Chapter 67
If Kosuke had been rational enough, he shouldn’t have acted just now.
That was, after all, Saki’s father, and doing so would definitely lower her favorability.
But he couldn’t endure it.
Saki’s father’s face was twisted like a chrysanthemum, his body arched like a shrimp, and he knelt on the ground clutching his stomach with both hands.
Even just a casual kick, this old fellow couldn’t possibly have dodged it.
"Cough cough... ugh"
He vomited something that looked like fried noodles from his mouth.
But other than that, there were no more serious injuries.
Because Kosuke had held back in that kick just now, he hadn’t suffered any substantial harm.
The Yoshida couple quickly stood up, supporting each other, looking at the classmate of their daughter, who had just been their family’s benefactor, with resentful gazes.
But they dared not speak their anger.
Just like their behavior in front of the lively people before, they became obedient.