My love is abyss mode

Chapter 144 The Cat Holds a Grudge (4.2K)

The moon was partially obscured by light clouds, but a hazy, bright light still shone through the clean windowpane, illuminating Hatsushiro Ryo's slightly flushed skin.

She had her back to Kuronuma, her head slightly lowered, her slender neck with graceful lines peeking out from between her short white hair, her smooth back pressed against his chest without leaving a single gap.

"Ya just said she has something to discuss with me."

The voice, tinged with a sense of languor after satisfaction, was not as calm and still as usual, but filled with love and contentment.

With her eyes closed, Kuronuma Kiba inhaled the damp rose scent that filled the room and said in a consultative tone, "I want to cancel tomorrow's date."

As soon as she finished speaking, the smooth, delicate body in her arms trembled slightly.

Hatsushiro Ryo turned to face him, and in the dim moonlight, his flawless face showed a dazed expression.

"Does Ya not like me anymore?" she asked in an almost murmured voice, her wine-red eyes trembling with a hint of unease.

"No, I want to go with Tao to buy an electric piano tomorrow."

Kuronuma raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair that were stuck to Hatsushika Ryo's face, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, and said softly, "The main purpose is not to accompany her, but to go find Shiona. She hurt Kanon a lot."

"Ah."

"Will you be bored if I'm not around?"

"You can go to your mother."

Hatsushiro Ryo shook her head slightly, then affectionately pressed her head against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat: "You have to leave me enough weight before you can play with others."

The well-fed young lady is quite easy to talk to; if she can't be fed, she doesn't really care about dating these days.

"Okay." Kuronuma Fang agreed and pulled up the thin blanket to cover her.

"When are we going home for dinner?"

"You arrange it."

"tonight."

"Does the band need to rehearse?"

"It doesn't matter." Hatsushino Ryo propped himself up on the bed, came above him, and looked down at Kuronuma Kiba.

Short white hair fell down, casting a shadow over her beautiful face, while her wine-red eyes were filled with deep affection.

“One more time,” she said decisively, her voice as clear as ice cream drizzled with strawberry sauce.

Kuronuma Kiba picked up his phone from the bedside table and glanced at the time on the screen: "It's almost 3 o'clock."

"I'm worried."

"Ok."

He raised his hand and placed it on Hatsushiro Ryo's head, applying slight pressure. The young lady obediently slid down and hid under the thin blanket.

On November 12, Matsusaka Kanon woke the two of them up at breakfast time as usual.

After a night's rest, she looked much better, but there was still a faint trace of worry between her slender brows, and her gentle smile seemed a bit forced.

After breakfast, Matsusaka Kanon went to the academy alone, Hatsushino Ryo took a car to her company in the port area, and Kuronuma Kiba walked to Shinkai's house, sending messages to Shirakawa Momo as she walked.

[Kuronuma: I'm going to buy an electric piano with you today. Shiona is going too, right?]
[Shirakawa: I don't remember telling you that.]
[Kuronuma: Kanon told me she seemed very hurt last night]
[Kuronuma: I'm on my way to your house]
[Shirakawa: Want some breakfast?]
[Kuronuma: OK]
Although I've already eaten at home, since the cat invited me, it wouldn't hurt to have another serving.

The sky above was a clear, cloudless blue. Passing by the faded torii gate of Hakusan Shrine, I turned into the one-way commercial street, and at the end of it was a detached house in Shinkai.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, and Shirakawa Momo opened it, offering a brief greeting before turning and returning to the dining room.

"morning."

"Good morning." Kuronuma Kiba took his slippers, changed into them, and followed her into the restaurant.

At the light wood dining table, Shinkai Shiona faced a bowl of vegetable salad, her face bitter, her bright green eyes dull and lifeless, as if she had lost all hope in life.

Although she is not a picky eater, she does not like green plants.

Kuronuma didn't like it either, but after sitting down next to Shinkai Shiona, Shirakawa Momo also brought him a vegetable salad: "If you want something else, make it yourself."

Cats hold grudges; this is clearly revenge for Shinkai Shionai only preparing one serving of omelet rice last night.

The dark wooden bowl contained bitter melon, kale, and zucchini, and was sprinkled with salad dressing to enhance the flavor, making it look very healthy.

Kuronuma picked up a piece of kale with his chopsticks and asked Shirakawa Momo, "Why does this vegetable look so familiar?"

"It's very common in green belts, and Westerners like to eat it."

Shirakawa Momo picked up her chopsticks and started eating her vegetable salad, glaring at him fiercely with her golden eyes: "Don't waste food, finish it all."

"Um, the meat in the refrigerator disappeared without me noticing."

Shionai Shiona gently tugged at Kiba Kuronuma's sleeve from under the table, and said cautiously with a pleading expression, "What does Kiba want to eat? I can go buy it, okay?"

Her family status was obvious; it was as if if Kuronuma didn't speak, she could only eat this greenbelt dish.

Seeing the coldness creeping onto Shirakawa Momo's delicate face, Kuronuma Kiba resigned himself to his fate and stuffed the kale into his mouth: "Eat it if you can."

"Okay." Shinkai Shiona ate her breakfast sullenly, her blue eyes filled with grievance.

"Apologize to Momo, or you might only get vegetable salads from now on," Kuronuma Fang whispered a reminder.

"will not."

Shirakawa Momo swallowed the vegetable leaf in her mouth, looked at Shinkai Shiona with a cold gaze, and said cruelly in an indifferent tone: "I just wanted to mix bitter melon juice into her juice."

"I'm sorry~"

Shinonome looked at her with a drawn-out voice, her voice slightly choked with tears, put down her chopsticks, and clasped her hands together in a pleading manner: "Please, no matter what, spare the orange juice. They are innocent."

"Heh." Shirakawa Momo sneered and ignored him.

"I'll do the dishes today!"

"I'll wash them for you from now on."

"no problem!"

Shinonome readily agreed, picked up the wooden bowl, and asked pitifully, "Can I eat meat now?"

"Go buy it yourself."

Seeing Shirakawa Momo wave, she immediately left the dining table and ran upstairs to change her clothes.

After Shinkai Shiona left the house, Shirakawa Momo looked up at Kuronuma Kiba, the coldness in her voice quickly dissipating: "You can say whatever you want to say now."

"About Shionai."

Kuronuma glanced back at the closed door and said with some concern, "Kanon was hurt after seeing the photos you took. I want her to apologize properly."

"Do you think it's possible?" Shirakawa Momo frowned and looked at him with a "don't daydream" gaze.

“Possibly. I thought about it on my way here, and the best way to crack down on fangirls is to have their idols' reputations ruined.” Kuronuma Ya picked up a piece of zucchini and put it in his mouth, saying as he ate, “There are many such examples, right? For example, Ishihara Satomi lost a lot of fans after getting married; some celebrities have their fans leave after their misdeeds are exposed.”

"So?" Shirakawa Momo tilted her head in confusion.

"If Shionai discovers my flaws, or does something she can't accept, she might give up."

Kuronuma Kiba paused briefly, his dark eyes meeting Shirakawa Momo's with a determined look, and said seriously, "If all else fails, give her a little shock. I might need your cooperation then."

Sensing the ill intent in his eyes, Shirakawa Momo leaned back and put her arm around his shoulder, saying, "Be more specific."

"For example, if Shionai stumbles upon the two of us being intimate, seeing it with her own eyes would definitely have a strong impact."

Kurozuma nodded in self-satisfaction. If he could make Shinkai Shion give up on him and tell her about Matsuzaka Kanon's sacrifices, Shinkai Shion might realize her mistake.

He underestimated the extent of Shinkai Shionai's infatuation with him, treating her only as an ordinary fangirl. In Kuronuma Kiba's eyes, Shinkai Shionai was just a little more enthusiastic than the others who secretly liked him and had the opportunity to get close to him.

"I don't think highly of your idea, but you can give it a try." Shirakawa Momo pursed her lips and nodded gently.

She couldn't think of any other way for the time being, but Kuronuma Kiba's idea was still correct. If she could find out why Shinkai Shiona was obsessed with him, she could address the problem directly and the effect would be better.

"I contacted the person who sells your photos on the college forum."

Shirakawa Momo took out her phone and forwarded the contact information to Kuronuma Kiba, telling him about her progress: "The other party refuses to meet and won't reveal any information. Try to find out when Shionuma-chan contacted her."

"Okay, what's the plan for today?"

Kuronuma copied the contact information she sent, added her as a friend, and a profile of the existing contact popped up on the screen.

[Wildfire Lili]
"Hiss—" He gasped, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Is that aloof, gloomy, stuttering pink-haired senior my biggest fan leader?

"What's wrong?" Shirakawa Momo asked.

"It's okay, I'll go find her with Hanon this afternoon."

Kuronuma Kiba put away his phone, picked up his chopsticks, and continued stuffing vegetables into his mouth: "Besides buying the electric piano today, is there anything else planned?"

"Go to the rehearsal room and supervise Shionai's practice."

"Me too."

"Okay." Shirakawa Momo replied, noticing that he was eating the vegetable leaves with a rather reluctant expression, so she took the vegetable salad and poured it into her own bowl.

She placed the empty bowl back in front of Kuronuma, and asked with a hint of helplessness, "You've already had breakfast at home, haven't you?"

Judging from her expression, if the answer is no, the cat will definitely try to make another breakfast.

Kuronuma nodded, not bothering her to go into the kitchen: "I suddenly remembered that when we were camping, Shiona-chan was right next to us, so something not exciting enough might not have any effect on her."

"What do you want?" Shirakawa Momo instantly became wary.

"I'm just thinking about how to achieve the best results."

Do you have any bad records? If you have to name a fault, that is.

Seeing that Kuronuma Kiba didn't have any excessive thoughts, Shirakawa Momo looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, her tone becoming uneasy because she couldn't find any obvious flaws: "All that's left is your womanizing, right?"

From any perspective, Kuronuma is an exceptionally outstanding individual. He is an all-around athlete, has excellent grades, and while his personality is occasionally eccentric, it is still likable. Most importantly, he is not only highly responsible but also incredibly strong.

It's a pity he has a girlfriend, and he's a jerk.

click-

The sound of the door opening broke the atmosphere, and Shinkai Shionai's energetic voice drifted in.

"I bought oden, roasted chicken drumsticks, and small cakes at the convenience store. Let's eat them together."

She ran to the table with a plastic bag from the convenience store, took out a mousse cake and placed it in front of Shirakawa Momo, but her gaze fell on the salad bowl in front of Kuronuma Kiba: "Hey~ Kiba, have you finished eating? I'll go wash the dishes."

After saying that, Shinkai Shiona took the chopsticks from his hand, grabbed the salad bowl, and ran towards the stairs. The light footsteps on the stairs disappeared on the second floor.

"Do we need to go upstairs to wash the dishes?" Kuronuma asked.

"Do you really think she went to wash the dishes?" Shirakawa Momo rubbed her forehead, her thumb constantly kneading her temples, her head aching.

Shinkai Shionai's problem was far more serious than she had imagined, making it unthinkable what could possibly be inside that sealed glass bottle.

Fortunately, Shinkai Shionai came downstairs quickly, preventing the two from thinking that she had done something perverted.

After breakfast, the three of them went out together to buy an electric piano for Shirakawa Momo.

A black sedan was waiting in front of the door. Kuronuma Kiba opened the car door and got into the back seat first. Shinkai Shiona followed closely behind, and Shirakawa Momo reached out and grabbed her hoodie hood, then jumped into the car first.

"Where are we going?" Kuronuma asked.

"Ginza." Shirakawa Momo moved to the middle of the back seat, using her body to separate Kuronuma Kiba and Shinkai Shiona, a faint smile on her lips.

"I also want to sit with Ya."

Shinkai Shiona made no attempt to hide her intentions. After closing the car door, she pouted, revealing an unhappy expression, and looked at Kuronuma Kiba with expectant eyes in her blue-green eyes.

Ignoring her gaze and sweet voice, Kuronuma Kiba turned to look at the street outside the car window: "Ginza? Do we have the money to spend money there?"

Tokyo's Ginza district, along with the Champs-Élysées in Paris and Fifth Avenue in New York, is considered one of the world's three major bustling centers.

Shirakawa Momo glanced at him disdainfully, ignored him, and said to Kobayakawa Reiko, who was sitting in the driver's seat, "Please go to the Yamaha flagship store in Ginza."

"Keyboardists really burn through cash." Black Numa nodded to the driver through the rearview mirror, then took out his handheld game console from his coat pocket, making final preparations for his Pokémon battle with Shishio Ryo.

After defeating her this time, he must set rules for Hatsushino Ryo: people cannot be insatiable.

"So we have to earn it back through the band." Shirakawa Momo crossed her arms and closed her eyes to rest.

Seeing that neither of them paid any attention to her, Shinkai Shiona wisely stopped bothering them, and the car fell silent for a moment, with only the gorgeous piano music flowing in the air.

Ginza is located in the western part of Chuo Ward and is about 1.5 kilometers long. Since it was not a holiday, vehicles were allowed to pass through. Reiko Kobayakawa drove her car directly to the front of the Yamaha flagship store.

The 13-story stand-alone building stands tall in the sunlight, its glass curtain wall facade creating a high-end commercial atmosphere, making even the air seem expensive.

As I entered, a saleswoman greeted me warmly: "Welcome to Yamaha! I'm Yana. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Faced with the smiling and polite service, Shirakawa Momo waved her hand calmly, showing no stage fright: "We'll choose the instruments ourselves. Please write down the instruments we want to buy and then deliver them to the designated address."

After saying that, she went straight to the fourth floor, clearly having done her research beforehand.

Shinkai Shionai stayed two steps behind Kuronuma Kiba, neither clinging to him nor making any physical contact. However, her gaze remained fixed on his back, showing no interest in anything around her.

Upon arriving at the electronic keyboard exhibition area on the fourth floor, Shirakawa Momo pointed to two electric pianos, the P-125 and the P-515, and said to the saleswoman following behind her, "Please prepare these two models; I'd like to try them out."

"I understand." The sales assistant picked up the microphone hanging from her collar and quickly instructed the other staff to prepare.

Black Swamp Fang glanced at the price tags of [$840] and [$2100] and thought to himself that keyboard warriors really burn through money.

The advantage of the flagship store is that you can buy everything from synthesizers to arrangement keyboards in one place. Seeing Shirakawa Momo selecting one instrument after another that costs thousands of dollars, he suddenly realized the source of Shirakawa Momo's original 500 million yen - the instruments that Toyama Chitose bought when the band broke up last time.

From this perspective, it seems that these two people are quite close?
(End of this chapter)