Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 172 Okinawa Tourism
Kitahara didn't talk much with Sakura Rena, preferring to discipline her with physical punishment. He took her to the hotel, pinned her against the wall, locked the door behind him, and kissed her.

Amidst soft moans, Sakura Rena was pressed against the wall.

When Kitahara removed her outer garment, Sakura Rena trembled slightly, panting heavily, and asked weakly, "Will you be good to me?"

Kitahara noticed her fragile expression and the tears welling in her eyes. Instead of answering directly, he commanded, "Take off your clothes."

"Kitahara, I'm scared."

Sakura Rena called softly, then silently took off her clothes until she was only in her underwear, at which point she refused to move.

Kitahara touched her face, cupped her pert buttocks, and patted them twice: "There's more, don't make me rush you."

"Well"

Sakura Rena's body trembled slightly, then as if resigned to her fate, she took off her skirt and silk fabric, revealing the apartment layout. Under the light, the layout was clean and tidy, clearly well-maintained, like a steamed bun.

Seeing this, Kitahara was no longer in a hurry. "If you don't want to, you can leave."

Sakura Rena hid herself under the covers, her black hair spread out on the pillow. She didn't make a sound, just curled up into a ball, looking small and pitiful, peeking out her head to look at him.

After a moment, the artsy girl raised her head slightly: "I want to take things slowly with you."

Kitahara smiled and instantly understood her meaning: take it slow and extract value little by little.

It's been a long time since I've seen her, and Sakura-chan's illness hasn't gotten any better.

"Take your time, does that mean you're slow to warm up? Then I'm leaving." Kitahara left without a word, not even bothering to stay for a moment, which left Sakura Rena dumbfounded. She quickly grabbed Kitahara's hand, sat on the bed, and whispered, "That's not what I meant."

"what is that?"

Kitahara, lacking patience, decided to try and reason with her. Sakura Rena blushed quickly, grabbed his hand, and whispered, "My mother said that this kind of thing can only be done after marriage."

"Then let your mother talk to me personally later. Let's get down to business first."

Kitahara was too lazy to waste words with her. This woman was trying to sell herself for a high price. There was no need to be too gentle with a little green tea; being a bit rough was better, since she was a masochist anyway.

Ignoring Sakura's wails, Kitahara threw off all the silk fabric on the bed, crawled under the covers, and bit Sakura Rena's soft, warm lips.

Sakura Rena blushed deeply and reached out to push him away, but couldn't budge him. As if she had anticipated something, she gasped and cried, "Don't do this, it hurts me."

"Then think of another way?"

"I want to. I want to."

Sakura Rena was a little flustered. She nodded, wrapped her long legs around his waist, and whispered, "I'll put on my underwear and use my legs."

"No need, it's fine as is. It's better to be bare." Kitahara sighed.

"But like this..."

Sakura Rena was on the verge of tears. She had thought about this day coming, but she didn't want to be too hasty.

Kitahara said gently, "It's alright, I won't come in."

With her eyes red and swollen, Sakura Rena thought, "No one would believe that."

At first they said they wouldn't come in, then they said it was an accident, and then they said, "Since we're already here..."

She pleaded softly, her voice trembling with tears, "Please, I'll bite, okay?"

“You’re doubting me. I don’t think there’s any trust between us,” Kitahara said.

"I really didn't doubt you. Let's switch places. I definitely won't run away."

"Okay, then come up here."

Once Sakura Rena had climbed onto him, Kitahara supported her waist, looking at the girl's swollen cheeks with satisfaction.

He patted the little green tea's bottom, and she pursed her lips in grievance, swaying her waist.

Occasionally, staff members would pass by in the corridor and hear crying. They would stop and assume it was a crime, but upon closer inspection, they would blush with embarrassment. The crying was indeed very loud, but the words were extremely vulgar, including all sorts of nonsense about female slaves.

period.

Kitahara didn't treat her like a human being. He stood up, made Sakura Rena half-squat, and then grabbed her hair.

He ignored the tears shed by the little green tea girl during this time.

This took a long time, and it wasn't until filming was about to begin that Sakura Rena shakily put on her clothes. Kitahara noticed that her legs were quite nice, very flattering, and suited her well with jeans, though they were wobbling slightly, clearly because the previous scene had been too harsh.

"I have to film this afternoon, and I'll be having dinner at the set later. If you want me to come, it might be a little late," Sakura Rena said in a low voice. She wasn't pretending; the main reason was that Kitahara had been very direct earlier, pulling her hand without warning, and her hand was still red, swollen, and extremely itchy.

She was both sad and secretly happy. After connecting with the radio, her emotions surged, and she was still savoring the passion she had just experienced. She even felt a little expectant.

"I'm going back to Chiyoda tonight and won't be staying here. But I might come over again. I'll let you know by phone, so you can prepare accordingly."

Kitahara made a promise to Sakura Rena, and then started eating lunch. He had been exercising for too long and really needed to replenish his energy.

Sakura Rena stayed with him throughout the meal, remaining quiet and even taking the time to comb her hair and put on makeup.

After the makeup was done, she looked even more innocent, like a college student, but her breasts were also made to look bigger, making her very alluring.

This reminded Kitahara of Sakura Momo.

Sakura Rena put on makeup, then took Kitahara's hand and went out. When she saw his Maserati parked in front of the hotel, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After getting on the bus, he began to make his request: "I'm very anxious about the future and I want your help."

“Okay.” Kitahara responded simply. Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Sakura Rena rubbed her leg, feeling a little uneasy and even a little guilty. She then promised, “If you want, you can call me anytime.”

During the event, she spoke softly and smiled as she recounted recent interesting events, including things that happened at school, the summer night festival, and the arts festival, where she recited poems on stage.

When the car arrived at the film set, Sakura Rena hesitated for a moment, refusing to get out. She looked at Kitahara with her almond-shaped eyes and whispered, "Come with me."

"No, there is something else."

"It'll only take a few minutes, not long at all, for everyone to get to know you." Sakura Rena said coquettishly, holding Kitahara's hand and swaying it slightly, making Big White sway along with her, making it particularly eye-catching.

“You’re a celebrity, it’s not a good influence,” Kitahara insisted on refusing.

"What celebrity? Just an insignificant nobody," Sakura Rena said, her voice somewhat lost. She didn't know what her future held, only that this was an opportunity, and the man sitting next to her was her biggest asset.

In this society, money can buy anything. If Kitahara is willing to provide resources, she might just be able to soar to great heights.

Rena Sakura, who was still a female college student at the time, could never have imagined that she would one day become a movie queen and a hot star.

"You'll become famous."

Kitahara pulled the handbrake, first giving this little green tea a boost of confidence, his expression was confident: "You can film this movie first, I know some people, I'll recommend you to them, you'll become famous sooner or later."

This sounds a bit like a hoax, but the effect varies greatly depending on the words spoken by different people.

Upon hearing this promise, Sakura Rena felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but start daydreaming. Her affection for Kitahara also increased. However, the latter's expression suddenly turned cold: "But if your heart wanders and you dare to refuse my request, you can forget about all of this."

"Mmm, I know." Sakura Rena nodded obediently, then took the initiative to kiss Kitahara on the cheek, her smile alluring: "Well, Daddy, I'll go downstairs now."

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Unexpected things can happen.

Kitahara watched as Sakura Rena got out of the car, adjusted herself, and transformed back into her artistic goddess persona. He chuckled and drove away.

For little green tea.

You can't be too gentle; only harsh measures will make her understand her place, otherwise she'll start to overpower you in no time.

Kitahara didn't even intend to give her money; instead, he planned to extract money from Sakura Rena and eventually sign her to an entertainment company, making her his employee.

Half a month passed. Kitahara stayed in Chiyoda for a while and occasionally visited his uncle in the hospital. He was old and needed to recuperate even after he recovered. However, Kitahara told him to stay in the hospital and not to come out until Hanaya and Yamada finished their business war.

As July arrived, the weather became even hotter and more humid. Even walking under the shade of trees, the sunlight would fall on your head, making you feel restless.

Kitahara held a poster in his hand, which featured Sakura Rena's film crew. Her short drama had finished filming and was about to be released, and everyone at school was talking about it. In addition, there was also a trip to Okinawa.

"Of course I'm going! I'm not stupid!"

Yoshimizu Yu was making a fuss, while Kitahara and Hideyoshi were discussing the cost of the trip. After a final decision, the three decided to sign up for the tour.

In addition, many female students from the same major also go there, and even some teachers do.

After class.

Kitahara went to Sayuri's office to find her, but didn't run into her. Instead, he saw the second young lady. These past few days, the weather had been hot, and Asuka had been going out even less. She was also more sluggish, wearing a white dress and sprawled on the table without any regard for her image, her chest flesh exposed.

'Knock knock—'

He knocked on the door, went in and glanced inside, met Asuka's gaze, then went out again and closed the door.

Then, a hand reached out from the door and pulled Kitahara out again.

"Why are you running away? Talk to me." Asuka was quite blunt. She needed to chat with people occasionally, all sorts of things, otherwise she would fall into a slump.

Kitahara was used to it; all creative people are like that, sometimes passionate and fiery, sometimes as dark as maggots.

He poured tea and started talking about recent amusing incidents, such as suddenly having an older sister who, although she was an adopted daughter, had ulterior motives towards him. At this point, Asuka interrupted with a laugh: "You? Having ulterior motives towards you?"

Kitahara gave her an unfriendly look, then poured himself some tea: "I've made friends with a female celebrity. She's very talented and should be able to become a movie queen in the future."

Asuka started laughing again, giggling and her chest heaving. Kitahara took it as a treat for him, glared at her, and continued, "Besides that, I also set up a factory, acquired some non-technical patents, and got people to invest tens of millions of yen. I'm working myself to the bone to get orders, but so far there's been no progress."

At this point, Asuka clapped her hands and laughed, "That's more like it! How much did you lose?"

"This is called initial investment, not much, forty or fifty million."

Kitahara insisted on saying so, but he also had some doubts in his heart. Recently, he often went out to find missions and put the money he earned into the factory's account. Although he trusted the strong female senior, the fact that she spent money like water was really frightening.

No wonder the rich kids are allowed to squander their money these days, instead of starting their own businesses. How much money do they waste anyway!

Asuka laughed for a while, then found Kitahara's experiences quite unusual, so she suggested they chat often in the future. Kitahara declined, saying, "I'm not chatting anymore. I'm going to Okinawa the day after tomorrow, and my phone will be out of battery for a few days."

"Okinawa?"

Asuka seemed thoughtful. There had been such an event recently. After seeing Kitahara leave, she packed her things and, after confirming that she had no classes in the afternoon, went back to her apartment to talk to Sayuri about it.

Kitahara went back to Chiyoda. Recently, Hanaya Seiko has been extremely busy, even eating and sleeping at the company, and she can't be seen at home.

The girlfriend also works part-time, occasionally stays here, and occasionally goes to Ikebukuro. She lives a very comfortable life. Kitahara gave her ten million yen, intending for Chikawa to live a better life. Unexpectedly, the girl saved all the money and didn't touch a single penny.

Chikawa has a particular fondness for hoarding things, especially money. Seeing the balance sheet grow longer and longer gives him an indescribable feeling. Kitahara doesn't stop him, but every time he returns to his little house in Ikebukuro, he always sees discounted items piled up in the corner, which makes him a little helpless.

When Kitahara got home, he first trained for a while. He had recently met a kendo girl and trained with her for a few days, and found it to be a good experience.

After finishing practice and going to take a shower, Kitahara suddenly received a phone call.

(End of this chapter)