Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 215

The next day, the rain continued, drizzling.

Morning light streamed in through the window, and a hand parted the curtains. Sayuri Sato was watching the rain. Ever since Kitahara fell ill, she had developed a fondness for the rain. Perhaps it was because she herself was ill, her thoughts unfathomable, that she could only listen to the rain in silence.

After returning to Kyoto, she thought about going home, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that if she saw her mother for the first time, she would burst into tears and never want to come back.

Little Lily crossed her legs, her pupils blinking gently. Her snow-white legs stretched out naturally, like the first ray of moonlight at dusk. After a long while, she heard the sound of the door opening and saw the bewildered look on the face of the noble female lawyer.

"you're awake?"

"Ah."

Hanaya Seiko lowered her head and remained silent. She slipped past Sayuri, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at her for long.

Sato Sayuri stared at her with her clear, bright eyes, feeling surprisingly little sadness. She just felt it was too early; it was four in the morning, the night was still deep, and the early morning trains were passing through the tracks amidst the rain. It was far too early.

A moment later, Hanaya Seiko returned timidly, only to hear a faint sound. Sato Sayuri closed the window and whispered:

"You should rest a little longer."

She didn't dare answer, and hurriedly went back into the house, avoiding Sato Sayuri's calm but somewhat frightening gaze.

Hanaya Seiko felt that she was even more frightening than Chikawa.

She was clearly just an ordinary woman.

When Kitahara woke up around 8 a.m., there was no one by the window. He went out and found that Nakamaki Miyoko had already gone to the company, while Sato Sayuri was sitting at the dining table. Hanaya Seiko was nowhere to be found.

"Where are they?" Kitahara asked.

"out."

Sato Sayuri smiled and handed him a still-warm plate of milk and dates. "You woke up too late. They just went out. It seems they have something to do today."

Kitahara stared at the plate without speaking, then slowly looked up to see Sayuri still smiling: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"Ah."

“Being a picky eater is bad, I'll feed you.”

Sato Sayuri grabbed Kitahara's face, as if trying to coax him, but her movements were forceful and her smile turned cold. She forced Kitahara to eat, and only when she saw his pained expression did she smile again.

The combination of these two things tastes quite strange.

Kitahara felt this was revenge, but Sato Sayuri's expression remained calm, occasionally smiling, making it impossible to guess her true feelings.

"Can you stop laughing like that? It's kind of scary."

"It's all my fault, dear."

Sato Sayuri said casually, then brought over a normal breakfast: "Eat up, we're going out today."

"Where?"

"I don't know, but you should make time to come out with me today." Sato Sayuri returned to her room and sat in front of the mirror to do her makeup. Since breaking through the gauze curtain, her attire has become more simple and elegant.

She wore a white cotton dress, her black hair was tied up with a ribbon and fell to her waist, and she simply changed into pantyhose and paired it with a pair of white sneakers.

Pure, beautiful, like the white moonlight.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, couldn't help but touch her bright red lips, and remained silent.

Kitahara knocked on the door of the room. Sato Sayuri slowly wiped off her lipstick, took off her pantyhose, messed up her hair, and changed into a red dress.

"Is it ready yet?" Kitahara had been waiting at the door for a long time; he estimated it had been about ten minutes.

"Wait a minute."

A casual voice came from the room. Half an hour later, Sato Sayuri came out, dressed in red with her black hair flying. She seemed to be without makeup, but her lips were still beautiful. It was a natural beauty, like a fox in the snow mountain, incomparably alluring.

“Let’s go out.” Kitahara quickly went up to her, took Sayuri’s hand, and Sayuri glanced at him sideways, a smirk playing on her lips: “Let’s play a game.”

"what?"

“Role-playing, I’m a rich woman, and you’re my kept man.” Sato Sayuri said, hooking her arm around his face.

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Kitahara didn't know what the purpose was, but he knew that Sayuri was in a bad mood, so he readily agreed.

The first station.

It was the scripture hall of Kiyomizu-dera Temple. The rain made it impossible to see up or down; only the fog enveloped the sky and the earth.

Halfway up the mountain, a temple stands forlorn.

Kitahara and Sayuri arrived here. Perhaps it wasn't the season for tourism, so there were very few tourists. The buildings stood out against the sky, and outside the courtyard was a cliff. Looking down, you couldn't see the edge.

Sato Sayuri, dressed in a red dress, looked as alluring as a fairy, enjoying the attention of everyone.

She stood quietly by the railing, talking to herself: "This place is regarded by believers as the Pure Land of Guanyin, the place where they sacrifice themselves for rebirth. Ending their lives here can lead to the Pure Land. They entrust their bodies to the great Guanyin and seek the peace and happiness of those they seek."

"Therefore, the place where a person seeking death chooses to commit suicide is suitable for a love suicide."

What was said in jest was taken to heart by the listener. Kitahara was sweating profusely. He tightened his grip on Sayuri's hand and said naturally, "I don't believe in ghosts or gods, nor do I believe in the afterlife. Even if there are countless source laws, I only ask for the present. Besides, I will never meet a wife as good as Sayuri again in the future."

Sato Sayuri smiled slightly, not looking at him: "You're mistaken. Your good wife is now in the snowy mountains, practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures, living a life of poverty."

Kitahara pleaded, "Please spare me."

Sato Sayuri snorted, flicked her fox fur coat, her dress fluttering, and walked away on her own. When Kitahara followed, he saw a hint of pleasure on her profile, and he realized that today would not end so simply.

Sayuri looks gentle, but she hides her anger. She seems to have let go, but she is clearly sharpening her knife in secret, ready to cut him.

On the way down the mountain, Sayuri Sato called Seiko Hanaya, speaking softly and occasionally chuckling.

But Kitahara always felt that she was silently admonishing him.

The next stop is Kinkaku-ji Temple, which is said to be famous for its outer walls covered with a layer of gold leaf, but Kitahara couldn't see it clearly. It was raining heavily today, and the rain soaked Sayuri's white shoes even with her umbrella in hand.

When passing by puddles, she would always hop across them lightly, like a little girl, occasionally turning back to smile at Kitahara.

Very lively and cute.

Kitahara felt a little relieved. Then, he saw a stall where an old man was telling fortunes and drawing lots. Sato Sayuri waded through the puddles, bending over to reveal her snow-white skin. Her swan-like neck looked especially supple in the rainy weather.

"I've come to draw a fortune stick, hoping to find a good match."

Kitahara knew he was in trouble.

The stall owner smiled, a customer was coming: "Give me one."

Sato Sayuri casually picked it up and, as if showing off, waved it at Kitahara: "It's a lucky charm."

"Good fortune, madam. The fortune slip says your future husband will be loyal and devoted to love; you were obsessed with your first love; your family will be happy; and your career will flourish."

He was just looking for a relationship, but he made it sound so romantic.

Sato Sayuri smiled without saying a word, listened to everything, then thanked her and left with Kitahara.

After a few steps, she laughed, raising her eyebrows as if teasing, "He's completely wrong. My first love didn't love me, my husband is unfaithful, and my family is incomplete. How can that be considered auspicious?"

Kitahara didn't dare to speak, he just held her hand. Seeing that he was silent, Sato Sayuri's smile gradually faded: "Go and draw a fortune for me."

"I have bad luck; it must be an omen of misfortune."

“Those with bad luck enjoy all the blessings. Who is really unlucky?” Sato Sayuri said calmly, “Go draw a fortune stick.”

Her attitude was firm.

Kitahara had no choice but to bite the bullet and go get it, secretly praying for a bad fortune slip.

"It's ominous." He succeeded.

Sato Sayuri glanced at it, remained silent for a long time, and then asked the stall owner, "What do you mean? Can you explain it?"

"This must be your younger brother. His love life may not be smooth sailing. He will suffer many hardships and miss out on the person he is destined to be with. He will never find true love in his life," the stall owner sighed.

Kitahara is numb.

Sato Sayuri smiled and said, "So you're saying that the people around him aren't his true love?"

Subsequently.

She glanced lightly at Kitahara, whose face was ashen, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Kitahara felt like the sky had fallen.

"There is no perfect solution in this world, to be true to both Buddha and love." The stall owner, speaking in a refined manner, even knew this.

Kitahara's face had darkened: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll smash your stall."

"How can you be like this? I was just interpreting the divination according to the original text."

Kitahara was itching to make a move, but was stopped by Sayuri, who was watching from the sidelines: "He's just doing business, why bother, why get angry with him?"

“This person is talking nonsense. I think it’s clearly based on gender,” Kitahara said, dissatisfied.

"gone."

Sato Sayuri pulled him away, but stopped halfway and turned back with a smile: "By the way, he's not my brother."

"And who is this?" The stall owner suddenly realized everything, glanced at Kitahara's dark face, and knew he had said the wrong thing.

"He was my childhood sweetheart."

The woman in red left with a smile, leaving behind only a joking remark.

The rain is getting heavier.

Walking in the rain felt like strolling through a pool of water. Before long, Sato Sayuri's white shoes were completely soaked and stained with water.

She found a shop and sat down on a chair.

Sato Sayuri, dressed in red, hooked her leg up and pulled down her pantyhose along the edge, revealing her fair feet. The water droplets on her toes were still glistening.

Kitahara glanced at her a few times, took the cloth, and then knelt down in front of Sato Sayuri. Facing him was her bright red skirt, and along the skirt were her soft ridges, but he dared not look at them. He only stared at her small feet and carefully wiped them.

"good."

Sato Sayuri gently stroked his head, and as if it were fun, deliberately messed up his hairstyle, turning it into a bird's nest, wanting to embarrass him.

But this seems to be useless.

Kitahara has an outstanding figure and a sculpted face. No matter how messy his hair is, people would assume it's been deliberately permed and dyed. Young girls would whisper among themselves as they passed by, occasionally blushing.

"Tsk."

Little Lily clicked her tongue softly, and after a moment, she suddenly sensed a disturbance, an itch that lingered from the depths of her heart. She couldn't help but twitch her feet, her jade-colored toes curling up, her bright red nail polish shining under the light.

Kitahara's movements were too gentle, which actually made me itchy.

“Alright, I can do it myself,” said Sayuri Sato.

"Row."

Just as Kitahara was about to speak, he saw Sayuri suddenly looking around in thought. After a moment, she stepped on his foot with her snow-white jade feet and said, "I've changed my mind. Kneel down and wipe me."

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Passersby blushed as they watched the young couple.

Kitahara noticed the gazes and looked up abruptly, only to see Sato Sayuri's gentle face.

She didn't speak, but simply lip-synced to a word.

Subsequently.

Sayuri Sato closed her eyes. Her red dress fluttered in the wind outside the convenience store, and her toes trembled slightly, but she felt happy.

However, this sweetness quickly transformed into other emotions, which, along with the rain, slid down her cheeks.

"The convenience store is leaking," said Sayuri Sato.

Kitahara drove to the last stop. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Sayuri Sato looked out the window at the heavy rain. The sky grew darker and darker. Although it was only four in the afternoon, the streetlights had already come on.

Her dark eyes gazed out the window, reflecting the lamplight. Suddenly, she spoke, instructing Kitahara to change course.

It was parked in front of my house.

Sato Sayuri didn't move, she just looked out the window at the living room lights that were on. She imagined it must be a happy place inside. She heard laughing and joking, which must be her two younger brothers playing around, and her mother would run out with slippers, loudly asking who was causing trouble.

Sato Sayuri stared blankly for a long time before she saw a familiar figure emerge from the room. It was her mother, who was hunched over. She looked at the rain, seemingly worried about something, and then a message came through on her phone.

"It's raining here, so you should watch the temperature."

Her mother's words were illogical, but Sato Sayuri was taken aback. The smile she had worn all day faded, her eyes dimmed, and she turned to say, "If Mother knew how upset I was, she would definitely get angry with you."

"I will never forgive you."

"If you had been in love with her before you met me, I would forgive you; if you had ended your relationship with me after we met, I would forgive you; if you had been honest with me sooner, I would forgive you too, but now..."

She let out a calm, chilling laugh, and with her last strength, she enunciated each word clearly: "I hate you, but I won't leave. I will spend the rest of my life taking my revenge on you."

rain.

The torrential rain submerged everything, seemingly swallowing up all sound as well.

Sato Sayuri looked at his dazed gaze, and then sighed, remembering that Kitahara had no mother.

"Let's go back."

Kitahara remained silent, feeling that this was retribution.

The system brought him everything; he became a god in an instant, seemingly able to control everything. But the human heart cannot be grasped. Even if he could revive people from terminal illnesses, he could not change their hearts.

When his desires swelled, everything he did was a deal with the devil.

In a rental house.

Qianchuan Liangxiang leaned against the windowsill, listening to the rain. She was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. The wind whistled in from outside the window. The rented room was dirty and messy, with a factory right outside. The only light source was the cheap streetlights outside the window.

Yet she felt safe here; this was her old home. She bought it quietly and settled down like a tortoise, savoring the past.

No one is home.

My mother is in jail, and my father is still in the hospital. The place is empty. The wind blows through the rented room, and only the door rattles.

Chikawa Ryoka hugged her knees, she hadn't spoken for a long time, she just looked at the world with her eyes.

She saw an ant blown into the rented room in the heavy rain. The ant was struggling and running around the room. Qianchuan Liangxiang was moved and picked it up and threw it to a clean place. She saw it shake its body and start crawling around again.

It crawled aimlessly, seemingly without any thought for the ant's life, which made Qianchuan Liangxiang sigh. She had recently read many books and felt that this was wrong.

But a moment later, she thought of herself again, huddled in her rented room, hesitant. Her phone lit up, and many people sent her messages, but the name on the screen was always his.

She thought of herself as an ant, aimless, without a home, unable to distinguish between day and night.

Chikawa Ryoka curled up against the wall with her eyes closed. Since that day, she had nowhere to go back to.

(End of this chapter)