Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 60

Physiology class.
What Kitahara said was undoubtedly provocative. They were a single man and a single woman, and their posture was even more ambiguous, with their chests pressed against each other's backs.

What's more important is that Sayuri Sato is still sitting on Kitahara. Sayuri Sato's heart is beating like a bell and drum. She never thought that things would turn out like this.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have said that.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the moonlight was charming, falling on the female teacher's black hair, making her look radiant.

Kitahara tilted his head back, breathing a little heavier. The red wine he had just drunk was like fuel, fueling the flames in his heart. Sayuri Sato was too close. She had a good figure to begin with, and looking from the back, a touch of snow and cream appeared directly in front of him.

Sayuri Sato also has a pear-shaped figure, and is even more charming than the female bank manager. Her hips are wide, but her waist is not particularly wide, which makes the visual effect extremely shocking.

The two petals were spread out flat, fitting his waist almost perfectly, even a little wider.

The impact must have felt wonderful.

At this time, Sayuri Sato was pressing on him from back to front, with her long, clear black hair falling like a waterfall, and her snow-white breasts formed an alluring curve by her pajamas.

Very good gun mount.

When Sayuri Sato heard the breathing sound, she felt ashamed and was a little at a loss for a moment.

As time passed, the female teacher regained some of her sanity and said in a whisper: "I don't know, let go first."

She twisted her hips uncomfortably, and Sato Sayuri lowered her head, feeling increasingly embarrassed.

"Close your eyes."

"don't want."

"Be good, Sayuri."

The atmosphere was ignited, and Sayuri Sato's originally tense body softened, and a complicated expression quickly appeared on her face.

"don't want."

She seemed to know what was going to happen next, but she lowered her head shyly and closed her eyes as if it was a female instinct.

Kitahara leaned over.

When their lips touched, Sayuri Sato let out an uncontrollable moan, opened her watery eyes, and looked at Kitahara quietly, as if she was moved, but also as if she was resisting.

She felt that the lipstick she had just applied was eaten, and her lips were attacked. Sato Sayuri's eyes were misty, as if stained with a layer of gray.

What's more, he was unbuttoning his clothes.

A trace of panic flashed in Sato Sayuri's eyes, because this pajamas only had four buttons, and Kitahara had already unbuttoned the bottom two, revealing her snow-white belly. If she unbuttoned any more, it would be... She held Kitahara's hand and spoke in a panic.

“No, I’m your teacher.”

"Don't untie your clothes"

"please."

These demands don't seem to be an obstacle, but rather an encouragement.

Her tone was much lowered, completely lacking her usual toughness.

If it was the female teacher who was very decisive in class, who gave him orders in an unquestionable voice, Kitahara might have respected her.

But at this moment, Kitahara gave her another gentle kiss.

Sayuri Sato closed her eyes, and the uneasiness in her heart eased a little, and she looked up awkwardly.

At first, she was a little resistant, but then she quickly accepted it and even took the initiative. Kitahara was no longer proactive at this time. He kept a safe distance and let Sato Sayuri do what she wanted.

He looked at it quietly.

The female teacher was tilting her little face up, her lips slightly opening and closing, her chest rising and falling, and occasionally sticking out her tongue. Noticing that the rhythm was wrong, she opened her eyes, and a hint of strangeness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

what happened?
Kitahara was smiling.

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An intense feeling of shame surged into Sato Sayuri's heart. Her eyes trembled, and she was somewhat unbelievable about her own initiative.

Sayuri Sato gently pushed Kitahara, and seemed a little embarrassed and annoyed, pushed him away, and exhaled deeply through her mouth.

"bad guy"

"Then are you still going to kiss?" Kitahara was no longer in a hurry and looked at Sato Sayuri with interest.

The latter pouted her lips, thinking that Beiyuan was going too far. Did she ever ask for kissing or not?

just
Although Sayuri Sato was very dissatisfied, she was reluctant to leave. She rolled her eyes charmingly.

The bright red at the corners of her lips made Bei Yuan's heart tighten.

goblin.

I must take her down tonight.

Kitahara picked up Sayuri Sato and let her sit on his lap. The cold female teacher was reluctant at first, but when Kitahara looked up at her, she softened her heart. She tidied her messy hair, then bent down and took the initiative to greet him.

If that's all for tonight, then...
Let it be.

Kitahara felt completely different when he saw Sayuri Sato, who had gone from being rebellious to being peaceful and even submitting to him at one point.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or something else, like making her cool and noble face gasp and blush, or watching her long black hair flying up and down.
In short, a favorability level of 70 has reached the level of lovers.

It's normal for lovers to do something.

Kitahara will not miss any girl who loves him, even if she is a dozen years older than him.

Besides, who knows if Sato Sayuri will give herself another chance after tonight.

After all, she is an adult, not a little girl. She is much more mature when she is not drinking. In addition, her identity comes with taboos, and she will never take a step that crosses the red line.

so.
Don't miss out.

But Kitahara was still pulling. After all, judging from the beginning when she was unbuttoning her clothes, there was still a trace of resistance in her heart, so he just lowered his head and flirted with her gently.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

A faint thin line was pulled out by Sato Sayuri. Her eyes were blurred, and when she looked at Kitahara, her eyes were full of rippling spring water and continuous friendship.

The Kitahara energy she gained tonight was enough to last her for several months.

Kitahara stretched out his hand, and this time there was no need for any hint, Sayuri Sato naturally lay in his arms.

"It's so heavy, sister, let's change places." He lowered his head and rubbed his ears against hers.

"It's not that heavy. I keep in shape." The cold female teacher showed a resentful look, but did not refuse.

Kitahara picked her up and walked towards the bed.

On the way, he could clearly feel Sayuri Sato's body stiffen for a moment, and he quickly said, "I'm quite tired in the chair, the bed will be more comfortable."

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There was some fear in Sato Sayuri's eyes, she was a little scared.

bed.

The term seemed inappropriate as soon as it was mentioned, especially at the moment when there were only two of them in the room.

Sayuri Sato gently grasped Kitahara's shirt and reluctantly buried her head in his arms. "Why don't we go to the living room? I don't want to go to bed."

"Right here, I can't hold it anymore."

"You're going too far."

Sayuri Sato slapped him in shame and anger, not knowing whether it was because he teased her about being heavy or because he hugged her on the bed.

Beiyuan put her down and approached her.

Looking from above, the female teacher's hair was naturally disheveled, her delicate face had a hint of charm, and her eyes were so sticky that they were almost drawable.

"You're pressing on my hair," Sato Sayuri said softly, pouting her lips. "Sorry."

Kitahara moved his hand and half pressed his body on her. Sato Sayuri's breathing became a little faster and she felt a little strange.

She turned her face away: "I don't want to stay in bed."

"I'm tired of holding you."

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

"So you won't kiss me anymore?"

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Sayuri Sato lowered her head and stopped talking, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Beiyuan leaned down and put his hand close to her earlobe: "Let's continue."

The strong stimulation of the rubbing of ears made Sato Sayuri moan unconsciously. Her ears were very sensitive to begin with, and after feeling the almost imperceptible breeze, their vibrations were even more intense.

A pair of hands tightly grasped the bed sheet.

Sayuri Sato didn't dare to open her eyes, but just frowned and raised her lips.

Beiyuan was not in a hurry. He was the one who held the initiative at this moment. Being anxious would disrupt the rhythm. This young woman was obviously aroused, so he needed to slowly undress her.

He put his arms around Sayuri Sato's waist. The latter opened her eyes, glanced at him, and closed them again.

"Hurry up." The cold female teacher said sweetly.

"What do you mean faster?"

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Sayuri Sato gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with shame and anger. This bad guy had just said he wanted to continue, why was he playing the inch-stop game now?
She turned her head away angrily, closed her eyes and said nothing.

As if asleep.

A look of success flashed in Kitahara's eyes. He lowered his head and first touched her lips. Sato Sayuri cooperated with him naturally, but the next second the warmth shifted to her neck.

The collarbone is a very sensitive area.

Regardless of gender, everyone will feel something strange when being touched.

Sayuri Sato shrank back, covered her chest with her hands, and murmured "no".

She felt that Kitahara seemed a little dishonest, but he didn't make any big moves, so her resistance was not very strong.

Kitahara easily broke through her defenses.

next second.

The buttons were undone, revealing her snow-white skin and undulating breasts beneath her pajamas.

The moonlight is like water, flowing on the face of the cold beauty.

The blush on her face formed a sharp contrast with her delicate and frosty cheeks.

Kitahara unbuttoned the last button, leaving her pajamas open, half-exposed.

Sayuri Sato has a great figure.

Normally when I see her wearing a white shirt, I can vaguely imagine how huge the scale is, but only when the veil is completely lifted can I realize how barren my previous fantasy was.

Wide hips, thin waist, and straight chest.

This is a good figure for childbearing.

Sayuri Sato suddenly opened her eyes. She realized something was wrong, but the kiss came again. Her brain was dizzy, dopamine was constantly secreted, and the momentary joy suppressed her inner uneasiness.

However, a thought flashed through Sayuri's mind.

"How come he is so skilled?"

But because of the surge of emotions and the ability of sentiment to overwhelm all thoughts, Sato Sayuri's thoughts only existed for a moment and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

She was already immersed in it, firmly bound by the lies constructed by Kitahara.

He said just kissing
That shouldn't fool me.

The room was very quiet, which wasn't a good thing. The faint sound of rain could make people relax. Although the subtle sound of kissing could also make people feel confused and passionate, it seemed like something was missing.

Kitahara played a song.

Lisa Ono's Romance Latino (Romantic Carnival).

The gentle sounds of traditional Cuban folk songs echoed in the room, and Kitahara began to take off his pants.

Sayuri Sato's breathing quickened. Her emotions weren't as calm as they appeared, but rather turbulent, wavering between trusting Kitahara and distrusting him.
Here is the bed.

The room was very hot and the heater was on, so it was normal for him to want to take off his clothes after making out because it was really hot.

I was sweating too.

Sayuri Sato was not wearing much, but the physical contact between people always transfers heat, and his body temperature was too hot, so his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The thought flashed through my mind, followed by a huge sense of guilt.

She is now talking to Beiyuan, a boy who is more than ten years younger than her.
Complex emotions flowed in her eyes. Sato Sayuri wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved, her clothes fell off. She screamed and grabbed her clothes, feeling a little weak.

Kitahara noticed that her clothes had slipped off and couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at her.

In the cold winter.

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Sayuri Sato felt more and more uneasy. She looked up and said pitifully, "I'm more than ten years older than you, Yang Xi, don't."

Kitahara didn't say anything.

Sayuri Sato may not know how destructive this sentence is, and she not only failed to stop him.

Ten years older than me?
This age difference is what we want!

I just like mature women!
Even so, Kitahara still comforted her: "It's okay, I just want to kiss tonight, sister, you believe me."

"Really?" The cold female teacher said in a sweet and innocent voice from her throat, "If you lie to me, I will be angry."

"Ah."

After receiving another affirmative answer, the cold female teacher calmed down, a hint of shyness appearing on her face, "Then hurry up."

"Right away." Kitahara took off his shirt and leaned over to kiss her. Sato Sayuri moaned and symbolically pushed his chest with her hands, but quickly put her hands down and grabbed the bed sheets instead.

Women are really naive sometimes. They believe whatever the boy they like says. They may even ignore the surrounding environment and the space they are in.

But this simplicity needs atmosphere to set off
Kitahara's repeated kisses were all designed to break down Sayuri Sato's inner defenses bit by bit, and to conquer the city bit by bit. As long as there was a little bit of disharmony, it would be easy for her to escape.
Sayuri Sato is not a weak girl. She often goes to the gym to exercise and also knows judo. In terms of strength, the gap between the two may not be that big, but if they really want to resist, Sayuri Sato can run away quickly if she wants.

The reason why she was still willing to stay in the room was because she also had desires in her heart and wanted to be with Kitahara.

Lips, neck, collarbone
Beiyuan's route is moving until...

really.

Sayuri Sato really has a lot of capital.

The close-fitting white shirt she usually wears creates an outline that is not fake, but real.

Sayuri Sato patted Kitahara twice with resentment: "Wrong."

Kitahara mumbled, "What's wrong?"

　Review, so annoying. I don't know when the original one will be unblocked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)