Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 175 We were just talking about literature

The next day, when Kitahara woke up, it was already daylight. He was very hard, probably because of what happened last night. After getting drunk, he only remembered that Asuka had a great figure and soft lips. He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and kept thinking about why she kissed him.

Coincidentally, there was a pair of silk shorts on the sofa. Kitahara picked them up as if possessed and sniffed them—they had been washed and smelled very nice, like laundry detergent. Kitahara imagined what Asuka would look like wearing them.

She has a voluptuous figure, so her clothes look very full and bulge out.

Who knows, who knows, Asuka might kiss him while wearing this, and then he gently takes it off for her. Kitahara thought about it for a moment, then found it ridiculous. This woman thinks too highly of herself; she probably wouldn't do such a thing.

Just then, Asuka also came out of the room, her hair limp and looking very lazy. She looked over and saw Kitahara holding her shorts in his hand, holding up his belt and standing still.

Her eyes widened, and she stammered, "What are you doing?"

Kitahara shuddered, knowing deep down that he was doomed, but pretended to be nonchalant: "Look, what can you do? You put it here for people to see, didn't you?"

Asahi Kaori, feeling incredibly dry, rushed over and snatched the shorts from him, spitting out a light "You pervert!"

She went back into the room to get a towel and threw it haphazardly at him: "Cover yourself up, you shameless little rascal."

After that, she glared at Kitahara and said nothing more.

Kitahara covered it up, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Feeling a little embarrassed, he went to explain to Asuka, stopping her from washing up: "This is understandable."

"What do you mean 'excusable'? It's clearly lust-driven!"

Asuka got angry and pushed Kitahara: "Go away, get out! You little pervert, you heartless maggot, you ungrateful bastard!"

Kitahara apologized repeatedly: "I was really wrong about this."

"You knew something was wrong, so why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I woke up very early this morning and couldn't control myself."

Asuka glanced at him, noticing his still-erect penis, blushed, and shoved Kitahara out the door: "You should reflect on your actions!"

then.

Kitahara went to face the wall in repentance and wrote a self-criticism. Asuka glanced at it as she passed by, and laughed when she saw the first line: "I am guilty, I shouldn't have gone to bed early."

She said, "These characters are crooked and ugly. Rewrite them."

Kitahara had no choice but to take out another notebook and start writing seriously. Asuka, in a good mood, supervised him from the side.

Asuka, oblivious to her own charm, was still wearing a sky-blue tank top, exuding elegance and giving off a mature woman vibe. She got up in the morning to jump rope, seemingly on purpose, right there in the living room.

With her back to Kitahara, she hopped and skipped, her round bottom bouncing up and down.

Kitahara stared at him honestly, then Asuka glared at him: "Pervert, add five thousand words."

He then looked away.

After a while, Asuka leaned closer, staring at the vulgar thing as if curious or probing.

She asked, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Kitahara didn't want to talk about this, so he asked, "Did you kiss me last night?"

Asuka glared at him: "You're dreaming! Nobody would ever kiss you!"

“I saw it. You came out of the house in the middle of the night and kissed me twice,” Kitahara insisted, convinced he hadn’t misread it.

Asuka raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Save your breath, you drunkard."

"Absolutely."

"Then why would I kiss you?" Asuka chuckled. "Does it mean I like you? Don't be so self-conscious, okay?"

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Kitahara fell silent, beginning to wonder if he had remembered it wrong.

He noticed that Asuka's favorability rating was very high, over sixty, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

Then my stomach started churning, and I went to the bathroom to vomit for a while.

It was during this time that Asuka went to change her clothes.

After vomiting, Kitahara changed into tight-fitting jeans that accentuated her legs, carried a small cool-toned bag, and applied light makeup, including eyeliner. Overall, she looked very delicate, like a math teacher.

"I'm going out. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you."

"I'll leave at noon."

"Stay here, I'll treat you to dinner."

Kitahara responded, and Asuka left. He staggered next door, rang the doorbell, and then heard footsteps. Sayuri opened the door and looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "What are you doing here?"

"Let me in first."

"Hmm, there's a smell of alcohol. Where did it go?" Sayuri frowned, like a wife of many years. She changed Kitahara's clothes, helped him to the sofa, and then went to make ginseng soup. Kitahara recounted his experience from last night, but omitted the part about Asuka.

Then he looked at Sayuri. Sayuri was dressed very formally, in a milky white tracksuit, her hair tied up on her left shoulder, her breasts hidden under the tracksuit. She was a very traditional wife, gentle and considerate.

He couldn't resist after just one glance and went up to kiss Sayuri. She was a little surprised but didn't resist. She just stroked his back with both hands, as if to soothe Kitahara's pain.

Little Lily's gentle lips parted: "Shall we start? Or take a break?"

"Go to the bedroom."

Kitahara pulled her into the bedroom and kissed her haphazardly. He noticed that Sayuri was wearing a sports bra underneath and reached out to pull it off. Sayuri gently stroked his head.

Kitahara ate a few bites, feeling satisfied, as if he had vented all the anger he had suffered at Asuka's hands.

Little Lily tilted her head up curiously and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay. Have you packed your luggage?"

"I was still getting ready, packing up my swimsuit, and then you showed up," Xiaobaihe said with a hint of teasing. "Do you want to see my swimsuit? It's a really nice one, I love it."

"I saw it."

Kitahara got up with great interest. When Sayuri saw that his waistband was bulging, she blushed and muttered, "He probably has ulterior motives."

"So what?"

"Tsk, so what? Just don't get it dirty if you look at it."

Sayuri got up, swaying her plump hips as she went to change. Kitahara watched her take off her clothes and put on a bright yellow one-piece swimsuit, which made her look like a flower. He praised, "Beautiful."

"Right? Asuka and I bought it together. She even said I have a good figure, and that other clothes would look gaudy and vulgar, but this one makes me stand out," Sayuri laughed.

Kitahara nodded, completely agreeing with her, but Sayuri then blinked her bright eyes and smiled, "But I also bought other things."

"how is it like?"

"Take a look, but there's a fee," she said playfully.

"I'll give it to you."

Kitahara was very curious. He was willing to do anything, let alone charge her. Sayuri smiled and went to the bathroom to change. She seemed to have taken a shower during that time. When she came back, she smelled wonderful. She was wearing a bikini with the slit up to her hips, revealing her pubic hair, which looked like it was covered in bandages.

Kitahara was stunned. When he came to his senses, Sayuri approached, squatted down in front of him, and said with a grin, "How was it?"

"great!"

Kitahara gave a thumbs up, then his jealousy flared up again. He put his arm around Sayuri's waist and said seriously, "But you can't wear it for others to see, or I'll get jealous."

"You were already seen naked that night." Little Lily had also become mischievous, smiling brightly: "What should we do? Are you angry?"

Kitahara wasn't fooled: "Let's see who went first."

"Asuka."

"That's okay."

"But she even touched me, which was really excessive."

Kitahara was already imagining this scene and couldn't contain himself. He said, "It's okay, I'll help you get revenge later."

"How will you retaliate?"

Kitahara fell silent, rolled over and pinned Sayuri down, and the latter cooperated by opening her bikini.

And so the two began. Sayuri was completely absorbed, her face softening with tenderness as she held Kitahara tightly.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and if it were only this once, he would certainly not be satisfied. But Xiaobaihe was very considerate. She kissed him gently and whispered, "I'll cook first. You can come after you've rested."

With that, she went to the bathroom, dried herself off with paper, and then went to the kitchen.

After resting, Kitahara didn't even change his clothes before going straight out. He pinned Sayuri down on the cutting board and went at it hard, making her scream until she collapsed on the ground. Only then did he take a sip of water and prepare for the next round.

At noon, after a hurried lunch, Kitahara didn't wait long before tearing off Sayuri's apron and placing it on the table.

The table creaked, and leaves drifted past the window—summer leaves, very hot and dry. Cicadas chirped incessantly until the two of them were drenched in sweat. Then the doorbell rang, ringing like an angry bell.

The person outside seemed to be in a bad mood.

When Sayuri saw it, she panicked: "Oh no, it's Asuka!"

Kitahara quickly changed his clothes, tidied his desk, and then opened the door to let Asuka in. The dignified female teacher looked at him coldly as soon as she opened the door, then pushed Kitahara aside and walked in: "What have you been doing for so long?"

"Let's talk about literature."

"Fuck you!"

(End of this chapter)