Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 51: Inside the car. Senior. Welfare
The anti-peeping mirror of this Mercedes-Benz is well made. No matter what is happening inside, it cannot be seen clearly from outside. Nakamaki Miyoko closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became faster. After a while, her face became moisturized. She leaned her face to the other side and put her legs together.

"Senior, you don't want to be threatened by an old man over fifty years old, right?" Kitahara whispered. He grabbed Nakamaki Miyoko's hand and pulled it hard, instantly pulling the female college student into his arms.

"Well what are you going to do?"

A trace of panic flashed in Nakamaki Miyoko's eyes, and her soft voice trembled a little.

Now she was completely exhausted and could only breathe out hot air while looking into his eyes.

"You want money, right?" Kitahara said gently, "Can you close your eyes?"

"No, you can't."

Nakamaki Miyoko's chest suddenly began to breathe harder, rising and falling violently. Suddenly she remembered something and begged desperately, "There are people outside who will see me."

"It's okay, they don't dare to look any further."

"I am afraid."

Although Nakamaki Miyoko often teases boys, this is her first time to have such close contact with a man. She was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she took a deep breath and suppressed her inner anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything, trust me."

Looking at the boy's gentle eyes, Nakamaki Miyoko pursed her lips and closed her eyes silently.

"That"

Kitahara looked at her soft lips and kissed her.

Nakamaki Midori let out a moan, and her originally tense body softened.

My senior sister's lipstick is matcha flavored
A thought flashed through Kitahara's mind, and then the unique body fragrance of Nakamaki Miyoko came to him. She was very awkward, completely different from her skilled teasing words, just like a girl who had just fallen in love for the first time.

In the silent car, the heater flowed quietly, and besides that, there was the sweet breeze coming from the strong woman's heavy breathing.

Unlike the strong perfume on her body, this smell was more like a mixture of milk and honey, with a hint of mint in the middle, a sweet smell. Nakamaki Miyoko swallowed and felt a little sweat on the back of her neck.

She was a little hot, and the carefully applied lipstick was eaten up in her mouth under the exchange.

Nakamaki Midori unconsciously put her arms around Kitahara's neck. Her head was so dizzy that she didn't even notice that the buttons of her suit had been opened silently.

He licked his lips and leaned forward.

"Please don't, please don't." Nakamaki Miyoko suddenly woke up, looked at the boy who buried his head in her neck, and cried from her throat.

She really hasn't experienced it yet.

No matter how wandering you are, you still want to have a complete and suitable place.

But the next second, Nakamaki Miyoko's eyes widened.

Beiyuan is like a newborn cub.

Nakamaki Miyoko tried to push him away, but her arms were weak and she could only look at him.

"Well."

The body is heating up, and it seems that Nakamaki Midori has a fever.

after awhile.

She unconsciously put her arms around Kitahara's head, her eyes were blurry, and she had completely given up thinking.

Not long after, a thin layer of mist appeared on the mirror next to Miyoko Nakamaki. It was so light that it could be wiped off with a light wipe.

A few minutes later, Nakamaki Miyoko held Kitahara's face, pursed her lips, and said pitifully: "Stinky brother, let's go down. It's not good here."

"Um"

"Senior sister is so cooperative with me, of course I am satisfied."

Beiyuan was in a good mood. After finishing his meal, he even had the leisure to observe his surroundings. He saw the female salesperson standing not far away with a strange expression on her face.

These two people have been in there for so long, what are they doing?
Nakamaki Miyoko was also good at observing people's expressions and guessed their thoughts at a glance. Her face turned even redder, like a ripe peach. Her heart was in turmoil and her hands became soft.

Sudden.

Nakamaki Miyoko widened her eyes and looked at Kitahara in astonishment.

His hands are so excessive!

"Junior." Nakamaki Miyoko looked at Kitahara with shame and anger.

At present, the car is not theirs and Beiyuan has not paid for it, which means that someone will come in later to check the performance and will only deliver it after confirming that it is correct.

But what would they think of her if they saw the 'sweat stains' on the passenger seat?

It is true that Nakamaki Miyoko is a gold digger, but she also values appearances. Calculating her age, she is only 24 years old this year, having just entered society and is still a shy person. Although she looks mature like a queen, she still has a bit of a girlish heart.

Under the pleading of Nakamaki Miyoko, Kitahara finally withdrew his hand.

"Senior, you haven't had a boyfriend yet?" He was a little surprised.

Because Nakamaki Miyoko's reaction was a bit big, it seemed that she was more innocent than I thought,

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Nakamaki Miyoko gave him an indignant look and said angrily, "No."

"Aren't there a lot of people chasing after you? You haven't dated any one in college?" Beiyuan lay in the large armchair and closed his eyes comfortably.

It feels so good to do some unconventional things in such a luxury car!
Isn't that what you buy a car for?

"Men in college aren't worth dating." Nakamaki Miyoko glared at him. "They have no ambition, no money, and even ordinary personalities. Their gentleness leads to nothing."

The type of person who is really useful to her is exactly the type like Kitahara.

It is undeniable that he is indeed a scumbag, but it is not difficult for Nakamaki Miyoko to get along with him. Everyone knows that they pay for goods and there is no emotional connection.
This is good.

For a woman like her who longs for career, money and power, Kitahara is the perfect partner.

"Well, do I have it?" Kitahara suddenly became interested.

"you?"

Nakamaki Midori gave him a sideways glance and curled her lips.

Have.

But I won't say it.

Beiyuan shrugged: "Okay, let's stop here. The heating in here is too strong, my back is getting wet, and it's not good to be misunderstood later."

After saying that, he pushed open the car door and got out.

Nakamaki Midori was stunned. She touched her neck and found it was wet with sweat. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

"Hey! Don't go down!"

She shouted to Kitahara, "Wait a minute."

But Kitahara didn't stop at all, and his heartless look made Nakamaki Miyoko grit her teeth.

This little pervert just left after having his fun, without caring about his own life or death.

Looking at the saleswoman walking around the window with a tentative look on her face, Nakamaki Miyoko snorted coldly, took out a tissue to wipe the sweat off her face, and then sprayed perfume into the car. Only after doing all this did she come out.

“How was your experience?”

While the saleswoman was speaking to Kitahara, her eyes were always wandering over Nakamaki Midoriko. This queen-like beauty had her hair wet with sweat, and even the hem of her skirt was a little messy, and it looked like something had happened.

The saleswoman smiled but said nothing, looking at Beiyuan quietly.

Beiyuan also smiled at her: "Not bad, I am very satisfied."

Hearing this, Nakamaki Miyoko, who had just gotten off the car, raised her beautiful eyes and stared at Kitahara fiercely, wishing she could tear this man in half.

Seeing this, the female salesperson showed a look of understanding.

I can place an order today.

You two have had enough fun in the car, so there's no reason not to buy it, right?
Don’t bully honest people!

She had no way of explaining to her boss that a car of this level had gotten dirty!

"Do you have any configuration requirements?" the saleswoman asked with a smile.

"this."

Beiyuan pondered for a while, but had no idea. He bought the Mercedes-Benz just because of the logo on it. As for the configuration, it really didn't matter to him.

The province should spend its time.

The woman who can get into this car, Kitahara probably doesn’t have any good stuff.

There is no need to spend this wasted money.

So, after understanding the situation, Kitahara happily went through the process.

(End of this chapter)