Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 86 Hitting someone
Kitahara changed his shoes and walked out the door. The female teacher was not far away.

She didn't walk fast, as if she was waiting for him.

The ivory high heels dropped on the wooden board, making a crisp sound like a cicada's shell. Sayuri Sato was in high spirits and took out her camera to take pictures of the scenery outside the courtyard.

The moonlight was like frost, the water was gurgling, and a few fireflies were dancing in the bamboo forest.

The view of this kaiseki restaurant is really nice.

"nice."

"It's quite beautiful."

The boy's shadow was hanging in the corridor. Sato Sayuri looked at him for a few seconds and then lowered her eyes.

Seeing that she was silent, Beiyuan took out his phone and took a picture. He said in a voice that was neither too low nor too high, "Raise your head. I'll take a picture of you."

Moonlight, beauty, and courtyard.

A nice composition.

The moment Sayuri Sato raised her head, Kitahara seized the opportunity and took a simple photo.

"Not bad, it's used as wallpaper."

"Don't joke," Sato Sayuri shook her head, "It would be troublesome if someone saw us."

"I know."

"Did you delete it then?"

"A bit reluctant."

Sayuri Sato smiled and said, "I want to see what the photo looks like. I hope it's so good that you won't want to delete it."

She came closer, bringing a fragrant breeze towards me.

Mature women always have a fragrance on their bodies. They pay more attention to their image when going out and take care of themselves. The experience they bring is completely different from that of young girls.

Kitahara responded and handed her the phone. The female teacher bent down and he saw her snow-white swan neck and black hair.

In addition, there is a crescent ring on the earlobe.

Every time they met, the female teacher would always give him a little surprise.

"It's good."

Sayuri Sato stroked her phone, looking at her beautiful self in front of the camera, feeling a little emotional in her heart.

original.

This is how you see yourself through the eyes of others.

It looks pretty good.

'Ding--'

She operated it for a while, then smiled and said, "I uploaded a photo to myself and deleted the one on your phone."

"You can't have improper thoughts about teachers."

"what?"

"What? I'm your teacher." Sato Sayuri giggled, "Do you really want to stay?"

Beiyuan felt a little strange.

Just now in the private room, your bestie was next to you, and I was giving you face. Now that you're out, and there's only a few people around, you're still acting like an older sister in front of me?
He took a step back, raised his hand, and slapped her perky buttocks lightly.

'Snapped--'

After beating her, he didn't move away, but just left it there and looked at her proudly.

"Kitahara!"

Sayuri Sato's cheeks flushed instantly, her brows furrowed tightly as she scolded in a low voice, "You are too presumptuous!"

This is not home.

Doesn't he have any sense of propriety?

"This counts as revenge."

"I told you to delete my photo."

Kitahara said, happily pulling his hand back and walking into the bathroom.

Sayuri Sato looked at his back and cursed inwardly.

“How childish!”

In a bright and clean room.

Asuka Kousaka gave her a suspicious look: "Are you two both sick?"

“I saw some nice scenery along the way and took some photos.”

Beiyuan sat down naturally.

He did take pictures of the scenery, and it was quite lush.

Sayuri Sato said nothing, wiped her hands silently, and sat back in her seat.

"The scenery here is indeed nice, but don't forget who brought you here."

Seeing that she had almost finished eating, Asuka Kousaka prepared to give Kitahara a beating.

After having enough wine and food, admiring the beautiful scenery and finishing the meal, it was time to collect the debt. The second young lady's free meal was not so delicious.

Kitahara responded, "Thank you, Mr. Kosaka."

"Don't be so quick to thank me. Actually, I have something to ask of you." Asuka Kousaka suppressed Kitahara's words and whispered, "Kitahara-san, are you free later? I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

"It's okay to help, but I have to go home before twelve o'clock at night."

"Then I'll go drive. You're almost done eating, right?" Kousaka said with a smile.

"I am full."

Kitahara looked up and asked, "Can you drive after drinking?"

"Sayuri doesn't drink much, so let her open it."

"It's not safe, I'd better find a designated driver."

"It will be all right."

After Asuka Kousaka paid the bill, the three of them walked out of the restaurant.

The designated driver was a middle-aged man.

People in this line of work have a hard time. Even if they see that their employer is a beautiful woman, they will still have professional ethics and will not talk too much.

Asuka Kousaka's car was a dark red Maserati Quattroporte. When she drove out, there were several passers-by watching.

Kitahara opened the back seat and took a deep breath.

A woman's car has a very obvious feature, which is that it has a strong personal style.
For example, there was no perfume in the car, but it was almost marinated with her scent. As soon as Kitahara sat down, he could smell the fragrance, as if Teacher Kosaka was surrounding him.

Next to her, Sayuri Sato opened the car door. Her posture was very elegant. She pressed her jeans, which covered her perfect hips, against the leather seat, and then stretched out her two long white legs.

She kept a certain distance from Kitahara.

The young woman’s grasp of size is really perfect.

But before he could wait long, a clear figure appeared on the other side, and in the same way, with the same raised buttocks, he opened the way and pressed on Kitahara's hand.

"Kitahara-san, please squeeze in. I want to sit here too."

Buttocks spread.

It’s an indescribable feeling, so heavy.

Pain and happiness.

Kitahara thought about it and felt that both of his girlfriends had great figures, but if he had to compare them carefully, he would still vote for Sato Sayuri. After all, her cold look was in stark contrast to her shy figure.

It also gives people a stronger feeling.

"Wait a minute, Asuka, you're crushing his hand!"

"Oh, sorry, does it hurt? Let me blow on you."

Kousaka Asuka looked apologetic, holding Kitahara's hand and gently breathing a few times: "The pain is gone."

Such a cute look made Kitahara couldn't help but laugh.

He cooperated in surprise: "Really, it doesn't hurt at all."

"This is my unique skill, teacher."

Asuka Kousaka snorted.

As soon as she got in, the car instantly became crowded and noisy.

Asuka Kousaka has always been an expert at livening up the crowd and a natural comedian.

The car started and drove on the highway.

The lights in the distance reflected on everyone's faces. Many luxury cars don't have a lot of space, so the three of them squeezed together.

"Well"

"Why doesn't Asuka go to the front?"

Sayuri Sato put her hands on her chest, her face burning, and she could feel her hips pressed against Kitahara.

She has relatively large hips, or rather wide hips.

So once you sit down, it takes up a lot of space.

Kitahara has a deep understanding of this.

So, he could only raise his hands, not knowing where to put them. After all, a woman with the same broad hips and perky butt was sitting on the other side, and Asuka Kousaka also had a good figure.

"What's the problem with crowding?" Mr. Kosaka expressed dissatisfaction, "It's more fun when there are more people."

"Your butt is so big! It's so crowded!"

"what?"

"You're talking nonsense, you're so talented!"

Beiyuan really wanted to make a suggestion at this time. You can tell whether it is big or not by comparing it.

Both of them were wearing bikinis, and he, the referee, made the decision.

But if I tell Sayuri Sato, she will definitely be embarrassed and angry.

So Kitahara could only secretly hide this idea and prepare it for future use.

Who knows, maybe this day will really come?

You still have to have dreams.

At this time, the two beauties were playing around, and there were bound to be some physical collisions. The black turtleneck sweater would also hit Kitahara from time to time.

Kitahara fell into painful distress.

Occasionally, there would be the aftermath of a battle and he would be accidentally injured.

7:30 p.m.

It was late at night and there was a bright light coming from afar.

A burgundy car cut through the darkness and stopped in front of an apartment building.

Two women got out of the back seat, both wearing navy blue jeans, with straight legs, plump buttocks, and unique faces.

Passersby stopped and couldn't help but look over, their mouths dry.

Two beauties.

One is dignified and elegant, the other is cold and aloof.

She is the lover they dream of.

She has a great figure and is very successful, and most importantly, she must be very hot in bed.

Sayuri Sato seemed to be aware of these gazes, but she didn't care and didn't even bother to pay attention to them.

"You guys go up first. After the designated driver parks the car, give me the keys and I'll go up later," said Asuka Kousaka.

"it is good."

Asuka Kousaka grabbed Kitahara's hand and said with a smile, "Kitahara-san, we're going to our female teacher's house tonight. Are you excited?"

She has always been very lively.

It can be seen from the sketchbook that beneath Asuka Kousaka's dignified face is a wild heart.

So after getting a little familiar with Kitahara, he couldn't help but tease him.

Kitahara pulled it, but found that it wouldn't move.

This female teacher, who appeared dignified on the outside but had a bit of a youthful girlish demeanor on the inside, was firmly clamping his arms with her two weapons.

"Teacher, you still need to be careful about some actions."

Kitahara warned.

Seeing him behave so gentlemanly, Kousaka Asuka was surprised for a moment, but smiled and said, "You're still very young."

"But you're right, we should be careful."

She let go of her hand and was suddenly curious about Sayuri's reaction.

Look back.

That cold beauty was staring at me without blinking.

His originally gentle eyes also became unhappy.

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No wonder Kitahara is so well-behaved.

Asuka Kousaka couldn't help but laugh in her heart, but then a dark thought came to her mind.

Does she count?
Are you taking action against your best friend's boyfriend?

When Sayuri Sato arrived at the door of the apartment, her cell phone suddenly vibrated.

When she opened it, she saw that Asuka Kousaka was planning to take a bath first, so she asked her to entertain Kitahara first.

This time.

Sayuri Sato was a little confused.

There were many faculty members living in this building, and it was getting late, so it would be inappropriate for her to entertain Beiyuan alone, but she couldn't leave him at the door.

As for putting it at Asuka's house, that would be even more inappropriate because she is taking a shower!

He hesitated for a while.

She took out the key and said to Beiyuan in a low voice, "Come sit in my room first."

"Where's Mr. Kosaka?"

"Asuka plans to take a bath first."

"That's really inconvenient."

Kitahara nodded and walked into the apartment in a familiar manner.

He is quite familiar with the route.

First, he went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea, then walked around with Sato Sayuri's teacup, walking around everywhere except the bedroom.

Finally, he did not forget to ask: "Aren't you going to wash?"

"I washed it before I went out."

Sayuri Sato didn't know what to say. She sat on the sofa and said in a low voice, "Stop shopping. Sit down and let's chat for a while."

"Row."

Kitahara placed the teacup on the coffee table and sat down next to her.

Sayuri Sato's precise control of the distance allowed her to move to the side.

"It's still early, you should lie down and rest for a while. Asuka will have a hard time."

Beiyuan asked in surprise: "Are you tired?"

"If I draw for two hours, it would be a bit too much."

“So it’s painting.”

Beiyuan saw that the second young lady was acting mysteriously and thought that she was doing something shameful, so he sneered in his heart.

But painting is really tiring.

Experienced students know that painters are a group with a high incidence of tenosynovitis, similar to some online writers.

After all, we use our hands for a long time.

Kitahara looked at Sayuri's two long legs lying flat on the sofa, then rested his head on them, moved his body slightly, and lay down on the sofa.

"You--" Sayuri Sato froze for a moment.

"Let's chat."

"But how can I talk to you when you're like this?"

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips tightly.

Whenever the two of them were together, Kitahara started to act unrestrained.

She wiggled her hips.

I still feel a dull pain from the slap I just received.

(End of this chapter)