Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Everything that has been done so far in Chapter 41, right?

The Hilton Hotel in Shinjuku costs 400,000 yen a night. Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the bustling Tokyo.

Hotel entrance.

A man and a woman, two people dressed as students walked into the hotel and attracted many people's attention.

The girl's clothes were worn out, and there was still mud on her face. Although her face was pretty, she looked cheap no matter how you looked at her. She was like the girl on the streets of Okubo who had just graduated and had chosen this dark path out of financial pressure.

Qianchuan Liangxiang lowered her head, clenched her hands, and almost pressed her body against Beiyuan. She didn't dare to look up, and just looked at the light reflected from the floor tiles, knowing that this place was not something she could afford.

Kitahara came to the front desk.

"I'm Kitahara, the one who just booked the room."

The receptionist was wearing a professional outfit and looked at the young and wealthy boy in front of her with admiration.

While there weren't a shortage of handsome, wealthy boyfriends in Tokyo, each one was a scarce resource. Hoping to catch Kitahara's eye, she smiled and said, "Hello, here's your room card. Enjoy your stay. Feel free to call me if you need anything."

As she spoke, she bent down and handed over a business card.

Kitahara reached out to take it, and when he looked down, he saw a bottomless ravine, and his snow-white cleavage was exposed.

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Senkawa Ryoka took a few glances and felt a chill in her heart.

The women in Tokyo are so scary!
She noticed the gaze of the receptionist. Although it was just a quick glance, she could feel the contempt in the other person's eyes. Qianchuan Liangxiang gritted her teeth, feeling that her self-esteem was challenged, and she straightened her chest.

duang~
Although it is also very big, it is covered tightly and is not convincing at all. Moreover, the clothes are dirty, which seriously affects the appearance.

The receptionist burst out laughing.

Qianchuan opened his mouth, and his self-esteem was hit again.

hateful
This nasty woman.

Beiyuan didn't notice his girlfriend's thoughts. He took the room card and left, and on the way he didn't forget to turn back and call Qianchuan.

Entered the elevator.

Kitahara threw the business card away.

Qianchuan took a look, stepped on it silently a few times, and then kicked it to a place where Kitahara couldn't see it.

"Do you meet people like this every day?"

“There will be some harassment.”

Beiyuan said casually: "But don't pay attention to her. People like her may look bright and beautiful on the surface, but who knows what kind of illness they may have behind the scenes."

"Ah."

Qianchuan nodded and silently gave Kitahara a thumbs up.

Although I still don't understand why Kitahara likes me, but at present, he is a "clean" person, and the probability of him cheating is very low. Even if he does, Qianchuan probably can't do anything about it, but this is already good enough.

but
Why does he like himself?
Senkawa Ryoka secretly looked at Kitahara, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. There were so many girls in Tokyo, and many of them had good figures. What was it about her that made him interested in her?

Ding--

The elevator reached the 30th floor.

There was no room on the top floor, so Kitahara settled for the next best thing and chose a room slightly lower.

As for why buy here.

Because I have money, I spend it.

capricious.

When the two walked into the room, the spacious room immediately caught their attention. In addition to the warm and soft bed, the most eye-catching thing was the magnificent night view outside the window.

Kitahara walked forward and observed the city. Shinjuku is known as the city that never sleeps.

So even at twelve o'clock, the sky was still filled with neon lights. The bright lights kept changing in his eyes, like planes with flashing red lights, passing through the clouds as if they were invisible.

This is a very cyberpunk picture.

"What a nice view."

Senkawa Ryoka was lying in front of the window, almost sticking her whole body to it, her eyes filled with a dazed look.

She never thought that there would be a day when she would come here to stay. She thought that this kind of scene would make her regret-free in her life. Qianchuan Liangxiang looked away and met Kitahara's gaze. Her face turned red and she turned away silently.

Next.
Is it time to get down to business?

Senkawa Ryoka whispered, "I don't have a change of clothes. Can you ask the front desk to bring me one?"

In addition to this work uniform, her bag also contains her school uniform. If it gets dirty, she doesn’t know whether it can be washed clean the next day.
“It seems there is one inside.”

Kitahara noticed there was a clothes hanger and opened it casually. There were not many clothes inside, just three or two pajamas, which were very loose and of good quality.

"Wear this"

Senkawa Ryoka paused, looking embarrassed. The hotel pajamas looked very soft and high-end, but there was no bra or underwear inside. If she decided to wear it, she would be naked when she walked out of the bathroom.

The mood of deciding to do something and actually doing it are completely different.

"You're not going to take a shower?"

Seeing her standing there, Bei Yuan couldn't help but say, "If you don't wash, don't get in bed tonight. I'm a bit of a germaphobe and don't like the smell of you."

Qianchuan smelled of izakaya smoke. Kitahara did not discriminate against workers, he just simply liked cleanliness. Besides, the smell of barbecue next to him when he was sleeping made it a little difficult to sleep.

But his words, to Qianchuan's ears, sounded like an ultimatum of command.

"If you don't wash it, get out."

Qianchuan closed his eyes and silently took off his clothes, revealing his inner clothes.

Kitahara looked over with interest.

He is not a eunuch and is at an age where he is interested in girls, so he will naturally look at them.

The girlfriend's bra is pure white, with a double-button structure. It can only be unfastened from the back. However, from the front, her breasts are so high that she is at the dazzling age, well-developed, and looks quite pleasing to the eye.

He was about to call out to ask Qianchuan to turn around, but he saw her shoulders trembling slightly.

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Very soft crying sound.

It seemed to be subtle, but Kitahara heard it.

Beiyuan frowned, calmed himself down, and walked up to Qianchuan. His girlfriend pursed her lips, her eyes were red, and a little bit of crystal liquid slid down from the corners of her eyes, along her cheeks, and fell on her shoulders.

Her emotions were a little out of control.

"sorry"

Senkawa Ryoka noticed Kitahara's gaze, quickly turned her head away, wiped away her tears, and pretended not to care and said, "I just remembered something, sorry."

Kitahara stared at her quietly. Even without looking at her favorability, he understood what she was thinking.

Qianchuan Liangxiang's dignity is being broken bit by bit
She was just crying for herself.

From a person, he became a commodity, a tool for indulgence.

Kitahara began to review what he had done.

Everything he did did help Senkawa Ryoka, and that was an undeniable fact, and she didn't feel dissatisfied.
However, when she was faced with everything, she suddenly remembered that she was not a human being, but a commodity, a beautiful vase, standing beside Beiyuan for his enjoyment.
Is this right?
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(End of this chapter)