Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 187 Night
Kitahara was invited into the house.

Just as he had expected, having a car that signified status meant receiving different treatment.

He entered the house and looked around. It was a very old-fashioned detached house with a faint smell of salted fish inside, a smell reminiscent of the Showa era.

Sato Mayuko awkwardly introduced him, telling him that this was Sayuri's younger brother, and that she was their mother, and that she was very happy to welcome him. Kitahara listened attentively, occasionally making a few casual remarks, praising how well-organized the house was. At these times, Sato Mayuko would show a proud expression.

"Have you eaten yet? Kitahara-kun, please have something to eat." She greeted him warmly.

"I ate something on the way here. I have some things to do this afternoon, so I'll come back later."

"Is it sales? What does Kitahara-kun do?"

"I started an investment company."

Kitahara didn't bring any luxury items—no watches, perfumes, or clothes—nothing that signifies status.

But no one doubted his abilities.

The car parked at the door isn't made of paper.

Sato Mayuko exclaimed, then whispered, "An investment company? They must be very wealthy, right?"

"mom!"

Sayuri said with dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't matter, having money is a good thing. It's a good thing." Sato Mayuko didn't care about anything else and became even more enthusiastic.

natural.

Kitahara didn't mind the enthusiasm and went to the back of the car to get the gifts, all of which were bought in Tokyo.

At the time, I didn't think it was necessary to buy too many.

But now that I think about it, it actually makes a lot of sense.

then.

The neighbors witnessed this scene: the two boys from the Sato family were carrying things out of a car that looked very expensive.

The items in those exquisitely packaged gift boxes looked very expensive.

"Has this meant they struck it rich?"

That's not her daughter.

In Kyoto, a 'rural-urban fringe' area, the older women are naturally a bit more assertive and don't care about others; they just start discussing things without any regard for others.

When Sato's two younger brothers heard this, instead of being embarrassed, they stood up straight and began calling Kitahara "brother-in-law".

"Brother-in-law, do you play baseball?"

"Brother-in-law, I want to go to Tokyo."

Kitahara didn't mind and chatted with them with a smile, while Sayuri was too shy to speak. She pulled her mother behind her and complained in a low voice, "These things are still uncertain, don't call people out randomly."

"Sooner or later, sooner or later," Mayuko Sato said with a smile.

She was very satisfied with Kitahara; he was tall and handsome, looked very young, and most importantly, he was capable.

Who doesn't like a talented young person?

Seeing that her persuasion was ineffective, Sayuri Sato stopped talking.

after awhile.

Kitahara was then dragged out fishing by his two brothers-in-law.

These two are very simple and honest, unlike Hikaru from Tokyo. They are still country boys, full of enthusiasm.

Sitting by the small lake, a light rain was falling.

The three of them set up a rain shelter and started playing golf there. During this time, Sayuri came over and walked up to Kitahara, saying, "Mom said she saved you a guest room, which is where I used to stay."

I might not be back tonight.

Where is my brother-in-law going?

"Meet a client."

"Can you take me with you?" The two brothers-in-law got excited and clamored to go.

But Xiaobaihe immediately straightened her face: "Nonsense, your brother-in-law isn't going out to play! Don't talk nonsense!"

Kitahara smiled, put his arm around her, and embraced the slender waist of the cool beauty.

The latter parted her lips slightly, her face flushed, and pushed him away, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Give me a hug. We're all family anyway, what's the big deal?" Kitahara's hands were well-behaved and didn't move around. Sayuri hummed in agreement, her plump buttocks sitting on his lap, one hand on his shoulder.

The brother-in-law cast a teasing glance, but it was all deterred by Xiaobaihe's murderous glare.

Life in Kyoto is indeed very pleasant.

Kitahara held his girlfriend, whose body was limp, and felt that this feeling was very good.

I didn't catch many fish that afternoon, but I chatted with Xiaobaihe quite a bit. When the sun went down, I packed up and went home.

Kitahara had an appointment to meet someone, so he wouldn't eat here. In front of his family, he kissed Sayuri softly and then she escorted him to the door.

I'm going out.

"Come back soon."

Sayuri was a little reluctant to leave, watching Kitahara walk away. Only after the car roared off and drove out of the street did she turn back to face her family's questions.

First, Sato Mayuko asked, "Where did you get this from?"

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Xiaobaihe blushed: "How can you call that a lie? That's too much!"

“But your brother-in-law looks so young, he doesn’t match your sister at all! You’ve found a rich second-generation heir!” Ah Xiu teased.

"Well"

Sayuri fell silent, a little frightened. Unexpectedly, Sato Mayuko glared at her son: "What's wrong with finding a rich second-generation? As long as you like him, that's fine. Let me tell you, this guy definitely has eyes for you. Just the gift he gave you today is worth a fortune."

"Measure feelings by gifts," Xiaobai sighed. Her mother was good in every other way, but she valued money too much.

"So what? They gave it anyway. Does giving more mean it's wrong?" Sato Mayuko spouted her outrageous remarks again. Having experienced hardship, she valued appearances most in the countryside. Now that she had saved face, she would naturally speak up for Kitahara.

When she went out to buy groceries earlier, she passed by many neighbors, and countless people secretly asked her about it.

Sato Mayuko enjoyed this feeling and immediately said casually, "It's nothing, it's just that my daughter is getting married soon."

Then came the commercial hype.

In short.

Sato Mayuko had a very good impression of Kitahara, and at the dinner table, she subtly and overtly reminded Sayuri that she was getting married.

"There's no rush to get married," Xiaobaihe said, sounding a little guilty.

"You're getting old, it's better to start sooner rather than later."

Sato Mayuko didn't urge them, and her attitude was very cautious, as she was a little worried that things might fall through.

She secretly encouraged her two sons: "Your eldest sister has found a good man. You two should remind her as much as possible. If she gets away with it, it will be a loss for our whole family."

Kitahara was unaware of the Sato family's affairs at the moment.

He was eating at a fairly well-known restaurant on LINE. Sitting across from him was a chubby, cheerful man named 'Kinoshita Yutaka,' a rather difficult name to pronounce. He was a local nouveau riche who had rushed over upon hearing that a troublesome person wanted to take over his business.

"Mr. Kitahara, it is an honor to meet you."

"Mr. Kinoshita."

Kitahara shook hands with him and was then invited into a private room. The matter was to be discussed over drinks, so that both sides could be frank and avoid being scammed.

"Mr. Kitahara is so young, starting a business so early." Kinoshita Yutaka was surprised, looking at Kitahara's face full of collagen with some envy.

“My family encouraged me to do it, and I also made some money, so I kept doing it,” Kitahara shrugged.

"I do not know who your father is."

Kitahara then introduced his uncle by name, and Kinoshita Yutaka responded with an "oh," his attitude becoming more enthusiastic, and his initial suspicion dissipating.

"A promising young man," Kinoshita Yutaka said, raising his glass.

"Where, where."

A knock came at the door of the private room, and a series of women dressed in revealing outfits, with ample breasts and shapely buttocks, entered and began to dance. They were dancing Latin dance, a style that looks hot and alluring, showcasing the woman's figure.

Kitahara glanced at it a few times, his expression unchanged.

This is how middle-aged people play.

Although he didn't particularly like it, he didn't resist it either. He watched the performance with a smile and then put his arm around one of them.

You know what, it’s quite soft.

They have everything they need, and they're very open-minded.

“It’s too late today, let me take care of Mr. Kitahara first, and I’ll take you to see it tomorrow,” said Kinoshita Yutaka.

"It's not a big deal to go now."

"So eager?" A hint of suspicion flashed in Kinoshita Yutaka's eyes. Could it be that this useless factory has some other value?

"Let's keep it strictly business. Once it's done, we'll head back to Tokyo." Kitahara's demeanor was very composed, behaving like a workaholic.

“Mr. Kitahara is a man of true character. In that case, let’s go straight there after we finish eating.”

Kinoshita Yutaka was skeptical, but while he was eating, he secretly contacted someone to check if anything was being sold or what else was being sold in that area.

Kitahara smiled slightly at his expression, not taking it to heart.

Things in the future.

Nobody knows now, and no matter how hard he tries to investigate, it's useless.

Besides, he's not the only one that makes masks; if all else fails, Kitahara can just find someone else.

Eating time.

Kinoshita Yutaka groped her all over, making the woman next to him pant and say repeatedly, "President Kinoshita, stop touching me, let's have a meal."

This made Kinoshita Yutaka laugh out loud. When he turned around, Kitahara was just holding the woman, very politely. Although there was some movement, it was all very proper.

"Mr. Kitahara doesn't seem to be adjusting well? Should we try someone else?"

"This one is fine."

Kitahara wasn't very interested in this kind of entertainment for middle-aged people, so he politely declined. A resentful look came from the side, and the long-legged, black-haired beauty probably thought she wasn't charming enough to attract this young boss.

Meal time passed quickly, and Kitahara didn't dawdle, immediately dragging Kinoshita Yutaka off to conduct an on-site inspection.

Scale is one aspect.

There are also technical requirements; ordinary ones won't meet his needs.

Kinoshita Yutaka's mask factory occupies ten acres, and its laboratory, workshop, and production line are all quite good. Kitahara observed it carefully and was quite satisfied.

However, he wasn't in a hurry, and his expression remained very natural.

When Kinoshita Yutaka asked, he said, "It's very good, Mr. Kinoshita, I like it very much."

However, Kinoshita Yutaka hinted that when it came time to sign the contract, Kitamoto refused, saying, "I need to think about it."

Awaiting price.

On the way home that evening, Kitahara contacted his assistant again, asking her to make appointments with other mask factory owners.

He plans to stay in Kyoto for a few days, spending those days conducting on-site investigations. Once he returns to Tokyo, he will have a report prepared, and then select the best option.

When Kitahara returned to the Sato family.

It was already 7:30. There was a temple fair at this time of year, so there was traffic on the road. When Kitahara got home, he found Sayuri sitting in the living room. She had changed into a white dress, which looked like a palace dress, and her hair was up. She had the air of a mature wife.

"You're back." Sayuri stood up to greet Kitahara when he returned.

"Where are they?"

"We went out to watch the fireworks."

"Why aren't you going?" Kitahara asked curiously.

"Waiting for you."

Sayuri smiled and snuggled up to Kitahara, saying, "You're always working, so I have no reason to go out and play."

This is what a traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) looks like.

Moreover, as time goes on, there will be more and more women like this, which is a result of social influence. Of course, there will also be those who become fathers in high school, living an extraordinary life, but both extremes exist.

Kitahara reached out and stroked her cheek, then lowered his head and kissed Sayuri's lips. Sayuri let out a soft moan, her face flushed slightly, and her body went limp.

When their lips parted, Sayuri gasped, "Not here, they'll hear us when they get back."

"I didn't mean that, I just missed you."

Kitahara said with a smile, and Sayuri responded, sniffed, and smelled the perfume on another woman, but didn't say anything.

That's how it is when you go out for social events.

It would be a lie to say they don't care, but nowadays housewives tacitly accept this situation, as long as their husbands don't cheat.

"I'm going to take a shower, then I'll take you to the temple fair."

"Ah."

Little Lily nodded, somewhat expectant.

The bathroom in the Sato family's house was very small, extremely small, a single room. Kitahara lost all interest in taking a bath, quickly rinsed off, changed into clean clothes, put on slippers, and went out arm in arm with the aloof female teacher.

Under the cover of night, the lanterns glowed red, and the streets were teeming with people.

"I heard there will be fireworks later." Sayuri snuggled close to him, almost melting into Kitahara's body, greedily inhaling his unique scent.

Fireworks? Want to see them?

"It's up to you, but that will be very late."

Kitahara didn't really care, but seeing that Sayuri was looking forward to it, he smiled and agreed.

The girls here seem to really enjoy watching fireworks.

I'll find some time to spend a few million to buy a huge fireworks show for Sayuri to see, so I'll do it when I leave Kyoto.

Kitahara had a plan, and just then he remembered that Sayuri's birthday was coming up soon.

The temple fair was very lively.

The two of them walking together looked like a shy couple who had just started dating.

after an hour.

Kitahara returned home, by which time the Sato family had already returned. Sato Mayuko's room was dark, indicating that she was already asleep.

"Mom has to go to work tomorrow morning, so she'll be going to bed early. Let's keep quiet." Sayuri shushed her, went up the stairs, went back to her room first, and then knocked on Kitahara's door.

Her fair cheeks and long, black hair were bathed in warm yellow light, which added a touch of gentle warmth to the corners of her eyes.

The female teacher stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll sit down for a while."

Kitahara hummed in agreement, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart. The woman he had been embracing at the party earlier had indeed stirred a fire within him.

Little Lily came in, found a bed and sat down, obediently, her plump buttocks pressing against the bed, outlining an alluring curve.

Even if you don't say anything.

Her sitting here is like the strongest liquor.

Kitahara couldn't resist kissing her lips, pressing her down on the bed, causing Sayuri to murmur softly.

In an instant, soft jade was in his arms, and his shirt was unbuttoned.

The inner lining was a light blue lace, which didn't cover her completely.

Below is a pair of pajama pants, very loose, with the pockets not even tied tightly.

A blush crept onto Xiaobaihe's fair cheeks. Her lips were soft, her eyes were dreamy, and she whispered in her ear, "Keep your voice down."

Kitahara swallowed hard and nodded: "Are you alright?"

"perhaps."

Then, her pajama bottoms were removed, revealing her fair skin.

creak creak
A faint, hidden sound echoed far and wide in the night.

(End of this chapter)