Chapter 17:

Amemiya seemed furious, his expression changing constantly. He paced back and forth twice before calming down. He rested one hand on the stone railing, leaned slightly downward, and met the panicked Irie's gaze.

"Crawl back," he chuckled sinisterly, beckoning Irie with a finger. "Rat, don't you want to be closer to me?"

Irie looked up at him, then down at the ground beneath him, instinctively clenching his underwear.

He looked shaken, but after two minutes of hesitation, he couldn't resist the temptation and eagerly crawled back down the pipe.

Of course, as soon as he regained his footing, an enraged Amemiya grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, beating him mercilessly.

These punches were a reward for Irie, his expression growing frantic, and he even tried to lick Amemiya's skin as he delivered the blows.

Realizing he was powerless against this pervert, he glanced at Naoko, threw Irie to the ground, and ordered, "Alright, get out of here." "

Irie's eyes were so swollen that he couldn't even open them. Just as he was about to turn around and climb down, he was stopped coldly: "Leave your underwear behind you."

He immediately hid his underwear behind him and shook his head in horror.

"Leave it behind you." Amemiya's voice completely sank, full of hatred and annoyance, especially in front of Kawase Naoko.

He looked extremely disgusting. He took a clothes hanger from the side, lifted up the black panties and threw them into the trash can.

After thinking about it, he seemed to feel uneasy again, so he simply lit a fire on the balcony and burned it clean.

"..."

In any case, fighting is a very dangerous thing, so Naoko kept hiding behind Amemiya in a cowardly manner, and he glared at her lightly:

"Naoko, are you a piece of wood?"

"What does this have to do with me..."

"Shouldn't you be angry and jealous now? Don't forget, I'm your boyfriend." He made an ugly expression as if he had stepped on dog shit.

Thinking of the stupid thing that the "rat" had done just now, he felt sick.

Naoko's image of Irie Reo had completely crumbled. She whispered, "I'm afraid to get angry, afraid he'll hit me."

Amemiya chuckled, "It's not about being angry or not. It's about you not caring what others do to me."

No matter what he did, he remained unmoved.

"I do care," she retorted.

"What do you care about?"

"He interrupted our meal." As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled softly.

"Amemiya-kun, I'm feeling a little hungry."

Amemiya cursed under his breath before snapping, "Eat, all you do is eat." Seeing her turn to leave, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Eat."

After a long stare, he finally gave in. "I understand. Go wash your hands first." He couldn't help but lift her hand and examine it carefully. "Didn't you touch me just now? That's disgusting."

Amemiya-kun's room was neat and simple, just like when he was a child. It seemed his taste hadn't changed at all after all these years.

With the crisis over, Naoko finally had time to look around the room.

It's so big, just this one room is bigger than the living room of the Kawase family.

Moreover, all the game consoles are the latest models, so tempting.

There is a display cabinet against the wall, on which are lined Amemiya's awards of all sizes, as well as some photos with Naoko. In addition, there are some strange items.

She took down the pink rabbit from the display cabinet and patted it casually: "I gave you a doll all these years ago, and you still keep it, Amemiya-kun."

This should be the birthday gift she gave him one year when they were in kindergarten.

"But why does this chocolate look so similar..." Naoko immediately exploded, "Didn't you say you had eaten it?"

This is clearly the heart-shaped confession chocolate she was going to give to Irie-senpai on the day of the school's Chocolate Festival.

"What difference does it make whether I eat it or not? Anyway, it's mine now. And it's proven that the "mouse" is not worthy of your love at all. "

Amemiya coldly pulled the chocolate out of her hand and casually put it high up where she couldn't reach.

She sneered in annoyance: "How shameless, Amemiya-kun."

If it weren't for him, she might have been in love with Irie-senpai now...

"This is completely learned from you, Naoko."

After bickering for a while, the two went back downstairs in a noisy manner.

Naoko had a full meal.

If Amemiya-kun hadn't stared at her inexplicably during the whole meal, she would have eaten more happily.

In some ways, he was almost a perfect boyfriend.

"Are you full?" The perfect boyfriend smiled slightly, "Naoko, as a boyfriend and girlfriend, we don't seem to have ever been on a date."

She responded, not caring: "Aren't we on a date now? It's too hot to go out in this kind of weather. "

Besides, she didn't really want to go out with him. She

would definitely be treated like a monkey.

Upon hearing this, Amamiya's calm face froze a little, and the hand holding the chopsticks turned slightly pale from the force. He squeezed out a few unhappy words from his throat:

"Naoko, can't you stop being such a spoilsport?"

Afraid that Master Amamiya would be angry again, she quickly responded: "Okay, okay. So is there any place you want to go?"

"How should I know... such a thing." He coughed lightly with some discomfort, his eyes wandering, "I've never been in love with anyone before."

Of course Naoko knew about this kind of thing. He would only use bad words to belittle other people's love. After all, Amamiya Tomie was such a tasteless guy. If

you were unlucky, he would frown and ridicule you on the spot:

"What do you like about me? My face or my terrible temper? Besides, a stupid, ugly, and lust-induced inferior "rat" like you, do you think you deserve to show your affection to me? "

He actually has some self-awareness.

Naoko coveted his equipment and took the initiative to suggest:

"How about we play games together at your house? I bought a new cartridge! We can play together."

It happened to be a two-player game that she had always wanted to play but had never found a partner.

Amemiya paused, and looked at her with a little more dissatisfaction, and his face became a little uglier: "Who wants to play games with you?"

"...Then let's go to Buffy? I heard that there is a new dessert shop opened on West Street, and they will add a lot of hazelnuts."

"Disgusting." He commented coldly, "Aren't you the one who likes to eat this kind of sweet and greasy food?"

Naoko can accept his evaluation of herself, but she will never allow him to belittle Buffy.

So she also got angry and stood up: "What on earth are you going to do? You are such a tasteless bastard. You have requests but you don't mention them, and when others mention them, you refute them. Is this what you should do? Besides, Hazelnut Buffy, you obviously did nothing wrong!"

Amemiya moved her red lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing, just sneered coldly with an expressionless face.

She turned around and left without even looking back, and heard his cold reminder from behind: "Chicken wings on the table."

So she turned around again and hurried away with her packed lunch box.

Naoko was full of anger, buried her face in the pillow, and was still angry for a while.

A cool breeze came from somewhere, and happened to blow open the curtains. She raised her head and met Amemiya's eyes opposite.