Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 92 Night Attack
The dark room was claustrophobic and silent, with only a little light coming from the LCD screen.

Asuka Kousaka's knees were half bent, her legs were long and white, and the shorts could not hide her charm at all. They could barely cover the triangle of fabric, but not completely, revealing a faint pattern.

"Gulu."

She swallowed, her eyes shifted slightly, across the boy's cheek, to the profile of the cold female teacher.

Sayuri didn't seem to notice.

Asuka Kousaka suddenly felt her toes being pushed up. She frowned, thinking she had stepped on a keychain. But then, she quickly came to her senses, blushed, and stepped hard on it as if in revenge, crushing it hard with her foot.

Kitahara felt a little pain and his heartbeat quickened.

At the same time, the body tilts slightly, covering the snow-white foot with the body to hide it.

"What's wrong?" Sayuri Sato noticed something was wrong.

"No, it's okay."

The conversation was brief.

But the two parties involved were terrified.

Asuka Kousaka put her legs together, feeling a subtle excitement in her heart. She stepped up and down silently, and every time she rose, there would be a jump there.

Kitahara suddenly turned his head and said softly, "Teacher Kosaka."

Asuka Kousaka was startled, her face fainted, and she bit her lips lightly: "What's wrong?"

"A little pain."

"pain?"

Asuka Kousaka raised her face and chuckled softly, "You bad student, this is the teacher's punishment for you. It hurts!"

"Well, then you can't blame me for my revenge, Mr. Kousaka."

Kitahara pressed his hands on Asuka's smooth labia, forcing the tightly closed labia apart.

Asuka Kousaka was afraid of Sayuri, so she didn't stop him too much, but she also snorted and kicked him.

Kitahara felt pain, but was also ecstatic in his heart.

After all, Asuka's moon retreat did not hinder him at all, so he broke through naturally. Through a layer of cotton and silk, he felt a faint warmth.

Asuka shuddered, her eyes moist.

Someone is being presumptuous through the cotton fabric.

After a moment, Kitahara withdrew his hand and smelled it. The charming body fragrance penetrated his nose, which was very seductive, and even had a unique smell that was hard to describe. He was shocked and turned his head to look at Kousaka Asuka.

Her eyes had already widened and her face flushed red. After all, it was just a matter of time before the beautiful and attractive flower blooming in the middle of the flower bed, which was young and inexperienced in the world, was about to be picked.

The flower has been blooming for twenty-nine years, and this is the first time it has seen such a bold person. It can't help but spit out Fanglu to warn the visitor.

Kousaka Asuka was a little annoyed and shouted, "Behave yourself! If you dare to try again, I'll chop off your hands!"

Beiyuan stopped talking and expressed his dissatisfaction through actions.

Keep going!

Even more, there is a breakthrough!
"you wanna die!"

Asuka Kousaka gritted her teeth and slapped him hard, and the noise attracted Sayuri.

"You two!"

"Just watch the movie seriously! Don't do these little tricks!"

The cold female teacher frowned, looked at the two well-behaved people in the dark, and cursed a few times.

The movie was scary.

They are still doing little tricks, are they looking for trouble?
Finished scolding.

Sayuri Sato withdrew her gaze and stared at the TV screen again, leaving Kitahara and Asuka alone to look at each other.

"Everyone take a step back." Beiyuan whispered, "I won't reach out, and you won't step on me."

"Humph."

Asuka Kousaka snorted, but the force was indeed much gentler.

Kitahara could feel that she was also enjoying it.

After a while, Kousaka Asuka rubbed her sore feet and said to herself, "No more, I'm so tired."

"Shall I massage it for you?"

"Rub it."

After getting the affirmation, Kitahara carefully massaged her little feet. Of course, he also had selfish motives. After all, he was massaging her legs.

At the same time, it is moving up little by little.

Asuka Kousaka noticed his thoughts, but didn't say anything.

The movie ends.

Asuka Kousaka also retracted her snow-white legs and walked through Kitahara with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

All that was left were a few scattered tissues and Beiyuan who remained silent.

Probably no one cares about the content, everyone is immersed in their own little world. Everyone is busy, but no one knows what they are busy with.

Kitahara felt that it was necessary to change his personality.

Rather than taking the initiative.

It’s better to be passive and disguise yourself as a herbivore to attract the hunter’s attention.

Look at that heroic and arrogant second young lady, who gave him a free service and thought she had won.

Kitahara took a sip of barley tea.

Satisfied.

He opened his phone and took a look at the message. It was from Toyohara Hideyoshi. His good friend wanted him to go ice skating tomorrow.

Kitahara replied with an ok.

Ice skating? There's still snow in some places in Tokyo this season, so if you want to have fun, you can go skiing. But considering that Hideyoshi doesn't have much pocket money, it's okay to accompany him to the mall.

Besides that, you really need to exercise.
Beiyuan stepped on the scale and took a look. He had gained three kilograms during this period of time because of being lazy and eating better.

"I've become a little fat boy."

Beiyuan sighed and went to the bedroom to get the quilt. He patted the sofa and said, "I'll spend the night with you."

Sayuri Sato took a few glances and came over to help.

"Get up, I'll make your bed."

"You're so clumsy, it'll take you half a day to finish it."

"Sayuri is still nice to me." Kitahara said with a smile.

"You should call me Mr. Sato, it's disrespectful!"

Sato Sayuri rolled her eyes at him.

She bent over and spread a blanket on the sofa. Her arched buttocks were tight and round. Her nightgown clung to her body, faintly visible under the light, and the thin and smooth fabric could be vaguely seen.

Beiyuan looked sideways, his mind wandering.

"If you feel hot when you go to bed at night, take off the quilt."

Sato Sayuri turned around and saw Kitahara was absent-minded and his clothes were a little messy, so she walked over to him and straightened them out: "You are so old, and you can't even take care of your clothes?"

After finishing her hair, she stood there again, wondering if she had missed something.

Kitahara had already come behind her, put his arms around her waist, and one hand passed over her delicate breast. Sato Sayuri's body leaned forward involuntarily. She frowned and slapped hard to shake off Kitahara's dirty hands.

"Don't care about the occasion?"

"Asuka will come out."

As she said that, she turned around and scratched Kitahara's face, saying gently, "Kitahara-san, you'd better behave yourself today."

Kitahara was helpless.

But I also knew that the occasion was not right, so I had to nod.

"good."

Sayuri Sato pinched it outwards, her playful mood gradually rising. Seeing that there was no one around, she kissed him on the forehead: "Sister is going to bed, good night."

Looking at her smug look, Beiyuan felt more and more itchy in his heart.

I can't wait to break into the bedroom in the middle of the night.

In front of her best friend, she betrayed her teacher and ancestors.

He stared at the plump, white buttocks and sighed, "Good night."

After saying goodnight to Sayuri Sato, Kitahara climbed onto the sofa.

There were sounds of laughter and playfulness coming from the bedroom. It was obvious that the two beautiful teachers were chatting at night. Maybe they would even lift up their clothes. It was easy to imagine how wonderful it would be.

Turn off the lights.

Beiyuan’s sleeping quality is very good. Although this place is relatively unfamiliar, I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow.

At midnight.

The sound of flushing in the bathroom startled Kitahara.

He looked up in a daze and saw a plump figure. She was wearing a lavender dress that made her breasts stand out. The woman was barefoot and looked as cold and pure as a saint in the moonlight, clean and sacred.

"Sleep so soundly."

The woman whispered something and came closer as if possessed by a ghost. In the moonlight outside the window, Beiyuan saw her white calves.

She was half squatting.

With her legs together, the view under her skirt was clearly visible. It was light blue, with her white breasts piled up, gently rhythmic with her breathing. Beiyuan rubbed his eyes, trying to see who it was, but his eyes were covered by gentle hands.

"Close your eyes, Kitahara-san."

Then, the lips kissed.

"Ok?"

Kitahara was stunned for a moment, because the taste was far different from what he remembered.

He tried to break free from the restraints on his fingertips, but the other party put a blindfold on him.

In the darkness, he tasted a bit of vermilion.

But it wasn't a lip.

Kitahara was stunned for a moment and closed his eyes obediently.

Then the sofa sank.

After all, there is the weight of one more person.

The saint in a purple nightgown tucked her jet-black hair behind her ears. Under the moonlight, it was a beautiful scene.

The old shoulder is very cunning.

A suspender fell on her smooth shoulder, having fallen off at some point.

The Saint lowered her head slightly and chuckled: "Greedy ghost."

"Be good."

"It's a long night."

In the bathroom, the dim light flickered.

It seemed that the voltage became unstable along with the slight sound.

There is also more light at the door of the bedroom, some brighter and some darker.
Spacious living room.

The voice was dark, like a silent whisper.

(End of this chapter)