Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 35 The greatest hardship the young master has ever experienced is iced American coffee

The atmosphere in the coffee shop was lively, and in the evening, there seemed to be more people.

At the place where Beiyuan was, several more people came one after another. There were both men and women. It was like a party and everyone started playing games.

Coffee shops are different from nightclubs, but they also have social attributes.

Midori Nakamaki was sitting next to Kitahara, with one foot hooked on her leg and a cup of coffee in her hand. The two were so close that Kitahara could smell Midori's fragrance almost with just one breath.

This kind of hazy distance, which is both intimate and not so intimate, is what makes people fantasize.

Once people think too much, it is the beginning of their downfall.

Beiyuan was in a very relaxed state, with his fingers on the chair, tapping the page from time to time, and looking at the drizzle outside the window. It was now ten o'clock in the evening, neither early nor late, and it was a good time to go to bed.

Before going to bed, he planned to get his reward.

【Fund Doubler Card】

I don’t know how many times it can be multiplied, but Kitahara’s current property, including the house, is roughly estimated to be worth 8 million yen.

Even if it only doubles, that would still be 16 million.

Sixteen million yen is equivalent to 800,000 RMB. It may not seem like much, but it is already a terrifying number.

It's crazy how much money you can get for just one simple move.

The person who is most likely to fall for money is probably Kitahara.

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This is also thanks to the early arrival of the system, otherwise this task would have taken forever.

You can imagine how difficult it would be to face a strong woman in her forties who is in control and a gold digger who has just entered the society and knows nothing about anything.

"King's Quest, Pocky Game!"

He came to his senses and saw a woman holding up a lottery ticket and shouting, "Numbers 9 and 12 are participating."

Nakamaki Miyoko looked at the sticks in her hand. She was number nine, and Kitahara was not involved.

He was looking at the night view outside the window calmly, his eyes reflecting the light of the street lights, as if everything happening here had nothing to do with him. Nakamaki Miyoko's beautiful eyes were flooded with tears, she knew that she had not completely subdued Kitahara and had not conquered this rich young man.

Only when he pays attention to everything he participates in can he be considered to love him.

Miyoko Nakamaki is a greedy woman.

Money and people.

She wants them all.

"What should I do? I don't dare to try."

Nakamaki Miyoko lowered her voice and spoke to Kitahara.

"Hasn't senior sister ever played before?" He turned around and smiled as if waking up from a dream, "Don't be shy, just be brave."

"The main thing is, I don't know anyone." Nakamaki Miyoko glanced at No. 12 who was sitting opposite her, her eyes a little dim.

Number 12 is a boy, a male college student. He has a good temperament, but he is really far inferior to Kitahara. At this moment, he is looking at Nakamaki Miyoko with excitement. If nothing unexpected happens, this is the first time in his life that he has been ambiguous with such a beautiful woman.

"I'm a little scared."

"Can I help you?" Kitahara asked naturally.

As a gentleman, he doesn't mind giving people an excuse to attack him.

"If you are willing, I will be very happy."

The scumbag girl's voice gradually became charming: "I'm just afraid that you will be accidentally kissed by me. My junior brother hasn't had a girlfriend yet, and his first kiss is still there. Wouldn't it be a waste to give it to me?"

It is really touching to have such a thoughtful senior sister.

Kitahara also showed a gentle look: "It's okay, I don't mind."

"So. Referee!"

Nakamaki Miyoko asked, "Can I choose my own people?"

The people who were making the game looked at each other and finally agreed.

After all, this is just a game. It's her own business who she wants to play with. Only Man No. 12 showed an embarrassed look in his eyes. He looked around and looked for one of Nakamaki Miyoko's companions to help.

Fortunately, the lady agreed and started playing with him with a smile. "Be careful not to bump into him, Ikeda-kun."

"oh oh!!"

The atmosphere became heated, and Nakamaki Midori, under everyone's gaze, shyly picked up a pocky and held it in front of Kitahara.

The warm breath sprayed on Beiyuan's neck. He looked down and saw that the woman had unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a deep ravine.

He looked up and saw Nakamaki Miyoko's plump lips gently opening and closing, painted with bright lipstick, burning like a raging fire.
"Then I'll give you a lot of guidance, junior."

"Be careful. Are you willing to let a woman like me take your first time?"

Miyoko Nakamaki said this with a smile, and Kitahara also cooperated by lowering his head and taking the other end of the pocky into his mouth.

"I'll pay attention, Senior."

"Games start!"

As the words fell, both groups tried little by little.

However, compared to the cautiousness of the other group, Nakamaki Midori was obviously much bolder.

She stared at Kitahara as if she would kiss him in the next second. While Kitahara was still savoring the sweetness of the cookie, she had already bitten off half of it. Before anyone could react, only a short piece of Pocky was left.

She bit it lightly, breaking the last bit of distance, and the pocky broke.

The distance between lips is only a few millimeters.

Kitahara seemed to have already felt the softness of the woman's lips, the taste of her lipstick, and the transparent liquid in her mouth. But Nakamaki Miyoko changed her appearance, passed by him misplacedly, and then kissed him on the face.

'Snapped! '

"Wow!"

Everyone's gaze became ambiguous and heated.

It seemed as if Nakamaki Miyoko realized it only after a few seconds that she had kissed someone. She quickly looked up with a shy look on her face.

And where she kissed, a wet mark was left.

"Yeah, we won!" Nakamaki Miyoko shouted happily.

Beiyuan touched his face and rubbed off a little red. He was not at all embarrassed by being kissed on the face by a woman. Instead, he laughed softly.

After Nakamaki Miyoko was happy, she said to him guiltily: "Sorry, I kissed you by accident."

"But it was only the face that was kissed, not the mouth. I still need to be careful about the limits, Senior."

Kitahara shook his head: "Actually, Senior, you don't need to be so cautious. Even if I kiss you, I won't say anything."

"After all, you are such a charming person."

He showed an admiring look, like a boy in love.

"Oh, that's annoying! Stop talking nonsense." Nakamaki Miyoko laughed. "Even an old woman like me would take it seriously."

"Old? Twenty-three, just graduated, isn't that just right for me?" Kitahara pretended to be confused.

"Little mouth is so sweet."

Nakamaki Miyoko hugged him happily, and her own melon pressed tightly against Kitahara's arm. Even without measuring it with his hands, he could feel the softness inside.

She let go of his hand and sighed: "But I still feel that we are not suitable."

A gleam of light flashed in Kitahara's eyes.

After being given enough benefits, she started asking for things.

"I'm at working age now. I have family pressure and work pressure," Nakamaki Miyoko whispered, "I wish you were a few years older."

"Pressure?" Beiyuan looked puzzled.

"I don't really understand what you're talking about. After all, I've suffered the most since I was a child."

“It’s an iced Americano.”

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(End of this chapter)