Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 89

Kitahara knocked on the door of the apartment next door.

Asuka Kousaka opened the door. She had just taken a shower and her hair was still a little wet. She was wearing sky blue shorts that exposed her thighs and a yellow short-sleeved shirt, revealing the beautiful scenery below her collarbone.

"Where's Sayuri?" She looked around and spoke in a sweet voice.

"Teacher Sato said he wanted to take a bath."

Asuka Kousaka said, "Come in."

As she spoke, she bent down to look for her slippers at the entrance. When she bent down, the lines of her hips were tight and round. Because her shorts were very thin, the traces of a triangle could be faintly seen.

Kitahara couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Although Sayuri had helped him solve the problem once before, the CD period of an eighteen-year-old boy is very short, just like Teddy.

"Well?"

“Why not?”

Asuka Kousaka squatted down with a doubtful look on her face.

She bent her waist, and her short shirt was squeezed, revealing a deep snow-white cleavage.

The latter stood there for a moment, not knowing where to look.

Kitahara's attitude towards this person.

Naturally, she wouldn't be as unscrupulous as that weird girl Sato Sayuri.

When dealing with normal people, he is still willing to respect them.
Staring at it is definitely inappropriate.

Asuka Kousaka scratched her head and finally pulled out a pair of light yellow slippers from the corner.

"Found it, Kitahara-san, you should wear these!"

Asuka Kousaka turned around and saw Kitahara looking a little strange. She looked down and said angrily, "Go see your homeroom teacher. I'm going to charge you!"

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Beiyuan thought she was so panicked that she even said something like charging fees.

"The teacher has a great figure, so it's only natural for people to stare at me. I'm a boy after all." Kitahara organized his words and said cautiously, "I still have to pay attention to my image."

Asuka Kousaka laughed: "Are you harassing me?"

"No, no, it's just a subtle way of saying you're beautiful."

Kitahara quickly shook his head.

Harassment is a serious crime in Japan, and if you are not careful, you will end up in social demise.

He didn't dare to gamble the rest of his life on whether Asuka Kousaka was angry or not.

"Okay, I was just joking. Look how scared you are."

Asuka Kousaka covered her mouth and smiled, "Come in quickly, or I'll tell Sayuri about this."

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Kitahara said nothing.

Seeing that he seemed shy, Kousaka Asuka became more and more interested and deliberately walked in front.

When she walked, her legs were always closer to the inside, which made her already perky buttocks even more graceful. Her two long white legs swayed like she was on a catwalk, and her whole body was so cool that it made people feel hot just by looking at her.

Kitahara didn't know where to look, so he could only walk with his head down.

This female teacher doesn't look like a good person.

He also noticed that the lively female teacher had a hint of sarcasm in her tone, and he naturally felt unhappy.

He was teased for no reason, and although it was very erotic, he was not a pure virgin.
Kitahara was thinking about when to tease the teacher back and let her know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

The two came to the living room.

"Sit here."

Asuka Kousaka stopped, but Kitahara didn't brake in time and crashed into her, pushing her onto the sofa.

"what--"

Asuka Kousaka exclaimed, fell on the sofa, and looked back at him with a blushing face.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"I didn't notice you stopped, teacher."

That’s what Kitahara said.

Asuka Kousaka gave him a suspicious look, but shook her head: "Forget it."

"You are the guest today."

"Sit here for a while. I'll get you a graphics tablet."

Kitahara watched her walk into the bedroom, and then come out with a pair of charming long legs, holding an electronic board in her hand.

Asuka Kousaka had no idea that Kitahara had dubbed her the "leg queen." She walked over and said, "Please help me draw a human body. Here are some photos of models."

"Can we finish it tonight?"

“I have never been exposed to woodblock printing.”

"That's a bit troublesome."

“Maybe if I live here.”

Asuka Kousaka pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt guilty: "I have a quilt here, don't tell Sayuri."

"When the time comes to go back, you can sneak back."

"Aren't there surveillance cameras here?" Kitahara asked in surprise. "Will it affect Mr. Kosaka's reputation if I live here?"

"Surveillance, this thing can be deleted. Just tell that middle-aged man."

Kitahara responded.

He had a bit of a mercenary spirit. He took the tablet and started researching. While doing so, he glanced at the model's photo and thought she looked familiar: "This one."

"Familiar?"

A sound came from my ear, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

It was unknown when Asuka Kousaka started sitting next to him, with her long legs folded over each other. Her tight legs revealed beautiful lines under her thin shorts.

I didn't notice it when she was eating, but now I see that she really has a slim figure.

Her buttocks are perky but not plump, her legs are slender, her feet are white and shiny, and even her toenails are well painted with nail polish, every inch is exquisite.

She crossed her arms and said proudly, "This is the beautiful model I paid a lot of money to hire."

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Beiyuan was speechless for a moment, then looked back at the photo. The cold female teacher looked reluctant, and he felt a little sad in his heart.

Just how much did it cost to convince Sayuri Sato? He shook his head and remained silent, concentrating on studying the electronic board in his hand.

Digital tablet.

For those who have never come into contact with them, they are rare items. The boards that Asuka Kousaka bought are quite expensive, but they are light and soft in the hands.

"Teach me," Kitahara said.

"Row."

Kitahara quickly understood the basic functions.

Next, it depends on Asuka Kousaka's needs.

"The brushstrokes here should be as gentle as the morning mist passing over the eaves of a shrine." Asuka Kousaka held his wrist and demonstrated, and the examples she gave were also very strange.

"I've already adjusted the proportions and positions for you. Just follow the range I gave you. You'll know how to handle even a fraction more or less. I won't elaborate further."

"besides."

Asuka Kousaka leaned over and whispered softly.

She is extremely patient.

After all, she was a teacher and was familiar with teaching students. However, she didn't seem to have considered that this was too much stimulation for a college boy.

Her jade feet were arched, and the fragrance of gardenia in her hair mixed with her light and gentle breath slowly fell on Beiyuan's shoulders. When he lowered his head, he saw the white and tender skin at the collar of the beautiful teacher's shirt.

Kitahara felt his nose itchy.

When he looked up again, he met Kousaka Asuka's gaze, which was clear yet a little cunning.

Eyes facing each other.

Asuka Kousaka tapped his forehead, "You're not paying attention in class, Kitahara-san."

"The teacher is so charming." Kitahara had to admit.

"Do you know how Mr. Kousaka punishes dishonest students like this?" Asuka Kousaka giggled, looking playful and cute. Such words were obviously a bit inappropriate for her.

After all, she was born with an oval face, which made her look dignified and elegant. With her hair tied up, she looked more like a lady.

But this sense of contrast also makes Asuka Kousaka extremely charming.

"I do not know."

"The teacher is going to tell the parents!" Kousaka Asuka snorted, covering her chest with one hand: "When Sayuri comes later, you're dead. Just wait for the scolding."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kousaka, can you please not tell her?" Kitahara begged for mercy.

In fact, he was not very afraid of Sato Sayuri.

but
I also don't want to make that cold female teacher angry. She has a hard life already, and if she gets angry again, she might get a stomach problem.

Ultimately, there's no need to be a jerk.

"That depends on how you express it."

Kousaka Asuka suddenly became curious and asked slyly, "Hey, who do you think is prettier, me or Sayuri?"

Kitahara said nothing.

There was absolutely no way he could answer such an obviously wrong question.

He focused his attention on the digital tablet and began to draw in a naive manner.

"Hey, say something!" Asuka Kousaka was curious when she saw that he was silent, so she pushed him and said, "Speak."

"Recording?"

"No, there is absolutely no recording!"

"Then Mr. Sato."

Asuka Kousaka was unhappy: "How am I worse than Sayuri?"

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Kitahara was speechless for a moment.

Is this more than that?

It was just a casual answer.

He continued, "Maybe it's the body shape."

"figure?"

Asuka Kousaka was a little unconvinced.

In addition to her lively and cheerful personality, she is actually a little bit unwilling to admit defeat. Although she is a close friend of Sayuri Sato, there is always a vague sense of comparison between women.

Especially, in front of her boyfriend Sayuri, a hidden habit in her heart inexplicably broke out. She didn't want Kitahara to feel that she was worse than Sayuri.

"I'm not in bad shape!"

"I go to the gym regularly and also learn yoga!"

Asuka Kousaka stood up and posed. Seeing Kitahara staring at the digital tablet the whole time, she was a little unhappy: "Hey, take a look."

Kitahara glanced at him, then looked away and said politely, "Teacher Kosaka."

“Everyone’s judgment is different.”

"I just think that, in my eyes, Mr. Sato is a little better than you."

Asuka Kousaka felt a little uncomfortable when she heard this. She was used to being praised by others, and now she met someone who didn't praise himself. She felt a little bit angry for a moment, but she didn't know what to say.

After all, Beiyuan came here to help. If he gets angry and runs away, who will he find to work for him?
"It's boring."

Asuka Kousaka sat back on the sofa and played with her cell phone.

tonight.

She had drunk a little soju and her grip on the pen was not very steady.

And you also need to combine work and rest, so give yourself a vacation.

but.

When she was playing with her phone, she would always unconsciously look at Beiyuan.

This little bastard.

When he entered the room just now, he was staring at her chest, but now he is acting like a prudish person.

"I want to see if you can resist temptation."

"Sayuri isn't here anyway."

Asuka Kousaka muttered, bent her legs, put them on the sofa, and then stretched them out. Because this woman had very long legs, she inevitably leaned on Kitahara's legs.

Snow-white little feet, painted with bright red nail polish, appeared before my eyes.

(End of this chapter)