Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 221 Intimacy
afternoon.

Kitahara went to meet with lower-level suppliers, mainly to check the sales accounts. After finishing his business, he was taken to the horse racing venue, where horse racing was said to be a local custom.

In Japan, interest in horse racing is soaring that it has even given rise to subcultures, such as games like Uma Musume (Horse Girl).

The Osaka Cup will be held in a month or two, and it will be a grand event.

Kitahara decided to go and broaden his horizons.

Because Miyoko Nakamura was with him, no female companion was arranged for him. The group chose a private room and went inside. Looking out, they saw a huge crowd. At that moment, the race had already started, with several horses galloping out amidst a cacophony of voices.

"How about we get our own horse?" Miyoko Nakamaki was very interested in horseback riding, a sport favored by the nobility.

"We can arrange it if needed," the supplier said warmly, having connections in the business.

Kitahara thought about it for a moment, then nodded in agreement, saying, "I'm not interested, but you can keep a few to play with if you want."

Professional-grade horse racing costs millions of dollars.

Investing a lot of money will inevitably result in a loss.

However, Kitahara doesn't mind spending some money. Just like some people buy cars to show off when doing business, Kitahara will be dealing with the upper class in the future, and these are basic things that he can't be unaware of.

Seeing that he had agreed, Nakamaki Miyoko was very excited and grabbed his arm, cheering repeatedly. With the sound of the gun, a horse finally crossed the finish line. Kitahara glanced at it and saw that it was a horse named Precision Machinery.

The atmosphere at the event was undeniably fantastic.

Kitahara stayed for a while, then couldn't resist betting hundreds of thousands of yen, but lost it all. He didn't care, dusted himself off, and got up.

I'll wander around.

“I’ll go with you,” Miyoko Nakamaki said with a smile.

Kitahara and she walked out hand in hand. The area around the racetrack was more like a casino, with various slot machines and girls selling beer. One of them was probably in her early twenties and still in college. She had a bright smile on her face and her skin was fair and deep. However, she was chased away by Miyoko.

Kitahara bought a cup and shared it with Nakamura Miyoko. In the afternoon, he went to a specialized market to look at a few horses and decided to make an investment.

As he passed a light brown pony, Kitahara stopped and exclaimed in surprise, having heard a sound from the system.

[Thirty years old, an ordinary afternoon]

"I'll take this one."

A staff member peered over and pointed out, "This one may be underdeveloped. A week after its birth, its mother was found to have severe intestinal problems, and it was cared for by a draft horse during its infancy."

"It's fine, this is it." Kitahara didn't care much and bought it with a wave of his hand.

Miyoko Nakamaki stroked the pony, imagining herself dressed as a knight and sitting on it.

In the villa.

Sayuri Sato is taking an online class.

At the end of the semester, the school started using online classes, which were convenient and simple.

She sat in the brightly lit living room, with European-style decor behind her. The Creation of Christ was hanging above the fireplace, and a crimson wool blanket cast a warm glow, making her look as beautiful as a noblewoman. Occasionally, students would glance at her, gazing at the figure in the painting, feeling a heartbreaking sense of beauty.

Sato Sayuri frowned, sensing something was wrong. She noticed someone was distracted and assumed they were slacking off, which displeased her.

If her child with Kitahara were also so frivolous, Sato Sayuri would definitely have disciplined him severely, just as she would discipline a child's father. Thinking of this, Sato Sayuri paused and gently shook her head.

If a child is like his father, then that would truly be a betrayal of one's teacher and ancestors, and a disregard for human ethics.

Sato Sayuri only spaced out for a moment before refocusing her attention on the class. She noticed that Kitahara's friend Yoshimizu was slacking off, so she deliberately mentioned it to him. With the latter looking flustered, the entire class ended.

It's dark outside the window. It hasn't rained much lately, but it's always gloomy. Since the weather got colder, even the sky looks much worse.

'ha'

Sayuri Sato exhaled a puff of white breath, rubbing her snow-white hands together. It was time to prepare dinner.

Soon, a sound came from outside the window—the sound of a car stopping in the garage. Kitahara got out of the car and came in through the window, while the driver waited outside. Sato Sayuri smelled the smoke; she knew Kitahara didn't smoke, so it must have been smoked by a subordinate during a meeting.

Kitahara reached out to hug her, but Sayuri refused. Her slender waist lightly dodged him, and the beauty lowered her eyes, whispering, "Go take a shower. I don't like the smell of smoke on you."

Kitahara lowered his head and sniffed: "I'll be more careful next time."

Sayuri Sato shook her head: "It's okay."

After him.

Hanaya Seiko is back too. She went out today, but not for work. Instead, she was acting mysteriously, probably getting her nails done. This woman is a bit strange; she's so busy at the agency, yet she's willing to do something so pointless.

Sato Sayuri recalled a conversation from some time ago, in which she asked Hanaya why he did that, and he replied that elegance never goes out of style.

Later, Miyoko Nakamaki exposed everything: "The firm needs a vase, an exquisite vase. If she's always listless, no clients will come, and they'll think she's not capable enough."

Everything has a purpose.

Sato Sayuri thought about many things and warmly welcomed Hanaya Seiko. The latter smiled and sat down with her on the sofa to talk about the recent case, which was quite horrific—a murder and dismemberment case that sent chills down Sayuri's spine. "The scariest thing isn't that," Hanaya Seiko said.

"what is that?"

"There are two suspects. One hasn't been arrested yet, and I heard he's hiding in our neighborhood," Hanaya Seiko threatened.

Sato Sayuri remained unmoved upon hearing this, but later became somewhat angry and told Hanaya Seiko to stop talking about it and hurry up and wash up and eat. The latter smiled and went back to her room.

"This guy is really going too far."

Why talk about these things before dinner?

Sayuri Sato glanced out the window and saw several muscular bodyguards hired by Kitahara, which made her feel safer.

She sat in the living room for a long time, getting angrier and angrier, and decided to discipline the family tonight.

After a while.

Miyoko Nakamaki returned. She entered the door mysteriously, wearing a black smock that covered her face, making her look like a witch.

"What are you all doing?" Sato Sayuri thought these people were all crazy.

"The fortune teller told me that today is not a good day to be exposed to sunlight."

"Then how will you eat?"

Miyoko Nakamaki made a gesture of eating rice with her hands, and Sayuri Sato angrily told her to go upstairs.

It was seven o'clock in the evening.

It seemed like it was going to snow tonight; the wind was howling, but the temperature remained above zero. Sayuri Sato stood in front of the huge French windows, enjoying the warmth of the heater. She heard the bathroom door upstairs open; Kitahara had come down.

"You need to do something about them," she said sullenly.

"what happened?"

Kitahara had just taken a shower and sat down in the living room when he sensed Sayuri Sato's aggrieved mood.

She nestled against Kitahara, gently clutching the hem of his clothes, her face resting on his shoulder and neck: "If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. These people are bullying me, especially Miyoko."

"I'll go talk to her tonight." Kitahara didn't know what was going on, but suddenly his shoulder hurt. Sato Sayuri bit down like a cat, as if complaining or venting her anger.

He had suffered an undeserved misfortune, but he wasn't going to suffer any loss. His hand slid down his collar, and Sato Sayuri let out a soft gasp of surprise. Then she lowered her head and grabbed his hand, her face flushed, trying her best to stop him.

She was only wearing casual clothes today, with a loose light purple bra underneath. It slid down and the buttons were undone, making it impossible to control with one hand.

"Well"

Sato Sayuri tilted her head slightly.

Having not been intimate for a long time, her reaction was stronger than expected. Her pink lips parted slightly, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she exuded a seductive charm.

The last time was a month ago.
The female teacher twisted her legs, clearly aroused, and leaned down to whisper:

"Keep your voice down."

"They will come down."

Kitahara responded, stopped what he was doing, and suddenly bit her ear: "Shall I come to your room tonight?"

Sato Sayuri didn't say anything, but her face turned red.

There seems to be a chance.

Kitahara rallied his spirits, and only when he heard footsteps upstairs did Sayuri Sato push him away in a panic, straighten her clothes, and sit on the sofa with an air of composure, as if nothing had happened.

The wrinkled clothes silently told a story.

Hanaya Seiko came downstairs. For some reason, the lights suddenly went out when she came down, and the villa was plunged into darkness for a moment.

Sato Sayuri was startled and instinctively grabbed Kitahara's hand. She only breathed a sigh of relief when the warm touch spread along her palm. "The power went out?"

"should be."

Kitahara intertwined his fingers with hers and then pulled her into his arms. Sato Sayuri squirmed slightly in the darkness, but did not move.

She was a little worried about the night.

I wasn't afraid at first, but Hanaya Seiko said some nonsense, so I started to worry.

Then she saw the candlelight.

A warm glow, the color of the cake, appeared from the staircase. Then the lights came on again, and Miyoko Nakamaki, dressed in a Christmas outfit, jumped out: "Happy Birthday!"

After they finished speaking, they saw Sayuri Sato nestled in Kitahara's arms, looking like a little woman, and couldn't help but laugh.

(End of this chapter)