Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 222 Glasses
A birthday dinner wouldn't be complete without red wine. Several beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, laughed and joked, their cheeks flushed from the wine. They lay sprawled on the sofa, their beautiful eyes blinking gently, filled with boundless tenderness.

Kitahara noticed that Sayuri was missing, so he went out to look for her. After walking a few steps, he saw a figure in a green dress with black hair covering her waist on the second-floor balcony. She was leaning against the balcony looking at something.

It's snow.

At the end of November, snow fell from the sky, and the ground was covered in white frost.

"It's snowing so early," he said as he approached, somewhat surprised.

Although the weather suddenly turned cold, it's not winter yet, so this snowfall is quite unexpected.

"Perhaps someone has a grievance in their heart, and even God can't bear to see it," Sato Sayuri joked.

“I think it’s because it’s your birthday that they’re here to celebrate,” Kitahara said with a smile.

"Grumpy."

Sato Sayuri gave a light scolding, but Kitahara didn't care. He naturally took her hand. Her hand was icy cold, like an ice cube in his palm, white with a hint of pink.

Their fingers intertwined, Sato Sayuri felt a little uncomfortable. She glanced at him awkwardly, then at the people in the room, who were already lying haphazardly, and then relaxed.

"I didn't see you make a wish just now," Kitahara said casually.

She shook her head: "I've long understood that wishes are for things that are impossible to happen. If they're impossible, what's the point?"

“Who knows what the future holds? Just a few months ago, could you imagine being tricked by a student?” Kitahara said.

"Humph."

Sato Sayuri puffed out her cheeks: "If I had known you were such a bad person, I shouldn't have kept you in the first place. I should have let you be picked up by a bad woman."

"Teacher can't bear to part with me." Kitahara's lips kissed her neck.

"You're not allowed to say such frivolous things again," said Sayuri Sato, her breath sweet as orchids.

Her neck was warm, but it turned cold as it reached her cheeks. Kitahara stopped what he was doing, took her hand, and checked the time: "Wait a little longer."

"What could it be?" Sayuri Sato realized something and became interested.

"you guess."

"It's obvious without even guessing."

Sato Sayuri, with her gentle and intelligent nature, blinked her clear eyes and looked at the distant sky, saying, "It should be fireworks. You don't like cold places, but you insisted on standing here with me. I guess you planned this all along."

"Why isn't it me who wants to be with you?" Kitahara asked.

Sato Sayuri tilted her head and remained silent.

About a few minutes later.

She saw fireworks rise, the earth light up with flames, and the black curtain of light illuminated. People under the streetlights stopped in their tracks, staring at the rain of fireworks in the sky, marveling and sighing, and taking out their phones to capture the moment.

This is a grand fireworks display, which few people miss after summer. The sky is clear, and colorful flowers paint the sky.

Sato Sayuri smiled, cupping her cheeks in her hands, and stared intently at the fireworks display held just for her. This was a romance that belonged only to her, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't happy. However, she was a little mischievous and didn't want Kitahara to guess her feelings.

"how?"

"Shh," she whispered, her cheeks illuminated by the light, "finish reading first."

The fireworks display was short-lived, fleeting compared to the long winter night. Only when the last wisp of fireworks disappeared did Sayuri Sato feel satisfied. She turned back to look at Kitahara, her heart filled with sweet joy: "Beautiful."

Kitahara glanced at the night sky. The wind was blowing from afar, howling. He felt a little cold, so he pulled Sayuri back into the house.

The room was heated, and only the curtains were swaying. The distinct light and shadow moved across Xiaobaihe's skirt. The two looked at each other for a while. Perhaps because the light was too bright, the female teacher's ears turned bright red in no time. Afraid of doing something embarrassing, she tidied her hair and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll be back in a while."

It seems they realized what was going to happen.

In the bathroom, Sayuri Sato looked in the mirror and changed into a light purple dress. The thin straps accentuated her ample bosom. The woman was aloof and proud, with a pair of snow-white legs standing gracefully. She tied her long hair up, and the ponytail swayed in front of the mirror.

Once outside, Kitahara couldn't wait any longer. He carried her to the bedside, placed Sayuri on the bed, and drew the curtains. Warm light fell on Sayuri's clean face and white legs. She lay there, her head slightly turned, her thin, moist red lips pursed: "What are you going to do?"

What does Lily think?

Kitahara put his arm around her slender waist and teased her with a smile.

"I don't know, but you're not allowed to bully me." Sato Sayuri's heart was pounding. It had been so long since she had done this. Although her eyes were already moist, filled with a thousand spring waters, her womanly shyness forced her to lower her head.

Seeing her shy and demure appearance, Kitahara couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her red lips. With a soft moan, the female teacher's eyes became watery. The kiss lasted too long, and by the time their lips parted, Sato Sayuri was already panting.

"I can barely breathe." She rolled her eyes, a moment that was both charming and alluring.

Sato Sayuri behaved with dignity, befitting a teacher, her back straight and her spine graceful, even her flirting had a sense of seriousness. If she wore glasses... Kitahara had a sudden thought, went next door to get gold-rimmed glasses, and hung them on Sayuri's face.

This already aloof face gained an even greater sense of seriousness and asceticism.

"I feel so dizzy." Sayuri looked confused, not understanding what Kitahara was doing.

She was taken aback, then suddenly guessed Kitahara's thoughts, and laughed angrily: "You shameless student, that's enough!"

"It's not like it's happened once or twice, dear sister, just give it to me." Kitahara pleaded, his hand already sliding down Sayuri's loose neckline. The female teacher bit her lip, glared at him, silently sat up straight, and said sternly, "No."

Her expression was serious, which startled Kitahara for a moment, but the next second, when he touched her fingertips, he could feel a slight tremor. The bespectacled head teacher trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed.

"Well"

Sato Sayuri turned her head slightly, feeling ashamed of her reaction, while Kitahara realized that this was role-playing.

He forcefully grabbed Sayuri's buttocks. Sayuri struggled slightly, complaining, "What are you doing? Do you want to be punished?!"

"I don't dare, I just like my teacher and I can't suppress my feelings," Kitahara said.

"You'll get fired for doing this!" Sato Sayuri was forced to straighten her back. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, her legs slightly bent. Although she complained, she let him do as he pleased.

Kitahara held Sayuri's waist, which was slender and bore abundant fruit. He gently massaged Sayuri, and Sayuri gradually changed from slight resistance at first to unwilling compliance.

Sayuri leaned forward instead of backward, casually placing her hands on her knees as she stared at Kitahara Toshihiro's face. Perhaps it was the sensation of ants crawling and electric currents running through the soles of her feet, but soon her cheeks flushed red, and she began to moan softly.

Next door, Hanaya Seiko, dressed in a white dress, with a slender figure, was lazily stretching her body, gazing at the snow outside the window.

Her glasses were taken away.

She was waiting for the thief to return it.

(End of this chapter)