Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 216 Walking Together
night.

The bath was filled with steam. A woman in a red dress moved lightly through the mist, her red dress fluttering to the ground with a soft sound, revealing her jet-black hair. Her hair fell straight down to her waist, but could not hide her exquisite and graceful curves.

Sato Sayuri sat reclining by the pool, her jade-like body sprawled out, her toes treading on the water. Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from behind her. Turning around, she saw Nakamaki Miyoko, who was wearing a pale white bath towel. The towel's curves were clearly visible, wrapping around her overly alluring body.

"Why are you two so quiet after this trip?" Miyoko Nakamaki joked. "Is the position of mistress of the house about to change? Can I offer myself as a bedmate?"

Sato Sayuri ignored her and focused on splashing in the water.

This villa was purchased with ill intentions from the beginning. Everything else is fine, but the bathtub is spacious and comfortable, capable of accommodating several people at the same time, and there is a starry sky ceiling above.

"Whose idea was this?"

"I chose this one. This big bath is great. Soaking in it is so comfortable, and it suits my body perfectly," Miyoko Nakamura said proudly.

“Vulgar,” Sato Sayuri uttered.

“I’m just an ordinary person like that.” Nakamaki Miyoko smiled and sat down next to her, looking at her with a smile through her phoenix eyes: “Last night I heard some noise and thought he was going to your room, but I didn’t expect him to go to that potato chip girl’s place. Today you threw a tantrum and tormented her. I’m afraid you’re just jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, he won’t come to my room,” Sato Sayuri said, stroking her body.

"Why? Is it because you're fickle and prefer new people to old ones, or is it because you've lost your appeal?"

Sato Kou knew that this woman was making fun of her, so she shut her mouth and didn't say anything. A few minutes later, there was a soft noise from the wooden door again. Nakamaki Miyoko turned around, and there was another pair of beautiful legs. Her snow-white skin was like the first ray of moonlight.

Hanaya Seiko arrived silently. She entered the bath and immersed her milky-white legs in the water.

Three beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, sat sideways on the edge of the bath, creating a breathtaking scene.

Sato Sayuri stared at Hanaya Seiko for a long time, then sighed softly, thinking to herself, "No wonder."

Even Miyoko Nakamura exclaimed in amazement, "What a bewitching and alluring body! If I were a man, I'd probably be enjoying myself on top of you every day."

"Even if you were a man, I wouldn't be interested in you," Hanaya Seiko said arrogantly.

"You're speaking too soon, little beauty. You know nothing about my abilities." Nakamaki Miyoko lifted her face, but it was slapped away by a hand. Hanaya Seiko opened her proud eyes and met her gaze: "I don't like others touching my body."

"Now you're putting on an innocent act, but last night even the stray cats downstairs could hear your voices, so plaintive," Miyoko Nakamaki sneered.

Hanaya Seiko pursed her lips tightly. Her skin was snow-white, but it had turned rosy over time, transforming her from an ethereal fairy into a beautiful and charming young woman.

“Shut up.” Her eyes flashed.

"I'll say it, I'll say it."

"Want to fight?"

"Who's afraid of who? Do you really think I'm afraid of you, young lady?"

Miyoko Nakamaki raised her eyebrows, like a little wildcat that had been provoked, while Seiko Hanaya on the other side had an unfriendly look in her eyes, her anger bursting forth.

"enough."

Sato Sayuri suddenly spoke up, her voice stern: "If you want to argue, get out."

After she spoke, the other two trembled, fell silent, and sulked with their heads down.

Sato Sayuri looked at her, then softened her tone and said, "From now on, we're all family."

At this point, she frowned, seemingly very unwilling, but helplessly acquiescing: "The days ahead are long. What good will it do for you and me to argue every day? Let's talk about happy things instead."

Miyoko Nakamaki remained silent, but pursed her lips, as did Seiko Hanaya.

'Crack--'

There was another sound of a door opening. Sato Sayuri's eyes trembled, her expression instantly turning cold. She grabbed the wooden basin beside her and threw it behind her.

The sound of the door opening stopped.

Hanaya Seiko glanced back at the hand that was frozen in mid-air in astonishment, and slightly curled the corners of her lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what was inside." Kitahara's voice came from behind.

"go out."

When Sato Sayuri spoke, there was a chill in her voice that she herself was unaware of.

This startled both Hanaya Seiko and Nakamura.

They exchanged a glance, both thinking that something was definitely going to happen today.

Kitahara returned to the living room, looked at the empty sofa, and began to struggle with his decision again. The female teacher seemed to be doing it on purpose; she still hadn't prepared a blanket, and he would have to find a room to sleep in again tonight.

He looked up at the upstairs bathhouse, where the door was still open, and steam was seeping out through the cracks, spreading little by little.

Imagine.

What a beautiful picture unfolded behind the door! But the female teacher was a bit intimidating, so he didn't dare go in.

Half an hour later, the women came out of the bathroom, seemingly their turn.

Kitahara took a change of clothes and stepped into the bath. The bath had a wooden floor and a glass ceiling that offered a view of the starry sky. Outside the bath was a small balcony from which a lake could be seen.

He entered the bathhouse exhausted. After shopping with Sayuri Sato that evening, he went straight home. Even though he didn't have any work, he felt more tired than usual.

Stripped naked, Kitahara immersed himself in the hot water. His nose twitched slightly, as if he could smell the scent they had left behind. The familiar fragrance of orchids flowed over his nose and gradually filled his nostrils.

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he closed his eyes and felt the world was pitch black.

Vaguely.

Kitahara heard the door open, followed by soft footsteps, and then came the familiar scent of orchids.

Qianchuan Liangxiang made a plan for herself.

During her holiday, she planned to travel far and wide to see different scenery, but at a corner, in the green fields, she saw a lively figure.

She vaguely remembered that this person's name was Takagi.

Akane Takagi took her easel, and whenever she encountered a beautiful scene, she would stop and immerse herself in it, painting tirelessly.

Chikawa looked at her, recalling some rumors. She walked up to her and deliberately overturned Takagi's drawing board. Only when the timid girl looked at her with doe-like eyes did she feel regret.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else." Chikawa Ryoka straightened her drawing board and turned to leave, but then she heard a soft voice behind her: "Is that Chikawa-kun?"

Chikawa Ryoka stopped and turned to look at her. Takagi looked at her and said seriously, "I know you. You are Kitahara's friend."

"I do not know him."

"Is that so?"

Seeing Takagi's puzzled look, Chikawa Ryoka turned her face away and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Going out to collect inspiration." Takagi smiled serenely. "It's my hobby."

Qianchuan looked at her face and suddenly remembered that Beiyuan's painting skills were also very good. In the past, she had pestered him to paint a picture for her. The light and shadow and curves were excellent. She thought that Beiyuan's painting might be related to this person.

Takagi is as pure as a fawn.

How dare he?
Chikawa stared at Takagi Akane, her heart filled with doubt and uncertainty. After a moment, she whispered, "I'm going on a trip. Would you like to come with me?"

"Ok?"

A questioning voice came from Takagi Akane, who tilted her head, not quite understanding what Chikawa meant.

Qianchuan realized he had been presumptuous and quickly said, "I'm sorry, forget I said anything."

"sure."

The words followed, and Qianchuan was taken aback. Seeing Takagi put away his easel, he revealed a bright smile: "I also want to go out and see the world. You are his friend, you can't be a bad person."

"."

Chikawa didn't know what to say, but just nodded. Then Takagi said, "I'm going home to pack my things. Wait for me."

the next day.

They set off for Kyoto, an ancient city. Chikawa walked through Arashiyama, past various shrines, and in a daze, her companions seemed to have changed. She turned her head slightly and saw a delicate face, eyes full of gentleness. "North."

Qianchuan whispered, but then saw a finger twitching slightly in front of her. When she came to her senses, she saw Takagi's worried expression: "I saw you spacing out for a long time. What do you take me for?"

"I'm hungry," Qianchuan changed the subject.

"Eat when you're hungry. Mom says you won't have any energy if you don't eat." Takagi Akane was full of energy, pulling Chikawa around everywhere.

The energy that this girl exuded surprised even Chikawa Ryoka. In one day, she accompanied Takagi to visit several shrines. After returning to their hotel in the evening, Takagi took out his easel and began to draw seriously.

Qianchuan looked at it; it was a sketch, with mountains, water, and sky all in one color—it was beautiful.

She exclaimed, "That's amazing!"

"Ryouka is amazing too. I've seen your Instagram, you have so many followers, and you have a great figure." Takagi said with a smile, even though she could get distracted while drawing.

"I'm just..."

Qianchuan Liangxiang lowered her head; she naturally knew how she had chosen her number.

She presents herself as a rich girl, flaunting all sorts of luxury goods, but none of these are hers. She is merely a canary kept in a cage.

"No matter what, he's really amazing," Takagi said.

"Thank you."

Qianchuan's eyes softened. She wanted to thank him, but didn't know what to say, so she showed it through her actions.

—After taking a shower that night, she secretly climbed into Takagi's bed.

“I know how to give massages,” Qianchuan said.

"Ok?"

The girl, who looked like a deer, blinked and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

After a while.

Takagi whispered, "It itches."

"Bear with it, I'll give you free service."

"But don't touch there."

Even girls have their shy moments. In all her life, Takagi Akane had never been in such close contact with anyone, except for someone seeing her panties and touching her thighs.

She wasn't opposed, just a little shy.

The massage ended in the middle of the night.

Qianchuan stared blankly at the sleeping Takagi, thinking that this girl was truly a good person. If only... if only she could be too.
for a long time.

A sigh accompanied by a soft exhale drifted into the night.

I woke up the next day.

Qianchuan opened her eyes, and her bright eyes came into view. Gaomu had already dressed up and was wearing a white dress. She looked pure and elegant, like a heroine in a movie.

“I’m going to Kamigamo Shrine today,” she said.

On the way to the tram.

Qianchuan glanced to the side and saw Beiyuan's shadow. She was momentarily dazed, but when she came to her senses, she realized it was the company's name: Beimu Company.

Her face turned cold. She thought they were really in love, using each other's first letters as their names, as if they were afraid people wouldn't notice.
"What's wrong?" Takagi's soft voice came from beside my ear.

Qianchuan snapped out of her daze. Seeing her curiosity, she pointed coldly and said, "My boyfriend dumped me and started a new company with another woman."

"Then he's really bad." Akane Takagi said indignantly.

"Yes."

Qianchuan Liangxiang responded with a meaningful tone: "You'd better not run into bad people."

Takagi blinked and smiled sweetly: "I won't."

Kitahara opened his eyes. It was just getting light. He was still in the bath. He had a dream in which Chikawa and Takagi were together, traveling around and chatting. He thought it must be a nightmare, but it seemed so beautiful.

If they knew each other, and if they had no connection to me, they would probably be good friends, the kind who could form a band together.

He got up, and the towel draped over his shoulder fell into the pool. Kitahara didn't know who had put it on him, but the water was warm, and he wouldn't catch a cold even if he stayed there for two days.

The time is 5 a.m.

Kitahara went for a run outside for a short workout. When he got home, he saw Sayuri Sato wearing a black dress. A gentle breeze was blowing through her skirt, making it sway in the wind. It was a beautiful sight, and Kitahara couldn't help but go up and hug Sayuri.

"You smell of sweat." Sato Sayuri was a little disgusted. She gently pushed him away and found that she could push him away without using any force.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Kitahara dared not overstep his bounds, and knowing she disliked it, he left naturally, leaving Sato Sayuri standing there slightly surprised.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and in an instant, her usually aloof face became incredibly charming.

Is this what it feels like to be bound?

"It's pretty good."

Sato Sayuri misses the tenderness of the past, but their current relationship is also good. She is not love-struck and knows very well that she cannot let Kitahara continue to be free.

Breakfast time.

After having dinner, Kitahara went to the company. This month had been relatively peaceful, with no news, or if there was, he hadn't noticed it.

When dealing with miscellaneous tasks.

A news report interrupted his thoughts: a businessman was shot during a speech, and a world-famous painting was left behind.

This incident caused a huge uproar.

At this pass, during this election, this happened, and in an instant the water became even more murky.

Kitahara smiled slightly and continued to increase his Tesla holdings.

He has invested all of his assets, and even leveraged them.

Just keep an eye on the day of harvest.

at the same time.

Yuuka Kousaka called him to seriously discuss the future and decided to take Kitahara to meet some officials. She was betting that businessmen wouldn't survive, perhaps because she had some inside information.

"This will be good for your future," Yuuka Kousaka advised earnestly.

"Don't go."

Unexpectedly, Kitahara refused, and quite clearly, which made Kousaka Yuuka curse him for being a blockhead.

hang up the phone.

Kitahara was perhaps plotting other interests, but he had no time to attend to that matter at the moment. After get off work at noon, he was going to accompany Sayuri Sato to Kamigamo Shrine.

This was something I had promised her before.

For some reason, after get off work, while taking the bus home, Kitahara caught a glimpse of two familiar figures.

It felt like a scene from a dream.

Chikawa and Takagi walked hand in hand through the streets of Kyoto, laughing and joking.

He shook his head, feeling that he hadn't rested well.

These two people don't know each other, how could they possibly travel together?
(End of this chapter)