Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 126 Kitahara Harutaka
The sound in the room was low and shallow.

Like the water in an ancient well, it slowly sounds with the dripping of rain.

The window screen was locked tightly, and a tiny bit of light came in through the gap in the screen and fell on the woman's ridge, which was snow-white and delicate. A winding curve went down the ridge and merged into the plain.

She tilted her head back, her voice intermittent, and gradually faded away in the gentle afternoon breeze.

"Senpai, stop for a moment."

"Ok?"

"There's a phone call."

Kitahara said this and patted her buttocks, which caused a burst of anger.

The innocent little white flower rolled her eyes and frowned slightly, seeming to be still annoyed by the pain.

At this time, she was half squatting and half sitting, with her hands still pressing on Kitahara's abdomen. Coming back to her senses, Yoshikawa Hitomi was a little speechless. She didn't expect that she would be so proactive when she just got involved in this matter.

Kitahara turned on the bedside lamp and glanced at Yoshikawa-senpai.

She has an impressive figure, and when her legs are tensed, they show a graceful curve.

Yoshikawa Hitomi felt a little embarrassed when she was looked at. She pouted and said:
"If you want to answer the phone, just answer it. Why are you looking at me?"

"Can't you see it?"

"If you keep staring at me like this, I'll be embarrassed!"

"What's there to be shy about? You were very proactive just now." Beiyuan said, not forgetting to tease the little white flower.

Yoshikawa Hitomi turned around in annoyance and didn't argue with him.

Kitahara turned his head to look at his phone.

The phone has gone black screen, there is no call, only a text message.

【Please come to the party tonight】

Sender: Duoshi Dacheng
It was an unfamiliar name, but Beiyuan had an impression of the content. After he used up his ID card, a mysterious text message popped up, inviting him to a party.

I think she's a secretary or something.

However, this also made him curious about what identity this system would assign him.

Finished the chores.

Kitahara patted the innocent little white flower's butt.

On this point, Hitomi Yoshikawa learned it by herself. She knew when to change posture as soon as the shot was taken. She kept her posture unchanged and turned her body.

However, Yoshikawa Hitomi was a little hesitant: "What if I get pregnant?"

"You pierced a hole?" Kitahara's eyes became cautious.

"No, I meant accident."

Yoshikawa Hitomi shook her head.

"Then get rid of it."

Kitahara's attitude towards villainous women has never been good.

Yoshikawa Hitomi just uttered a low "oh" and said nothing.

She felt a little lost, "Can I still ask you out in the future?"

"If I'm free, I can come out."

Seeing her depressed look, Kitahara couldn't help but glance at her favorability rating.

as predicted.

It broke through to above level 60, and Beiyuan didn't know what was going on, but Xiao Baihua's favorability went up inexplicably.

He didn't apply any aphrodisiac on it.

Or is it that his physique is specifically designed to attract evil women?

"But I want to see you every day," Yoshikawa Hitomi whispered.

"Maybe next time, Yoshikawa-san."

Kitahara said vaguely.

He actually wanted to see Xiao Baihua more often.

But her hidden attribute doesn't allow it.

"it is good."

Yoshikawa Hitomi responded softly, turned around, and then heard her cell phone ringing.

She glanced sideways and said, "It's mine."

"Want to pick up?"

"Just look at who's calling. If it's a man's name, ignore it. They'll be waiting."

"Where's your father?"

"He has to wait too."

“It’s treated equally.”

Beiyuan took a few glances and saw that the scorpion beauty was using an Apple phone, the latest model at that. It seemed that all girls liked to use Apple phones.

Of course, it doesn’t matter what phone you use; what matters is the person who calls.

Hikaru Sato.

Kitahara's eyes instantly turned playful, "I think you can take it."

"why?"

Yoshikawa Hitomi was puzzled for a moment, then looked down, her eyes narrowed, "Answer it now?"

"Now."

"Then I'll go first"

Xiao Baihua stood up, but Beiyuan pushed her back to her original position and said maliciously, "Just sit there and don't move."

"you!"

Yoshikawa Hitomi was furious, "Are you sick?"

Although the room was dark and I couldn't see Kitahara's expression, I could guess what he wanted to do.

"Take it."

"Impossible! I'm not a bitch! You're dreaming!"

The three consecutive rejections expressed the little white flower's inner shame and anger, but Kitahara didn't care about that. He held her slender waist, slowly picked up the phone, answered the call, and placed it in front of Yoshikawa Hitomi.

"Bastard Kitahara!"

Yoshikawa Hitomi cursed inwardly, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she took it with both hands and put it to her ears.

Kitahara could also sense Qing's nervousness.

I'm really nervous and I can clearly feel it.

"Yoshikawa-senpai?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

On the other end of the line came Sato Hikaru's flattering voice. Yoshikawa Hitomi adjusted herself and replied, "What's wrong?"

At this time, Sato Hikaru was standing at the door of Yoshikawa Hitomi's apartment, holding a small box in his hand. He smiled when he heard the voice of the senior sister:
"Haven't you caught a cold recently? I heard a herbal remedy from a relative and thought it might be helpful, so I brought it to you."

As he spoke, he did not forget to urge: "Come down, this medicine will only be effective when you drink it when it is hot."

"Now? It's not convenient now." Hitomi Yoshikawa pursed her lips.

Her long hair fluttered like waves.

"Why does your voice sound so strange?"

"Sore throat"

"Please take care of yourself."

As he spoke, Sato Mitsuru was almost moved by himself.

He is so gentle and even comes to take care of his senior sister personally when she is sick. She will definitely be touched.

But Hitomi Yoshikawa gritted her teeth, feeling extremely angry, wondering why this lickspittle was calling her now. Didn't he know that she was having a great time?
It's a waste to let him listen to the sound!
Subsequently.

Sato Hikaru heard a low complaint.

“You are going to die.”

"Don't move, don't move"

Gulu.

Sato Hikaru swallowed his saliva. It was the first time he heard his senior's voice so gentle.

"Senior?"

"Dudu."

The phone suddenly hung up.

Sato Hikaru stood there at a loss, wondering how the little white flower senior sister suddenly died. Suddenly, a devastating idea appeared in his mind.

Is it possible?
Was she with another man just now?
Hitomi Yoshikawa turned off the phone.

She glared at Kitahara angrily, but she didn't even have the strength to shout. She just staggered, supporting herself on the pillow with both hands, and looked at Kitahara for a while. Yoshikawa Hitomi's eyes were as moist as water.

This feeling is really hard to describe in words.

Yoshikawa Hitomi let out a light breath and wanted to kiss Kitahara, but Kitahara turned his head away and didn't make any contact with her.

"You can kiss other places with your mouth, but not here." Kitahara rubbed her face.

"You're such a bastard!"

Yoshikawa Hitomi hated Kitahara so much that she wanted to leave right now.

But there's no way, my body has adapted. Although I'm extremely reluctant in my heart, I'm always curious about what Kitahara wants to do next.

Half an hour later, the innocent little white flower's voice became hoarse from shouting.

Wow
Kitahara went to the bathroom to wash himself. He was sweating and it was time to take a good shower.

The pure little white flower lay quietly on the bed, with a dull look in her eyes, as if she was broken.

When Kitahara came out of the shower, Yoshikawa Hitomi looked up and asked, "Where are you going later?"

"A party, what's wrong?" "I want to go too."

"Mr. Yoshikawa, please be aware of your identity." Kitahara disagreed.

"I can be your lover."

Yoshikawa Hitomi said, pursing her lips, "I won't compete with anyone for the position of the main wife."

The latter glanced at the favorability.

[Character: Hitomi Yoshikawa]

[Status: Others can be the girlfriend, so why can't she?! Kill, kill, kill! Overthrow the wife and seize the position!]

【Favourability: 68】

So murderous?

If the girlfriend is really deceived by her pitiful appearance, she will be in trouble.

Moreover, her characteristic is that she is unlucky for her husband, so it is even more impossible for Beiyuan to keep the little white flower by his side. Who knows when he will be killed by her.

"Let's talk next time, if you can satisfy me."

Beiyuan sat next to Xiao Baihua and patted her buttocks gently. "Do you still have the strength? Tie my tie for me."

"Are you leaving now?" Yoshikawa Hitomi was a little reluctant.

"Leave now."

"Can't you stay with me?"

"No."

"Scum! Dregs! Bastard!"

Kitahara didn't mind her insults at all.

Yoshikawa Hitomi huffed, "I don't know how to tie a tie."

"let it go."

Beiyuan changed his clothes and said, "I'll book the room until tomorrow. You can rest or leave if you want. I'll compensate you for the skirt I tore. I'll change it for a better one next time. This one is too good and not interesting."

"Asshole! My skirt is not meant to be torn!" Yoshikawa Hitomi's defense was broken.

"talk later."

Chatting and laughing, Kitahara walked out of the room without any reluctance.

Leaving Senior Xiao Baihua standing there alone, she looked at Kitahara's back and pursed her lips.

"What a scumbag"

"I'd be crazy to do that with him."

However, Yoshikawa Hitomi was still savoring the madness just now, and she pursed her red lips again and again, still lingering with the aftertaste.

Finally, she took out her phone, took a selfie, and sent it to Kitahara.

In the photo.

She squatted on the sofa with her legs apart, her crystal clear and round little feet stepping on the sofa, with her feet wide open and near the base of her legs, she even scribbled a few correct words with a black marker.

The caption reads: "Next Friday is safety day."

Beiyuan opened his phone and took a look, thinking that this femme fatale was really a complete bitch, and she knew a lot of tricks.

online.

He had also heard of girls who looked innocent but actually played more extravagantly than anyone else, but he didn't expect to actually meet one in real life.

"Next Friday."

"I have to go on a date with my girlfriend."

He retorted in the taxi, which made Xiao Baihua very angry and she sent more than ten messages in a row.

It's nothing but words like bastard and scum.

Or you could criticize him for being ruthless and heartless.

Kitahara didn't care. After taking a taxi for half an hour, he arrived at a small house in Chiyoda. The land in this place was very expensive, and this family was rich enough to build a courtyard.

He was stopped by security.

"I'm the invited one."

After getting off the car, Kitahara gave him the invitation, which was also mailed to him via the Internet.

The security guard quickly opened the door and bowed, "I'm so sorry to have neglected you."

"It's okay, this is also your duty."

Beiyuan didn't bother to argue and walked inside. He was soon invited to a private room. This place was actually a bit insulting.

The thing that Japan copied the most was etiquette. How could they meet in a private room for the first time? It was usually a Japanese-style room or something else. I guess they didn't take him seriously.

'Wow--'

When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit. He was very enthusiastic towards Kitahara: "Hello, hello, is this Mr. Kitahara?"

"I'm Kitahara."

"I'm your uncle's secretary, Duoshi Dacheng. You can just call me Duoshi."

Kitahara responded and then began to inquire for information.

The uncle assigned to him by the system is a judge of the High Court of Japan. It can be said that if Hitomi Yoshikawa passes the judicial examination and enters the court, then this uncle will be the superior of her superior's superior.

Each level requires decades of perseverance.

"Your uncle is ill, so he asked me to take care of your affairs. There will be a dinner tonight, and you will meet with his disciples and other people related to the political circle." Duo Shi Dacheng said.

Kitahara nodded, quite satisfied with the arrangement.

"I see."

The dinner parties here are similar to those in neighboring countries. In fact, they are all about telling our own people that our younger generations are about to enter society and are not very capable. Please take care of them if you can. It seems that no resources are given, but in fact, everything is given.

Friends who have worked in banks know that the biggest advantage is connections. With connections, you can get along well wherever you go.

Kitahara looked at the time. It was actually still early, almost five in the afternoon. He had originally made an appointment with Chikawa Nami to meet at six in the evening. It seemed that he had to ask her to wait.

Subsequently.

Duoshi Dacheng then showed Beiyuan a guest bedroom, asked about the size, and went to prepare the dress.

"Does this count as entering upper class society?"

Kitahara sat in the bathtub, thinking with some amusement.

Before getting the system, he was just one of the ordinary workers. After getting the system, he suddenly became the nephew of a judge.

“But at the end of the day, you still have to learn something yourself.”

“You can’t rely on the system for everything.”

As Kitahara pondered this in his heart, his desire to learn grew stronger and stronger.

The fact that he is still alive despite the death of his parents is entirely due to his ability to plan ahead.

Had a bath.

I changed my clothes and even put on makeup.

Yes.

In Japan, there are indeed men who wear makeup. As for where it started, it was probably due to the influence of Korean Wave, and then gradually spread to the workplace and even to upper-class gatherings.

It proves the saying: the economic base determines the superstructure.

Beiyuan was led into a dressing room. A beautiful young girl came in and praised her, "You are so beautiful."

Then, she knelt down in front of him again and said, "I'm Suzuki Nai, just call me Nai-chan. I'm responsible for Master Kitahara's appearance and demeanor."

"first meet."

Kitahara nodded, greeted her, and then accepted Suzuki Nai's service.

By the time it was over, it was almost time for the banquet to begin.

This dinner was not actually prepared for Kitahara. It seemed to be the uncle's birthday party. Kitahara was just a participant. He even saw several reporters in the mansion when he entered.

Kitahara strolled around in a suit, occasionally eating some lobster steak, smacking his lips, and thought that this thing was just so-so.

But soon, his uncle, the judge, called him to the stage and introduced him to everyone: "This is my nephew, Kitahara Yoki, now eighteen years old."

"Pah---"

The flash went off a few times, it was the reporters taking pictures.

As a judge of the High Court, my step-uncle holds great power and is even very prestigious in the political arena.

It is normal to have reporters present.

It is conceivable that my life will be completely taken away by some rich people in the future.
Kitahara had a smile on his face and glanced at his 'uncle' next to him, a man named Kitahara Harutaka.

She was serious, with wrinkles on her face, but looked quite decent. Seeing him, she smiled and nodded: "It's been a long time since we last met. You've grown so big. I held you in my arms when you were very little."

"Your father was a very good brother to me, but unfortunately he passed away too early and I was unable to take care of him. Now I will take good care of you."

"."

Beiyuan was secretly gossiping, before the system came about, we had no relationship at all.

However, this did not stop him from paying tribute: "I vaguely remember you, but unfortunately, so many years have passed and many memories have disappeared."

"It doesn't matter, we will spend a lot of time together in the future."

Kitahara Harutaka patted his shoulder, as if reminiscing about something, and encouraged him to make more friends: "Go ahead, get to know more people."

"it is good."

From the feeling, this cheap uncle is a pretty good person, and he is still single and has never had any children.
Kitahara chatted with him for a while and found that the judge seemed to think highly of him. It was a pity that he had no interest in law, otherwise he would definitely train him to be a talented person.

He was wandering around muttering to himself, about to pick some lobster and king crab to eat, but he was unexpectedly surrounded by a group of people with smiles on their faces.

"Would it be convenient for us to get acquainted?"

"."

Kitahara was speechless for a moment.

Is this what it feels like to be a second-generation rich kid?

He raised his glass silently: "Kitahara Yoki."

(End of this chapter)