Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 170* Poison Hidden Inside

After taking a shower and applying perfume to his body, Kitahara strolled out of the bathroom, glancing at Hanaya Seiko, who was slumped on the bed.

"Weak chicken."

Kitahara walked up to Hanaya Seiko and said disdainfully.

Hanaya Seiko pursed her lips, both embarrassed and annoyed. She threw the pillow at Kitahara and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Having gotten all the benefits, Kitahara didn't care about the few curses he heard. He went out the door, and by then the night rain had stopped. He turned around and walked towards his room, ready to go to sleep.

Inside the room, Hanaya Seiko clutched her chest, her fair breasts heaving, her face still flushed.

just now.

She experienced the most exciting sport she had ever played since birth.

The pale purple fabric lying haphazardly on the ground silently tells the story.

Hanaya Seiko blushed, not expecting herself to be so crazy.

"He's definitely the one with the problem."

"I am definitely not a slut."

Talking to herself, Hanaya Seiko picked up her tea and drank it all in one gulp. Then, looking at the person in the mirror, she felt a little guilty.

perhaps.

Possible
She was being somewhat insincere.

While Hanaya Seiko was still struggling with her decision, Kitahara strolled around the courtyard and looked at the moonlight.

It's almost the middle of the month, and the moon is very full. I wish Chikawa, Takagi, and Sayuri were sitting next to me right now.

"We still can't be too greedy."

"Eat your food one bite at a time, and walk your path one step at a time."

After admonishing himself, Kitahara returned to his bedroom.

A table lamp was left on in the bedroom, casting a warm yellow light on the tatami mat and the made-up bed.

now.

The cat-like girl had her eyes closed, her black hair flowing freely, and her sleeping face was sweet.

She changed into a snow-white shirt.

Her chest bulged out, creating the curve of her shirt; even when she was lying flat, her figure was quite impressive.

Kitahara wasn't sure if she was asleep.

She tiptoed, quietly closed the wooden door, and then slipped into the covers.

Once I'm in bed...

Kitahara opened his phone and found several new text messages among the messages he hadn't checked in a long time. Besides Yoshimizu and Hideyoshi, the most were from Sakura Reina.

"He went to act."

"I had an interview today and successfully landed a role. Filming starts tomorrow, will you be coming?"

Rena Sakura posted two sentences, along with emojis and a selfie.

Wearing a JK skirt, she has a very high school girl vibe.

But the skirt was very short, and you could vaguely see her underwear, which was blue and white striped.

As expected of a famous Instagram blogger, even her photos are so risqué, but what's even more noticeable than the photos are her words.

So you're going to act already?

Kitahara was somewhat surprised. Although he knew she would become a star in the future, he didn't expect her to start getting involved in this industry in her freshman year of college.

Kitahara made a simple plan.

Instead of helping her when her career takes off, it's better to be an angel investor.

As the first villainous woman encountered, Sakura Rena's value was undoubtedly the lowest, but her business acumen was undeniable.

If it's suitable, we'll bring it under our wing.

Inappropriate.
Kitahara didn't mind having another lover, since Sakura Rena was used to being ignored and wouldn't cause internal strife.

turn off the phone.

He also turned off the desk lamp. Kitahara heard soft breathing and turned his head to see Chikawa's serene profile.

Her milky-white skin was especially alluring under the moonlight.

Reach out and touch it; it's delicate and soft, full of collagen.

"Such a cute girl, thank goodness I got her."

"I can't even imagine how heartbroken anyone else would be," Bei Yuan sighed, then snuggled into Qian Chuan's blankets, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's slender waist, pressed close to her back, and inhaled her virgin fragrance like he was petting a cat.

Unlike Hanaya, Qianchuan's scent was gentler and more pleasant.

"Ok?"

The girlfriend groggily opened her eyes, glanced at Kitahara, mumbled something, and then closed her eyes again.

Seeing her adorable appearance, Kitahara couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss on her soft lips.

Then, he placed his hand in a familiar spot.

Warm and smooth.

My girlfriend doesn't seem to be wearing a bra today; it's empty. So, although her breasts look very perky, they change shape with the slightest movement.

"Homemade is always the best, healthy, harmless, and all-natural."

Kitahara sighed comfortably, not wanting to move at all. He gently pulled Chikawa's soft, boneless body into his arms, feeling her voluptuousness up close, and then closed his eyes.

A dreamless night.

Early in the morning, there was a rapid and impatient knocking on the door.

'Knock knock—'

'Knock knock—'

In the dimly lit room, clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor. Kitahara was awakened by the knocking, muttered something under his breath about how inconsiderate he was, and then turned over and went back to sleep.

Outside the door, Hanaya Seiko's anger grew with each knock. For some reason, knowing that Kitahara was sleeping with his girlfriend ignited a nameless rage within her, prompting her to keep banging on the door.

After a long while, there was still no movement. Annoyed, Huagu Shengzi kicked the door and spat, "Sleep to death, you two pigs."

Then she said to the waiter beside her, "Tell me when you wake up."

"Yes."

After saying that, Hanaya Seiko went to eat with a cold face.

After all, I still have to work later.

However, when she was eating, looking at the empty table, Hanaya Seiko always felt a sense of frustration.

in the room.

After being woken up, Kitahara couldn't fall back asleep, so he got up to take a shower.

A summer morning.

After turning off the air conditioner, I feel sticky all over. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is said to be a sign of kidney deficiency.

But Kitahara will not admit it.

'Wow--'

Chikawa Ryoka rolled over groggily, rubbed her eyes, and suddenly realized that her shirt had been carelessly thrown outside, and that she was completely naked.

"Ok?"

"I don't remember having the habit of sleeping naked."

She looked around and saw Kitahara come out after washing, with a look of realization on his face.

Kitahara stepped forward, put his arm around his girlfriend's waist, and brazenly gazed at Chikawa's voluptuous figure. Without the protection of her shirt, her breasts stood out, exuding youthful vitality.

Without a doubt, if it were to make any move at this moment, it would hop and skip around like a big white rabbit.

"what"

Qianchuan lowered his head and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

Kitahara walked over, took her hand, and gently pulled it to both sides: "I'm not a bad person, let me see."

"Has it gotten bigger recently? It looks a little different from last time."

"Let me touch it."

"Ugh, why are you biting me?"

Kitahara winced in pain, but then saw the girl opposite him rubbing her face against him like a cat, her cunning eyes gleaming: "You're not even married yet, and you dare to do this? Aren't you afraid I'll call the police and have you arrested?"

Kitahara was not intimidated. He took a step forward and said fiercely, "Go ahead and report it if you dare. Put your husband in jail and let's see if you cry then."

As he spoke, he decided to teach the kitten-like girl a lesson, so he lowered his head and kissed her.

Qianchuan chuckled, not resisting, tilting her head back in a rather cooperative manner, but her voice grew increasingly breathless and her tone increasingly seductive: "Let me get dressed first, why are you in such a hurry?"

Kitahara remained silent, simply savoring the experience.

(End of this chapter)