Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 107 Charming
The new Porsche 911 rolls out of the gate.

In the back seat of the car, Nami Senkawa stroked the leather seat and took a deep breath. Every breath tasted of money.

Thirty million yen.

It was spent so easily, like a shudder in a casino, without even the qualification to secrete dopamine.

Is this the joy of being rich?

How enviable.

Little did they know that Beiyuan was just pretending.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel bad about the 30 million. His total assets were only 90 million, and he spent one-third of it in one go. But this was all for investment, setting a psychological threshold for this evil woman.

The more he borrowed, the more he had to return. The more Kitahara pretended to be extravagant, the more comfortable Senkawa Nami felt, allowing her to spend money recklessly.
Anyway, she has a rich son-in-law.

It doesn't matter how you squander it.

Naturally, Kitahara wouldn't be too nice to Senkawa Nami. He would just treat her like trash, which was in line with his identity as a wealthy second-generation rich kid.

"Get off when you get to the station, Ms. Qianchuan."

Kitahara, who was in the front seat, said casually, "I don't want this car to smell like anyone else's."

"?"

Senakawa Nami choked, and humiliation followed.

After all, she is still Senkawa Ryoka's mother.

Beiyuan didn't even send her off and let her go back by herself?

No manners at all!

But she didn't dare to say anything, and only responded timidly, "Okay, Kitahara-kun."

Kitahara retracted his gaze, turned to Sayuri and said, "From now on, I will be the only one sitting in the passenger seat of this car. Not even Mr. Kosaka can sit in the passenger seat."

Sayuri Sato rolled her eyes.

What a jealous boyfriend.
but.

Anyway, he bought the car, so there’s nothing wrong with agreeing.

"I see."

"Sayuri."

"Ok?"

"I bought you a car, do you have any reward?"

"."

award?

Sayuri Sato was stunned for a moment, and she glanced at Kitahara Junyoshi's expression out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but secretly spit.

This little pervert
She gritted her teeth, feeling a little ashamed and angry for no reason.

Wait a minute before saying this, don't be so impatient, wait until we are alone and say it, then your sister will naturally obey you.

But there are people behind us now!
How do you want me to answer?

Where do you put my head teacher’s face?
Sayuri Sato gritted her teeth: "What do you want?"

Beiyuan smiled but said nothing.

Nami Senkawa in the back seat couldn't sit still anymore.

Through the rearview mirror, she glanced at the faces of the female teachers in the front row. Although they remained calm, the blush on their faces gradually spread.

Qianchuan Nami asked, "May I ask you two?"

"Kitahara and I are just teacher and student." Sato Sayuri whispered, her face full of shame and anger.

Perhaps because she was shy, she stepped on the accelerator and the buzzing sound of the car suddenly exploded in her ears. The performance of this car was really good. It almost turned around the Honda in front of it in an instant, leaving the other car owner sticking his head out and cursing.

Just a teacher-student relationship?

What a liar!
Senkawa Nami's face looked extremely bad.

She should have thought that Kitahara spending money on Sayuri Sato must be some kind of secret deal.
I just never thought that this seemingly serious female teacher was actually kept by her own student!
These rich people are so hateful!
It would be fine if he just fell in love with his own daughter, but he even didn't let his own class teacher go!

Embarrassed, Senkawa Nami could only smile wryly and said, "It seems Kitahara-kun is more philanthropic."

"."

Sayuri Sato bit her lips tightly, and was so shy that she couldn't utter a word.

Beiyuan sighed and pretended to be sad:
"I just can't bear to see beautiful girls suffer."

"Are female teachers also considered girls?" Senkawa Nami's expression became more and more strange.

"nature."

Kitahara said seriously, "Age is not a problem. At least for me, it is the embodiment of maturity and charm. A thirty-year-old woman is like a ripe and delicious fruit, worth savoring carefully."

"Please watch your words, Kitahara." The cold female teacher was completely embarrassed. She glared at him fiercely and pinched Kitahara with her empty hand.

If she continues like this, how will others view her as the class teacher?
Is the purpose of going to work to provide fun for students?

Upon hearing this, Senkawa Nami became more alert. Why was her daughter's competitor so difficult to deal with?
I have to find a way to remind her.
As for Kitahara being a scumbag and asking Ryoka to stay away from him, Senkawa Nami would never do such a stupid thing. If Ryoka doesn't become Kitahara's lover, how can she live a life of wealth?

When they arrived at the station, the two men dropped Senakawa Nami off.

When the car door closed, Sayuri Sato rolled up the window, then bit her lip and looked at him, "You little bastard, did you do that on purpose just now?"

Beiyuan smiled but said nothing. He did it on purpose.

As for the reason
What reason do you want?
Just a declaration of sovereignty.

The female teacher put on lipstick before going out today. Her lips were bright red and soft like jelly, which was indescribably charming.

Kitahara came closer and lifted the female teacher's chin.

Sayuri Sato shuddered.

Mrs. Qianchuan just left.

Are you that impatient?
Looking at the cold face of the female teacher, Beiyuan leaned down, and the two of them gradually approached each other. He could feel a warm breath falling on his neck, which was indescribably itchy.

Sayuri Sato's lips were just as they were when they first met, crystal clear and warm, with a light pink color. This was because most of the bright red remained on his neck, so it was much lighter.

"I love you, Sayuri."

"Um"

There was a gleam of spring water in the female teacher's eyes.

This meant consent, and Kitahara leaned over and kissed her.

Kiss her red lips.

Without saying a word, Sayuri Sato was already exhausted, lying on the recliner with red cheeks, her private parts undulating, which was very tempting.

After a while, the lips parted.

Kitahara lowered his head.

Two buttons on the top of Sayuri's uniform were undone, revealing her fair neck and a faintly visible cleavage.

Look inside through the gap.

The purple lace just wraps up the softness, contrasting with the fair skin exposed above, and the round shape is particularly eye-catching.

She still likes purple so much.

Kitahara recalled that Sayuri was considered to be quite attractive, even among the people he knew.

Sayuri Sato seemed to have noticed something and met Kitahara's gaze which was looking at her chest.

This look is too obvious.

Naked, without any disguise.

Sato Sayuri bit her lip and quickly fastened one of them - the top one, which was still unbuttoned in the middle, with the lavender lace faintly visible.

Her face flushed, and she reminded in shame and anger: "Have you seen enough?"

"Purple suits you."

Kitahara is very frank.

"You keep talking! Keep talking!"

Sayuri Sato felt her head getting a little hot.

Kitahara didn't explain. Anyway, the favorability level was there and the atmosphere was right. The only thing he had to do at this time was to shut her up.

Just block the upper part, there is no time for the lower part.

My girlfriend is still waiting at home.

After a moment, they separated.

Kitahara looked at the rosy-faced female teacher and said:

"Senkawa Ryoka will be staying at my house."

Sayuri Sato was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes and said, "No!"

No matter what, Senkawa Ryoka is a girl of his age, how can she live in Kitahara's house?
If this continues for a long time, something might happen!

Kitahara didn't say anything, but continued to kiss her while starting to unlock new character portraits.

The teacher's uniform was a white short-sleeved shirt. When the buttons were undone, the lavender lace pattern was exposed, and the lace pattern barely covered the softness.
Sato Sayuri widened her eyes and couldn't help but pat Kitahara on the shoulder.

But nothing works.

Kitahara is still unlocking character portraits.

The clasp was undone, and the lavender lines slowly fell to the ground, revealing a perfect beauty. Fortunately, this Porsche had a film on it, and it was night time. Otherwise, passersby would be able to see it clearly.

"Stop, wait a minute."

Before I could open my mouth, I was replaced by the sound of saliva.

'Gulu.'

As a two-hundred-month-old baby, Kitahara was hungry.

(End of this chapter)