Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 174 The Victorious General
Kitahara admitted that he had thoughts before entering the room—anyone would have thoughts in that situation. Asuka was voluptuous with large breasts and a curvy figure, and was in her prime. Her face was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water from it, and her breasts were especially large. He made no attempt to hide it, saying that he wanted to have sex with her right now, to pin her down on the bed, and to ignore Asuka's screams and start having sex.

However, he was soon ashamed of the idea. Asuka turned on the light, and there was a canvas in the room. She pulled it open and found it was a sketch. She sat down and saw that it was his own, which surprised Kitahara.

"This"

"I was just practicing my drawing in my spare time, and since you happened to be here, I thought I'd show you." Asuka said smugly, pulling him to sit on the bed. Kitahara looked at her carefully and noticed that there was someone else next to him. It was a woman, and only her outline was drawn, but her face looked a bit like her own.

"Who is this?" Kitahara teased.

"It didn't matter who drew it, it was just something I drew on the spot," Asuka said. She didn't care about Kitahara's opinion and started talking about brushstrokes and structure, saying that she learned it from Michelangelo.

But Kitahara couldn't be bothered to listen to any of that; he only thought Asuka smelled wonderful and her black hair draped over her shoulders was beautiful.

Before he arrived, Asuka must have taken a shower and was getting ready to sleep, or perhaps she was going to watch a movie—a horror movie, or maybe a coming-of-age angst movie.

Kitahara was lost in thought when Asuka suddenly pointed and asked, "What do you think of this woman?"

"It's hard to tell, it seems quite ordinary."

Kitahara answered honestly, but it seemed he had offended Asuka. She said "Oh" and became quieter. After a while, she got up and pushed Kitahara out, saying, "I want to sleep. Go out and find a quiet place to sleep."

Kitahara stood at the door for a while, then knocked. A head popped out from behind the door. She looked at Kitahara, who said, "I didn't see clearly just now. Let me take another look."

"Okay," Asuka agreed.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"I've changed my mind again."

From this, Kitahara concluded that women are fickle.

At the same time, we should say more kind words.

So he went inside and began praising the painting, saying how beautiful it was, and how much more beautiful the woman in it was. Asuka beamed with delight, patted her fair legs, and said, "I'll get you some tea. What would you like to drink?"

"I can't sleep if I drink too much tea."

"Then keep me company for the night, I'm just in the mood!"

"One night?"

Kitahara was shocked. He looked at his watch. It was only midnight. There were nine hours of classes until the next day. He was sure he would be thirsty after a whole night.
Asuka poured the tea and placed it in front of Kitahara. She waited quietly for Kitahara to finish drinking it before starting a conversation. She asked with some curiosity, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"Talked."

"What happened? Tell me quickly." She was extremely interested in these things.

Helpless, Kitahara had to make up a story on the spot. He said that he used to live in the countryside and met a girl who worked as a father.

Asuka was taken aback: "You like this kind of thing?"

"She's very beautiful, with perfectly straight legs, a large bust, and even a halo," Kitahara described in detail. Asuka became a little unhappy again, and as soon as Kitahara stopped talking, she urged, "Hurry up and continue, or I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Kitahara glanced at her sideways. Her breasts were impressive, white and plump, almost suffocating to look at. He didn't say what he really thought, and continued to make up a story: "After that, I slept with her. The first time was in the bedroom. I was drunk that day and couldn't go home, so I knocked on someone's door in the middle of the night."

"It seems to be a traditional skill," Asuka commented, finding the scene familiar.

She opened the door and exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Then she looked around, a little shy, and quickly pulled me in, saying she had something to show me.

"You're already a prostitute, what are you afraid of?" Asuka sneered, seemingly lacking empathy and being very harsh on this girl.

"And then I did it."

"What about the details?"

Asuka was dissatisfied and pushed his shoulder. Kitahara had no choice but to watch her continue, saying, "I pulled off her clothes and then randomly closed my eyes and started kissing her. She didn't resist and pulled me into the bedroom."

‘Gulu. ’

This was Asuka's voice. She snapped out of her daze, her expression turning fierce, and said viciously, "This woman is shameless."

"Yes, that's the story. Later, I got into a university in the city and met her a few times, but then we drifted further and further apart," Kitahara said tactfully.

Upon hearing this, Asuka became dissatisfied: "Why aren't you here?"

"I haven't finished coding this yet," Kitahara said frankly. Asuka paused, then gritted her teeth, furious.

"Fine—you've fooled me, you bastard! You're not having an easy time tonight!"

She pinched and scolded Kitahara for a while, then laughed: "Now I understand, you were planning tonight's events. You're such a wicked guy, were you secretly thinking about tearing off my clothes and then kissing me with your eyes closed?"

Kitahara fell silent, and Asuka shut her mouth as well. Her face was burning hot. Then she changed the subject: "Let's talk about something else. This is boring. Those trivial matters between men and women are not as interesting as national history."

"Then let's talk about King David."

"I'm not interested in eating."

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Kitahara glanced at her and then began to talk about the female hero in Japanese history, Empress Jingu.

Asuka listened attentively, nodding occasionally, as if she felt a sense of pride.

"Women are amazing," she said.

Then he added, "I'm amazing too."

Kitahara pretended not to hear and finished talking about Jingu and then about Tomoe Gozen. This one was even more impressive, and Asuka listened with great interest. After talking about all the others for less than half an hour, the woman stared at him with her beautiful eyes, not blinking.

He thought, "I'm not going to get any sleep tonight."

If I had known I would suffer here, I would have preferred to take a taxi back.

Kitahara finished drinking the water, then went to the toilet. When he came back, Asuka was jumping rope on the yoga mat and called him to join her.

He thought this woman was out of her mind, but he was watching with great interest. Asuka was dancing with her back to him, her fleshy buttocks jiggling, and her breasts were bouncing along with her. It was very erotic and incredibly sexy. After she finished dancing, her face was very red, and fine sweat was dripping down her snow-white neck.

“I’m not jumping anymore,” she said. “Do you want some candy? I bought some yesterday; it’s glutinous rice candy, and it smells really good.”

"No, I want to go to sleep."

"Eat up!"

Kitahara took one, and the taste was indeed alright, with a milky flavor.

Seeing Kitahara's exhaustion, Asuka changed her mind: "Then get up early. Tomorrow, we're going to Okinawa. Get ready early. You're coming to the supermarket with me, alone. Don't bring Sayuri."

Why not take her?

"Why do you care so much?" she glared at.

"it is good."

Upon hearing the agreement, Asuka smiled and saw him out.

Kitahara went to the living room, found a sofa, and fell asleep immediately. Smelling the woman's fragrance on the sofa, he unusually suffered from insomnia.

He started to think about Okinawa.

I vaguely remember it being very hot there, hotter than Tokyo.

The girl was dressed very daringly, especially at the beach, wearing a bikini that showed everything that needed to be shown. He closed his eyes and couldn't sleep until midnight because of the heat. Then he heard the door open and Asuka came out.

She was barefoot, her toes shiny, smeared with red oil, and she crept over. Kitahara looked at her through his half-open eyes. She was still wearing the same outfit she wore to bed: a light blue tank top and athletic shorts that were barely above her thighs.

"You just called me a son of a bitch." Asuka held a grudge. She remembered Kitahara's roundabout insults towards her, so she sneaked out in the middle of the night.

Kitahara remained silent, thinking he was in a semi-drunk, semi-awake state, and might be dreaming.

Asuka glanced at him a few times, nudged him, and pretended to stomp on him, but Kitahara didn't move. Instead, he squatted down and bent over in front of the sofa. She lowered her head and sniffed, muttering to herself, "Why does it smell like milk?"

"This is bad."

What's wrong with it?
Kitahara didn't understand what she was saying, but he soon did, because those burning lips bit him. Asuka blushed and kissed and bit him, taking full advantage of him. Finally, she frowned and pretended to be disdainful: "It's not tasty at all, it's boring, I don't understand at all what's so great about making this."

After saying that, she went to sleep proudly, like a victorious general.

(End of this chapter)