Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 178 The Allure of the Moonlit Night

Perhaps because he hadn't caught the fish himself, Kitahara always found the fish meat to taste sour, so Asuka teased him, "Are you jealous? Are you? If you're not convinced, then catch another one if you dare."

Kitahara was sullen, thinking to himself, "What's the big deal? It's just a fish."

He kept thinking about getting the fishing rod, but he was afraid of catching nothing. In the end, he just focused on eating, thinking to himself, "I may not catch any fish, but I'll eat you out of house and home." So he picked out some expensive ingredients, such as seafood and abalone, and had the waiters bring them up.

Asuka covered herself with a white jacket to prevent anyone from seeing her swimsuit. Seeing Kitahara engrossed in eating, she said, "Wait a minute. There will be plenty of food when we get to the island. What's the rush? I've had lobsters prepared."

"Lobster? Lobster is good."

Kitahara nodded, put down his knife and fork, and then pondered her accent: "Why does your voice sound so strange?"

“This is Osaka dialect. I’ve been learning it recently. I especially love learning languages. I also know French. I’m planning to go to France soon, to Paris. Do you want to come?” Asuka said.

"Go, call me and I'll go!"

So Asuka started talking to him about the history of Paris, saying that a revolution had broken out there and the heads of the royal family had been cut off. She said that there were many black people there, and even more pickpockets, so you had to be careful when you went out and hide your bag in your pocket.

She spoke very seriously, as if she really intended to take him to Paris.

Kitahara listened patiently, noticing along the way that the woman was incredibly beautiful, especially in the summer. When she put on a coat to cover her voluptuous figure, she had a kind of shy and alluring charm. Asuka's dignified and elegant face was unmatched when she was serious.

If this woman were to gently call him "darling," he probably wouldn't be able to resist.

To be honest, it's really despicable. With his female friend in front of him, all he could think about was this.

But desire is straightforward; if it exists, it exists. Don't suppress it. Kitahara would rather say something like, "Your breasts are beautiful. How do you maintain them?" than spend the middle of the night thinking about how big and perky her breasts are.

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Asuka opened her mouth, but seeing Kitahara spewing filth, she shut her mouth again and stared at her intently, her gaze lingering on her. She got angry, her face flushed, and slapped him, saying, "You're just talking nonsense! Keep acting up!"

"Huh?" Kitahara was taken aback, not expecting himself to actually say it, and apologized, "It's my fault, please forgive me."

His attitude was still very sincere; he was even prepared to be thrown overboard and swim back to shore. Asuka, seeing this, was helpless. What could she say? She could only laugh and scold him:
"Speaking in such a refined manner, are you preparing for graduate school? Shut up, I'll challenge you when Xiaobaihe comes out."

Then she fell silent again, and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

“Of course, you can say if you’re willing.” Kitahara said, not without curiosity.

"I had someone massage me."

"Oh?"

Kitahara raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Asuka, with a hint of emotion in her voice, smiled and said, "This is too long to explain in detail here. If you want to know, come find me later, and we can talk about it in more depth."

Kitahara gave an "oh" and didn't continue the conversation; those words were a fatal mistake.

Even after arriving on the island, they didn't see Sayuri come out of her room. The two went to check on her, and found that she was seasick, clutching her body and feeling uncomfortable, lying on the deck. So Kitahara got some medicine and fed it to her. Only after she fell asleep did they go play.

Later that evening, there was a bonfire party on the beach, and many locals were setting off fireworks. Kita didn't want to come out, but Asuka dragged him out of the hotel, arguing, "That room was smoky, what's the point?"

"Okay, okay, I'm out now. What should we do?" Kitahara shrugged. He was dressed casually in slippers, while Asuka was much more radiant in a floral print mini-skirt, white sandals, and her fair legs made her look beautiful.

"First, come here."

Asuka, without hesitation, took his hand and said, "There are so many people around, it wouldn't be good if we got separated, so we have to hold hands. Don't we look like siblings?"

"Like a mother and child."

Kitahara was knocked on the head after he finished speaking. Asuka smiled and pretended not to hear, then leaned closer and said, "There's a good exhibition nearby, come with me."

"Okay, but don't get too close, it's too hot." Kitahara awkwardly pulled his hand away. The woman was too close, and her body heat traveled up his arm and into his body, making him feel warm and cozy. Unlike Asuka during the day, who turned into a little cake at night.

First, it's warm; second, it smells good.

His nostrils were filled with Asuka's scent, an elegant fragrance, like orchids, very dignified.

Asuka heard this, put one hand on her hip and said, "Stop talking so much! If you're not feeling well, just bear with it and come with me!"

There was a summer exhibition nearby, but the items were very expensive and a rip-off for tourists. However, Kitahara had plenty of money, so he went and asked for candied apples. The candied apples here were very sweet and warm, and they sparkled beautifully under the lights.

"for you."

"Thanks." Asuka giggled, took the food, and held it in her hands without eating it, just looking at it.

She said, "Is this the first time you've given me something?"

"I also sent a painting before." "That doesn't count."

"Why doesn't it count?"

Asuka fell silent, and Kitahara muttered to himself that she had a grand scheme in mind. If a virgin were in her shoes, he would probably be completely fooled by this wicked woman.

especially.

The warm light of the lantern fell on her fair profile, her fluttering eyelashes and bright eyes moving in unison. Kitahara was certain that no one else could create such a beautiful atmosphere.

"If only she couldn't speak."

"What are you whispering about? Come here and let me show you my fishing skills." Asuka forcefully pulled Kitahara to the stall, adjusting her skirt before squatting down to avoid exposing herself.

This is a small stall selling goldfish, using the kind of mesh netting that tears when wet. The owner looks shifty and obviously isn't a good person.

"Give me money."

"Oh."

Kitahara handed over the money, and Asuka happily broke five nets, then loudly said it was boring and pulled Kitahara away.

Kitahara also wanted to give it a try, but Asuka said, "Are you jealous of my success?"

"What do you mean?"

“If I didn’t catch it, but you did, wouldn’t that make me look like I lost?” Asuka said matter-of-factly.

Therefore, it can be concluded that this woman has a very dark heart, and it is not unreasonable to try to guess her thoughts in any way.

Kitahara followed her up the mountain, where Asuka said they wanted to find the best spot to watch the fireworks.

The mountain wasn't high, just a small hill, but it was surrounded by a Chinese-style courtyard and wooden seats. Asuka, panting heavily from the climb, collapsed onto a chair as soon as she reached the top: "Let me rest."

"There's still half the journey ahead," Kitahara estimated the distance.

"Then carry me on your back."

She naturally stretched out her hand, back to the moonlight, facing the northern plain. He looked down and saw that her arm was like jade, a flawless white jade, flowing with a warm light.

say something.

What to say.

Kitahara wanted to say something witty, but the words wouldn't come out; he simply followed his heart's desire.

So he bent down.

Once his jade-like hand was on his shoulder, he stood up and lifted Asuka's shapely legs.

"Slow down, I'm afraid of heights," Asuka said with a smile, her tone sly and cunning, like a fox.

But Kitahara was too lazy to say anything to her, and just kept walking uphill, looking for the top of the earthen slope.

As the moon shone through the trees, casting ever longer shadows, the world before him transformed from darkness to light, and he reached the mountaintop.

My body feels lighter.

Asuka came down, but without saying thank you, she happily ran forward, shouting "Wow, what beautiful words!"

Kitahara looked up and saw her with her hair down in the moonlight, her floral dress swaying in the wind.

He silently turned his head away again.

One glance is appreciation, a second glance, and then thoughts arise.

This is not good.

I can't let down a pregnant woman.

But the image of Asuka swaying under the moonlight kept replaying in my mind.

"What a torment!"

"What are you muttering to yourself? Come here, it's windy here, it feels really nice." Asuka waved to Kitahara, with a beautiful moon behind her. Kitahara glanced at it and then went over.

It wasn't until they reached the edge of the mountain that an evening breeze, carrying the cool wind of the coastline, blew over. Kitahara wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It feels really comfortable."

(End of this chapter)