Chapter 11: Kitahara’s Dog Training Chronicles

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【You have taught Reina Sakura a lesson. She is now fearful of you and has promised never to harass you again... You have successfully vented your frustration.】

【Once you have calmed down, you suddenly feel that it is a pity to let this woman go...】

【Every piece of trash in this world has its own unique use.】

【You decide to recycle the waste.】

【Raise Reina Sakura’s favorability to 50.】

【Reward: Master-level Acting Skills】

Master-level acting skills?

Kitahara pondered for a moment. This reward was excellent, but the task was somewhat absurd... raising Reina Sakura’s favorability to 50.

The difficulty was high.

Patients with NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) cannot rationally perceive what they need, except through the eyes of a psychiatrist.

Furthermore, even if her favorability was raised, there was no telling when she might stab him in the back.

...

No one outside knew what happened in the emergency stairwell.

But even if someone were to burst in, they would only be left flushed and breathless, their hearts racing at the sight before them.

Reina Sakura held her breath.

Her waist was held by Kitahara, his large hand pressed against her lower abdomen, burning hot. The heat radiated from his palm, but compared to the intensity of his touch, the boy’s gaze held no warmth at all; instead, it was... indifferent.

The detachment of someone viewing her as nothing more than a toy.

Reina Sakura’s heart rate quickened. This was a look she had not experienced in over a decade.

She felt a bit dizzy, as if she could fall asleep the next second, but the dark, filthy environment kept her body constantly tense.

What was he going to do?

“I... I don’t feel well.”

“Endure it.”

“...”

Reina Sakura pursed her lips and shut her eyes in humiliation.

Her backside stung with heat.

She didn't need to look to know it must be swollen. If she were to undress, she would see the five finger marks left on her skin. This intense humiliation ignited a fire within her.

“Button your shirt back up. It’s an eyesore.”

Kitahara stopped his hand, showing no intention of continuing the punishment.

Reina Sakura, who had been straddling Kitahara’s waist