Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 180 Goddess Under the Moon
Kitahara and Yoshimizu were chatting when they started playing cards, but not for money, they played push-ups. After a while, Yoshimizu lost badly, so he put down his cards and said, "Everyone comes into this world to suffer. I have sin flowing through my veins, and I need to wash it away with good deeds."

"Damn it, let's do some push-ups first," Kitahara said.

“Gambling is the root of all evil, I won’t bother with you.” Ji Shui said, and stood up, but was pressed down by the onlookers who wanted to grind the pillar. He panicked and quickly said, “Put it down, put it down quickly! The onlookers should keep quiet!”

"What utter nonsense about 'the onlooker keeps quiet'? Go ahead and ramble on!"

Kitahara gave him a lecture, after which Yoshimizu rubbed his butt and said, "This is boring. I'm going to read a book now. Let you gamblers feel guilty!"

So he started flipping through "Norwegian Wood," turning a page every now and then and muttering to himself, "Truly a literary master, the meaning is profound."

Kitahara went over to take a look and saw that Naoko had stayed overnight at Watanabe's house, and the description of that activity was very detailed, so he rolled his eyes.

Lights out at night.

The group turned on a small lamp and began discussing their love lives—this is often the starting point of a conversation, after which things would get chaotic, ranging from military affairs to politics, anything and everything.

In short.

Yoshimizu really wanted to talk about women, so he let him do as he pleased. He propped himself up on the pillow with both hands and said, "I've made plans with Kotori to watch the fireworks tomorrow. You guys have some ideas."

So, the other two strategists, who had never been in a relationship, started giving bad advice. One said to kiss as soon as you meet and not worry about anything else, while the other said to write love letters, memorize them, and then find a nice place to recite them.

Is that right? Kitahara doesn't know.

He was drowsy and extremely bored, just waiting for them to fall asleep so he could go find Asuka. But he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, the air conditioner's outdoor unit was humming, and a layer of dew was dripping from the window. Beiyuan, still half asleep, heard footsteps beside him. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of clean and pretty little feet with painted toenails.

The immortal descended on the moon, that's what he thought of himself, but the immortal had a terrible temper. She said, "Beiyuan, you bastard, you son of a bitch!"

"This immortal has a rather foul mouth," Bei Yuan thought to himself, then looked up and saw a few rays of moonlight shining in through the window, where he saw a figure resembling the moon god.

The woman changed into a white cotton dress, her whole body was clean, her black hair was still damp, and her clear eyes sparkled.

He said, "It's gorgeous!"

"You big dummy, come out here!"

So Kitahara perked up and went inside. Asuka slammed the door shut, her expression sour, and stared at Kitahara for a long time before saying, "I've been waiting for you for three hours. Look at the time."

Kitahara thought to himself, "This is bad," but he couldn't admit his mistake, as confessing now would be troublesome. So he began to explain, "These people haven't gone to sleep yet, and I can't find an excuse. Since you're already out here, don't stand in the corridor. It's not good if someone sees you."

"Alright then." Asuka left in a hurry, her movements were exaggerated, and she seemed to be in a very hot mood.

Kitahara followed behind, admiring her beautiful little feet and her long, jet-black hair, which rose and fell with her steps, truly a work of art.

The two then went up to the top floor.

As soon as Asuka pushed the door open, Kitahara exclaimed, "What a nice place."

The place has floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, which are wide open at the moment, overlooking the beach under the moonlight. The tide is surging in, lapping against the shore and creating white foam. The scene is quite beautiful.

Kitahara went up to look, and became so engrossed in watching that Asuka felt relieved when she saw him come in, so she locked the door from the inside and went to pour tea.

She hid her displeasure at this moment, and smiled slyly, like a fox, very cunning. She scooped up the tea and handed it to Kitahara, then said, "Isn't this place beautiful?"

"It looks good."

"Then how about you come to my place tonight?"

"Nature is wonderful."

Asuka clapped her hands. "That's right. To be honest, I actually have something to say, and this will settle the matter."

"Go ahead." Kitahara took the tea. This woman even thoughtfully said she was worried about him getting burned, just like a vixen. Her expression was incredibly alluring.

Kitahara took a sip. The tea was good, the scenery was beautiful, and the woman was very pretty. He felt this was the second happiest time in his life—the first was when he was in junior high school, working part-time while studying to get into a good high school.

So Asuka sat down next to him. Her posture was also very particular. She sat with her legs together, her dazzling white legs pressed tightly together, a shape that only a virgin could have.

She said, "I'm practically your friend now, aren't I?"

"Of course."

"No matter what we do, it can all be described as friendship and loyalty. As the TV shows and comics clearly show, friendship is the most important thing!"

“This is it.” Kitahara agreed.

"As long as you are my friend, even if you are utterly wicked and unforgivable by heaven and earth, I will stand by your side." Asuka said this with great passion.

Kitahara nodded, deeply moved. "Tell me," he said, "I'd go through fire and water for you." Asuka, with her foxy eyes, lowered her voice and said, "It's like this, I'm in my twenties and I've never experienced anything between a man and a woman. I'm really not satisfied."

Kitahara fell silent, twitching his ears as if he'd misheard. He looked at her, only to find the woman looking at him pitifully, saying repeatedly, "Don't forget our great friendship!"

Kitahara was speechless. He took a deep breath and felt that this person was utterly shameless. He said, "I've fallen for your trick."

"Does that mean you agree?" Asuka's eyes lit up, and her lovely eyebrows lifted. She said, "Okay, I'll go close the window. You sit here and don't move."

She jumped up, as cheerful as an elf, half-drawn the curtains, and then sat back down on Kitahara.

Kitahara's body was tense.

He could feel a soft body hanging on him, those legs were incredibly slippery, and there was a tightness in his chest. But none of that mattered as much as Asuka's eyes, those charming and affectionate eyes.

He said, "You know, Xiaobaihe and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, and you and Xiaobaihe are also friends."

"Friends plus friends, that's great!" Asuka said cheerfully.

"Your values ​​are wrong."

"But you agreed."

"I didn't say that."

Asuka stood there stunned, then suddenly snorted and laughed, "So what? You're here tonight, so don't even think about leaving. No one can stop this young lady from doing what she wants!"

Kitahara pushed her, but Asuka tilted her head back and let him touch her. In the end, he grabbed the peach, and her face turned red. She laughed and said, "Hehe."

Kitahara released her hand, grabbed her waist instead, and lifted Asuka up in his arms, carrying her to the other side of the bed.

Asuka let out a soft "Ah," then chuckled and snuggled into his arms. But Kitahara put her on the bed and turned to leave. Asuka quickly grabbed him, asking, "Where are you going?"

"gone back."

Kitahara said with a stern face that he had to keep a straight face, because if he relaxed even a little, he would do something wrong.

Other women don't matter. Women like "green tea b*tch" are just tools, dispensable. Xiaobaihe would never know that, and even if she did, she could just throw them away.

But the second young lady is different.

These two are best friends. If Lily really found out, she'd probably cry her eyes out.

Asuka got angry too, opened the door, and said, "Go away, go ahead and leave if you dare! If you leave tonight, see if I'll talk to you again!"

Her eyes reddened, and she felt she had completely forgotten about girlish shyness. But this blockhead was still oblivious to the situation, and tears streamed down her face, glistening as they ran down her cheeks.

Kitahara was at a loss, so he stood there and closed the door first, then asked, "Tell me honestly, do you like me?"

"Who would like someone like you!" Asuka pouted.

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Tsundere has retired.

Kitahara knew she wasn't telling him what she really meant, but he was still a little puzzled: "You know about my relationship with Sayuri, so why did you do this?"

"I am willing!"

Asuka is a bit unconventional; she doesn't care about logic. She just likes what she likes, and she glared at him, saying, "If you can't accept it, then leave. I won't bother you anymore."

"At worst, I'll just have a good cry."

"I'm leaving."

Kitahara was relieved to see her agree so readily, but as soon as he opened the door, Asuka panicked and grabbed him, yelling, "Waaah, are you really that heartless? Are you even human?"

This feeling of exhilaration is all an act!

Kitahara was a little unsure what to do; this woman was like a leech: "So what do you want me to do?"

"kiss Me."

"You'll let me go if you kiss me?"

"Kiss first, then we'll talk!"

As she spoke, she lunged forward, opening her cherry-like mouth as if to devour someone.

(End of this chapter)