Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 190: Love grows over time
The meal was very enjoyable, and Kitahara and Asuka got along very well.

Just as they were parting, Asuka called him back and said, "Come to my house for dinner this weekend, my sister wants to meet you."

Done.

Then he went home with Xiaobaihe.

elder sister?

Kitahara recalled Asuka's older sister, the female CEO, who was in her thirties, a highly sought-after age, yet remained single.

It's perfect to find him.

I also happen to have something to discuss with this female CEO.

Nowadays, Kitahara no longer cares much about status. He firmly believes that one day he will climb to that position. After wandering around outside for a while, Kitahara drove to Hanaya Seiko's villa in the evening.

The female lawyer was away on a business trip for the past few days and gave him the key. Kitahara thought it was close by, so he simply stayed there.

This is a villa located in the bustling area of ​​Shinjuku, very close to the company. Kitahara opened the door with his key, randomly picked a room, and seeing that it belonged to Hanaya Seiko, simply decided to stay there.

midnight.

Exhausted, Hanaya Seiko drove back from Narita Airport. She had just finished a case and planned to get home and rest.

Turn on the lights.

After taking her clothes to the bathroom, Hanaya Seiko turned on the shower and rinsed her alluring body.

She was just the right age, twenty-six, with a pert bottom. The area covered by the bath towel stood proudly, and water slid down her beautiful waist, making her look incredibly fresh and radiant.

outside.

Kitahara was woken up by the sound of running water. He checked the time and it was 1 a.m. He got up, opened the bathroom door, and turned on the water.

"what!!!"

Hanaya Seiko was startled, clutching her chest and staring in astonishment at Kitahara who had suddenly appeared. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for a place to sleep, and your house happened to be nearby, so I came." Bei Yuan explained concisely, then his gaze shifted and landed on the alluring, snow-white body of Hanaya Seiko.

Hanaya Seiko, seeing him staring at her, was furious and pushed him out, saying, "Get out! I'm taking a bath! Don't come in!"

A woman's sense of shame is often inexplicable.

Kitahara pondered for a moment, then began rummaging through drawers in search of a protective umbrella. He didn't really want to go out at this hour, but he couldn't find it after a long time.

"I don't have that thing here." Hanaya Seiko came out of the bathroom with a cold face, clearly in a bad mood.

Anyone who comes home to a shock after a long day wouldn't be in a good mood.

"Then go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

Kitahara pulled his god-sister into the quilt, and Hanaya Seiko's breathing quickened slightly as she clung tightly to her clothes.

She was wearing a bra, but it was a traditional one. Kitahara disliked the feel of it and ripped it off.

"What are you doing!" Hanaya Seiko was furious again.

"sleep."

Kitahara finally breathed a sigh of relief when he dribbled with his right hand.

Sure enough, without this sleep aid, it felt like something was missing.

Seeing that he made no further move, Hanaya Seiko acquiesced, raised a long, slender arm, and casually turned off the light.

If the people in the law firm knew that their esteemed president had been played with like this by a man, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

the next day.

Kitahara opened his eyes and found Hanaya Seiko had snuggled into his arms at some point. This position was actually quite tiring, but seeing how soundly she was sleeping, he could probably accept it.

With nothing to do in the morning, he would look at healthcare stocks.

Money. Keep earning it until you have the means to build a harem and feed all the women in it.

Then I'll find some time to go abroad and get married in a country where polygamy is practiced.

After looking around for a while, Kitahara finally decided on the branch next door. This could be considered an information advantage, as he was reborn and had a clearer understanding of the development of the branch next door, which would make rapid progress in the future.

While observing the market trends, Kitahara also occasionally attacked Hanaya's weaknesses.

Hanaya Seiko let out a soft moan, feeling a slight itch. Opening her eyes, she saw Kitahara's restless hands. She pursed her lips, revealing the arrogance of a wealthy heiress: "Are you using me as a sex toy?"

"How could that be? My god-sister is so cute, I can't possibly spoil her enough."

"Stop with the sweet talk, I'm not buying it," Hanaya Seiko said coldly, but then softened her tone: "I can give you a child, but you'll have to pay a price."

Hanaya Seiko was raised by her family, so her marriage was not something to be rushed. For her, Kitahara was a good choice, but that didn't mean she couldn't live without him.

Kitahara paused, met Hanaya Seiko's gaze, and suddenly lowered his head to kiss her, kissing her until she was breathless before raising his head and saying, "I have no intention of creating a zaibatsu."

Kitahara could join forces with Hanaya Seiko, then make a fortune to achieve upward social mobility and eventually become a zaibatsu (financial conglomerate).

But he didn't forget that before the system came, he was just a hardworking employee. He wouldn't exploit people, and he couldn't care less about what others did; he would only take care of himself.

"Stop pretending to be high and mighty. Don't you want our children to have a more comfortable life?" Hanaya Seiko said, her eyes softening.

Clearly, if she has children, she will spoil them just like her own parents would; this is a tradition.

“So I’m working hard to make money now,” Kitahara said, suddenly grabbing his hand tightly.

Hanaya Seiko cried out in pain, but before she could complain, Kitahara pinned her down. For a moment, she was both coquettish and angry, but then she quickly turned to begging for mercy.

After finishing his morning exercise, Kitahara changed his clothes and prepared to go out, intending to find a good doctor to treat him to.

Incidentally, we also need to stockpile supplies.

Hanaya Seiko's clothes were half-undone, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders. Her eyes were somewhat languid, and her cheeks still held the lingering afterglow of the previous encounter.

"Are you coming back at noon?" She got out of bed, wearing only a glamorous nightgown, the semi-transparent fabric perfectly showcasing her beautiful figure.

"We'll see. If I have time after I finish my business, I'll come back. Aren't you going to the law firm?" Kitahara stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his tie.

"If you come, I won't go."

Hanaya Seiko smiled alluringly, pressed close to Kitahara, and whispered softly.

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Every woman is like this; she needs to speed up her physical exercise routine, otherwise she'll have to resort to medication.

Kitahara was speechless for a moment, then heard Hanaya Seiko say, "Don't move, I'll tie your tie."

As she spoke, she gracefully lowered her head and carefully tended to her appearance.

When Kitahara looked down, he saw her nightgown billowing up, its pink undergarments noticeably more swollen than the night before, a result of the forceful eating he had just done.

"Alright, let's go." Hanaya Seiko patted her, quite satisfied. Then, noticing Kitahara staring at her, she said with interest, "I wouldn't mind starting another game, but do you have the time?"

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Kitahara sighed. Indeed, there was no such thing. Although women smelled wonderful, business still needed to be taken care of.

If you get sick and have no supplies when you need them, that would be a real problem.

"I'm going out now, I'll come back to see you at noon."

"Walk slowly."

Hanaya Seiko leaned against the threshold, her eyebrows arched, a gentle expression on her noble face.

obviously.

This is a case of feelings developing over time.

(End of this chapter)