Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 42: Let’s develop into a wife!
Kitahara cannot deny that there are women in the world who are willing to be objectified.

But this does not include Qianchuan, she has been dignified from the beginning
I work part-time to pay back the money as soon as possible.

She initially rejected his love, but she couldn't bear her family's poverty and finally chose to accept it.

"Put your clothes on."

He spoke calmly.

"I can do it." Qianchuan panicked, tears streaming down his face, his expression anxious, like an abandoned puppy: "Please don't chase me away, I can do it, please."

Her family, her father, were all waiting for money to save them.

If I were abandoned by Beiyuan.

Then she really had no choice but to sell herself out.
The more Qianchuan Liangxiang thought about it, the more anxious she became. Her delicate little face was gradually wet with tears. She sniffed and almost collapsed emotionally.

"Put your clothes on."

Kitahara repeated, "That's what I meant."

Senkawa Ryoka looked at him stubbornly, without moving, and even wanted to unbutton her clothes, but her hands were held down by Kitahara.

"Disobedient?"

"I'll be obedient," Qianchuan said hoarsely, "Don't chase me away, okay?"

Seeing this, Kitahara slowed down his voice.

"I won't chase you away."

"I brought you to the hotel because no one at home cares about you, and it's too late, so I found a hotel to sleep in for one night."

"But, this is a very high-end hotel." Qianchuan choked up a little: "Equivalent exchange, you brought me here, you must want to exchange, I know what you want."

"Four hundred thousand yen a night is really expensive."

In Japan, this price can be said to be sky-high. On the one hand, Kitahara wants to enjoy the sins of capitalism, and on the other hand, he also wants to give Chikawa a hint.

We're staying in such an expensive hotel, so it's okay for me to do something, right?
But he didn't mean to force anyone.

After all, this exchange was one-sided from the beginning, and Qianchuan did not agree to it.

So, Beiyuan nodded and said, "You are right, I need you to do something for me. I will not suffer any loss when doing things."

"But before that, I need to explain that I don't mean to ask you to sacrifice yourself."

Qianchuan hesitated and slowly loosened her hand. She looked up at Beiyuan and asked, "What should I do for you?"

"First, go take a shower. I'm very sensitive to smells. If the person next to me has a bad smell, I won't be able to sleep at night." Beiyuan's attitude was very serious: "So, don't cry, or I really have to leave."

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Is that right
Qianchuan lowered his head and sniffed. Besides the smell of barbecue, there was also a strong smell of cigarette smoke.
She doesn't smoke, but her customers do, and over time she got addicted. Seeing Kitahara's disgusted look, Qianchuan realized that she had misunderstood.

It turned out that he had no intention of driving me away, he just thought I smelled bad. Although this also hurt my self-esteem, it was much better than what he did just now when he just treated me as a plaything.

When Qianchuan thought about how he had thought of Kitahara as a bad guy, he bent down, full of guilt: "I'm sorry!"

Kitahara lowered her head. Her movements were powerful and her sincerity was evident, causing her breasts to sway constantly.

He couldn't help but nod in approval.

Well, very energetic!

Qianchuan noticed his gaze and quickly stood up, covering her clothes with her hands, her face full of shame. Although Beiyuan clearly did not mean that, no one could say for sure. What if he was blinded by desire?
Qianchuan knew how good her figure was, and she must absolutely avoid any actions that would make Kitahara excited.

"Then I'll go take a shower first."

Senkawa Ryoka whispered.

"Go quickly."

Seeing that she had adjusted herself, Kitahara breathed a sigh of relief.

He needs to adjust himself.

If Qianchuan is prepared, Beiyuan doesn't mind satisfying his physical needs here.

But he won't force others to do anything they don't want to do.

Especially for a pure and innocent girl like this, what's the difference between this and forcing a good girl into prostitution?

Money is good, but it cannot be used to corrupt people's hearts.

Just as he was thinking, Senkawa Ryoka looked at the pajamas in the closet, gritted her teeth, and pulled them into the bathroom. She had made a decision. Since she was already here, she might as well be brave.

Let Kitahara see enough.

Behind her is a family on the verge of collapse.

Now, it's time to pay.
The bathroom is made of translucent glass, and both the inside and the outside are blurry.

After putting her clothes away, Ryoka Senkawa looked out through the glass and saw Kitahara standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She pursed her lips. This boyfriend was nice, but he just liked to see her shy.

Of course, if he wanted to look, Qianchuan wouldn't be angry, but she was only a girl of seventeen or eighteen, and she would definitely be shy if someone stared at her.
If it were someone else, she would have been furious by now and would not have stood there obediently for others to watch.

The warm bath water fell, taking away the girl's fatigue.

Senkawa Ryoka sighed comfortably, feeling that it was a blessing in life to be able to take such a hot bath after work.

At the same time, she was also curious about why Kitahara called her over.

He's not doing that kind of thing, is he just showing off his wealth?
Thinking back to Kitahara's 40 million yen in savings, Senkawa felt a twinge of envy. Based on her current income, it would take her twenty years to earn that much, and yet Kitahara was planning to use it to buy a car. She didn't recognize the model of the Mercedes, but she had occasionally heard of it. Before her father became seriously ill, friends and family had boasted about it.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand what rich people do.

Qianchuan washed herself very clean. The hotel here was the best. Whether it was shower gel, shampoo, or skin care products, they were all brands she had never heard of. She wanted to buy every one of them.

After taking a shower and blowing his hair, Qianchuan looked at the time. It was now 12:30 in the evening. It was usually around this time when he rode his bike home after work.

My phone was in my bag and it had never rung.

Mother, have you ever thought of calling me and asking if I am safe?

Qianchuan sighed.

He will call me when he is short of money.

"finished Wash?"

Only then did she notice that Beiyuan was calling her, and she hurried over and appeared in front of Beiyuan neatly.

After taking a shower, Qianchuan had a pleasant smell on his body, his skin was white, his teeth were white, his eyes were bright, and his lips were as soft as jelly, as if juice could be squeezed out with a light pinch.
Female high school students of this age can be beautiful even without makeup.

She was wearing pajamas from the hotel, which were loose and soft. A belt was lightly tied around her waist with a bow on it. Just reaching out and pulling it gently would untie the girl's defenses and reveal her beautiful body.

Beiyuan approached her and lowered his head for a kiss. Qianchuan blushed but did not dodge.

Girls' lips are really soft.

This thought flashed through Kitahara's eyes, and he looked down. Qianchuan closed his eyes tightly, leaving his eyes wide open.

Light breaths passed between their necks.

I don’t know if it’s the heating or the temperature between them.

After a moment, their lips parted.

Senkawa Ryoka wiped the crystal from the corner of her mouth, her eyes flashed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Kitahara's gaze, and she silently turned her head away.

Kitahara lowered his head and sniffed, checking at her neck to see if she had washed herself clean.

The conclusion is full marks.

My girlfriend has a light floral scent on her body.

It wasn't strong, but very elegant. Beiyuan nodded in satisfaction, reached out and hugged her, lowered his head and said:
"good."

"This brand smells good. You should wash like this from now on. If you don't have money, ask me and I'll give it to you." Kitahara instructed, "You must take a shower before going to school every day. I'll check it at all times."

"Oh"

Qianchuan answered cautiously. She didn't know how much this shower gel cost, but she knew it was very expensive at first glance.

But Kitahara is rich, so he doesn't care.

He just wants his girlfriend to smell good so that he can give her a good sniff every day like he would a cat.

That's it.

"You can wash my clothes. If they're not dry yet, take them back to dry in the sun and give them to me when they're ready." Kitahara took off the brand-name clothes he had just bought in the afternoon. They were stained with oil and had become dirty.

Qianchuan hummed obediently, took it in his hand, and looked down: "That."

"what?"

"Would you like to take off your pants? I'll wash them for you."

Beiyuan pondered for a while and remembered his mission.

Bringing Qianchuan to the hotel was the first step, which was obviously completed. The second step was just to teach him a lesson.
Just a word of warning.

Beiyuan doesn't think the word "lesson" is dirty. It is only related to the trivial things between men and women. It can also represent many things, such as character.

Qianchuan has a good personality.

Be positive and strive for self-improvement.

Although her face is cold and she looks like a delinquent, once you peel off the gauze, you can see her beautiful side.

What Kitahara has to do is to completely leave his own mark on her beautiful side.

In other words, artificially adding a layer of character.

He really admires the gentleness and generosity of the wives in Japanese dramas.

Kitahara felt that if Qianchuan could develop in this direction while maintaining his original intention, then it would be perfect. Naturally, he didn't need to be like this to everyone, but only to him.

Beiyuan raised his head and asked softly: "Besides pants, there are other things that need your help to wash."

Looking at Kitahara's gaze, Senkawa Ryoka swallowed and closed her eyes as if accepting her fate.

"I know."

"Give me a back rub."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)