Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 152 Want both and want
I finished a bowl of pork rib noodles.

Miyoko Nakamaki probably understood Kitahara's purpose, or perhaps she thought she understood it.

The curtains are drawn.

The apartment suddenly became a little darker. Miyoko Nakamaki sat down next to Kitahara. "What do you want to watch? A movie, or a TV series?"

"Don't you have to go to work this afternoon?" Kitahara asked casually.

"Just ask for leave."

Miyoko Nakamura leaned closer, her perfume wafting towards me, her soft body warm against my skin.

Kitahara half-embraced her waist, occasionally grasping and occasionally probing inside.

Miyoko Nakamura remained silent, only exhaling softly.

Speechless for a moment.

There was no need for words; Kitahara knew what she wanted to do, and she knew what she wanted. All that was left was for them to draw their swords and guns.

However, Kitahara is currently in a dilemma.

Too many women can be a headache.

Take Zhongmu Meidaizi as an example.

This strong woman is good at pursuing her career. If we take her under our wing, who knows what she might do that would turn the harem upside down? That would be a real problem.

Kitahara pondered for a moment, then opened Resident Evil.

The opening credits play familiar music, creating a tense atmosphere. Nakamaki Miyoko patted him playfully, her voice gentle: "This is scary."

"I didn't say I'd watch it with you. If you're not going to watch it, go back to sleep."

Miyoko Nakamura's face fell, and she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "You jerk! All you do is bully me."

Kitahara grabbed hard.

Her face darkened further, her expression gloomy as she glared at him through gritted teeth.

Not gentle with women at all.

To put it bluntly, a high-caliber person like her—beautiful, talented, and considerate—would be highly sought after.

Why did I have to run into such a bad man?

However, Miyoko Nakamura didn't leave. She even lifted her coat to make him feel more comfortable.

Some time ago, Kitahara had already told her the truth: you reap what you sow. For her career, Nakamura Miyoko was willing to go all out.

She stayed with Kitahara for the first ten minutes or so, and then, getting a little wet, she pulled her hand away from his and went to the bathroom to change her clothes.

A sporty short-sleeved shirt, paired with hip-hugging shorts that almost reached the hips; the fabric was very soft to the touch, and there were tissues inside.

"All settled," Zhongmu Meidaizi said as she came out of the bathroom.

Kitahara glanced at the strong woman, a little amused. This woman was quite sensible.
He turned his head and glanced out the window. It was raining, and the weather was gloomy.

Kitahara's goal today is to recruit Nakamaki Miyoko, so he's too lazy to wander around and plans to stay here this afternoon and evening.

"Would you like some tea?" Nakamaki Miyoko's two long, white legs were dazzling, and she deliberately tidied the table in front of Kitahara.

"Don't block the way."

Kitahara reached out and slapped her plump buttocks, the sound crisp and pleasant. The strong woman let out a soft "ah," her alluring eyes revealing a hint of shyness.

"satyr."

Miyoko Nakamaki blinked, wiggled her hips, and her plump buttocks briefly drew Kitahara's attention. "Nothing on TV is as pretty as me."

“I have a girlfriend, Ms. Nakamaki, please don’t go too far.” Kitahara said with an upright expression.

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Midori Miyoko was speechless.

Angry and funny.

If you have a girlfriend, why are you still looking for me?
This dog man.

It's clear they want both, they're being ungrateful.

Too lazy to waste words, she turned off the TV, straddled Kitahara's waist, and pressed her ample breasts against his face: "Since you have a girlfriend, what are you doing here?"

"Let's see how my ten million is going." Kitahara tilted his head back to avoid being blinded by the thunder.

"As you can see, it's not nearly enough."

Miyoko Nakamura said matter-of-factly, "You can ask me to pay you back, but I'm penniless right now. I have nothing to offer but my body." As soon as she finished speaking...

Kitahara grabbed her plump buttocks, accompanied by the strong woman letting out a soft "Ah!" as she blushed.
"The senior student from Zhongmu is not worth ten million."

"A few more times will be enough."

It seems that Miyoko Nakamura has made up her mind: she has no money, and her life is worthless.

She bit her lip, her eyes glazed over, and lowered her head to bite Kitahara's ear: "Today doesn't count."

As he spoke, his arms were wrapped around Miyoko Nakamaki's slender, boneless waist.

It seemed to be the first time I'd ever been so ambiguous with someone.

Miyoko Nakamura's body felt a little weak, and blood slowly rushed to her face, making her face flushed and her whole body radiating heat.

“Actually, there’s an even more ambiguous one,” Kitahara said.

"Ok?"

“Become my subordinate.” Kitahara said bluntly, “I think your company is good, I can invest in it, and you won’t have to work so hard to attract investment.”

Senior Zhongmu's eyes flickered slightly, then she narrowed them a little, got off Beiyuan, and covered her beautiful body with the blanket: "You want it all?"

Do you agree or not?

"Get out," Miyoko Nakamaki said coldly.

Kitahara responded, not expecting to win over this senior student right now, and readily got up to leave.

No idea.

Just as she stepped out of the living room, Miyoko Nakamura stormed out again, fuming: "Stop right there! You actually walked away when I told you to! Are you crazy?!"

“He’s not willing to listen.” Kitahara stopped in his tracks.

Miyoko Nakamura pursed her lips and whispered, "I started my own business because I didn't want to be subservient to others; I wanted to live a life of dignity."

“We can be partners, but I don’t insist on being your boss,” Kitahara said tactfully.

"You're so optimistic about the factory's future?" Miyoko Nakamura asked suspiciously.

“Oh, that factory? It looks like it’s doomed. It has no resources at all. How are you going to survive?” He shook his head.

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Miyoko Nakamura was speechless, feeling that her brat had come here today just to discourage her.

She said irritably, "Then why did you invest money? You're just a fool with too much money, aren't you?"

"I just think highly of you."

Kitahara said naturally, his gaze sweeping over Nakamaki Miyoko's voluptuous figure before gradually moving upwards, intently looking into his senior's clear eyes: "I'm just optimistic about your future and making an investment in advance."

Miyoko Nakamura was surprised for a moment, but she was still a little touched, and her tone softened: "Then transfer some money to me first."

“I’ll transfer the money, but you have to be my personal secretary for ten years. If this job falls through, you’ll stay by my side exclusively,” Kitahara said.

"it is good."

Zhongmu Meidaizi agreed.

Kitahara also turned his gun around and returned to the living room sofa. Nakamaki Miyoko wanted to do something, but then she felt a message coming from her phone.

The money has arrived.

She didn't look at the exact number, but just stared at Kitahara in surprise.

"You're just giving it to me like this? Aren't you worried I'll go back on my word?"

"do not worry."

"Why? Do you think I have a bottom line?"

As she spoke, Miyoko Nakamura felt a sweet warmth in her heart, as if she were in love.

The way he looked at Kitahara was also full of affection.

Kitahara felt a little guilty, glanced at the system's favorability rating, nodded again, and said seriously, "I believe you."

After receiving affirmation, Nakamaki Miyoko pursed her lips, overjoyed. She pounced on Kitahara and pinned him down, exclaiming, "Little brat, I love you to death!"

Feeling the fullness of her body.

Kitahara finally couldn't control his desires and gently kneaded her buttocks.

Soon, Miyoko Nakamura's voice could be heard.
(End of this chapter)