Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 88 Purple is very charming
Sayuri Sato glanced at Kitahara, and seeing him staring at her, she couldn't help but say:

"Focus yourself and don't be distracted."

"Why don't you change into a skirt?"

Sayuri Sato couldn't hold back her pride anymore and said seriously, "You don't need to be too concerned about my affairs."

"I think a chubby belly is cute."

The cold female teacher's expression changed. She glared at him and walked out without saying a word.

When I came back, I had changed my clothes.

She untied her hair and tied it into a low ponytail with a bow. She wore a black and white striped knitted long shirt and a maple leaf-colored A-line skirt.

I saw Kitahara writing a test paper.

Sayuri Sato looked down at her phone, which contained a reply from Kousaka.

"When will it end?"

"half an hour."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the room."

"Me? I want to go too?"

"You're going to die! I'm alone in a room with male students, right? I'm not as shameless as you."

Although Asuka Takasaka was not present, Sayuri Sato could imagine her with her hands on her hips, staring at her.

The cold female teacher blushed.

What's wrong with staying in the same room with male students? They didn't do anything innocent.

Seeing that she was sending a message, Kitahara felt a little curious and accidentally dropped the pen on the ground. When he bent down to pick it up, he subconsciously supported Sato Sayuri's thigh.

The cold female teacher looked down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The pen fell."

"Be careful."

"Ah."

Beiyuan pretended not to care and rubbed his hands secretly. They felt good.

He used the same trick again, deliberately increasing his strength when he stood up, and took the opportunity to pinch the legs of the cold female teacher. It must be said that her legs were really fleshy, plump yet tight, and there was a vacuum area under her lower abdomen.

Sayuri Sato frowned and cast a suspicious look: "Why does your pen keep falling?"

"Maybe this table is slippery because of the legs."

Sayuri Sato glared at her, "Can you please focus a little?"

"Isn't Mr. Sato also playing on his phone?"

Sayuri Sato felt a little embarrassed and stood up to leave the room. Kitahara thought she was not going to come back, but she sat back down. "I was wrong. I put my phone on the coffee table. Now you can be more serious."

Kitahara was surprised.

I didn't expect her to be so obsessed with her grades.

Study time usually passed quickly. After some scribbling, Sayuri Sato glanced at her phone and reminded him, "Take a ten-minute break and go help Asuka."

"it is good."

She glanced at Kitahara's slightly tired expression and asked hesitantly, "Are you having a hard time?"

"One thing is that reading is always tiring."

"Then come here."

Beiyuan perked up, some scenes about the emperor's uncle appeared in his mind, and he was very curious about what this cold female teacher would do.

In the bedroom.

It's a big bed.

Sayuri Sato lay on the bed, her soft flesh squeezed and spread out flat, not forgetting to pat the place next to her: "Come, come and lie down here."

Kitahara lay down beside her and looked at her expectantly.

Sayuri Sato's skirt fell naturally, the color of maple leaves, simply covering the skin of her thighs. Looking from the back, one could faintly see the lavender fabric.

She still likes purple so much.

Sayuri Sato whispered, "Some people say that chatting when you are tired can help you relax. Let's chat."

"That's it?"

Kitahara became disappointed.

Looking at his little eyes, Sato Sayuri couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

"That's enough chatting. This is a teacher's apartment. What else do you want to do?"

"think."

"you"

Sato Sayuri suddenly sat up and glared at him: "You're going too far."

"Teacher Sato, it seems like we haven't kissed for a long time." Kitahara suddenly spoke.

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After a moment of silence, Sayuri Sato sighed: "Only at this time will you treat me as a teacher."

"I'll yell too when you're in class."

"Can that be the same?"

Sato Sayuri looked nonchalant, but her body was a little stiff. She said in a low voice, "Just bear with it. Asuka will be knocking on the door in five minutes."

"But right now, there are some things I can't control. What if Mr. Kosaka sees me?"

"you dare!"

Sayuri Sato began to feel uncomfortable.

When she got off the car just now, she saw Asuka and Kitahara pulling each other, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

If Kitahara dares to attack Asuka.
Her cold face suddenly became serious: "I warn you, don't have any thoughts about Asuka."

"It's my body's natural reaction. There's nothing I can do about it."

Sayuri Sato was silent for a long time, then muttered softly, "I didn't say I wouldn't let you kiss me."

Beiyuan turned over and said, "After the kiss, I'm afraid you won't let me leave."

"You have an aphrodisiac in your mouth?" Sato Sayuri rolled her eyes. "Just a kiss makes me so wild and crazy?"

"It's hard to say, why not give it a try?"

Beiyuan leaned forward and said with a smile, "Feel it?"

Sayuri Sato snorted softly, still trying to hide her shyness, pretending not to care with a cold face: "Whatever you want, just think of it as being bitten by a pig."

"Then put your face here."

Sayuri Sato shyed up a bit and moved her face to the side. Seeing her lips were rosy, pink and cute, Kitahara couldn't help but kiss her. Perhaps it was because they hadn't kissed for too long, the teacher's lips were soft. A gentle kiss was like an electric shock, and his whole body froze.

After a long time, Kitahara and Sayuri looked at each other. Her cheeks were flushed, she bit her lips lightly, and her shoulders rose and fell. She was obviously a little intoxicated.

"how do you feel?"

"so so."

Sayuri Sato rubbed her lips expressionlessly: "You have three minutes."

"That's no waste of time."

Kitahara kissed her again, not in a hurry this time, pressing lips against lips.

At the same time, through the knitted long shirt, the curves of the big X are depicted bit by bit. The figure of the mature woman is soft and fragrant, which is completely different from the youthful and tender figure of the girl.

Sayuri Sato got angry for a moment, leaned back and punched his shoulder: "Didn't I say it was just a kiss?"

"It's a natural reaction. This is every man's nature." Beiyuan was hit naturally. Maybe because they had such a good relationship, he didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, it felt like he was acting coquettishly.

"You can't put it here!"

"Then let's go with the legs."

"Neither!"

Seeing her hesitating, obviously shy but pretending to resist in every way, Beiyuan was too lazy to speak. He lowered his head and kissed the cold female teacher's lips, blocking her words in his heart.

At the beginning, Sayuri Sato was breathing in automatic mode, but in the end she had no choice but to breathe in deeply in manual mode.

The cheeks became more and more rosy.

Just like the lips, a layer of blush was also applied.

Beiyuan kissed her for a while, then turned over and pressed her down, half-kneeling on her body.

"Sayuri"

"Ah."

Sayuri Sato didn't know what to say.

She was turning her head and looking back, so she could naturally see Beiyuan's position.

Sayuri Sato turned her head and whispered, "Asuka is coming soon."

"Stop kissing."

Kitahara whispered, "Can you let her wait five minutes?"

The skirt of the cool female teacher is made of a unique material, a bit like silk, very soft, and now it is tightly attached to her hips.
Beiyuan went up and stroked it gently.

Little by little,

Sayuri Sato widened her eyes, slapped the bed hard, her cheeks flushed: "Get up, get up."

"Let's chat, not kiss."

She could feel something strange in her body, even her green fingers felt a little weak.

"How can we chat in this situation?" Beiyuan said, "Turn on the heater. I'll go close the door."

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Sayuri Sato said nothing.

There is not enough time. When Asuka comes over, she will definitely be confused.

What's more, this bedroom is next to her living room. If the bed makes any noise, it will definitely be heard by her best friend.

Her little face turned pale.

If someone heard this, how would she face her best friend?
"impossible."

Sayuri Sato felt helpless. "How about some other method?"

"Oh?"

Kitahara became interested.

Sato Sayuri seemed helpless as she got up from the bed, knelt down, and her skirt fell on her legs.

She always seemed to be at a loss for what to do with him.

Hem.

Falling slowly.

The traces of lavender are particularly clear right before my eyes.

He saw Sayuri Sato stretch out her smooth and clean hand and completely understood what she meant.

Beiyuan felt that she was still a little restrained today, and she felt a little reserved in this apartment.

You have to know that in your own home.

But the purple is really charming.

Kitahara observed the details and let the girl's hair roll.

Soon, he sighed.

The cold female teacher went into the bathroom without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)