Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 80 Bedtime
At seven o'clock in the evening, the copper pendulum of the old alarm clock swayed in the moonlight. Beiyuan was sinking into the linen sofa when a click sound came from the bathroom - the door here was plug-in type, and light spread out along the bathroom, bringing out steaming hot air.

Qianchuan was wearing a milky white pajamas, but it was a bit big. The hem of the clothes hung down to the middle of her thighs. The third button trembled slightly with her breathing. The fabric there was soaked with a little water and stuck tightly to her body, wrapping up the scent of peaches after bathing.

She stood at the door, timidly, glanced at Beiyuan from a distance, and whispered:
"I left some hot water for you, go take a shower."

"Wait a minute, let's watch TV first." Kitahara agreed and called her, "Want to watch it together?"

"It's fine if you just watch TV."

Qianchuan looked a little suspicious, thinking that someone had bad intentions. After all, he had just finished taking a shower!

If it's not bitter at this time, is it still Beiyuan?

However, Qianchuan still walked over obediently and curled up into the sofa. From a distance, he looked like a small ball.

Very cute.

"Didn't you hit your waist just now? How does it feel?" Kitahara turned his head and asked.

"It hurts so much, even walking hurts."

"Lift it up so I can see it."

"Ah."

Qianchuan raised his little face with a bitter look.

Beiyuan stared at the sudden transformation in front of him with a blank stare.

Qianchuan's bangs have always been very long, covering half of her face. She looks gloomy and not easy to mess with, a complete landmine girl.

But after taking a shower, she tied her hair into a bun, revealing her fair skin. Her bright eyes and delicate nose added a sense of three-dimensionality to her facial lines. When her eyelashes fluttered gently, she gave people a captivating feeling.

but
"I want to see your waist, why are you looking up?" Kitahara was puzzled.

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In response to Kitahara's question, Qianchuan silently looked away. She would never tell him that she had been dressing up in the bathroom for a long time just to let him see how beautiful she was.

Qianchuan turned over, lay on the sofa, and let out a comfortable sigh.

It was raining outside the window. The rain here was wet, cold and chilly, but there was heating in the living room. The contrast made Qianchuan wish he could turn into a fat bug and twist around on the sofa.

"is it here?"

Kitahara's fingertips hovered three centimeters above the waist, measuring silently. Qianchuan buried his face in the big white bear pillow, and the ending sound of his muffled hum was almost inaudible. The wounds from the collision just now felt like ants crawling on his body.

"I should have bought some oil for bruises and sprains." Beiyuan went to get the essential oil, applied it evenly on his palm and dissolved it. Without hesitation, he pulled open the white shirt that Qianchuan was wearing.

"Well"

Qianchuan wrinkled the lines on the sofa cover, and his smooth toes curled up unconsciously.

Kitahara pulled open her loose clothes, his eyes first wandering over her two long, smooth, white legs, and then looking at her buttocks, which were covered with light blue silk pajamas, which outlined her buttocks in an attractive shape.

Qianchuan's buttocks are round and full, firm and firm, and paired with her slender waistline, she looks slim and beautiful.

As if she could feel his burning gaze, the girl unconsciously grabbed the hem of her clothes with her cheek, and the fabric made a slight groan.

"you"

"Focus a little."

Kitahara felt itchy inside. When his girlfriend resisted, he always felt like continuing.

He gently patted Qianchuan's perky buttocks: "Lie down quietly and don't move."

"Well"

Being attacked in the vitals, Qianchuan pursed his lips tightly and glanced back at Beiyuan angrily: "You are so lustful."

Kitahara glanced down.

Qianchuan probably doesn't know what he really looks like when he gets horny, but now he can endure it very well.

"I have a more bitter side, do you want to see it?"

"Never"

But in order to prove himself, Kitahara ignored her refusal.

In the panicked eyes of his girlfriend, Kitahara bent down and held her lips, with one hand around Qianchuan's waist.

The girl's eyes flickered for a moment, and soon became dazed. Her breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell violently.

"Um"

The atmosphere was ambiguous. The peach scent wrapped around my girlfriend came out through her loose shirt. Looking from above, I could see her pure white bra that wrapped around her seductive figure.

Beiyuan's eyes unconsciously moved down, looking at her eyes, then to her chest, and finally wandering to that peak.

For a moment, a charming feeling echoed between the two of them.

No matter how naive Qianchuan was, no matter how little she understood the relationship between men and women, she could still feel the ambiguity at the moment, as well as the charming fragrance coming from each other. She swallowed, and shrank back as if in fear, but also as if in obedience.

"Yang Xi."

'Bo——'

Lips and teeth parted, Qianchuan closed her mouth and stopped talking, with a strand of crystal still on her lips. Her eyes were soft and weak, but flowing with spring water: "I, I won't say anything, don't kiss me."

"I'm scared."

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Beiyuan was speechless for a moment. He thought he was so tough, but he gave in after just one kiss. He smiled and said, "Am I still a pervert?"

"Don't be so perverted, don't be so perverted. You are the purest person in all of Tokyo." Qianchuan said aggrievedly.

Qianchuan, the girlfriend who usually looks at people with a cold face and speaks foul language from time to time, has become a good girl at this moment.

Contrast is really fatal.

Beiyuan recalled the incident at noon, his pants were wet by his girlfriend, and he was going to take revenge today.

Pulling open his girlfriend's shirt, revealing her beautiful waistline and proud buttocks, Kitahara couldn't help but slap her again. Qianchuan exclaimed, with spring water flowing from the corners of her eyes and her eyebrows drooping: "Why did you hit me?"

"I didn't provoke you"

"Let's talk nicely and not spank each other all the time, okay?"

Beiyuan looked at her serious expression and found it extremely amusing. When Qianchuan acted coquettishly, there was also a unique atmosphere.

However, he did not deliberately bully others.

After all, if you make her cry, you still have to comfort your own girlfriend in the end, so you should be gentle.

"Let's get down to business first and stop making trouble."

"Well?"

Qianchuan was stunned. Aren’t you the one who has been idle and always thinking about Se Se?
Why are you blaming me?

Kitahara comforted him, "It will be a little painful when you press it, just bite the towel when you feel the pain." "What kind of torture is this?" Qianchuan couldn't help but complain, and added, "Then can I not apply it?"

"No."

'Bully'

Qianchuan pouted her lips, which were so curved that a water bottle could almost be hung on them. Beiyuan ignored her and reached out to take off her clothes again.

"Wait a moment—"

Qianchuan suddenly stopped, then picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and flipped to the evening melodrama. This time slot is prime time and basically all the dramas are popular among the people.

She looked at the miserable heroine on the TV show, who was hit by a car and ended up in the hospital, but she was still determined to work hard despite her disability, and whispered softly, "It's OK."

"'Run, R-chan'?" Kitahara felt that this TV series was inexplicably familiar, shook his head and didn't take it too seriously.

The tiger's mouth was dug into the waist, smearing the skin evenly and smoothly. Qianchuan's toes curled up slightly, and his spine arched unconsciously, like a cat. The waist is a very sensitive area, not to mention that he lifted his clothes, and his skin was pressed against his skin.

Qianchuan's hair tips swayed slightly, and the rubber band fell silently. Her black hair fell on the sofa, looking pitiful.

"Well"

Her voice was soft, mixed with a sickly hum.

Beiyuan stared at the bruise on her waist. The moment he applied pressure with his knuckles, his girlfriend's slight hum echoed in the living room, charming and subtle.

wow-

In the bathroom, the drum made a sound, and Qianchuan's little skirt rolled into waves inside, while she curled up outside, as if in pain or itchy. A hand grabbed the corner of Kitahara's clothes at some point.

"It hurts."

"Take it easy."

Kitahara hummed randomly and let go after a while.

"All right."

After hearing this, Qianchuan slowly stretched her body, pressed her hands on the sofa like a kitten, and was about to sit up from him. Beiyuan put his arm around Qianchuan's shoulders and pressed her onto him.

The buttocks press against the thighs.

The room was not very bright, as only the lights from the TV and the bathroom were flickering, so it seemed dim, but it was this dimness that made my heart beat faster.

Qianchuan's thighs are very fleshy. When she wears stockings, you can feel the stockings outlining her leg flesh, making it look particularly tight. However, because she exercises regularly, she has a good line.

At least at this moment, when Beiyuan 'naturally' put his hand on her leg, he only felt a warmth and softness, like warm jade, which made people unable to resist caressing it.

Qianchuan looked back at him, dazed: "Aren't you going to take a shower yet?"

"Wait a moment, go later, I still have some important things to do."

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Qianchuan narrowed his eyes. Could it be that the serious matter he was talking about was bullying him?
She twisted her hips, feeling a little uncomfortable, and felt a tingling there.

"Then I'll change seats."

"Don't change, just sit here for a while."

Beiyuan patted his thigh. Qianchuan felt extremely helpless in his heart. He rolled his eyes repeatedly and guessed what Beiyuan was planning.

Even at the beginning.

When he wanted to apply bruise oil on himself, Qianchuan had already guessed that this shy boyfriend wanted to take advantage of her.

However, perhaps due to the inexplicable feelings in his heart, Qianchuan felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, but also a little happy. This complicated mood prompted Qianchuan to pretend that he knew nothing and came to him obediently.

"If you want to blame someone, blame him for giving too much."

"I have no choice. I owe others so much money, so it's normal to sell myself out."

"I was coerced!"

Qianchuan thought so, put on a helpless look, and sat on Kitahara's lap.

Kitahara could feel the amazing touch of the two petals spread out flat.

And it's not heavy.

When I sit on his lap, I can still shake slightly.

This is a terrible experience.
Kitahara quickly looked at his phone to divert his attention, otherwise his mind would be full of Qianchuan's legs.

line.

The small chat group with only three boys was very lively.

The reason was that Yoshimizu had invited the kendo girl Misato Sakai and her little follower to go to the amusement park together, and several people from the class were also going with them.

Yoshimizu: "I'm going out on a date tomorrow. Any suggestions?"

Hideyoshi: "I don't know."

Kitahara: "Talk more, prepare some jokes, and go to a haunted house or a roller coaster. Have you heard of the suspension bridge effect? When a person walks across a suspension bridge with trepidation, their heart rate will involuntarily speed up."

Yoshimizu: "That makes sense. Hey, Kitahara, come with me. We'll each have one."

Kitahara: "No, I'm busy."

Yoshimizu: "Huh? What could be more important than dating a beautiful girl?"

Kitahara glanced lightly at Xiao Qianchuan, who was sitting on his lap, staring at the TV with his bright eyes without blinking, and thought that there were too many of them.

I'm meeting my father-in-law tomorrow.

You can break through your girlfriend's last layer of defense.

Why would I, a guy with a girlfriend, go out with you little virgins?
And it was with that sadistic kendo girl.

"Of course I do, and it's much more important than your date."

Yoshimizu: "You'll never find a girlfriend if you're so arrogant!"

Kitahara smiled.

Not only did he find a girlfriend, he also spent a lot of time with her. It can only be said that Ji Shui, the little virgin, is still inexperienced.

He patted Qianchuan's soft little butt: "I'm going to take a shower, get up for a moment, and I'll go to bed after I'm done."

"Well"

Qianchuan shrank back, his eyes like a frightened deer, watching Beiyuan leave, wondering if he would ask him to come in.
When the moonlight shifted a few degrees, Qianchuan's buttocks still retained Kitahara's body temperature. She touched her pajamas, muttered a few words, and said to herself: "Where did I learn this habit from?"

"Always slapping people on the butt"

“Too much”

However, although Qianchuan's eyes were still fixed on the TV, his mind had already drifted far away.

Next, it's bedtime.
(End of this chapter)