Heroine Regret 135

Heroine Regret 135

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Look at your feet

“I don’t know how many times I have to say this?”

“Huh? You said it again, ‘I don’t have a boyfriend,’ what’s the deal with that?!”

Kasumigaoka Utaha was flabbergasted and decided to confront Kitagami Yoru directly.

“No?”

Kitagami Yoru seemed skeptical.

Today’s Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed off.

“Does that mean you’re not interested either? I don’t have a boyfriend, so there’s no way I would like someone who is……”

“A complete weirdo…..”

Kasumigaoka Utaha shifted her weight and sat up straight.

“I told you to get up, why aren’t you getting up?”

“You said I don’t like it either……”

Kitagami Yoru kept twitching the corners of his mouth.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was not only contradictory in private but also a bit narcissistic and possessive.

She had a tendency to overthink things, almost as if she believed she was being persecuted.

Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her mouth unsure of how to respond.

The next second, Kitagami Yoru’s question made her extremely surprised.

“Who is Ethics-kun?”

He had been trying to figure out the owner of that name for a while now, wondering who it was between Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kitagami Yoru decided to just ask outright.

As soon as he spoke, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked surprised. Kitagami Yoru didn’t rush to read her mind but hesitated whether to do so or not.

It seemed like there was no real need to proceed.

The girl’s expression was blank, as if she had heard this specific term only from Kitagami Yoru’s mouth.

I was suddenly surprised.

You thought only you knew the secret, but someone suddenly brought it up.

“You…you how….”

“Is…how so?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s beautiful eyes were fixed intently on Kitagami Yoru, looking desperate to say something.

Her soft lips trembled as she struggled to form the words.

“You mentioned this name when you passed out.”

“You kept saying it in a broken voice, didn’t you?”

Kitagami Yoru tilted her head in confusion, observing Kasumigaoka Utaha’s reaction closely.

At the mention of this, Kasumigaoka Utaha pressed her lips together, swallowed hard, and spoke coldly.

She seemed to be thinking about something, ignoring Kitagami Yoru’s gaze.

“So, in any case….”

“He isn’t my boyfriend, and our relationship…it’s not really a thing.”

After a while, Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a breath through her nose, looking thoughtful.

“I don’t really believe it. They even mentioned Eriri.”

Kitagami Yoru lightly shook her head, smirking slightly.

“Eriri?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked in surprise.

Because of what Kitagami Yoru said, Tomoya Aki’s doubts returned, making her decide to find Eriri herself.

It made her unusually frustrated.

So, three times is the limit.

This time, it was the second time.

“Hmm.”

Kitagami Yoru slammed his lips, gently stroking San-san’s smooth fur.

San-san isn’t a short-hair or a long-hair cat.

Long black unwashed, probably a stray.

“Meow… meow…”

San-san’s comfortable sounds woke up Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“Ugh, my personal life? I don’t think it has anything to do with you.”

Distracted gaze gradually focusing, landing on Kitagami Yoru’s face, then smoothly looking down at San-san as Kasumigaoka Utaha hummed.

“Then you can leave….”

Kitagami Yoru is curious, but he won’t force Kasumigaoka Utaha to speak.

“I’ll walk. Do you think I want to stay with you?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowers her head, inspecting herself, organizing her pockets and items, then mutters softly:

“Perverted foot fetish, dirty wizard… “

“Just stay.”

Kitagami Yoru’s anger rises, holding San-san tightly as he quickly stands before Kasumigaoka Utaha.

As Kasumigaoka Utaha stands, their eyes meet. His hot breath hits her face.

“Ah….!”

A high-pitched scream escapes as Kasumigaoka Utaha is forced to sit back on the couch, her face flushed.

Kitagami Yoru’s loose pajamas do little to hide his explosive anger.

“Let you go? You’re probably trying to hook me again.”

“Wearing a black lace bodysuit, unwashed for days, and then stomping on my face… no care for hygiene at all….”

Standing tall, Kitagami Yoru’s body is like an impenetrable wall, completely cutting off Kasumigaoka Utaha’s escape route.

His intense gaze scans her panic-stricken face, focusing on her well-formed waist and the pair of black lace stockings covering her legs.

Her feet tremble slightly as they rest on top of each other due to tension and fear.

“Kitagami Yoru, are you crazy?”

You won’t really try to use force on me, will you?

“C’mon… don’t play with me….”

The coldly beautiful Kasumigaoka Utaha’s expression suddenly changed, turning pale.

She was continuously swallowing her saliva, and the coolness of the jade-like back made her muscles ache.

She was scared.

This time, Kasumigaoka Utaha really was afraid.

Kitagami Yoru was both surprised and confused, scared out of his wits.

Kitagami Yoru was also speechless, always on the verge of snapping, wondering if Kasumigaoka Utaha had lost her mind.

Regret came too late.

There’s no harm in it; why didn’t she leave earlier? She just doesn’t have the strength to resist.

I really want to cry…..

Thinking about it, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn’t hold back her tears, which streamed from her eyes.

She was really crying!

“I will report this to the police. You dare….”

“You can try if you want…..”

Crying one moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha gathered her courage and warned Kitagami Yoru.

“Reporting to the police is for later. Plus, I’m younger than you by a year; the judgment would be lighter.”

“And besides, who said I have to take off your clothes?”

Kitagami Yoru let out a long sigh, his challenging gaze sweeping over Kasumigaoka Utaha’s small mouth and feet.

“You stink.”

“A day without washing, no hygiene—disgusting….”

“I feel sick….”

Grumbling, Kitagami Yoru reached out and grabbed Kasumigaoka Utaha’s hair, pulling her roughly.

“How painful…,”

“This bastard wouldn’t be trying to go for my feet….”

Kasumigaoka Utaha tightly grabbed Kitagami Yoru’s arm with both hands, her mind racing with strange, absurd thoughts.

“Alright, I’m sorry, you should go.”

Kitagami Yoru was truly unable to let it go, sticking rigidly to his principles.

They both seemed willing, or maybe even a little persuaded, but he was absolutely not someone who would back down.

“Oh… really?”

“Even if there were some sort of ‘male protagonist’s hypnosis technique’ or ‘common sense modification,’ I’m just too good for that.”

“I mean, he’s supposed to be so kind, so he probably wouldn’t use it on me.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s tears of despair had already begun to fall from her eyes. She secretly cursed Kitagami Yoru and his entire lineage in her heart.

She was plotting her revenge against Kitagami Yoru, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed afterward.

She closed her eyes in surprise, letting out a long breath.

It felt like riding a rollercoaster.

“I really am going crazy. I’m alone with a guy and touching him physically, talking about such sensitive topics.”

“Kasumigaoka Utaha, what on earth are you doing today?”

She opened her eyes again, firmly squeezing the soft flesh inside her thigh.

The intense pain jolted her back to clarity.

“Where’s the kitchen? You can have lunch whenever you want, and don’t forget to lock the door when you leave.”

Kitagami Yoru carried San-san in his arms as he stepped back, making space for Kasumigaoka Utaha to stand.

“Th… thank you… I’m sorry…”

“For what… I’m a bit… apologetic…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha had learned her lesson and bowed slightly as she spoke.

Her tense gaze remained fixed on Kitagami Yoru’s angry expression, but she didn’t notice anything.

She kept staring at him with trembling eyes, her attention solely focused on his anger.

Consciousness returned, suppressing the urge to scream, she quickly averted her gaze.

There’s no way to let such a high-and-mighty woman get away with it.

Kitagami Yoru isn’t chasing Kasumigaoka Utaha, so why is he being so accommodating?

Fujiwara Chika’s face?

“This is in exchange for your help with Chika. Next time, don’t bother me.”

Annoying Kitagami Yoru carried San-san and went straight back to the bedroom.

Close the door.

Thump-thump.

He also locked the house’s front door as he left.

In the bright living room, Kasumigaoka Utaha fully let down her guard, collapsing onto the small sofa.

“How close did that Kitagami Yoru come? … Is it just a scare or for real?”

“Ugh… crazy person…”

“Including Ethics-kun, none of the men are worth anything.”

Enjoying the thrill of escaping through the lion’s mouth, Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes at the ceiling and smirked.

Lucky me, lucky me.

But from this perspective, Kitagami Yoru is still someone worth trusting.

“I’m fine… except for my jaw, it really hurts…”

The dopamine subsided, and the excitement faded away. Kasumigaoka Utaha touched her jaw and stood up from the sofa.

My stomach’s growling.

Acid reflux is burning my esophagus nonstop.

She placed the bento box she bought on the small table by the sofa.

Kasumigaoka Utaha hesitatedly looked at Kitagami Yoru’s door, directly taking out two portions, wrapping them in black silk, and stepping quietly across the icy floor.

She tiptoed into the kitchen.

Curious, she inspected the setup before eagerly using the microwave to heat her meal.

After washing her hands, she called an Uber to come pick her up and take her home.

“It’s so cold….”

It was around 10 p.m., and Kasumigaoka Utaha managed to suppress a sneeze despite the cold.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up.

Five minutes later…

Holding the two heated bento boxes, she rushed back to the living room, flung open the lid, and wolfed down her food.

The meal?

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn’t care anymore.

Since no one was around, she went ahead and devoured every last bite.

Her stomach, growling in hunger, began to work efficiently at absorbing the food.

To replenish Kasumigaoka Utaha’s strength…

Two bento boxes—less than ten minutes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha ate everything she could without hesitation.

Looking at Kitagami Yoru’s door, Kasumigaoka felt both grateful and worried.

Cleaning the crime scene, she carried the trash from before out with her bag.

She turned off the lights and locked the door.

Taking her first step outside, a cold wind hit her, causing Kasumigaoka Utaha to shiver involuntarily.

The Uber arrived quickly, so she didn’t linger.

The bag containing self-defense tools was now just for show.

At this very moment…

Kitagami Yoru was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Not correct…

It’s that he doesn’t want to sleep at all.

“I regretted….”

In the bedroom, Kitagami Yoru lets out a sigh.

At least… At least…

There’s no medicine in the world that can cure regret.

“It hurts….”

Kitagami Yoru is a teenager, healthy and above average in terms of fitness.

Recently…

Despite being a fit teenager, Kitagami Yoru channels his extra energy into exercise every day.

Today feels different.

He’s been stimulated quite a bit.

But he hasn’t worked out at all.

It’s just making him feel so uncomfortable.

Thinking about the USB drive, which contains videos of humans briefly domesticating small golden retrievers….

Should he ever come back?

Fujiwara Chika sends a message.

“Are you free?”

“Yes.”

Kitagami Yoru sits up suddenly, ready for the video call.

In the next second,

Fujiwara Chika calls in a video call.

On the screen is the familiar bed where Kitagami Yoru sleeps, with a cute girl lying on it, looking shy and embarrassed.

“Chika, how do you know I’m thinking about you?”

Just call me over.

Kitagami Yoru is laughing.

Today at noon, Fujiwara Chika ran away, what a nuisance!

“Who the hell are you to think about me? Monster!”

“Making such a demand from me?”

Fujiwara Chika’s face turns red instantly as she mutters curses.

When she gets home and takes a bath, she realizes something is off.

Did her brain just short circuit today at noon?

In a daze, she agrees to Kitagami Yoru’s request to touch her.

“Chika-chan, I…”

Kitagami Yoru smiles, watching Fujiwara Chika respond.

But her heart feels empty.

The difference between Fujiwara Chika and him is vast…

To be precise, it’s a tiny point.

“I… I seem to want you too…”

“You’re quick, but messy…”

Fujiwara Chika instantly makes Kitagami Yoru look at her with a loving gaze, causing his heart to thump.

Her tone softens suddenly.

“Is your foot healed now?”

Kitagami Yoru pretends to ask with concern.

In fact,

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri are definitely scolding her.

He’s a weirdo, huh?

“No worries, you don’t have to worry.”

Fujiwara Chika’s mind flashed back to that night, muttering slightly.

“Well, let me check if there are any injuries.”

Kitagami Yoru continued speaking.

“Oh.”

Fujiwara Chika responded with a blank expression, completely unfazed.

Secretly, she felt happy inside because of Kitagami Yoru’s gentle concern.

“Heh heh, Kitagami-san… um… yeah…”

Sitting up, Fujiwara Chika used one hand to hold her phone and snapped a shot with the other.

She then smoothed her hair with the other hand.

“Is that clear enough?”

Fujiwara Chika was still asking.

“Not clear enough. Let’s get closer.”

Kitagami Yoru shook his head repeatedly.

In the video, her crystal-clear feet belonged to Fujiwara Chika and were clearly captured.

“It doesn’t hurt at all.”

As she said that, it seemed like she wanted to prove something.

She propped her feet up on the soft bed, wiggling her delicate toes casually.

“Looks like there’s nothing wrong.”

“Chika-chan, I really miss you… um… yeah…”

Kitagami Yoru flipped over and started flirting with Fujiwara Chika.

On the screen, Fujiwara Chika couldn’t refuse him at all.

“I miss you too.”

Chika Fujiwara is telling the truth.

“Kiss me.”

Kitagami Yoru smiles and presses his lips against the phone camera.

On the other side,

Chika Fujiwara is hesitant but doesn’t dismiss this action.

They both let out a simultaneous sound, then move away from the phone and meet each other’s gaze.

“Hmm.”

Embarrassed, Chika Fujiwara buries herself in the bed.

“I… I want you….”

Kitagami Yoru remains smiling gently and quickly sits up.

“I’m going crazy thinking about you….”

The second part is too soft for Chika Fujiwara to hear.

“What are you doing every day at noon?”

Chika Fujiwara looks uncertain as she watches Kitagami Yoru rise from the bed.

“Having lunch.”

Kitagami Yoru stands up, says his reply, and then walks away from the bed.

“Want to join me? Maybe next time.”

Embarrassed Chika Fujiwara issues an invitation for a shared lunch.

“Sure, sure, but isn’t the Student Council busy?”

Kitagami Yoru puts on slippers and goes to open the door.

“Sometimes it’s busy, but usually there’s time.”

“It’s just… it’s just…”

Chika Fujiwara is worried about certain things but holds her tongue.

“Alright.”

Kitagami Yoru opened the door and went into the bathroom.

“I’ll think about it seriously.”

Fujiwara Chika couldn’t answer, instinctively sniffing as she did so.

“Don’t let me see you go to the bathroom!”

Watching Kitagami Yoru’s behavior, Fujiwara Chika managed to stop him in the midst of her thoughts.

“I won’t look while you’re going, so be at ease.”

Kitagami Yoru crossed his arms.

“Hmm, if you make me see it, I’ll stop paying attention to you from then on.”

Fujiwara Chika issued a warning with a fierce tone, though her inner thoughts were anything but calm.

She was both afraid and hopeful, tense with anticipation.

In the past, she had been curious about seeing him change clothes.

Due to strict family rules, even video games were not allowed, with numerous restrictions in place.

When Fujiwara Chika and Kitagami Yoru were together, there was always that sense of forbidden allure and the thrill of eating the forbidden fruit.

“Chika, have you thought it through?”

“And… we’ve kissed before…”

Kitagami Yoru looked at the adorable Fujiwara Chika, resisting the urge to ask.

“Important things need to be said.”

“Goodbye for now!”

His words somehow struck a chord with Fujiwara Chika’s worries, causing her to hang up the video call.

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