Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 31 Don't Be a Saint

This is a well-known women's clothing store. Of course, the main products of this brand are not clothes, but bags and perfumes.
Naturally, the clothes don’t look that good.

However, when you wear clothes, sometimes it does not depend on itself, but on the person who wears it.

Just like this moment.

Sakura Reina changed into a light blue dress and wore a small and delicate necklace around her neck, which particularly highlighted her literary and gentle temperament. Kitahara stood in front of her and looked at her with an interested look.

The hem of the dress was not long, stopping ten centimeters above the knee, revealing her greatest advantage, her long and straight thighs.

These legs are very fleshy, with dazzling traces outlined by white silk
Without a doubt, these are a top-notch pair of legs.

But the only flaw was that these once flawless legs were now covered with many tiny red marks, as if they had been damaged by someone.

Passersby who were strolling around couldn't help but show expressions of heartache after seeing those subtle traces.

Who is ruining these beautiful legs?
Kitahara's gaze shifted and slowly moved downwards. Sakura Reina seemed to notice his gaze, her face turned red, and she gently pulled her skirt with her hands.

She was very embarrassed.

But it was not because the skirt was too short, but because Kitahara's gaze was too aggressive. She was worried that in the next second, Kitahara would reach out and ravage her without caring.

He was ruthless and showed no mercy to women.

"Your girlfriend looks stunning in this dress," the saleswoman said, unstintingly praising her. Turning to Kitahara, she exclaimed, "She looks just like a princess from a Taiga drama."

"Princess? Your metaphor is quite interesting." Kitahara smiled.

Sakura Reina is indeed a princess, but not in a castle, but in a nightclub.

The female clerk thought it was a compliment and quickly said a few more words: "Girls like her are very versatile. Do you want to see other clothes?"

After hearing this, Sakura Reina also showed a look of longing.

She loves the clothes she is wearing. She loves the price and the brand, but if there are other options, she doesn't mind trying them.

"Let's take a look at it." Kitahara glanced at the price.

Six hundred thousand.

A necklace, a dress, and a small bag that came with it were worth six hundred thousand.

The price of this luxury item is truly staggering.

but
Whether it is worth the price is not decided by him, but by the consensus of the wealthy community.

It's like virtual currency.

As long as someone recognizes it, it is valuable. This brand of luxury goods is like Maybach in the eyes of girls to boys.

Any boy who sees a Maybach would be tempted to drive it on the overpass on a rainy day to have some fun, right?

Sakura Reina happily walked to Kitahara, looked up and said, "I took a look, it's so expensive. A piece of clothing costs 600,000."

"Even if I saw it, I couldn't afford it."

"How about we go out?"

The implication is that the two of them are not cool enough and should run away quickly.

This is undoubtedly a great shame for a rich man.

Beiyuan guessed her thoughts and smiled inwardly, but cooperated with her anger: "Just change it when I told you to! Why are you talking so much! Don't embarrass me when we go out!"

"Do I look like someone who can't afford this kind of cheap stuff?"

"Get over here!"

The female clerk looked at the two of them and was a little stunned.

I thought they were a pair of lovers, but unexpectedly, they looked more like a relationship between a sponsor and a kept woman. Are high school students nowadays so extravagant?
Sakura Reina pretended to be reluctant and curled her lips: "I know. Don't be angry, I'll change it."

She walked towards the shelf with a wronged look on her face, pretending to be sad.

But I was already secretly happy in my heart.

As long as a man's competitive spirit is aroused, he will pay for it even if he is unwilling, for the sake of his own face. Besides, it is useless after buying it. Beiyuan is not a girl, and if the size does not fit, won't he just give it to himself when the time comes?
She happily changed her clothes, choosing from the dazzling array of items on the shelves and looking at her beautiful figure in the full-length mirror.

After picking out three or four pieces, Sakura Rena's hands began to tremble when she saw the prices. Just a few pieces of clothing cost almost one million yen, and her father's monthly salary was only over 400,000 yen.

She swallowed and looked back at Kitahara with even more tenderness in her eyes.

A really good prey.
It would be great if you were willing to spend money on her every day.

"Only this?"

Beiyuan glanced at it and said indifferently, "Don't you want to pick a few more?"

"Do you still want to choose?"

Kitahara's generosity made Sakura Reina's mouth dry. She asked in disbelief, "Isn't this enough?"

"Since you have to choose, then look around more."

The female clerk frowned slightly at Kitahara's pretentiousness, but the customer is God. Looking at the box of clothes in Kitahara's hand, it was clear that he was a wealthy man and should not be offended easily.

The men's clothing at the neighboring store isn't much cheaper than theirs.

You have to grasp it well.

Kitahara picked out a few more pieces himself, and did not forget to ask about the sizes along the way. After the female clerk answered carefully, she handed them to Sakura Rena.

"Go change it and show it to me when you're done."

Sakura Reina stood at the door of the dressing room and suddenly said softly, "It's too cold outside. It will be uncomfortable to change clothes and come out. Otherwise, come in and take a look."

"Oh?" Kitahara was surprised. "Is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about that? Anyway, both of us..."

Sakura Reina felt awkward for a moment, then pretended to be a little girl, looked up and smiled, "Come on, it's a bit cold outside."

The female clerk twitched her lips.

She is slandering!

Slander me!

The heating in the store has never been turned off. Sakura Reina opened her mouth and kept saying it was cold. This was undoubtedly a denial of their service attitude. She even went into the locker room to take a look. How could I not know what you are planning!
This woman is not simple either!
But no matter how much she complained, she didn't say it out loud, after all, her sponsor was standing next to her.

Beiyuan was surprised. He didn't expect that this green tea girl had come to her senses and realized that if you want to get something, you must pay for it.

There are principles that normal people cannot teach her, but after being brainwashed by the prosperity of capitalism, she actually learned them on her own.

"Okay."

Kitahara is not a pure virgin, at least that's not what he appears to be.

He entered the dressing room, which was quite spacious and could easily accommodate two or three people. Kitahara found a chair to sit down, crossed his legs, looked up, and signaled Sakura Rena that she could start the performance.

Sakura Reina blushed a little and said, "I'm a little embarrassed. Can you stop staring at me?"

"?"

Did I come here to watch you act like a whore?
If you want to take it off, take it off quickly. If not, get out!

Kitahara's face darkened.

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