl?

“Probably?”

Considering that he didn’t call immediately.

Maybe waiting for a bit, the owner’s phone might ring?

“Oh right, and there’s LINE.”

Kitagami Yoru recalled this, stepped back to the main screen, and found LINE.

No sign of a mobile game, but some software commonly used by girls can be assumed to belong to a girl who lost it.

Entering LINE, the messaging interface was empty.

Switching to the “Friends” section, Kitagami Yoru had no intention of spying on others’ privacy.

Instead, he deliberately avoided looking into it.

The contacts on his phone were almost identical to those stored in his mobile.

“This girl is at School. She must be one of the transparent ones.”

“Oh, right! Let’s check the album!”

Kitagami Yoru had an epiphany, recalling that many female high school students like taking selfies.

So he opened the photo album.

…….

Meanwhile,

Back at home, Kasumigaoka Utaha turned on the lights and intended to pull out her phone to watch some short videos for relaxation.

She rummaged through everything, even considering digging up the garden outside to check if her phone was there, only to realize it wasn’t missing after all!

Panicking, she quickly pulled out a backup phone and nervously pressed the power button.

“I hope it still has battery. I don’t want anyone else to have found it.”

“It must be in that café when I left it behind.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha, frantic with regret, saw the backup phone successfully turning on, still having about 30% battery life.

She let out a small sigh of relief.

In this day and age,

Whether it’s boys or girls in their teens or middle-aged office workers,

Everyone seems to have their own struggles.

All are indispensable, having evolved into a necessity for phones.

Losing a phone isn’t that important.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn’t put anything in her phone; she just stores important files.

But she has one, taken recently to please herself—a photo of her wearing a revealing lingerie set.

In Japan, “photo” refers to the act of taking pictures.

If…

Kasumigaoka Utaha closes her eyes and involuntarily imagines things.

The person who finds the phone might…

“I……”

Covering her face, Kasumigaoka Utaha mutters a curse, calling herself an idiot.

How could she have lost her phone?

“Maybe I should call them.”

Taking a deep breath, she inputs the phone number. Kasumigaoka Utaha’s legs tense up so much that her feet are cramped against the edge of the bed.

High-quality black leggings with reinforced toe guards, covering a pair of feet painted with blue nail polish. They emit an irresistibly enchanting fragrance.

“Dong… dong… dong….”

The phone rings with a hold music tone. Kasumigaoka Utaha looks at her own feet, wondering why Tomoya Aki’s face isn’t appearing in her mind.

Instead, it’s Kitagami Yoru who comes to mind.

“Hmm, so someone actually finds the black silk socks and the foot fetish interesting enough to spend a whole day thinking about them….”

……

“It’s Kasumigaoka Utaha. Her photo…”

As soon as Kitagami Yoru sees the provocative private photo of Kasumigaoka Utaha, he hasn’t had a chance to react yet.

Slightly opening her eyes, a phone call suddenly rings through, interrupting his thoughts.

Kitagami Yoru already knows the owner of the lost phone is Kasumigaoka Utaha and decides to answer the call.

“Hello, may I ask if you found my phone?”

The call connects immediately, surprising and delighted Kasumigaoka Utaha, who tucks her long, shapely legs back onto the chair.

“Is that you?”

Kitagami Yoru, standing with a faint smile, sees Mrs. Yuigahama finish packing and moves to grab her backpack.

“Long wait, Kitagami-san.”

Mrs. Yuigahama smiles as she finishes packing, then approaches to say:

“Yes, I found a phone. The owner is someone I just happen to know.”

Kitagami Yoru gestures slightly, placing his Apple iPhone on the table.

“Kitagami Yoru, how is it you?”

The familiar voice reaches Kasumigaoka Utaha’s ears, and she cried out in surprise.

Mrs. Yuigahama nods lightly, allowing Kitagami Yoru to follow her outside.

Closing the coffee shop door, the outside world is shrouded in darkness.

“It’s getting late; I’m really sorry, Kitagami-san.”

Speaking to Yoru, Mrs. Yuigahama pulls a set of car keys from her bag and tells the nearby Kitagami Yoru.

Following behind Mrs. Yuigahama, who is the mother of his classmates Yuigahama Yui, Kitagami Yoru dare not glance at that perfect body.

“The car is a bit far away; I apologize.”

“We’ll need to walk for a while.”

Mrs. Yuigahama turns back to remind him briefly.

Kitagami Yoru nodded politely and replied to Kasumigaoka Utaha: “You’re surprised that I found your phone?”

“Where are you? At the coffee shop?” Kasumigaoka Utaha slightly relaxes her demeanor.

Well, Kitagami Yoru, I guess we can consider us somewhat acquainted.

“No, the coffee shop just closed its doors.” Kitagami Yoru speaks in a calm tone.

“Can you bring your phone to my house instead?”

With the phone still in her hand, Kasumigaoka Utaha’s voice and demeanor are quite soft.

“I can deliver it to you tomorrow.”

Kitagami Yoru firmly refuses.

At this moment, I had to send the phone back to Kasumigaoka Utaha all the way at night. Is he crazy?

Or is there a reward?

Like… cough…

“Why, I can pay you for your services.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolls over in bed, completely dropping the usual haughty and cold beauty she displays to others.

These so-called girls are all over the place in their assumptions.

“I don’t need your money,” Kitagami Yoru says.

Seeing Mrs. Yuigahama, Kitagami Yoru presses the car key in her hand, and a compact white Honda sedan lights up far away.

“Driving such a car won’t be too cramped?”

Muttering to herself, Kitagami Yoru refocuses on her conversation with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“I told you I’ll bring it tomorrow. If not, you can come pick it up yourself.”

Hurrying after Mrs. Yuigahama, Kitagami Yoru speeds up her pace.

“Call a taxi or hire someone to bring your phone over?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of another way.

This method has a certain probability of losing your phone.

Not enough reassuring.

“Considering your attitude towards me, I am very dissatisfied.”

“If I don’t do it tomorrow, you can come and get it yourself; otherwise, forget about it.”

Kitagami Yoru hasn’t been intentionally causing Kasumigaoka Utaha any boring behavior.

He is lazy.

Lazy to download and register various face recognition apps, order to send the phone back to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“You? How would helping me a little work?”

“I’m not the one who doesn’t……”

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled over in bed, a hint of frustration flickering in her eyes before she stopped herself immediately.

“So that’s it? If you figure it out, call me by latest eleven p.m.”

Kitagami Yoru gave Mrs. Yuigahama an apologetic smile before choosing to sit in the passenger seat.

Turning on the bright lights, Mrs. Yuigahama’s ample chest nearly touched the tiny steering wheel as she began reversing.

Kitagami Yoru announced their family address.

“Apartment?”

Mrs. Yuigahama opened the navigation system.

“It’s true, I live alone.”

Kitagami Yoru nodded and then curiously asked, ‘That Yuigahama store manager, why haven’t I seen Mr. Yuigahama uncle yet?’

Mrs. Yuigahama confirmed, ‘Mr. Yuigahama is my husband.’

Mrs. Yuigahama gently presses the accelerator.

A woman in her forties, her driving skills must be excellent.

Laugh…..

“It’s been about twenty years since the divorce.”

Smirking lightly, Mrs. Yuigahama answers with her usual expression, looking straight ahead.

“Yes? Yes, of course.”

“So, Aunt is single?”

Kitagami Yoru subconsciously swallows his saliva.

Isn’t that so?

Mr. Yuigahama’s father, isn’t he a bit crazy?

“Ha ha ha….”

“Kitagami-san, call me, keep calling me like that and you’re making me feel old.”

Mrs. Yuigahama laughs gleefully and turns to look at Kitagami Yoru.

“What should I call you?”

Kitagami Yoru’s heart is racing.

The car smells nice…..

The night grows progressively darker, like ink.

“What do you think?”

Mrs. Yuigahama turns around.

“Gurk… gurk……”

Kitagami Yoru is tense and swallowing his saliva.

Can’t you call her “Aunt”?

Or maybe “Sister”?

“Yuigahama-san, I think your age must be older than mine, right?”

Cold sweat was dripping from his back in fine mist, and Kitagami Yoru, like a thief, stealthily observed the beautiful mother of the student driving the car.

He was deeply engrossed in driving.

“Sister… Sister?”

“Big sister?”

After a long internal struggle, Kitagami Yoru tilted his head tentatively to look at her.

“Hmm.”

Mrs. Yuigahama’s expression showed a slight reaction.

Eyebrows shot up!

Kitagami Yoru’s age could easily be mistaken as that of her son, so she called her “Sister.”

It was just too…

“Too embarrassing… “

“If someone were to find out…”

“I was just joking, Kitagami-sensei….”

“Calling me ‘Sister,’ what should I do?”

Mrs. Yuigahama gripped the steering wheel tightly with her polished nails and slowed down the car’s speed.

The embarrassment didn’t affect the pleasure, though.

“The term ‘Sister’….”

“When no one’s around, you can shout….”

With her lips locked, Mrs. Yuigahama seems completely unaware of her own maturity and the allure she holds over young men.

The cypress trees on the wide highway seem to be drifting through a slow-moving river of time.

Both Kitagami Yoru and Mrs. Yuigahama feel awkward, and then they fall silent.

Talking feels like a sin.

Kitagami Yoru’s house isn’t far away; it wouldn’t take much time at all.

“So…sister, shall we meet tomorrow?”

After opening the car door, Kitagami Yoru looks nervously at Mrs. Yuigahama and feels a sense of quiet satisfaction rise within him.

Shouting out for such a mature woman still feels natural when referring to Yuigahama Yui’s older sister.

Wow!

“I’m absolutely a psychopath.”

After muttering that, Kitagami Yoru locks the car door and quickly walks back to the apartment.

His silhouette disappears into the night, while the lights in the apartment building still shine brightly.

Sitting in the car, Mrs. Yuigahama’s cheeks flush slightly, revealing a rare hint of shyness.

“Should I really be treating Kitagami as my brother from now on?”

“The age difference is a bit too large….”

“If Yui were to find out, would I still have the right to call myself her mother?”

“Thankfully, Yui doesn’t like Kitagami, so things won’t get out of hand.”

After some time, Mrs. Yuigahama starts the car and drives away.

What if….

What if Yuigahama Yui notices something strange when she gets home? How would she explain it?

Back home.

Kitagami Yoru takes off her shoes and walks straight into the bathroom, turning on the bathwater. She rubs her growling stomach.

“Mew mew….”

San-san approaches Kitagami Yoru’s feet, purring and whining to get her attention.

“I’m sorry for being late today.”

“Let me open a can of cat treats for you.”

Kitagami Yoru smiles, squatting down and picking up San-san in one move.

Meanwhile,

The phone inside Kasumigaoka Utaha’s backpack rings again.

Holding San-san, Kitagami Yoru walks toward the bedroom, opens her backpack, and takes out her phone to answer it.

“I’ll come get it; don’t touch my phone.”

As soon as she answers, Kasumigaoka Utaha’s hurried voice comes through.

“You’re scared of seeing the sensual photos in the album?”

Kitagami Yoru asks a question in response.

The moment she says it, Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly charges her backup phone and narrows her red eyes.

“Are you afraid I’ll use it to threaten you?”

Not receiving a response, Kitagami Yoru calmly continues her questioning.

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