Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 194 Tool Man

Kitahara returned to Tokyo from Kyoto.

After driving home from the airport, I slept in my room until evening.

Outside the window, the clouds are edged with pale gold, and the sun is setting.

There was a sound outside the door.

He got out of bed, pushed open the door, and went out. Hanaya Seiko was sitting in the living room having a meeting. Although she was working from home, she was still dressed neatly.

Kitahara didn't disturb him, found a corner to lie down in, and took out his laptop to watch discs.

Gold prices continue to fluctuate.

The Curry Country has begun closing dams, the situation is unstable, and there have been minor clashes between the two sides.

Some experts suggest: "Continue to hold positions; the short-term outlook is bullish."

There's also a group whose left and right brains are working in tandem: "Run! It'll be too late if you don't run now!"

"The person upstairs is an idiot."

"top."

The forum was filled with insults, but the consensus was that gold was bullish.

Kitahara treated this as mere entertainment, then checked the news in his spare time, as news is an important way to understand the world. Today, he found an opportunity: a small-scale flu outbreak had occurred in a small town in the United States, and it was spreading at an alarming rate.

It is clear that in another month or two, it will spread throughout the world.

"We can now operate at full capacity."

"Prepare well before it arrives."

The demand for face masks will fluctuate several times.

Once people realize that ordinary products are useless, they will choose those under Kitahara's umbrella, which is undoubtedly a huge business opportunity, especially in a country dominated by capital.

Before that, there is still much to be done.

Kitahara contacted Miyoko Nakamura to inquire about the contract progress and asked her to prepare a plan to maximize production capacity this month.

Simultaneously.

Ask Miyoko Nakamura to go to Sayuri's mother's house to deliver the gift that she was unable to give in person.

Yesterday was a tiring day, and all of that was put into the woman's belly.

"Boss, isn't this making things difficult for us?" Miyoko Nakamura complained bitterly.

I just arrived in Kyoto and haven't even had a few days to relax before I have to start working overtime.

If it weren't for her having so many holidays.

Who can bear it?

"Good luck, I'll come see you in a few days." Kitahara showed no sympathy whatsoever, casually assigning the task before hanging up the phone.

This attitude of simply walking away infuriated Miyoko Nakamura.

After hanging up the phone, he cursed Kitahara for being heartless.

Half an hour later, Hanaya Seiko returned from her meeting. She sat down next to Kitahara, her black stockings rubbing against his leg.

The texture is very good.

Hanaya Seiko has a tall and alluring figure, and she's wearing black stockings, which accentuate the marks on her voluptuous legs.

Kitahara couldn't help but touch it: "Are you done with work?"

"Okay, which woman were you talking to on the phone just now?" Hanaya Seiko asked.

"My subordinate, my assistant."

"is it beautiful?"

Kitahara smiled and put his arm around her waist. His purpose was clear: "What would I, someone who isn't pretty, be doing here?"

Hanaya Seiko rolled her eyes: "Your vision is always so low. Having many women is only good in bed. If she's cunning and sets a trap for you, you'll be in big trouble."

"Isn't it because you're here?" Kitahara pretended to be indifferent, but he was actually on guard.

but.

The current priority is to ease my god-sister's jealousy.

So he hugged Hanaya Seiko, took the initiative to kiss her, and put one hand inside her clothes.

"Hmm, not here."

Hanaya Seiko tilted her head slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, and patted his shoulder softly: "I have things to do tonight, don't tear your stockings."

"understood."

Kitahara carried Hanaya Seiko into the room in a princess carry, then threw her onto the bed.

Hanaya Seiko, lying on the bed, exuded a captivating and alluring charm.

It complemented her noble face.

His desire surged, and Kitahara grabbed her buttocks, then removed the queen's black stockings, revealing her pink lace-trimmed panties.

after that.

The bed began to shake. Hanaya Seiko's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her cheeks flushed.

Occasionally, she would open her eyes and look at Kitahara, who was engrossed in his work, her gaze filled with tenderness.

The battle is over.

"Well"

The Queen was panting, sweat dripping down her shoulders. She looked down, took out a tissue to wipe herself, and frowned slightly, wondering if she should take her medicine.

but.

Thinking of his family urging him to hurry up, he shook his head and gave up, then turned and went into the bathroom.

She didn't close the door when she took a shower.

Through a semi-transparent gauze window, Kitahara saw that beautiful figure that he couldn't help but yearn for.

After Hanaya finished washing up and came out, she looked at Kitahara resting on the bed and said gently:
"I have some things to take care of these next few days, so I can't be with you for the time being."

"Then what are you doing here today?"

"You're back, aren't you? I happen to have this need, so I'll use it." Hanaya Seiko was very straightforward and didn't hide her desire.

Sex is a basic need that both men and women have.

“Then you have to pay me after you use it, since it’s physical labor after all,” Kitahara said with a smile.

Hanaya Seiko smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him: "I brought you a gift when I got back from my business trip."

pm: 18:30
Bunkyo District.

Kitahara drove to the entrance of the teachers' apartment building, where the second young lady was already prepared and waiting at the door.

Asuka Takasaka is wearing a formal outfit today, a black suit skirt similar to a teacher's uniform, black stockings, and a white short-sleeved top made of a very soft material.

Before Kitahara arrived.

She waited quietly at the intersection. Perhaps it was her outstanding temperament, but she also looked very noble, so the young men did not dare to approach her. Only a few middle-aged men with some spare money dared to talk to her.

"boarding."

Kitahara beeped twice, startling Asuka who was being harassed.

She put down her phone, politely apologized to the person who had approached her, then opened the door of the Kitahara Maserati and got in.

"It's my car, but I've only driven it for a few days," Asuka complained.

"Teacher Gao doesn't usually go out. Besides, I'm the one who usually pays for gas and maintenance."

"Don't call me teacher. When we get there, just call me Asuka."

Asuka Takasaka offered her earnest advice, and Kitahara casually agreed, stepping on the gas and driving into the metropolis at night.

The night is getting darker.

Kitahara opened the window, and the evening breeze blew in from outside. He was greeted by dazzling neon lights, a vibrant and enchanting scene.

Asuka Takasaka silently gazed at the scenery outside the window, occasionally glancing at the person beside her.

It's been over a month since I returned from my trip.

However, their relationship seemed to remain unchanged from before that incident, as if his words had no effect on Kitahara.

What exactly is he thinking?

Asuka murmured to herself.

Accept Asuka without making Sayuri uncomfortable.

Kitahara's thinking was very simple: if Asuka took the initiative to come to him, he would definitely not let her go.

However, Xiaobaihe's opinion was also taken seriously.

Torn between these options, Kitahara had no better solution for the time being, so he decided to leave Asuka alone and wait for the right opportunity.

The car soon arrived at Gao Ban Youxiang's home.

This is an upscale neighborhood; reportedly, a single unit can be six or seven hundred square meters. It's located in Nerima Ward, and there's a golf course not far away.

Yuuka Takasaka lives alone in a large apartment; I wonder if she ever feels lonely.

I'd rather move in myself.

Looking at the large apartment in front of him, Kitahara was undoubtedly a little envious, but unfortunately he didn't have enough money, otherwise he would have definitely bought one.

Buying a house in Japan.

In the short term, it's a losing business. Japan levies property tax on houses every year, so buying too many houses and not renting them out is a losing proposition.

"Come with me."

Asuka Takasaka, wearing high heels and with her hair pulled back, slightly raised her hand.

Kitahara hooked his arm around hers and led her into the wealthy neighborhood.

Asuka used her face to her advantage until she arrived at Yuuka Takasaka's house by elevator, where a ding-dong sound came from inside.

"coming."

A mature and beautiful voice came from behind the door.

(End of this chapter)