Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

"Come to think of it, it seems the Shinomiya family is also sponsoring today's competition."

When Kitahara Takashi heard Suzuki Ichiro suddenly mention the Shinomiya family, he didn't understand what he meant and didn't respond.

"I remember that you, Kitahara, seemed to have confessed your feelings to Miss Shinomiya."

Kitahara Takashi: "...Need I remind you? This is a sports competition, not a place for gossip."

Kitahara Takashi felt that this guy Suzuki Ichiro was here to cause trouble for him today.

Always bringing up things that shouldn't be mentioned.

Now Ye Ying Tong is watching from the audience.

When you sleep at night, you'd better keep one eye open and one eye closed, otherwise I will definitely kill you.

"That's not what I wanted to ask. It's your fans who asked me to ask. I'm here with a mission as well." Suzuki Ichiro looked very helpless, but the smile on his face was harder to suppress than AK's.

"...Okay, ask."

"Of all your girlfriends, who do you love the most?"

Kitahara Takashi: “?”

You didn't even think about letting me live.

Okay, okay, wait here, I'll go to the kitchen to get you the money.

By the way, should we go with US dollars or RMB?

Kitahara Takashi: "One."

Suzuki Ichiro: “Which one?”

Kitahara Takashi: "Every one!"

Suzuki Ichiro: "Then which one do you not love?"

Kitahara Takashi: “No.”

"As long as I have truly loved them, I will only remember their good qualities."

"No matter who they are, I am grateful for their presence and encounter with me, and for accompanying me on this journey."

When Eriri heard this in the audience, she turned to the woman next to her and said, "He really hasn't forgotten me."

"He still has me in his heart!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes.

You are the only one who believes this nonsense.

"You deserve it, kid, for talking so much." Suzuki Ichiro complained in his heart, but he didn't continue chasing after him.

They returned to talking about baseball.

In the end, the Ham Fighter won the game.

After the game, Kitahara Takashi wanted to sign autographs and take photos with fans, but as soon as he got off the stage, Kotaro and a group of people packed him up and sent him to Yozakura Hitomi.

"My lady, please enjoy your meal."

Kotaro bowed slightly and then gently closed the hotel room door.

"Enjoy it slowly, am I a dish?" Kitahara Tsutomu complained first, and just as he was about to stand up from the ground, Ye Yingtong glanced at him, and Kitahara Tsutomu immediately knelt down quietly.

"Put it on."

Ye Ying Tong threw something at him.

Beiyuan Zun took a look, his face strange, and said, "What's the collar?"

Of course, it’s not a dog collar, but a decorative collar like the one women wear as a choker.

But it's a men's version.

Boys won’t feel out of place when wearing it, it will just be considered a fashion item.

But Kitahara Takashi still didn't want to wear it.

Because he felt that this was not an ordinary collar.

It's definitely not a decoration anyway.

"Tong, you..." Beiyuan Zun wanted to say something nice, asking if he could not bring it, but when he saw the indifferent look given by Ye Yingtong.

"You're getting bolder and bolder by bringing two girls into your house to spend the night, Kitahara Takashi."

"Have you been a little lawless lately?"

Yozakura Tong also sat on the ground, stretched out her hands, untied Kitahara Tsutomu's tie, and then began to wrap it around his neck.

One circle, two circles, three circles... With each deathly entanglement, the tie became shorter and shorter, and Kitahara Tsutomu's neck was strangled closer and closer.

Soon, Kitahara Takashi's neck began to turn liver-colored due to congestion.

Ye Yingtong's eyes were still indifferent this time, and her tone was not fluctuating at all: "Why can't you be a little more obedient?"

"Isn't the love I give you enough?"

"Why do you always have to look for someone else?"

"Is there anyone who loves you more than me?"

"Do you know how much I wanted to cut your tendons when I saw you holding that woman's hand?"

"Did I give you too much freedom?"

"I should have locked you up."

Until the moment he was about to lose consciousness, Ye Yingtong still did not loosen his hand that was tightening his tie.

'Fucked it?'

This was Kitahara Takashi's only thought before he fell into a coma.

*

When he woke up again, Kitahara Takashi found himself on the plane.

A collar was also put around his neck.

"you're awake?"

Not far away, Ye Yingtong was sitting opposite him, holding a tablet in her hand. When she saw him wake up, her expression returned to normal.

"Where is this?"

Kitahara Tsutomu covered his dizzy head.

"My private jet, next we are going to fly to Italy to discuss a business." Ye Yingtong handed a cup of steaming coffee to Kitahara Tsutomu.

"us?"

Kitahara Tsutomu took a sip and then keenly noticed something.

"I also need to go?"

"of course."

Ye Yingtong's tone was very natural.

"From the next to the Jade Dragon Banner, I will take you wherever I go."

Kitahara Tsutomu's eyes widened.

"What about my opinion?"

What about his points?

He spent so much money to trick Kaede Kotonoha from Tokyo, was it just to attack her?

Firing is just a by-product, points are the key.

"Do you have any objections?" Ye Yingtong looked directly at Beiyuan Zun.

Their eyes met, and Ye Ying Tong's pupils seemed like two balls of burning black flames.

"I just think that we don't need to stick together all the time, otherwise our feelings will soon fade. Sometimes distance creates beauty, doesn't it?" Kitahara Takashi said as tactfully as possible.

"If it's too light, then make it as deep as possible."

Yozakura Hitomi gently stroked Kitahara Takashi's face with her palm and smiled: "Are nine boxes enough?"

Seize, seize less?

Nine boxes?

Are you here to kill me?

Kitahara Tsutomu's face turned pale.

"Come on, let's go to bed and talk."

Some relatives came to visit some time ago, and she has been enduring it until now.

It was so unbearable that my skin became worse.

When Kitahara Tsutomu was the medicine inducer, her skin was tender and smooth.

When Kitahara Tsutomu saw the fire burning in Yeying Tong's eyes, he knew that he could not escape today.

Come to think of it, it seems like he just made up his mind to quit masturbating today.

The no-masturbation challenge begins.

Day one, failure.

Volume 317: . Do you eat?

"Are you cheating on me?"

On the bed, Ye Yingtong's eyes were extremely gentle.

In her hand, she was holding a fruit knife and pointing it at little brother Kitahara Takashi.

As long as Kitahara Tsutomu dares to say yes, she will make him the first eunuch of this era.

"No, really not."

In this situation, how could Kitahara Tsutomu dare to tell the truth?

It is impossible to be honest, so I can only lie and get by one day at a time.

"Then why did you only touch me three times!"

"You have someone outside, don't you?"

Ye Ying's pupils moved down a few inches, and her eyes were fierce and her expression was cold.

"Sister, this has happened three times from yesterday to today. Even the strongest person can't stand it." Beiyuan Zun was in tears.

Damn it, he has paid the grain tax so many times.

You really treat me as a Japanese.

"You fired me over 20 times in three days. What's going on?"

What's going on?

I think I'm capable, but what else can I do?

"I didn't eat anything at noon yesterday, and you knocked me out as soon as the game ended this afternoon. When I woke up, you pulled me into bed and fucked me three times, and you still accuse me of cheating?"

"Ye Ying Tong, do you have a conscience?"

Ye Yingtong thought about it and realized that Kitahara Tsutomu seemed to have not eaten anything from yesterday until now.

And it’s hard to describe the status.

Maybe Kitahara Takashi simply didn't perform well.

"You and Gui Yanye are living under the same roof, but you have never attacked Gui Yanye?" Ye Yingtong stared at Kitahara Tsutomu suspiciously.

"I have the will to steal, but I don't have the guts! There are people here."

Ye Yingtong snorted coldly, but still put away the knife.