Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 162 Takagi's Lipstick

People who are too naive are often not very sensitive to malice.

Or perhaps, Takagi sensed Kitahara's hidden thoughts, but out of trust, he didn't take any precautions.

Seeing this, Kitahara started using psychological manipulation.

"You're naive and weak-willed; it will be difficult for you to survive in the outside world."

"There are so many graduates now, like leeks, and academic qualifications are depreciating. You can't compete with others."

"Working every day for such a small amount of money, working yourself to the bone, and having to scheme against colleagues, working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week), it's bound to make you depressed in the long run."

Akane Takagi blinked her clear eyes.

She was innocent, not stupid. She sensed that Kitahara was trying to deceive her, and her pure little eyes curved into a smile as she treated him as if he were telling a joke.

I can't fool them.

Kitahara had no choice but to stop talking.

A system based on how you perceive someone's favorability.

[Character: Akane Takagi]

Status: I'm a little curious about your changes.

【Favourability: 73】

73% favorability.

If I remember correctly, the last time we met, you were in your 60s?
Although it was unclear why the favorability rating had increased so much, Kitahara's attitude had become much more serious.

According to the original life.

She should have studied medicine, worked for a few years, and then decided to pursue her passion.

Kitahara was just about to intervene.

Let her go straight to drawing comics after graduation; we can just pay for it ourselves.

But I also feel that doing so is wrong.

That's a bit too selfish; it doesn't care about Takagi's feelings.

As Kitahara thought to himself, his gaze drifted and landed on Takagi's slightly protruding chest.

It was summer, and the weather was hot. She was wearing a light blue shirt that was quite sheer, and the stripes underneath could be vaguely seen through the fabric.

“It’s still too early,” Kitahara murmured.

"Ok?"

Takagi stared at him in confusion, only to see Kitahara's gaze fixed directly on her girlish thoughts.

Her lips, coated with lipstick, were rosy and glossy. With a gentle purse, they revealed her small, snow-white canine teeth.

Kitahara stared in disbelief and peered forward.

The girl's face was very close.

Before she could even blink and wonder what Kitahara was doing, he had already kissed her lips.

soft.

水润
"Um"

A soft panting sound belatedly escaped from Takagi's delicate nose.

Kotakagi's lip balm has a fruity scent, and when Kitahara kisses it, it feels like eating a cool, refreshing watermelon.

He closed his eyes.

'Snapped! '

The cross-shaped bandage in Takagi Akane's hand fell to the ground.

She was stunned.

By the time the concept of kissing flashed through Takagi's mind, it was already too late.

Kitahara leaned back, ending the kiss.

A thin, long thread slid down the girl's cherry-pink lips, glistening and transparent. Takagi Akane wiped it away, half-understanding, but didn't react. She just stared blankly at Kitahara, not quite sure what was going on.

Coming to her senses, she asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

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Kitahara was also taken aback.

Yes.

What is he suddenly doing?
Although Kotakagi has a high level of affection for him, it doesn't mean that she can let him do whatever he wants.

What he just did.

This is extremely impolite to any girl.

Takagi is not one of those wicked women.

Do whatever you want.

"I'm sorry, I just kissed you."

Kitahara swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous and at a loss for what to do.

That's very rare.

He didn't know what to say.

Why did you kiss me?

The voice grew softer and softer, and Takagi's head gradually drooped. She wanted to laugh, but she held back from laughing out loud.

They had just kissed. Kotakagi's lips were still a little glistening, sparkling in the sunlight.

Recalling the gentle warmth just now.

Kitahara was really reluctant to leave, so he lowered his head, pressed his earlobe against hers, and whispered, "Since I saved you today, shouldn't I take some reward?"

The earlobe is a sensitive area.

The girl trembled violently from the sudden attack.

"Logically, you are entitled to compensation."

Takagi instinctively agreed, then suddenly realized something and repeatedly refused, whispering her refusal:
"No, that won't do. There's no reason to accept this kind of compensation."

"why?"

Kissing is something lovers do, but you're just...

"But I am your savior."

Faced with Kitahara's nonchalant attitude, Takagi was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Kitahara to be so shameless. He was speechless and just clutched his clothes, his cheeks burning.

Her posture, far from seeming like a rejection, actually carried a hint of encouragement.
Kitahara pursed his lips and tentatively stepped forward again.

Perhaps out of shyness, Takagi shrank back little by little until she got close to the shop window.

The two were pressed together, their bodies touching, legs close together. Kitahara only needed to take a light sniff to fill his nose with Takagi's body fragrance—a gentle scent unlike any other.

Kitahara was somewhat captivated by this warmth.

Takagi-san is the most unique.
The afternoon sun was blazing.

As the temperature rose, Takagi couldn't tell whether his cheeks were burning or his body was burning hot.

Just remember.

My brain isn't quite working properly right now, after that kiss.
Aren't you standing too close to me?

When there was nowhere left to hide, Takagi weakly raised her head, looked at her friend of many years, and begged for mercy in a low voice.

Kitahara naturally wouldn't give her a chance to escape.

Takagi may seem a bit slow, but he's actually quite clever. If he's let go today, he'll be more wary from now on.

“How can it be close? Isn’t this the normal distance?” Kitahara said seriously.

"But you're always sticking close to me."

"You haven't finished bandaging me yet, don't worry about anything else."

"How can I bandage you when you're so close?"

Takagi felt somewhat aggrieved.

Then, she finally realized something was wrong and looked at Kitahara with a bit of anger: "You stinky Kitahara, are you being a pervert?"

"No, absolutely not."

Even if there is.

Kitahara wouldn't admit it either.

"Then let go, or I'll get angry," Kotaka whispered.

Kitahara pretended not to hear and continued to cuddle with Takagi.

At the same time, she picked up the bandage on the ground and handed it to Takagi, feigning pitifulness: "Putting everything else aside, my hand hurts."

She seemed to have sensed his little scheme.

Takagi pursed her lips, but did not refuse. After all, she was naturally gentle. She just gave him a sidelong glance and tacitly agreed.

Looking at the girl's focused profile, Kitahara nodded unconsciously.

A clean white gauze was tightly wrapped around the palm.

During this process, Kitahara truly felt Takagi's body temperature and lost track of time.

'Crack—'

Akane Takagi cut the bandage with scissors and lowered her hand.

Seeing the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, Kitahara reached out and wiped them away for her.

Takagi tried to dodge, but couldn't, and said apologetically, "You don't need to wipe it for me, it's okay."

"Yes, yes."

After wiping, Kitahara lowered his head and said, "You help me, I help you, we're friends."

Takagi said in a low voice, "I've never seen any friends sticking together like that."

Seeing her puffed-up little face expressing her dissatisfaction, Kitahara knew he couldn't be too offensive; if he hugged her any longer, Takagi might turn into a hedgehog and prick him.

but.

Kitahara glanced at her moist lips instinctively and said, "Some friends kiss each other, it's said to increase friendship, do you want to try it?"

"What kind of friend of yours? He doesn't sound like a decent person at all."

Takagi shook his head repeatedly and muttered a complaint under his breath.

"Who says it's inappropriate? Didn't our friendship just get stronger?"

"satyr."

Takagi puffed out his cheeks and gently pulled Kitahara's cheeks.

Only when Kitahara cried out in pain did he smile and release his grip, saying, "Consider this revenge."

(End of this chapter)