Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 155 Knee pillow, hot spring

Near the courtyard, there was a side room that was usually quiet, but now a faint light was lit.

June is not the rainy season, but there are occasional drizzles.

now.

Kitahara changed into loose casual clothes and sat on the tatami mat to enjoy the rain. Beside him, Hanaya Seiko, dressed in plain white, sat upright and was making tea for him. She was expressionless, barefoot, and her black hair was loose and flowing like a waterfall.

The scene is absolutely beautiful.

Like a snow maiden from a snow mountain, or a moon goddess descended to earth, every move she makes exudes a noble feeling.

"Hanatani-san, tell me, what is the purpose of life?" Kitahara muttered to himself.

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Hanaya Seiko's lips twitched, and without saying a word, she simply handed over a teacup.

Kitahara took it, swallowed it whole, and then remarked, "Good tea."

Hanaya Seiko remained silent.

She brewed her teacher's treasured white tea from neighboring Fujian province, which is quite expensive, costing $20,000 per ounce. It was truly a waste for someone who knows nothing about tea to drink it.

However, now is not the time to complain.

When faced with a formidable enemy, first distinguish between primary and secondary threats.

Once Yamada Shun is dealt with, he can then deal with this spoiled brat. A cold glint flashed in Hanaya Seiko's eyes, and a hint of submissiveness appeared on her clear face: "Whatever you like."

"It doesn't taste right if only I drink it, Hanaya-san, you should drink some too." Kitahara urged, offering the empty teacup to Hanaya Seiko's lips.

She pursed her luscious red lips and reluctantly drank it down, as if she were drinking some kind of poison.

"how?"

"Good tea." Hanaya Seiko uttered the short, alluring words with considerable restraint.

obviously.

Although she agreed to compromise, she was extremely proud and remained deeply dissatisfied even though she physically submitted to Kitahara.

Kitahara's gaze swept over her haughty face, a sneer forming in his mind.

They're quite resilient.
but.

It's just for fun, who cares?

"Mr. Kitahara."

There was a knock at the door. It was Secretary Tashi. He slowly entered and saw Hanaya Seiko, whose face was slightly stiff and who was wearing a plain white dress.

"Excuse me."

"It's nothing, what's wrong?" Kitahara called out to Secretary Tashi.

"Mr. Yamada, please call to check on your uncle's health first; he is very concerned."

"I declined and told him it was inconvenient."

"Yes."

After Secretary Tashi left, Hanaya Seiko's face remained stiff. She had known this secretary for a long time and could be considered her second teacher.

Now he has seen it in this state.

There might be some misunderstanding.

"My shoulders are a little sore."

The annoying voice of Kitahara rang in my ear again.

Hanaya Seiko paused for a moment, while Kitahara lay on the tatami mat, looking content, and muttered to himself, "It would be nice if someone could give me a massage."

"There are waiters here who can give massages, I'll call them over for you." Hanaya Seiko parted her lips slightly, her beautiful face serene.

"No need, I'd rather Hanaya-san give me a massage herself."

Hanaya Seiko raised an eyebrow; though she didn't say anything, she was already annoyed.

She's a rich young lady.

Although they couldn't compare to the power of the Kousaka family, they weren't reduced to giving massages.
After a while.

Kitahara felt a pair of soft little hands gently massaging his shoulders, and there was a wonderfully pleasant scent beside him.

Although I took a deep breath as soon as I entered the room.

But it's nowhere near as good as the feeling of being up close.

Seiko Hanaya's perfume is very expensive, and when combined with her natural virgin scent, it makes her even more captivating.

"How about it?"

A cold voice came from beside my ear.

Even without turning his head, Kitahara could see Hanaya Seiko's sour face.

"It's alright, let's continue."

He said this, then closed his eyes and quietly felt the sensation.

The female lawyer is quite considerate and knows how to handle situations well; she would be well-suited to working in a kabuki theater.
Kitahara pondered for a moment, then turned over to face Hanaya Seiko, his nose touching her long, snow-white legs.

Open your eyes.

A flat stomach, rising to high, prominent breasts; the woman's features were quite defined, her slightly drooping eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.

Kitahara thought for a moment, then pressed himself against her, resting his head on her soft, delicate thigh.

Through a thin layer of fabric, he could almost feel the smoothness of Hanaya Seiko's body.

And that comforting body temperature. "."

The female lawyer froze, goosebumps rising all over her body, and she even stopped what she was doing.

She snapped out of her daze, pursed her lips, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Kitahara remained silent, only taking a deep breath, the delicate fragrance of a virgin wafting around his nose.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at her appearance, Hanaya Seiko is a top-tier beauty. Even if she didn't become a lawyer, she could easily debut as an actress.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, and then Secretary Tashi entered.

"Kitahara Saki"

He paused mid-sentence, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Kitahara rested his head on Hanaya Seiko's lap, while the latter lowered her head to massage his temples.

So this is the kind of personality that Master Qinglong's disciple has?
Secretary Duoshi was somewhat puzzled. He recalled Hanaya Seiko's usual arrogance and overbearing demeanor, which was incomparable to the person in front of him now.
but.

He knew exactly what to do now.

Secretary Tashi and Seiko Hanaya stared at each other stiffly for a second, then Tashi quickly closed the door and left.

At the same time as leaving.

He also reminded the servants at home not to disturb the two in that side room.

Hanaya Seiko turned her face back expressionlessly.

She suspected the two were in cahoots.
The massage ended at 7:30 pm. Kitahara got up and walked around. This place was nominally his own residence, but he knew less about it than outsiders.

Hanaya Seiko walked ahead and introduced him.

As they approached a corner, she frowned almost imperceptibly, then naturally led the way for him: "Let's go straight ahead, there's a movie theater up there, it's very spacious and suitable for watching movies."

"What's inside?"

Kitahara noticed her subtle mood and peeked over.

"nothing."

"Go in and have a look."

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Helpless, Hanaya Seiko had no choice but to bring Kitahara in.

Inside is a spacious bathtub, about ten square meters, for soaking in the tub.

At the hot spring, steam rose in abundance, and white smoke billowed everywhere.

Kitahara glanced at it twice and then had an idea: "Go change your clothes."

"I didn't bring it with me when I went out," Hanaya Seiko said expressionlessly.

"Then don't wear it."

"There seems to be something left over from before in the guest room," she changed her mind.

Kitahara chuckled, then turned and pinched Hanaya Seiko's delicate cheek. "Miss Hanaya, you seem quite unwilling?"

A cold glint flashed in Hanaya Seiko's eyes.

But she said nothing, avoiding his gaze, and whispered, "No, you're overthinking it."

"Then, go change your clothes, something a little revealing."

Kitahara said this and then waited there.

Seeing his patience, Hanaya Seiko looked helpless and could only go to her room to change her clothes.

On the road.

She heard Yamada Shun's voice, frowned slightly, and tried to dodge, but unexpectedly bumped into him head-on.

"Junior Sister Hanaya." Yamada Shun was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "So you have nowhere else to go, so you have to come to your teacher for help?"

"idiot."

Hanaya Seiko cursed expressionlessly, then turned to leave.

But don't want to.

My wrist was grabbed, and when I turned my head, I saw it was Yamada Shun.

The impeccably dressed, seemingly respectable Yamada Shun was looking at her with a greedy gaze: "Junior Sister Hanaya, actually, besides being enemies, we can have other relationships where we can get along."

Hanaya Seiko glanced up at him and gave a disdainful smile.

"roll."

"Are you worthy?"

"A lowly bastard from the countryside."

A flash of anger crossed Yamada Shun's eyes. He had never imagined being humiliated like this to his face. He cursed and pulled his hand away, ready to slap the arrogant face until it was red and swollen.

But the next second, he was stopped.

"Mr. Yamada, isn't it inappropriate to beat up my people on my turf?"

Kitahara's voice drifted over slowly. He reached out and stopped Yamada Shun, gripping his wrist tightly, and smiled at him: "Get this straight, this isn't a place for you to run wild."

For a moment, even the Holy Son of Flower Valley was stunned.

She muttered something under her breath, then watched quietly as the situation unfolded.

(End of this chapter)