Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 57 It’s late at night

The TV was still rustling, the sound of rain was quiet outside the window, the lights in the living room seemed a little dimmer, and even the environment inside seemed obscure. Only the bright moonlight came in through the curtains.

Kitahara listened to Sato Sayuri's words and couldn't help but look up and look at her. Sato Sayuri lowered her head, and her soft breasts pressed against her pajamas, leaving a beautiful mark.

You're smiling, but why do you look so sad?
He opened his mouth, knowing that he had hurt her feelings, and the dirty words at this moment seemed more like a cover for the pain in his heart than desire.

At this time, you should not obey her.

But
apologize.

"sorry."

"I shouldn't have said that."

You should apologize when you should. There is nothing wrong with admitting it.

Sayuri Sato's dignity was insulted. If Kitahara really listened to her, it would only make their relationship more chaotic and tangled. People should be able to get along with each other more simply.

Respecting each other is the best outcome.

Sato Sayuri's eyes trembled, her expression became increasingly complicated, and she quickly turned her head to look at the scattered banknotes on the table.

The borrowed money, like self-esteem, fell in a mess on the table.

She didn't want Kitahara to see her inner sadness. After all, she was more than ten years older than Kitahara. It was really funny that a woman who was almost thirty was still so psychologically fragile.

But she really didn't grow up much.

Sayuri Sato was taught to be independent and self-reliant since she was a child. Her mother put all the responsibilities on her, but gave her love to her younger brother. Sayuri Sato really hopes to be coaxed and cared for when she makes mistakes, but she is the eldest sister and is born to take care of her family's emotions.

She lived cautiously at home and carried pressure since she was a child. It was even more so when she entered society.
On countless nights, Sayuri Sato would always wake up in shock. The tremendous pressure caused her stomach to hurt, and she couldn't help but go to the toilet to vomit. Becoming an adult is really a very difficult thing.

Sayuri Sato attaches great importance to Kitahara and even regards him as her spiritual sustenance at one point. Although he sometimes goes a little too far and likes to play tricks on her, the comfort and emotional value he gives her are real.

Sayuri Sato was able to ignore the gazes of others and all the fears, and cried freely in Kitahara's arms because she knew that this would be her safe haven.

So when Kitahara rejected her kindness, Sato Sayuri's first reaction was rage.

Everything she had, all her hopes, even her self-esteem, was destroyed.

Then she became hysterical and wanted to destroy this white moonlight. But when Sato Sayuri really calmed down, she chose to escape, to hide the pain and lick her wounds alone.

"fine."

Sayuri Sato whispered, "It's my fault."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Kitahara frowned and looked at the cold beauty: "Why do you want Sayuri to apologize?"

"I'm sorry." Sayuri Sato lowered her voice.

"Is this what you should say?" Bei Yuan was a little angry. "At this moment, shouldn't you be pointing at my head and scolding me loudly, just like when we first met!"

Sayuri Sato looked at him silently, her eyes gradually turning red. She thought to herself that she was such a weak woman. Why did she cry whenever something happened?
But she was an adult and had learned to hide her emotions, so she just lowered her eyes and said, "No matter what, I am your teacher. It is wrong to say such things to you. Forget it and pretend I never said it."

"forget?"

Kitahara said seriously, "I won't forget it. I remember it clearly. This is evidence that Mr. Sato harassed his students. I will use it to threaten you from time to time in the future."

"Why are you so mean?" Sato Sayuri pouted and looked at him aggrievedly.

"sorry."

“But I actually wanted to say.”

Kitahara thought for a moment and said, "I really like the gift. It's very good and suits me very well, but I didn't know how to express my gratitude, so I used the wrong method."

Seeing him trying hard to find words and express his shame, Sayuri Sato first smiled imperceptibly, and then her mood became inexplicable. She seemed to be being treated like a child again?

coax.

This word is not good for adults. After all, adults who can be coaxed are considered giant babies.

But Sayuri Sato prefers this way of getting along. She is a child who never grows up. She wants to be taken care of and comforted. She pursed her lips and stared at Kitahara, the gentle white moonlight, without blinking.

The moon is very round tonight. Although not as round as the full moon on the 15th, his profile is illuminated by the moonlight, looking silvery white, giving him a cartoon-like feeling.

"You should live a happier life." Beiyuan lowered his head and whispered softly, "Don't give yourself up blindly. People in this society are very bad, including your family and me. You can only rely on yourself."

"Just smile more often, and you'll look good, Sayuri."

"."

Sato Sayuri took a deep breath, and a wave of emotion surged from the bottom of her heart, finally turning into silent drops of water.

She was already lost in her emotions.

Kitahara's words were very ordinary, just common truths that can be found everywhere on the Internet, but with his gentle voice and concerned gaze, Sato Sayuri felt uncomfortable all over.

Bit sad.

Sato Sayuri felt her breathing stagnate as she was overwhelmed by the overwhelming grievances. She lowered her head and muttered to herself, "My mother called me yesterday and said that I didn't take good care of my brother and that he was bullied by others."

"You've done very well. You're a good sister."

"They're renovating their house in Kyoto and want me to send them some money, but I really don't have a cent. I can't even afford to eat right now."

"I have it, I'll give it to you."

"My mother talked to me a lot, but she didn't ask me if I was doing well in Tokyo."

"are you happy?"

Sayuri Sato tilted her head back, her eyes reddening a little: "I'm not happy at all. Life here is so hard. I want to go home. I want to find a boy I like and fall in love with him."

Beiyuan was silent for a moment, thinking for a long time, and then slowly said: "I think love is not a two-way street, but..."

"I don't really care about love, or rather, I have a broad mind."

"So, maybe I can help you a little."

Sayuri Sato raised her face and said, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"No, I'm just teasing you."

"I don't want you to coax me."

Sayuri Sato's voice was a little hoarse. She didn't want to cry, but Kitahara always made her lose control of her emotions time and time again. Sayuri Sato did not hide her sadness. She lowered her head and wiped her cheeks with her pajamas.

There were a few water marks on the white pajamas. Beiyuan took a look and took out a few tissues and handed them over.

There was silence for several minutes.

Sayuri Sato doesn't cry loudly when she is sad. On the contrary, she behaves very calmly, and only when tears run down her cheeks does her inner sadness show.

Finally, after wiping with the last tissue, Sato Sayuri looked up, smiled bitterly and said thank you.

She murmured to herself, "It must be very embarrassing for me to be like this, right?"

Not will.

It just needs to be changed.

Beiyuan stood up, took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet and placed it in front of her.

"You were drunk tonight, so your emotions were a little out of control. The power of alcohol is terrible."

Sayuri Sato was stunned and didn't understand what he meant at first, but then she suddenly understood.

Kitahara found an excuse for himself.

one.
A reason to cry out loud and indulge.

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips, tilted her head back and smiled, "Yeah, alcohol is really scary."

Beiyuan opened the bottle and poured her a glass, but she propped her chin up with both hands, with a sly look in her beautiful eyes: "But it's a bit boring to drink alone. It would be great if someone could accompany me."

"Drinking companionship is a paid service."

"Teacher, you have plenty of money." Beiyuan poured himself a glass and said to her, "Obedience is worse than respect."

Sayuri Sato looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Kitahara didn't know much about red wine, but he felt that it was not good. Perhaps to cover up her inner shame, Sayuri Sato drank very quickly, almost a tael in two or three sips. She was afraid that she would be drunk in no time.

But it’s understandable.

It is really inappropriate to cry like this in front of students. If she could give herself a reason, Sato Sayuri would definitely choose to hold on tightly.

She was just tired, drunk, and out of control.

That's it.

Beiyuan had no intention of exposing her. After all, the female teacher was under too much psychological pressure and really needed to vent. But after thinking about it, he felt that this was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

Just like Senkawa, Sayuri Sato was greatly influenced by her original family. As long as she was dragged down by her family, she could not escape from suffering.

Find some time to visit her family.

"Go to the toilet"

Sayuri Sato drank until her cheeks turned red and she felt a little tipsy. Finally, she couldn't help but speak.

"Go ahead." Kitahara nodded.

Sayuri Sato went to the bathroom and took a deep breath. Although the alcohol entered her brain and gradually numbed her emotions, the embarrassing appearance just now still lingered deeply in her mind.

I cried in front of my students.
Although it wasn’t the first time, it was the first time I cried for so long and so embarrassingly.

Sayuri Sato stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were also red, but it didn't look ugly. Instead, she looked like a beautiful woman with fallen petals.

I washed my face and took a deep breath.

“Be happy.”

【Ding-ling-ling】

The phone rings.

Sato Sayuri took a few glances and saw that it was A Guang calling.

She pursed her lips and picked up the phone.

"Sister, I have no money."

"Can you give me some more in a couple of days?"

Sato Hikaru spoke in a low voice, but waited for a long time without getting a response from his sister.

He couldn't help but raise the volume: "Sister, are you listening?"

After a few seconds, or maybe a dozen seconds, a woman's faint voice was heard.

"A Guang, I've already given you all the money this month."

"Don't come looking for me, okay?"

"Borrow some more from someone," Sato Hikaru said in a low voice, looking at the woman with half her breasts exposed in the nightclub, he was confused and fascinated. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't you have a friend? Borrow some from her, it's okay."

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips, feeling a little lost again.

Where can she borrow it?
Should I talk to my bestie again? How could I have the nerve to do that?
Or, look for Beiyuan.
A trace of shame flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head to dismiss the idea. How could she borrow money from him?

Before the scolding came, Sato Sayuri hung up the phone.

She looked in the mirror and sighed deeply.

Maybe I shouldn't have answered the phone.

Only one lamp was left on in the living room.

When Sato Sayuri came back, Kitahara was drinking. He didn't drink fast, but just took small sips. Kitahara didn't like alcohol, but he didn't mind drinking a little when he had social events occasionally, just like at this moment, he felt he could drink.

He turned around and glanced at the cold teacher who was slowly walking towards him, and felt his breathing slow down a little.

Sayuri Sato was only wearing pajamas.

In the moonlight, her pretty face was fair, her hair was black, and she was wearing a milky white pajamas that outlined her plump and tall curves. The pajamas were simply tied with a ring at the chest, which was both concealing and revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Sayuri Sato has already washed up. She is wearing clothes from the Kitahara family. Although the material is very old, it fits her well, except that her chest is tight.

Her breasts were already plump, and the dress was a little small, so you could see the shape of her breasts even without the wind blowing.

Beiyuan was surprised for a moment and couldn't help swallowing, thinking, didn't I find underwear for her? Why didn't she wear it?
He subconsciously took a sip of wine, hoping to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

He had already eaten once in the afternoon.

The senior sister’s taste is very smooth.

But she doesn't seem mature enough, far inferior to this young and mature woman, the cold-faced female teacher.

Sayuri Sato is often mentioned in the class group.

She is most famous for her serious appearance, her personality, and her breasts that are so sexy that they make people drool.

The most crucial point is that she is the class teacher, which gives her a certain status advantage.

Sayuri Sato walked over with her hips swaying, her nightgown swaying gently, and the translucent material seemed to reveal the shape of the inside. This kind of skirt fits the figure very well.

She knelt in front of Beiyuan, very openly, her buttocks pressing against her legs, and her nightgown outlined a dry arc.

The blushing cheeks gave the beautiful teacher a unique charm, making her particularly attractive. Bei Yuan withdrew his gaze and thought to himself that the clothes might be too big for her. He should buy a set of women's pajamas in the future in case someone stayed overnight.

Beiyuan raised his wine glass and saw that her expression seemed to have returned to normal. He asked curiously, "Are you still drinking?"

"Drink a little."

Sato Sayuri forced a smile. Of course, she was not drunk, but she saw that there was still wine left in Kitahara's glass.

Alcohol is not meant to be drunk alone.

Drinking alone means that a person has something on his mind. Sayuri Sato used to go to bars in Shibuya to drink alone, but now she has completely quit drinking because it feels boring without anyone drinking.

Kitahara started talking casually, and heard his phone ding. He opened it but quickly turned off the screen.

Reina-chan: [Is Kitahara-kun here? I recently bought a new piece of clothing, can you help me take a look? ]

Reina-chan: [Picture]

Black over-the-knee stockings gently wrapped around the girl's fair and slender legs. She half leaned against the head of the bed with her knees together and raised. Her mysterious area was faintly visible under her pleated skirt. Her upper body was in a simple purple suspender nightgown.

Little Green Tea knows how to give out benefits, but the timing is not right now.

There was also a female teacher sitting next to him who needed comfort.

You must concentrate on what you are doing and not be distracted.

"There's a message, but you're not replying?" Sato Sayuri noticed something strange.

“Spam.”

Beiyuan turned off his phone casually, and became even more angry.

Although it is spring and cold at night, the heating in the living room is on high and the hair dryer is working without considering the electricity bill, so the living room is very stuffy. Sato Sayuri's swan neck, illuminated by the light, is covered with a thin layer of fragrant sweat.

The smell of shower gel and the woman's body fragrance wafted over naturally.

He stared at Sayuri Sato, and for no reason he thought of what the female teacher had just said.

"The teacher will give you a physiology lesson."

Although he knew it was just an angry remark, he felt a little itchy in his heart, and his gaze at Sato Sayuri became more direct.

It’s late at night, he thought.

　I originally planned to update only one chapter, but the plot here is more interesting if it is coherent. So I changed it to a single update tomorrow.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)