Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 61 A strange combination of circumstances
It was twelve o'clock in the evening and the place was quiet.

Spring nights are always cold, but at this moment, in this dilapidated one-family house, the master bedroom is as warm as summer.

The two of them were pressed close together, and Sato Sayuri felt her voice was a little hoarse.

She gently pushed the person who was half pressing her, her lips tightly pursed and her eyes moving.

Kitahara was also a little drunk.

He drank quite a bit of wine. Sayuri Sato drank three-quarters of the drink, and he drank the rest. When the alcohol entered his brain, he tended to do things he wouldn't normally do. He was also bolder than usual.

Looking at the female teacher below him who was looking at him curiously with her face tilted up, Kitahara leaned over and heard a soft murmur. He could feel a pair of hands pushing his chest, but the force was not strong, and it would gradually soften as he inhaled.

After a while, the lips and teeth separated and the cherry blossoms bloomed.

In spring, cherry blossoms are always delicate, beautiful and eye-catching, especially after blooming.

"Wow, no more kissing. I don't want to kiss you anymore." Sato Sayuri pulled the quilt to cover herself, her face full of retreat.

Her mind was dizzy before she realized that her clothes were half-undone and half hanging on her body.

She hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself, trying to fill her heart with a sense of security.

but.
A sense of security can easily give people a false sense of security.

Sayuri Sato thought that she could hide everything by covering herself with a quilt, but she didn't know that this was tantamount to covering her ears and stealing the bell.

Just like now, Beiyuan did not stop her, but crawled into the quilt with her.

Sayuri Sato reached out to stop him, but couldn't, so she had no choice but to let him in.

"It's late. Let's stop here for today's class. Is that okay?"

A trace of panic appeared on the cold female teacher's face: "If you have time in the future and want to study, you can find me again."

"Teacher, you're so happy with the kiss, you want to go away alone?"

“But I didn’t let you…”

Sayuri Sato's voice became lower and lower, until it was almost as soft as a mosquito's buzz, so quiet that if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all.

She naturally knew how much she had crossed the line tonight.

This bold behavior has already ignored the moral opinions of the society.

The feelings of shame and guilt intertwined wildly, causing Sato Sayuri to suffer in her heart, but at the same time, she felt extremely satisfied. She was like a thief who quietly got the treasure.

Very satisfied.

My heart felt warm, as if something was overflowing.

Sayuri Sato felt the warmth of the person beside her pillow and rubbed her head against him. She wanted to stay here overnight, but she couldn't say it out loud.

"There are still eight hours until morning." Kitahara looked down at Sato Sayuri.

Because she was covered by the quilt, her resistance was not fierce. She just turned her head away and whispered softly: "If you want to kiss me, be careful with your hair."

The feeling of kissing is addictive.

Especially when you meet someone you like, under his gentle guidance, after kissing three or two times, your brain will consciously savor the aftertaste of the kiss.

Although he sometimes kissed the wrong place. There was a flash of resentment in Sato Sayuri's eyes. Why did he always think about the place where the baby ate?
Men, do you all like big breasts?
"Sayuri"

"Ok?"

"I want to kiss you."

"Um"

Seeing Kitahara leaning down, Sato Sayuri was already used to it. She closed her eyes skillfully and raised her lips.

Seeing her like this, Beiyuan didn't get anxious, but continued to stop.

He was messing up Sayuri's nerves a little bit.

The cold female teacher waited for a while, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Beiyuan's smile. She felt a little angry in her heart. What was he laughing at? What was so funny? Was he teasing me again?

She wanted to push Kitahara away, but she had no strength left. In the long fight just now, Sato Sayuri had used up all her strength. She didn't know why Kitahara was so energetic and could still kiss her.

"Kitahara, I'm angry." Sato Sayuri said shyly.

"Then why are you so proactive?"

"This is the last time. Let's go to sleep after kissing."

Sayuri Sato kept her mouth shut and said nothing, half covering her blushing cheeks with the quilt.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, she buried her head like an ostrich.

Beiyuan continued to whisper in her ear: "But I still want to learn something."

As he spoke, he reached under the quilt.

Silk nightgowns are always known for their good feel, smooth and close fitting, making them very suitable for wearing when sleeping.

The moonlight was like water, and the lapels were even softer. Just now, under the light, Kitahara saw a touch of cherry pink. Although it was now covered under the quilt, Kitahara could still imagine the scene inside.

Sayuri Sato shrank back, her long black hair swaying. Perhaps it was the quilt that gave her a sense of security, a safe zone within, so her resistance was not great. She just exhaled softly, "It's the only way."

"it is good."

Regardless of whether he can do it or not, Beiyuan has made the promise.

He is very clear.

The cold beauty just wanted to show her attitude at this moment. If her attitude was right, she could accept it even if he told lies with his eyes open.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Sato Sayuri was suddenly struck by lightning.

She had always imagined herself as being fully equipped, even wearing safety pants when sleeping, but...
After taking a shower here, she had already thrown away the troublesome thing.

In other words, her only defense now is her nightgown!

"Wait, no."

Sato Sayuri changed her mind and grabbed Kitahara's hand tightly, but it was a little too late.

Kitahara's hands were hanging on her nightgown.

This nightgown has a zipper at the back.

He had already hugged Sayuri Sato and unzipped her nightgown at the back, just touching her buttocks. Sayuri Sato's grab directly pressed his hand down.

Although he had felt the charm of this buttock when she sat on his legs long before, he could only feel it fully when he held it in his palm.

"what"

Sayuri Sato's eyes were full of shame. She never thought that the timing was so good, but at this moment she could neither move nor retreat, so she could only stay here.

"Didn't you promise me?" Kitahara pretended to be confused.

"I"

Sayuri Sato was too embarrassed to admit she wasn't wearing any, so she could only whisper, "I'll do it myself. Don't move."

It is not impossible.

Beiyuan let go and gave the cold female teacher a chance. The latter rolled her eyes at him, her charming eyes full of tenderness.

Just die
Sayuri Sato has already started to show off. Anyway, wearing this nightgown is almost the same as not wearing anything. Nightgowns worn by women are almost all made of silk and close-fitting. They are very soft, but have almost no defense. If Kitahara really wants to, he can tear it off with a light pull.

She hid under the quilt, rustled around, unbuttoned her nightgown, and then lifted it out of the quilt.

At this moment, Sayuri Sato really removed all her defenses, and the only cover she had was the quilt on her body.

She said pitifully: "You promised me that you could only kiss."

Repeated questioning was just an expression of her inner uneasiness, and every time, Kitahara would give a positive answer.

"Yes, I promise you."

Whether you can do it or not depends on your mood.

The room was heated well.

Sayuri Sato closed her eyes, as if by closing her eyes she could become an ostrich, seeing nothing and knowing nothing.

But sensory feedback is real, and one cannot deceive oneself. Kitahara knows how to soothe the heart of this young woman in her late twenties.

He was waiting for a string to break.

Now that the atmosphere is like this, it's just a matter of time. It's not just men who experience lust, women can experience it too, but the intervals are slower and it takes a little time.

His cold face was full of blush, and even when he opened his eyes occasionally, there was always a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Faced with Beiyuan's increasingly excessive behavior, she kept shouting that sentence, but apart from protecting herself, she had no other actions.

ten minutes later.

Sato Sayuri noticed something, opened her blurry eyes and raised her head.

Kitahara lifted the quilt and looked into her eyes.

"Ok?"

Facing the confused look of the cold female teacher, Beiyuan leaned down and closed her eyes subconsciously, but the gentle kiss she imagined did not come. Instead, it was a very simple sentence.

"May I?"

"bring"

"I don't have any at home."

"I"

Sayuri Sato felt him touching her cheek, and her heart was in a mess. She didn't know how to express her feelings, so she could only turn her face away.

This attitude is both tacit approval and rejection.

If not, then there won’t be.

An hour later, the rain started again.

The house gradually calmed down.

Sayuri Sato curled up in the quilt, the thick quilt covering the beautiful teacher's graceful figure. Kitahara was behind her, gently holding Sayuri Sato's waist, feeling her delicate skin, and occasionally looking at his scratched shoulder.

Her nails are a little too long.
At this time, Kitahara was very hot, almost covered in sweat, but he did not leave. Instead, he turned down the heating and silently hugged Sato Sayuri, giving her confused heart some comfort.

"."

"fraud."

Sayuri Sato lowered her head, her long black hair spread out like a lotus, her face full of grievance: "You never tell the truth."

She felt like the sky was falling.

For some unknown reason, I stayed here, took a shower, and kissed him for some unknown reason, and I didn't even bring anything with me!
Beiyuan looked down at her, her expression showing grievance, and a few tear marks on her delicate face.

Of course, these tear marks did not mean she was very sad. If she was really sad, she would have put on her clothes and left. She hated someone so much that she would not be willing to stay here. She would have beaten him up long ago.

This tear mark is very subtle
"I'll only lie to you this time, I won't do it again."

Kitahara softened his heart and hugged Sayuri. The latter pursed her lips in dissatisfaction but still did not leave his arms.

To be honest, she was very uneasy and needed a sense of security.

It's not just Sayuri, many people do this for the first time and need caressing after having fun.

Although Sayuri Sato is older than him, this is the first time she has experienced such a thing. Her mind is in a mess and it is easy for her to have some bad thoughts. But she feels much more at ease with Kitahara by her side. Besides the uneasiness, she also has an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late." Beiyuan spoke again, "I'll hold you while you sleep."

"I want to go back to my room and not stay with you."

Sayuri Sato wiggled her hips, and Kitahara smiled and hugged her tightly: "Let's do it here."

"Well, behave yourself then."

"understood."

Beiyuan said this, but he couldn't help but look at her figure. Apart from her breasts, what caught his attention most was her buttocks, which were very fleshy.

Sayuri Sato twisted her hips, feeling a little uncomfortable. She said in a low voice: "First..."

Sayuri Sato lowered her voice and said hurriedly, "Brocade."

There were a few more clumps on the floor.

She felt a little sticky and wanted to complain, but she heard the phone ringing, so she said, "Your phone is ringing."

"Forget it, I'm a bit tired and don't want to answer it."

Sato Sayuri naturally knew why he was tired. It hadn't been too long. Blushing, she whispered, "Answer it, it's so noisy."

Bei Yuan had no choice but to haphazardly pull out his phone from the mess of clothes behind him and answer it: "Hello, this is Bei Yuan, who is this?"

"I'm Asuka."

A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone. Kitahara felt a little familiar with the voice. He felt that he had heard the name before, but he didn't have a deep impression of it.

"I don't know him. Why are you calling me so late?"

"."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, as if she was checking whether she had called the wrong person. Then, she heard the woman's breathing, her voice trembled, and she hung up the phone with a red face.

"Who is it?" Sato Sayuri moaned, feeling that he was still contradicting her.

Kitahara lowered his head, "She said her name was Asuka."

"Asuka"

Sayuri Sato chewed for a moment and widened her eyes: "Asuka!"

She turned around abruptly, pressing Beiyuan to get her phone, and her heart sank as she looked at the call log.
It’s over.

My best friend found out.

Although she wouldn't tell anyone else, after all, we've been friends for several years, but how could I have the nerve to speak to her in front of her!
Just now when I was taking a shower, I swore that I would never do such a thing, but now I have forgotten it.
The cold female teacher's face was filled with shame and anger. She couldn't help but slap Kitahara's face: "It's all your fault! Asuka found out!"

"."

Kitahara pondered for a while. He seemed to have some impression of Teacher Asuka. She was a beautiful teacher who was almost as famous as Sayuri Sato. She was dignified and elegant, with the demeanor of a lady. The clothes she used and wore were all from famous brands.

It is said that her family is very wealthy and she has a boyfriend who is a social elite, but he is very low-key.
Yoshimizu Yu often told him that he was deeply attracted by this woman's maturity and intelligence, and that when he looked for a wife in the future, he would choose one based on Asuka's standards.

Kitahara was not familiar with this lady-like teacher.

I just started her class this year.
As long as you talk less and are willing to hide your words, you can still hide your identity.

Recovering my thoughts, I saw two plum blossoms hanging naturally in front of me, which was really beautiful. But what was even more beautiful was the shame and anger on the beautiful teacher's face. Her usual indifference was broken, and replaced by a touch of rare charm, which was the charm unique to a young woman after her first experience.

Kitahara admired her for a while, but he didn't rush her. Instead, he kept comforting Sayuri: "It's okay, she doesn't know who I am."

"Then how am I going to explain it to her tomorrow?" Sato Sayuri turned away angrily, not wanting to see this annoying face again.

"How do I explain it? I left my phone here, what else can I do?"

Kitahara hugged Sayuri gently and said, "Go to sleep."

Sayuri Sato twisted her body, but her resistance was not too strong. She closed her eyes. The room was dark, and only the sound of two breaths could be heard, which was quite clear.

"Hold me."

"Ah."

Lying in the warm embrace, Sato Sayuri found a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

She thought she couldn't sleep, but unexpectedly, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

sense of security.

This feeling is hard to explain, but there is no doubt that this feeling will be very deep when you are with the person you like.

Looking at the tear marks in the corners of the beautiful teacher's eyes, Kitahara kissed her lightly until the itchy feeling made her twist her face in dissatisfaction, and then she closed her eyes.

　I haven't checked the backstage for a long time, and I just found out there are rewards. Thanks to Lingye, Can't Eat Seafood, Yue Yiquan, and Qianying Qunwu for their rewards. Thank you all for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)