Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 90 Is he really a foot fetishist?
Her feet are neither big nor small.

You can hold it in your palm just by reaching out and grabbing it. The surface is very clean, like a piece of warm jade, and it exudes a fragrance just after taking a bath.

Kitahara frowned, probably guessing what Asuka Kousaka was doing, but he just didn't understand her motives.

Why.
Do you have to compare yourself with Sayuri Sato?

【Ding--】

You received an email

At the age of thirty-five, on an ordinary night, you were teased by a noble lady. Upon closer inspection, you discovered it was your former English teacher, Asuka Kousaka.

[You can't accept such teasing! ]

[You know, her feet are her only weakness.]

[Mission: Play with her little feet! Make the female teacher blush!]

[Reward: Invisibility Spray! (Gain 24-hour invisibility)]

Invisible spray?

Kitahara instantly thought of the women's bathhouse.

As early as when I was watching Doraemon, I fantasized about being sprayed all over and then going out to play.

In addition, there should be many other wonderful uses.

This reward is quite interesting, but the task is a bit perverted.

play
Could it be a fungal infection?
Although she had taken a shower.

"No reaction at all?" Asuka Kousaka muttered, pressing her legs together.

She is still very confident about her legs.

Every summer, when I wear a long skirt to school, I will be stared at by students.

or
A little more excessive?
Asuka Kousaka swallowed, and a strange emotion spread in her heart.

She is re-interpreting everything in the comics.
She bent her little feet slightly and pressed them on Beiyuan's legs, shaking them from time to time, becoming more and more unscrupulous.

"Teacher Kosaka, that's a bit too much."

Kitahara casually grabbed Asuka Kousaka's feet. It was like scratching a ticklish spot. Asuka Kousaka's delicate body trembled, as if an electric current passed through her body and instantly hit her forehead.

Her slender waist was slightly curled up, and her plump breasts were squeezed by her arms, outlining a beautiful line.

"It's so itchy."

Asuka Kousaka giggled, her hands pressed against her chest, and said slyly, "You bad boy, what do you want to do by grabbing the teacher's feet?"

"It was you who reached out to me," Kitahara said calmly.

"Students can't do what teachers can do." Asuka Kousaka twisted her little feet: "Hurry up and let go, my feet are very sensitive, be careful not to kick you."

“It’s very sensitive indeed.”

Kitahara recalled the massage in the office and said to himself, "I cried like that."

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Asuka Kousaka also remembered it. She felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. Why did he bring it up for no reason?
She pretended to be serious and said, "You can't tell anyone about this, or I'll beat you to death."

"of course."

Kitahara nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Kosaka, I know my limits."

"You know your limits, why don't you let go?"

Asuka Kousaka's tone became more ambiguous: "You're not one of those perverts on the Internet who likes jade feet, are you? You're holding the teacher's feet and won't let go, thinking about dirty things in your head."

"I'm just worried that Mr. Kousaka will get too far." Kitahara was also trying to strike a balance while speaking.

There should be a balance between jokes and harassment.

The task must be completed, but it must not be regarded as sexual harassment by the other party.
He pressed the acupuncture points gently.

Asuka Kousaka felt a slight tingling in her feet. She moved them, but the resistance wasn't particularly strong. She smiled and said, "Are you afraid I'll push your feet too far, or are you satisfying your own perverted desires?"

Kitahara was silent for a while.

Suddenly, he whispered, "What if I say it's all of them?" Asuka Kousaka widened her eyes.

She was a little speechless.

"you"

"Are you really a foot fetishist?"

"Originally, there wasn't one, but..." Kitahara seemed unable to speak.

He lowered his voice and said, "But the teacher's feet are so beautiful. When I massaged you last time, I had a vague feeling that you might like them. I don't think I have a foot fetish. I can only blame the teacher for being too attractive."

"In the final analysis, it's because the teacher is so good-looking."

After hearing this, it was Asuka Kousaka who was at a loss.

She didn't know how to face Beiyuan either.

The little feet couldn't move, nor could they retreat.
simply put.

The second young lady was a little scared.

"Teacher Kousaka, can I touch you for a while longer?" Kitahara asked frankly.

Asuka Kousaka shook her head fiercely: "No! Sayuri is next door, she will definitely scold you if she finds out."

"I'm not afraid." Beiyuan became a little rogue.

"Are you really not afraid? The teacher is going to take a video."

Asuka Kousaka took out her cell phone and was about to turn on the camera when it suddenly trembled, and then her whole body started shaking.

Beiyuan firmly grasped the dignified female teacher's small feet and gently tickled the shiny soles of her feet with his hands. She was already sensitive and delicate, and this made her even more aroused.

Just a gentle touch can make the second young lady cry out.

"Hahaha"

"Ugh, let go, let go, the teacher is going to die!"

Kitahara remained silent.

He didn't stop until the female teacher's face turned red and she was almost fainting.

Asuka Kousaka was lying on the sofa, feeling like she was about to orgasm.

She actually didn't tell anyone.

Her feet were the most sensitive part of her body, even more sensitive than her buttocks and breasts. Beiyuan's actions just now were undoubtedly an encroachment and an offense to her instinct as a woman.

"Kitahara! You're going to die!"

Kousaka Asuka huffed, bent over and sat up, patting him on the head: "Teacher was almost killed by you!"

"sorry"

Asuka Kousaka sighed, but seeing his pitiful appearance, she decided to let this little pervert off for once: "Anyway, it's good that you know you're wrong. You can't touch this place randomly."

"I know, but it's because Mr. Kousaka is so charming." Kitahara said, blushing.

Asuka Kousaka didn't know what to say.

She wiggled her hips, a little shy.

"Ok?"

She suddenly realized: "Does this mean that I am more attractive than Sayuri?"

The shyness just now was instantly replaced by pride.

bathroom.

"As expected."

Asuka Takasaka took off her clothes and her face turned red.

What did she just do?
I am a well-educated person, so why do I always do such childish things?
Asuka Kousaka reflected on herself for a moment.

I think it’s all Sayuri’s fault. Why would she find a boyfriend for no reason?
It made me have some perverted thoughts.

(End of this chapter)