Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 153

In the darkness, the bed swayed, accompanied by a soft creak.

The cell phone rings.

The woman gently pushed it, murmuring, "Phone. Wait a minute."

Kitahara also came to his senses.

He looked down at Nakamaki Miyoko. One of her shoulders was bare, with a smooth ribbon hanging down. In the darkness, the cherry blossom petals shone brightly.

Miyoko Nakamura calmed the blush on her cheeks and reached out to answer the phone.

"This is Miyoko. Yes, yes. I'm not feeling well today."

"I won't be going to the factory this afternoon, could you please take a look?"

The senior student is on the phone.

Kitahara was also covered in sweat and had no desire to lie on top of her anymore. He went to the bathroom to take a shower without any hesitation.

Get up.

With a soft pop, Miyoko Nakamura's beautiful eyes visibly furrowed.

A slight pain came over me.

At the same time, there was a vague sense of emptiness. She glanced at Kitahara's back and slowly squeezed her legs together.

'Wow--'

Bei Yuan went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the warm water flowed straight down, soaking his body.

He felt a little regretful, thinking he shouldn't have stayed.

After all, this woman is rather difficult to deal with.

In every sense.

But since things have come to this, all we can do is try our best to prevent her from getting pregnant.

Upon closer reflection, he realized that apart from his girlfriend and Takagi, none of the women he knew were easy to get along with.

'Jingle Bell--'

A text message arrived on Kitahara's phone. He looked down at it; it was from Secretary Taishi, asking him to come home that evening.

He glanced at it and replied, "I understand."

As I continued washing my body, a soft, boneless, slender, snow-white hand appeared on my chest.

Turning around again, Senior Sister Zhongmu was right behind her, her hips bent, her figure twisting and turning, her long, white legs full of flesh, tightly clenched to completely conceal her private area.

How can you block vision like that?

It would be a shame not to go and work on the tiles.

Kitahara was taken aback and wanted to open it to take a look, but the woman had already thrown herself into his arms.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to hug you." Nakamaki Miyoko put her arms around his waist, buried her head in Kitahara's chest, and took a deep breath.

This is the man who took her virginity.

Kitahara could sense her attachment and naturally said, "I can hug you, but I won't stay overnight."

"I didn't ask you to stay. What will happen when Kaori comes back?" Miyoko Nakamaki pouted.

"Find some time to move. This place is too small and inconvenient to live in. I'll pay for it."

"What, you want me to live with you?"

Miyoko Nakamura tilted her head back, a half-smile on her face, but the next second she just hummed in agreement, her cheeks flushed pink.

His weakness is being attacked, that brat!
The strong woman gave him a reproachful look.

“No, you will still live with your friends, but I will visit you occasionally.” Kitahara withdrew his hand.

Miyoko Nakamaki hummed in agreement, looking down shyly.

after all.

She also knew what Kitahara wanted from her.

However, Miyoko Nakamaki pursed her lips, her watery eyes filled with gentleness: "So what kind of relationship do we have now?"

"Don't ask, just wash up and wait for me in bed."

"Scumbag."

Miyoko Nakamura didn't get the answer she wanted, and she pursed her lips, looking somewhat unhappy.

Even her.

Sometimes I crave compliments and want to rise to a higher position.

To become the respectable girlfriend.
Nakamaki Miyoko recalled Chikawa Ryoka's appearance when they last met, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. This country bumpkin probably hasn't seen much of the world; she might as well go over and scare her. Kitahara washed himself, returned to bed, and checked his messages.

In the news.

Rumors seem to have spread about the Hanaya family's broken cash flow. A reporter took a picture of the female lawyer's expressionless face, which appeared on the headlines of gossip news.

Dog eat dog.

Kitahara glanced at it twice but didn't pay it any mind.

In the bathroom, the shower stopped, the woman had taken a shower, dried her hair with a hairdryer, and sat upright in front of Kitahara, swinging her two long, white legs.

Miyoko Nakamura is touching up her makeup.

"I'm going out to look at houses tonight. If you have time, could you help me clean my new place?" Kitahara reached out and patted her shapely buttocks.

"Cleaning? Am I a servant?" Miyoko Nakamaki said angrily. "Why should I clean your new house? I'm not even going to live there!"

"Give me back my Mercedes, I won't lend it to you."

"Never."

Miyoko Nakamaki snorted coldly, her lead-white hair swaying, revealing her pink-tinged profile.

A luxury car gave her a lot of prestige at work, and it was indispensable whether she was going out to discuss business or meet clients.

Now that Mercedes-Benz is already in Nakamura Miyoko's hands, it's impossible for her to give it back.

"Don't be willful."

Miyoko Nakamaki applied lipstick and made a 'smack' sound in the mirror, revealing her bright red lips.

Seeing this, he turned back with satisfaction: "Unless, the house you rent for me is satisfactory."

"It won't be bad."

Kitahara would occasionally stay overnight at Nakamaki Miyoko's place, so he wouldn't skimp on himself and would always choose a villa that wasn't too cheap.

As I pondered, a fragrant breeze wafted by, followed by a warm embrace.

Kitahara looked down and saw Nakamaki Miyoko with her bare legs, wearing only a light blue thong, her legs crossed, looking very voluptuous. She was sitting next to him, her white shirt only buttoned up at the second button.

Pure and lustful.

A mature and sophisticated woman like this naturally knows how to use her physical advantages to gain attention.

Kitahara naturally wouldn't waste her kindness, but after looking around, he simply said, "The umbrella is gone."

"Once it's gone, it's gone."

"Go buy it, otherwise you might get pregnant."

Kitahara put his arm around his senior and kissed her neck. Nakamaki Miyoko felt a tickle and giggled, her eyes full of seductive charm: "I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

Kitahara smiled without saying a word, but made no further move.

Miyoko Nakamura was caught up in the moment but received no response. Her dazed eyes cleared, and seeing Kitahara dangling her, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're such a bastard!"

"I'll go buy some medicine later!"

Kitahara then pulled her into his arms, but Nakamaki Miyoko snorted coldly and resisted somewhat.

but.

Thongs don't lie; the senior may seem aloof, but she secretly longs for them.

With a gentle slap, Miyoko Nakamura turned into a puddle of mud.

I just finished showering, and the curtains were slightly drawn back.

As the light streamed in through the window, Kitahara noticed that she had changed into a semi-sheer bra, which lifted up Nakamaki Miyoko's breasts.

When Miyoko Nakamaru saw him looking at her, she hummed and whispered, "Stop looking, hurry up."

"Enjoy the food before you eat."

As Kitahara spoke, he drew the curtains, and the room instantly became dark.

In the darkness, skin to skin touched; the senior's body was smooth and soft, and it seemed as if water could be squeezed out with a gentle pinch.

After a while.

Miyoko Nakamura didn't seem ready, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Well"

Kitahara breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone ringing was drowned out by the swaying sound, and even the sound of the door opening outside could not be heard.

Kaori Minami returned home and went to the living room. She heard strange noises, so she slowly walked towards the master bedroom, pushed open the half-closed door, and stared wide-eyed.

(End of this chapter)