Heroine Regret 5

Heroine Regret 5

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Eriri who looks at people through their nostrils

After the person got off the car, Kitakami Yoru finally picked up his luggage and quickly left.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stopped him at the door and asked, “What is your name?”

“Kitakami… Yoru…”

Kitakami Yoru answered somewhat fearfully.

In front of him was the rumored beautiful female teacher who would use violence on students!

Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded and skillfully took out a pack of seven-star cigarettes from her white coat and lit one.

“……”

Kitakami Yoru’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t do that again, stop staring at the girl’s thighs.” Hiratsuka Shizuka puffed out her cigarette and said faintly.

“I… I did look at her, but I wasn’t ogling her thighs…” Kitakami Yoru gritted his teeth and defended a little nervously.

“What were you looking at? Why didn’t you say it clearly just now?” Hiratsuka Shizuka looked stunned for a moment, then quietly sized up Kitakami Yoru as she spoke.

Kitakami Yoru opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

“Alright, there won’t be a next time. Go away.” Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head and said.

Kitakami Yoru nodded lightly and quickly walked to the car door, still glancing back at Hiratsuka Shizuka with sincere words: “I really wasn’t ogling Kasumigaoka Utaha’s thighs.”

But, with that dead fat guy’s appearance and temperament, it just naturally makes people dislike him.

There was no persuasiveness at all; on the contrary, he would be seen as incorrigible!

“Oh?”

Hiratsuka Shizuka did hear the sincerity in Kitakami Yoru’s words.

Because she is very familiar with men.

When Hiratsuka Shizuka was at her middle school, there was once when a man followed her and almost resulted in poison being used on her, leaving a deep psychological scar.

To protect herself, she started learning various fierce fighting techniques and always observed men, deliberately studying their behavior.

She foolishly believed that as long as she acted like a man, she wouldn’t be harmed.

Her tomboyish personality suits the hot-blooded youth novel Ai well, all of which were learned back then.

Until she started working, Hiratsuka Shizuka’s “male fear” was only resolved.

It is precisely because of this experience that Hiratsuka Shizuka understands men so well, especially this age group of boys, which allows her to empathize with their psychology.

Of course, it’s also because of this that she has never found a suitable partner and remains a spinster until now, not even holding hands with a man.

……

Kitakami Yoru went to fetch the tent he had brought and dragged it to the edge of the boys’ campsite under the scorching sun.

The other boys’ tents were all clustered together, forming a circle.

Kitakami Yoru stood out conspicuously, isolated from the rest.

Fortunately, setting up a tent is not difficult. He slowly set it up, and it only took half an hour.

During this time, Kitakami Yoru already knew that his social death had been spread throughout the campsite.

As long as it’s not exaggerated, that’s all Kitakami Yoru asks for now.

Speaking of which, this private beach is really beautiful……

Kitakami Yoru thought to himself.

Clear blue sea water, soft sandy beaches, a coastline lined with rows of giant palm trees for shade.

Not far away, there is a large bungalow that serves as the facilities for this private beach.

You can cook, barbecue, shower, and even use it as a restaurant……

Spring outing is meant to have fun after all.

This is only the first day.

There will be sunset beach trips, fishing at sea, snorkeling nearby, and hiking in the nearby forest….

But Kitakami Yoru only plans to stay in his own tent.

Not a single step outside, except for going to the bathroom or taking a shower.

He has brought enough food and water for several days, which is sufficient.

The comics and games he brought are all for relaxation. Even stepping out of his tent feels awkward to him.

After checking that there were no leaks outside the tent, Kitakami Yoru directly went inside.

The interior space of the tent is quite large. Originally meant for two people to sleep under one tent, he alone occupies one tent.

There are no issues inside the tent.

Kitakami Yoru went out of the tent just as a pair of white legs passed by from his own tent not far away.

Both parties were startled.

“What are you doing!” Eriri was somewhat flustered.

She suddenly had an idea of how to avenge Kasumigaoka Utaha.

All her previous concerns were completely forgotten.

“So it was you?”

Eriri saw the person who scared her was Kitakami Yoru, and she instantly changed her expression.

Haughtily raising her head, she puffed out her small chest, crossed her arms over it, and looked down at Kitakami Yoru with a disdainful and nauseous gaze.

Kitakami Yoru caught Eriri’s expression in his sight, apologized quickly, and immediately retreated into the tent.

“Dead fatso, so disgusting, so unlucky～”

(￣～￣)Chew!

Eriri was chewing on her mouth, looking gloomy as she walked away.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru, she couldn’t help but uncontrollably think of the novel she had read recently.

The early art style was still pretty good; it was a pure Ai gold-haired twin-tailed loli and her beautiful childhood friend that I cherished.

Mid-term art style suddenly changed, into the figure and appearance of a dead fatsoh fatty man who somehow resembled Kitakami Yoru, unexpectedly knowing the secret of the gold-haired twin-tailed loli that couldn’t be told.

The story took a divine turn, turning into NTR.

(Already modified)

And it was drawn very beautifully and realistically.

I am H doujin artist Bokui Ei, a secret that cannot be revealed, also a gold-haired twin-tailed loli with a beloved childhood friend.

The empathy was too strong; at the time, it made Eriri feel nauseous and she was even mocked by her close friend and sister Izumi Sagiri.

It had long been forgotten, but now because of Kitakami Yoru, those terrible memories were awakened again.

Fortunately, this is reality.

My secret will never be discovered; I will never have anything to do with such a disgusting dead fatty……

Kitakami Yoru hid in the tent for a while, confirming that Eriri had walked away before going out to get his luggage.

“Today really is unlucky…” As he unzipped the zipper, Kitakami Yoru sighed.

And resolved that in the future, he would definitely keep a distance from beautiful women.

Especially this kind of high and mighty noblewoman who looks down on others with her nose, he really wasn’t interested.

“Whoosh, whoosh～－－”

Kitakami Yoru emptied out the things in his luggage.

Sleeping bag, food, phone, manga…..

“Oops, did I grab the wrong book bag by mistake?” Kitakami Yoru suddenly questioned.

Several foot-fetish books and several sleep-inducing books that would cause social death if seen were spilled out of his own book bag.

Immediately, Kitakami Yoru threw them aside, having been read dozens of times and already torn to pieces.

He sorted out the items he brought and started lunch.

At this time.

A tempting scent wafted from outside the tent, luring Kitakami Yoru out like a fish.

Not far away, under the coconut tree shade, two large iron pots were boiling something.

Everyone gathered nearby, holding their utensils, with pure and mixed dorm students chatting and laughing, looking quite harmonious.

“Hey, everyone, come over to eat lunch together, don’t eat your own stuff…..”

“And those few ones, they’re still sunny, will go swimming at sunset, after eating lunch we can each take a rest.”

Kitakami Yoru sniffled loudly and retreated back into his own little nest.

The tent was set up under a wide tree shade, with men and women separated by twenty meters.

Accompanied by the slightly cool breeze mixed with the salty scent of the sea, Kitakami Yoru slept straight through to evening.

After drinking some water, he poked out of the tent thinking of going to the toilet.

He found many people wearing swimsuits swimming at the sea, diving in, collecting seashells, and crabbing.

Some went into the nearby forest to gather firewood, building a bonfire.

All were having fun to their hearts’ content.

Quietly going to the toilet, Kitakami Yoru hurried back into the tent.

He had been thinking about Kasumigaoka Utaha’s treasure box on her head all day until nightfall.

He really wanted to take a shower, but the shower facilities were limited.

And he didn’t want to run into anyone, so he decided to go later at night.

Suddenly, outside there was a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Kitakami Yoru cautiously poked his head out and saw that the calm sea reflected a huge bonfire on Shizuka’s side.

“It seems they’re having a bonfire party.” Kitakami Yoru knew this had nothing to do with him, so he retreated into the tent to sleep for a while.

But he couldn’t fall asleep.

People outside were singing, playing games, introducing themselves, and telling stories.

They kept busy until half the night before finally calming down, then going one after another to take a shower.

Until late into the night, around 2 o’clock in the morning.

Kitakami Yoru, with dark circles under his eyes, illuminated his way to a simple house for a shower using his phone light.

He hadn’t left for long when a phone light turned on.

It went out soon after, but lit up again several minutes later, flickering and wandering around the campsite.

A while later.

Kitakami Yoru returned from his shower to find lights shining near his tent.

He wondered if someone was upset with him, disgusted with him, and came to destroy his tent?

So he hurriedly flew back.

“Ah……”

“Good thing nothing happened, I probably imagined it.”

Kitakami Yoru yawned heavily; his dark circles were announcing his sleepiness.

One head stuck in the tent, closed eyes and sleeping.

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