Heroine Regret 96
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 96
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
You are licking my feet.
“Actually, I really do have some worries.”
“Unfortunately, I think Kitagami-san can’t help me with that….”
Koyasu Tsubame paused for a moment, then extended one slender, fair hand and twirled it.
Kitagami Yoru didn’t respond, just smirked slightly and rolled his eyes.
He and Koyasu Tsubame weren’t very familiar with each other. And considering that this rich man’s daughter had any problems to solve, it was none of his business.
“Heh… Kitagami-san is really interesting.”
Koyasu Tsubame was known for being friendly and well-liked among her classmates.
“Is this a compliment or a criticism?”
“And how are you two getting along? Do you have a good relationship?”
Kitagami Yoru questioned him back, throwing out another question in the process.
He was curious and hoped to get some answers from Koyasu Tsubame.
“Utaha?”
“Yes, we do have a decent relationship. We’re not overly intimate, but we are good friends.”
Upon hearing this, Koyasu Tsubame looked serious and thoughtfully responded.
In general, a girl’s evaluation of her relationship would require things like taking baths together, being honest with each other, and sharing many private conversations.
Both Koyasu Tsubame and Kasumigaoka Utaha are mature, rational people, so they wouldn’t behave like ordinary girls.
“Do you know if Kasumigaoka Utaha has a liking for anyone—like a boyfriend or a past lover?”
Kitagami Yoru recalled a certain ethical gentleman.
He decided to just ask directly.
No more beating around the bush.
“So Kitagami-san is asking this? It seems like you’re giving me away.”
“Utaha is indeed very beautiful and popular….”
Koyasu Tsubame chuckled lightly, maintaining her usual expression.
“Please answer my questions, Tsubame-senior.”
Kitagami Yoru addressed her politely, speaking with a serious tone.
“I don’t know anything about Utaha’s part. She never mentioned it to me.”
“Probably not… Utaha doesn’t seem like she has a boyfriend.”
Koyasu Tsubame pondered for a moment before answering seriously.
“Is that so? Thank you.”
Kitagami Yoru paused thoughtfully, realizing the relationship between Kasumigaoka Utaha and Koyasu Tsubame wasn’t as good as he had imagined.
Who is this mysterious Ethics Lord anyway?
“If Kitagami-san wants to pursue Utaha, I can offer some help and advice.”
Koyasu Tsubame continued speaking.
Known for her social skills, she often received requests from classmates, not just third graders.
“I want to pursue Tsubame-senior. Why don’t you just agree to be with me?”
Kitagami Yoru pressed his lips together, three black lines appearing on his forehead.
Did I write that I wanted to pursue Kasumigaoka Utaha on my own face?
A stinky mug—Who would want to look at it?
“You….”
Koyasu Tsubame stopped in her tracks, clearly knowing Kitagami Yoru was joking.
After that, she looked at Kitagami Yoru’s face and couldn’t help shivering, feeling a strange sensation arise within her.
She then shook her head, dismissing the matter entirely from her mind.
“I don’t want to have anything to do with love, Kitagami-san. Don’t bring it up.”
The smile that had been on Koyasu Tsubame’s face disappeared completely.
“Hm?”
Kitagami Yoru feels a bit strange.
In the carriage, he occasionally chats with Koyasu Tsubame.
The next stop, the other person gets off.
Kitagami Yoru quietly sits and finally arrives at the destination station.
His mom, Kitagami Megumi runs a flower shop about a kilometer away from the station.
By the way, Kitagami Yoru also wants to go home for dinner.
After walking for a few minutes, Kitagami Yoru arrives at a shop named: First Garden Stock.
A small pile of display flower pots is placed at the entrance. An employee is moving some inside.
Seeing Kitagami Yoru approach, she greets him and recognizes the son of the store owner, Kitagami Megumi, whom she hears is often praised for his good looks.
It’s undeniable; he perfectly inherits his mother’s charm. He’s as perfect as his mother said—superior in looks beyond compare!
The flower shop has an average size, with a small garden at the back. The space utilization is quite efficient.
“It smells wonderful…”
Upon entering, the mix of scents from several fresh flowers hits his nose hard—like a spiritual entity atop the head.
It’s not unpleasant; it actually brings a sense of joy.
“Yoru-chan, why are you here?”
Kitagami Megumi happens to emerge from the small garden, seeing her precious son and looks surprised.
“Today I want to go home for dinner.”
“Oh right, Mom, there’s something else.”
Kitagami Yoru approaches, glancing at the fresh flowers displayed inside the shop.
“I have a classmate. On Friday at noon, I need a large number of red roses.”
“Two thousand stems.”
Looking back, Kitagami Yoru tells his mom, Kitagami Megumi.
“No problem. Any more?”
Kitagami Megumi nodded.
Buying two thousand bundles of red roses outright is practically a declaration of intent.
The quantity is substantial, yet it doesn’t seem unusual.
“Let’s stick to the original price.”
“Or we could go with the flower shop’s large discount without any additional discounts.”
Kitagami Yoru added.
Since he and Matsushita Hidetoshi aren’t close, why give a discount?
It’s obvious that it’s your doing.
Because of face, the roses are guaranteed to be of higher quality than if he had ordered them from another shop.
“Is there anything else?”
“Are you going to say something?”
Kitagami Megumi tilted her head, removing her gloves.
“What is it?”
Kitagami Yoru looked at his mother in surprise.
“It’s been trending online recently. I have a friend…..”
“Could that friend be you yourself?”
Kitagami Megumi stared at her son’s eyes, smiling lightly.
She thought, is her son Kitagami Yoru going to confess?
“No!”
Kitagami Yoru sighed, dismissively waving his arm through the air.
“Alright, I’ll handle it. It’s convenient you’re here.”
“Come help me tidy up the backyard. There are some tasks to do.”
Kitagami Megumi put her gloves back on.
In the small garden, another gardening aunt was busy digging ditches and installing water pipes.
Kitagami Yoru was dragging a laborer who had worked for an hour, though he didn’t seem to mind it at all.
The time is around 5:30.
The flower shop will close in another half-hour.
After all, Kitagami Megumi runs the flower shop mainly out of interest and to pass the time, earning a bit of money.
Most of the family’s income still relies on Kitagami Yoru’s father, Kitagami Hougai.
“I’m handling a few more orders; I’ll check them later.”
“You should take good care of yourself.”
Kitagami Megumi said, walking to the register computer.
Kitagami Yoru stayed in one corner of the flower shop, catching his breath after a hard gasp.
“Annoying!”
Kasumigaoka Utaha was standing near the flower shop, about 20 meters away from a vending machine, where she bought a bottle of strawberry juice.
She opened the ring and lifted her long, slender swan-like neck—or to put it another way.
That elegant neck paired with her cold, noble beauty and mature figure would look perfect without a pet collar; it’s almost a shame.
She angrily gulped down a big mouthful of juice while frustratedly thinking about crazy things, then went home.
Her house was nearby.
As usual, she passed by the flower shop she often frequented.
In her memory, this flower shop had been around for a long time.
Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn’t like an ordinary girl who loved vibrant and delicate flowers. She didn’t really care much for flowers either.
Sometimes she would pass by and see a beautiful, unique flower, but she wouldn’t go inside to look closer.
Today, Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped at the flower shop’s entrance for the first time, hesitated for a moment, then decided to walk in.
She had been feeling extremely troubled and restless lately.
It all started with a misunderstanding about Kitagami Yoru being the thief, which made her increasingly frustrated and embarrassed, leading to a slap.
She likes Tomoya Aki not just for his courage but also for his persistent jealousy towards Eriri, who is ignoring her.
She even doubts herself, believing she has cognitive impairments.
Maybe she’s just overthinking things?
The light novel sales are not doing well. The next volume might be her last chance to revive the series.
If the sales aren’t improving, the publisher won’t show mercy. They’ll stop at nothing to make a profit.
Her thoughts are scattered; she’s too frustrated to write anything coherent.
And then there’s the stalker issue…
Kasumigaoka Utaha finds herself stuck in another difficult situation.
Last time, Tomoya Aki helped her get out of a tough spot, which made her fall for him.
“Welcome, how can I assist you today?”
Kitagami Yoru hears the bell ring as she approaches the flower shop. Her mother, Kitagami Megumi, is busy, so she calls out.
Reluctantly, she stands up from her chair and walks over.
“That’s not right.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha turns away, thinking she misheard the familiar voice.
The next moment, Kitagami Yoru steps out from the corner, looking exhausted with tiny beads of sweat on her face.
Upon seeing the customer, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Kitagami Yoru lock eyes before both freeze in place.
The air is heavy with silence for several seconds.
Kasumigaoka Utaha tilts her head, walking a few steps to closely inspect Kitagami Yoru. She hesitates before saying, “Let me see the flowers.”
“Feel free to look around. Do you need any information?”
Kitagami Yoru isn’t particularly knowledgeable about flowers.
However, her mother runs a flower shop and has been growing plants in their backyard garden since she was young, which has fueled her interest over the years.
While not an expert like some others, she is far more familiar with flowers than most people.
“Need.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded slightly, shifting her gaze from Kitagami Yoru’s side to survey the flower shop.
She glanced around a few times, occasionally bending down to sniff the flowers.
She moved to another section.
Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly stopped and turned, pointing at a yellow bouquet. The flower was a tender yellow with thick stems and brown segments on the base.
“What kind of flower is this?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha asked.
“It’s a type of flowering plant, a hybrid from France, without an official Japanese name.”
Kitagami Yoru responded faintly.
The French name is cumbersome; it’s just something I can’t pronounce properly.
“How romantic….”
Kasumigaoka Utaha turned back and looked at him with a thoughtful expression.
“That’s convenient. The flower’s language is about separation, parting, or breaking ties.”
Kitagami Yoru suddenly smiled.
“It would be best to break ties with you.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha turned sharply around and scolded him angrily.
“Do you still want to look?”
Kitagami Yoru was already thinking about leaving.
“You seem quite knowledgeable, so this is……”
Kasumigaoka Utaha didn’t respond, staring curiously at the tired Kitagami Yoru.
“This is my flower shop. It’s almost time to close; we still have….”
Kitagami Yoru pulled out his phone and gestured a five-minute explanation.
“This customer, what do you need?”
Mom finally finished her work, worried about Kitagami Yoru’s business skills, and came to check on things.
After finishing that last deal.
“How beautiful!”
When the two women in the store meet each other, their first glance leads to such reactions in their hearts.
Kasumigaoka Utaha is a top-tier beauty, and it’s rare to see someone like her outside Shuchiin Academy despite its many eligible women inside.
Kitagami Yoru’s mom, Kitagami Megumi, isn’t young anymore but has a maturity in her appearance that rivals Kasumigaoka Utaha.
“This guest, are you also a student from Shuchiin Academy?”
Kitagami Megumi quickly speaks up, noticing the uniform on Kasumigaoka Utaha’s chest.
“Yes.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha also notices a common trait between the mother and son in their appearances.
Kitagami Yoru’s eyes perfectly mirror his mother’s, making him extremely good-looking.
“This sister, take a look.”
Kitagami Yoru speaks harshly.
In his heart: “Mom, mom, this woman almost ruined your precious son!”
“If it were recent, you might have wanted to kill her.”
“I’ve seen enough. I want it now, right away!”
“Can you deliver it to my door?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha lightly nods, a strange glint in her eyes.
“Of course, I can have it delivered straight to your home now.”
“The standard service fee applies for deliveries over two kilometers.”
Kitagami Megumi sees that Kitagami Yoru doesn’t recognize Kasumigaoka Utaha and isn’t overly enthusiastic.
“No need, I live nearby. Just carry the flowers and follow me.”
“I’m going home to take a bath; I don’t want to mess with flower pots or blooms later.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke softly, making her intentions clear, as her gaze passed over Kitagami Yoru with a hint of neither here nor there.
“These four vases can be moved at once.”
Pointing toward the yellow flowers, Kasumigaoka Utaha reached into her elegant handbag and checked the label.
She pulled out some money and placed it lightly beside the flower架.
“You’re closing up, right? Take them with you. I won’t bother you anymore.”
After finishing, Kasumigaoka Utaha left one last remark before turning her back to leave, holding her bookbag.
“On purpose……”
Kitagami Yoru approached her, wrapping his arms around the two vases.
Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed how tired he was and offered to deliver them to his door, probably trying to tidy herself up.
Worried about refusing the order, she slipped away faster than a rabbit.
“It’s no trouble for you.”
Kitagami Megumi didn’t notice anything out of place.
It was all a perfectly reasonable transaction.
Just delivering flowers to the door, after all, required only a few steps.
With four vases in hand, Kitagami Yoru clenched his teeth and observed the situation through the crack.
He needed to follow her, staying close behind Kasumigaoka Utaha.
“Where do you live?”
Kitagami Yoru’s arms felt slightly sore as he panted heavily.
He had been busy for over an hour and hadn’t even had a five-minute break yet.
“So, you’re asking about my place?”
“Or are you saying you already know where I live? And that would make you excited, wouldn’t it?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha smirked slightly, her tone carrying a faint air of satisfaction.
It seems he thinks this would make Kitagami Yoru sick, but she’s enjoying it.
“I don’t have any interest in you.”
Kitagami Yoru rolls her eyes dismissively and adds a sarcastic remark: “You and Kasumigaoka Utaha talked about how I look, right?”
“You?”
“It’s so weird? She told……”
Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly turns around sharply and glares at Kitagami Yoru.
“Hmm.”
Kitagami Yoru nods.
“That’s taking things out of context. I told her that some people are good-looking, but inside they’re just messed up!”
Kasumigaoka Utaha’s beautiful eyes fill with a cold smile.
“Heh, whatever you want.”
Kitagami Yoru’s arms are bulging, really wanting to rest…
“Whatever I want?”
“Heh……”
Kasumigaoka Utaha mocks with a laugh in her heart, throwing her arms wide and resting them on her full hips.
As Kitagami Yoru looks at her with confused eyes, she slowly steps out with her right foot, black leather shoes making a sound as they tap the floor.
“What’s going on?”
Before Kitagami Yoru can say anything, Kasumigaoka Utaha asks playfully: “I’ll lick your feet. How about that?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha says it casually, her tone and expression filled with disdain and disgust.
Kitagami Yoru’s mind flashes back to these words, but he hasn’t said anything yet.
“I’ll lick your feet. How about that?”
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