Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 214 Choice
In early October, life returned to normal.

That morning, it started raining again, the temperature dropped, and Kitahara flew to Kyoto with a downpour. Sato Sayuri accompanied him. The sky was overcast when the plane took off, and the rain was like fine lines hitting the porthole.

This reminded Sayuri Sato of the first time they met.

It was a rainy day. If I had kept him firmly in my grasp then, perhaps I wouldn't be suffering like this today.

"Just take me with you when you go to Kyoto, it's a waste for you to go."

Behind.

Miyoko Nakamura kept talking, while Seiko Hanaya was munching on potato chips.

"Why so many people?"

These are Kitahara's original words.

"It's good to have more people; it'll keep an eye on things and prevent any surprises," Sato Sayuri said with a smile.

Kitahara thought this was directed at him, so he kept quiet, but actually it wasn't. Sato Sayuri just wanted to improve their relationship. Since being together was an unchangeable fact, she could only try to get along with them.

She wondered what the end of this journey would hold. The female teacher watched the thin lines of rain outside the window, the torrential downpour, and the reflection in the window made her appear ethereal and otherworldly.

The weather turned cold, and it suddenly dropped on the first day of October.

Sato Sayuri changed into a fox fur coat, all white, and playfully wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking elegant and noble. Actually, it wasn't the right time to wear a fox fur coat recently, but Sato Sayuri liked the glances Kitahara was giving her, so she changed into it as soon as possible.

Got off the plane.

Hanaya Seiko walked behind Sato Sayuri, watching her bare legs peeking out from under her fox fur coat, and observing the gentle, radiant beauty of her profile as she turned her head, and she seemed to be moved.

"These clothes suit me perfectly."

She subconsciously smoothed her black hair, feeling that the clothes suited her, but someone else had gotten there first.

Hanaya Seiko is proud and doesn't want to wear the same clothes.

But she felt she should have one to attract cheating boyfriends.

Kitahara went to the company as soon as he landed.

The beginning of each month is a busy time for him, and he may need to sleep on the floor at the company. Sayuri Sato, on the other hand, takes Seiko Hanaya to Arashiyama.

Kyoto has many ancient buildings, some dating back a thousand years, making it a great place to visit.

When two stunningly beautiful women walk together, they don't need to dress up. Simply holding an umbrella and revealing their graceful waistlines, they can captivate passersby.

“I don’t find traveling interesting,” said Hanaya Seiko, yawning boredly. She wanted to go back to Kitahara and urge him to make money.

“I think it’s quite the opposite. I find traveling very interesting. You can meet different people and experience different things.” Sayuri Sato took her hand, and Seiko Hanaya, not quite used to it, stiffened for a moment.

Noticing her dazed expression, Sayuri Sato's beautiful lips curved slightly: "Come walk around with me."

"Then what identity should I assume?" Hanaya Seiko asked a crucial question.

Sato Sayuri seemed oblivious to the implied meaning. After a moment of contemplation, her eyes, hidden behind her gold-rimmed glasses, shimmered with a gentle light: "I have three younger brothers, but no younger sister. You're just the right one. From now on, we'll be sisters."

Hanaya Seiko stared at her, and seeing that Sayuri was just smiling at her gently and calmly, she sighed deeply, "You are different from Qianchuan."

People are all different.

"I hate you more," Hanaya Seiko said without any attempt to hide it.

Sato Sayuri didn't mind, smiling as she admired the flowers. After the rain and wind, the blooming flowers were especially beautiful, standing tall in the wind.

the other side.

Kitahara returned to his loyal office, first listening to the monthly financial reports, then meeting with people—government officials, material suppliers—and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would be completely drunk tonight.

But there were still some unexpected events.

As evening fell, a cool and aloof face appeared in the company, attracting everyone's attention.

Sato Sayuri arrived gracefully, standing tall and elegant, waiting for Kitahara to get off work.

Why don't you go play?

"I had a great time. I went to a lot of interesting places." Sayuri Sato was greeted by Kitahara. When they arrived at the office, she looked down and couldn't help but comment on the decorations: "Tacky, unbearably tacky."

Kitahara remained silent, but Nakamaki Miyoko stormed in angrily: "Is it appropriate for you to say that?"

When Sayuri Sato saw that the person in question had arrived, she didn't say anything, but just smiled with her eyes narrowed.

Miyoko Nakamura described her as a femme fatale, a smiling devil.

“But I have a business dinner tonight,” Kitahara explained.

“You need to be back before this time.” Sayuri Sato gave the Sato family’s traditional curfew time, and seeing Kitahara’s troubled expression, she added, “If it’s really not possible, I’ll go with you.”

"It's possible."

Without the clubhouse element, it should be pretty much the same, since he's the client anyway.

then.

After drinking, Kitahara returned to his new home drunk.

The person who opened the door was Sayuri Sato. She had changed into new clothes, still all in white. The snow-white clothes and snow-white skin made her look even more aloof, but her body curves were so soft and graceful that they made people drool.

"Go take a shower." Sayuri Sato pushed Kitahara away from her embrace.

"hold on."

"If you act cute, someone will see you." Sato Sayuri's clear eyes darted around and she saw Nakamaki Miyoko, who had come out of the room and was looking at her slyly.

The other one was rather arrogant, disdaining to compete for favor, and too lazy to even leave her room.

Hanaya Seiko was taken out for a day by Sato Sayuri.

I was so exhausted that I really didn't want to move.

"Oh my, let's see who it is, all lovey-dovey." Miyoko Nakamaki hadn't even arrived yet, but her sarcastic remarks were already out.

Kitahara felt a little embarrassed, so he let go of Sayuri and went to hug her. Unexpectedly, the strong-willed senior sister lightly touched the ground with her toes and turned around lightly, avoiding his embrace: "I can't stand the smell of alcohol or other women. Please wash up before you come to me."

She's incredibly jealous, and when she gets angry, she can be incredibly cunning.

Sato Sayuri watched Kitahara's embarrassment with a smile; she now particularly enjoyed watching this scene, especially after she had missed work.

"I'll go wash up first."

Kitahara fled as if running away, and only came out after he finished washing up. Finding only the two of them in the living room, he asked, "Where is the Holy Son?"

"I don't know, maybe he's dead," Miyoko Nakamaki said casually. "You know, being a lawyer comes with the risk of being hit by a car and dying."

Kitahara looked at Sayuri Sato, and the female teacher nodded her lips, saying playfully, "You expect to get information about another woman from me?"

She remained gentle and graceful.

He's just a bit cunning, like he's got a black spot in his heart, and he's really scheming.

Kitahara didn't dare leave in front of them, so he sat in the living room and watched the news. Crude oil prices did indeed surge, but he missed it. For the next few days, Kitahara was bedridden at home, unable to move.

He looked as if he had lost billions of yen.

But it doesn't matter. The businessman is still running for office, and for a long time to come, the whole world will be in turmoil because of the election of the president of the world's strongest country.

Kitahara is still betting on Tesla. His attitude is clear: he believes businessmen will come to power. Kosaka Yuuka asked him a few questions about this, but didn't say much.

The people on Wall Street actually supported Deng Xiaoping more.

Japanese conglomerates, including the Kosaka Group, tend to lean towards the Democratic Party to varying degrees.

"Two months left."

"I'll treat this period as a break for myself."

Night fell quickly, perhaps because he returned late. Kitahara stood at the door, hesitant.

The villa has three empty rooms.

Before he arrived, the three of them had already occupied all the rooms, and there was no room for him. If he didn't want to sleep in the bed, the only option was the sofa. But Sato Sayuri was mischievous and deliberately took away the blankets and pillows.

Is he being asked to make a choice?

Inside the room, whispers were also taking place. Sato Sayuri had her hair neatly combed, it was jet black like a waterfall. She sat in front of her dressing table, looking quiet and virtuous. Her phone was on the table, and a video call was playing on it.

"Where do you think he'll go?" Miyoko Nakamaki asked first.

"I don't know, it doesn't matter."

Hanaya Seiko was casual and elegant. She was removing her makeup, and her clear face was completely calm.

Exactly.

She wore a sky-blue halter top, with two thin short lines hooking her upright figure. Her full head of black hair was styled into an elegant updo, flowing naturally down to her graceful waist and hips.

The halter top resembled the sky, a clear, deep blue, while the skin beside it was like snow or moonlight. Her slender waist was bound by this simple halter top, creating a breathtaking curve against the backdrop of her towering mountain ridge.

"You're so beautiful!" Sayuri Sato couldn't help but exclaim. "If I were a man, I would definitely come looking for you."

"Don't laugh at me." Hanaya Seiko smiled faintly, her beauty captivating.

Miyoko Nakamura frowned.

She had to admit that this young lady from a wealthy family really knew how to dress. She looked dignified and elegant, just like a noblewoman. Despite her revealing clothes, she still exuded a sense of purity. In comparison, if she were to wear a suspender dress, she would probably look a bit seductive.

“I bet he won’t go anywhere,” Huagu said.

"What are you gambling?"

"Tomorrow's itinerary: you'll come with me to the beauty salon."

"it is good."

The room quieted down. After about half an hour, the lights went out, and the villa was completely still. You could even hear the sound of rain pattering on the leaves outside the window, and the delicate rustling sound gave you a great sense of security.

Click, the door opened, and tiny footsteps entered the room, so subtle yet so clearly audible.

"I lost," thought Hanaya Seiko.

She looked up and saw Kitahara standing at the door, seemingly hesitant. This affected posture even made Hanaya Seiko a little nervous.

"Aren't you coming in?" she whispered, as if urging him on, or as if she were trying to cover something up.

"I have nowhere to live."

Kitahara said.

"I know, that was the plan from the beginning," Hanaya Seiko said softly.

"Who came up with this idea?"

Hanaya Seiko fell silent again, turning her head to look at the moonlight, but tonight the moon was obscured by dark clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.

Kitahara closed the door, slipped under the covers, and reached out to touch her delicate skin. Her smooth skin undulated gently like a valley, and the silk camisole, which was hidden by the skin, felt wonderful to the touch.

"Don't do anything reckless," Hanaya Seiko warned, sounding inexplicably nervous.

She knew that no one next door was asleep and was listening.

Of all the people, I was the most aloof one. If they found out, I would be too ashamed to speak and would be laughed at by Zhongmu for the rest of my life.

"Ah."

Kitahara lay on his side, his arm around Hanaya Seiko's waist, motionless. He closed his eyes and heard the faint sound of breathing.

Open your eyes again.

Her face was so close, her breath hot against my skin, but Hua Gu kept her eyes closed, her noble face pure and holy, only her red lips slightly parting.

"Son?"

"Holy Son."

Kitahara asked, but she didn't answer. He vaguely guessed what Hanaya Seiko meant. He lowered his head to kiss her, but heard the woman's soft murmur. Her body was trembling slightly and violently.

Hanaya Seiko was unaware of what happened tonight. She remained proud and noble, a high-ranking young lady, only defiled by a villain.

She was violated in her sleep.

"So I was that villain," Kitahara said in a low voice. Hanaya Seiko remained silent, but simply parted her lips and lowered her cheek slightly.

Her face flushed, her soft lips trembled slightly as she bit them, and her heart pounded nervously.

Next door were those gossipy women, and yet she was indulging herself. Hanaya Seiko thought to herself, feeling utterly ashamed, all her noble air gone, replaced by a profound sense of immorality.

"However, thinking back to our first meeting, I seem to be no different from that villain," Kitahara chuckled, his tone ambiguous.

At this moment, Hanaya Seiko opened her eyes, her gaze aggrieved and resentful as she glared at him: "So you do know you've wronged me."

"Before we understood each other, I always considered you my enemy, but now I seem to have fallen in love with a high-class young lady. But I don't regret it. Anyway, I've already wronged so many people, so I will never let you go."

As Kitahara spoke, he could no longer suppress his emotions and embraced Hanaya Seiko. His hand slid up the noble saintess's beautiful spine, into her black hair, and then into her suspenders.

Hanaya Seiko lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

"Be quiet, don't make too much noise." She said in a very strong tone, as if issuing a warning.

"I know."

But as he said this, his hands became even more unrestrained. In a few quick exchanges, the attack and defense reversed, and he made the Flower Valley Saint murmur softly.

"Do you like it?" Kitahara asked.

She didn't answer, but Kitahara went even further, causing Hanaya's cheeks and heart to burn intensely. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she begged for mercy, "I like it."

Hua Gu opened her eyes, gazing at him tenderly, a deep, wistful resentment rising in her noble eyes: "Do you have to make me say that before you'll continue?"

Kitahara didn't answer, but stared into her beautiful eyes, greedily looking at her face, and sighed deeply, feeling satisfied.

Hanaya Seiko looked at him in the same way, her affection for him boundless. At this moment, she felt an overwhelming love, her heart fluttering. She reached out and hugged Kitahara tightly, holding him close and whispering, "Tonight you are mine."

"I'm yours."

The room was dim, but moonlight streamed in through the window, falling squarely on them and illuminating each other.

What are you still hesitating about?

The woman raised her delicate and alluring face, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Hanaya Seiko's halter top came off and fell to the ground, bathed in moonlight, revealing the woman's slender and graceful figure.
(End of this chapter)