My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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Shirakawa Natsumi thinks that Arina actually has a lot of potential.

After repeating this several times, her bra was pushed up to near her chest, revealing a large amount of her fair abdomen, and her bra was also visible.

It's more psychological than physical.

After repeating this for more than ten minutes, a fine sweat appeared on Cai's neck.

Shirakawa Natsuya also felt they were almost there, and suddenly reached out and pressed her head down.

"Sister Cai, can you help me answer this?"

He pressed the radish head tightly, but it still only reached his lips. His whole body tensed up, then relaxed.

Some vegetables were smeared all over her face, and some even flowed down her cheeks, across her fair neck, and down to her collarbone.

She rolled her eyes at Shirakawa Natsu and reached for a tissue.

"Hehe, doctor, the treatment isn't over yet." Shirakawa Natsumi grasped her wrist and reached out to straighten her uniform.

"Sigh." Youcai sighed softly, her expression helpless.

"I want to see what it looks like when Ayane-nee is soaked in sweat," Shirakawa Natsu said, picking her up and holding her to her side.

The two sat on the bed, and Youcai leaned into his arms.

"Slow down...slow down." Youcai rested her chin on his shoulder, her body swaying, her words broken and intermittent.

"Sister Youcai, I love you." Bai Chuanxia hugged the beautiful doctor and declared his love for her.

Throughout the entire process, she did not remove her doctor's uniform.

Time and time again, he got it on her uniform, her black stockings, her face, and her neck.

At this moment, Shirakawa Natsu felt that she had finally won over the gentle older sister who had been with her from the very beginning.

As night fell, the vegetables were exhausted from his efforts.

Without even taking off his uniform, and ignoring the liquid all over his body, he lay motionless on the bed.

Shirakawa Natsu quietly left the room, sat on the living room sofa, and gazed at the Tokyo night view through the large French windows.

Everything at home is settled; I'll go see the housekeeper tomorrow.

When I think of my aunt, I picture her sexy and mature figure.

The aunt's figure had the most curves of all his women.

Chapter 475 She blushed

Shirakawa Natsu sighed as she stood in the living room; Aunt Maki was not easy to deal with.

Regardless of whether there is food, Nao, or Mi no Kumi.

You can feel their strong love for you, although the ways they express that love are very different.

Aunt Mafei, on the other hand, always showed a love that was sometimes close and sometimes distant.

In her life, besides love, there is also her daughter and her career.

Getting her to accept becoming a member of his harem is easier said than done.

Shirakawa Natsu even suspected that his aunt was dating him because he was older.

The sound of a door opening came from upstairs. Miyuki, wearing a bath towel, came out of the room and saw him standing blankly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She walked over in slippers, a roguish smile spreading across her face: "Something on your mind?"

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu looked at her wet hair and a few drops of water still clinging to her neck. "Aren't you going to sleep tonight?"

Miyu took out a cigarette case from the coffee table, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Smoke outside, the smell will be hard to dissipate if you smoke in the room."

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her muscular physique and, recalling her assertive manner when they slept together, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into his head.

He had just used those foul words on Youcai, making her blush with embarrassment.

He had never seen his brother shy before.

“Minoshita, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.” Shirakawa Natsu moved closer to her, smelling the faint scent of her shower gel: “I’ve always wanted to see you make a suffocating face.”

"Oh." Miyuki took a deep drag of his cigarette. "Wait until I finish."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, and she gritted her teeth: "I still remember, our first time in the real sense wasn't the front."

"Hmm." Miyuki held the cigarette butt between two fingers, ignoring his messy fingers, and tilted her head slightly, as if recalling something: "Actually, I didn't feel anything special, it was quite painful, I prefer normal."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu didn't know whether to pull his finger out or not, so he decided to use his trump card—he really wanted to see his brother's shy expression:

“I remember the last time was also in the living room. I tied a collar around your neck and made you climb a hoop in the living room by a rope.”

Miyuki looked at the sofa, a smile playing on her lips: "It feels good. Wearing the collar gives me a sense of security. It's like becoming a dog, not having to think about anything or care about anything. I just need to obey my master's orders. It's like the pressure of the secular world has disappeared in an instant."

She took another deep drag of her cigarette as she spoke: "Next time, we can add some props. In addition to psychological stimulation, we can also provide some physiological stimulation. The effect will be even better."

Miyuki rested her chin on her hand holding a cigarette: "But it's better not to use props, so we can focus all our attention on our mind."

She looked down and saw that Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange, so she asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about! You jerk!" Shirakawa Natsu wanted to see his brother embarrassed, but it was so difficult: "Don't you think this kind of topic is embarrassing?"

Miyuki was taken aback, and looked at him with a strange expression: "Weren't we discussing the next SM session?"

She spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You…” Shirakawa Natsu opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say, and stretched out her hand as if in a huff.

I just took a shower, it's warm and sticky.

Her fingers could feel that she was ready.

Miyuki took a few deep drags of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray on the coffee table, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: "Are you on top or am I on top?"

"Turn around." Shirakawa Natsu was also angry.

Miyuki revealed his muscular physique, tossed his bathrobe onto the sofa, and then braced himself against the coffee table with both hands.

"I'm going to make you cry today." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her, and Miyuki's figure was the best.

She braced herself on the coffee table with both hands, remaining steady no matter how fiercely Shirakawa Natsu attacked, her legs firmly spread out like a horse stance.

Miyuki opened his mouth quickly, breathing rhythmically, his handsome face showing no particular expression.

Shirakawa Natsu kept going without stopping, pushing with all her might for fifteen minutes.

Because her buttocks are very perky, like the best fleshy cushion.

Every time I push with all my might, it seems like I can bounce back.

There's no need to be gentle; just use all your strength.

Sweat beaded on Shirakawa Natsu's body, and finally, all her muscles tensed up before relaxing after ten seconds.

At the same time, Mi no Shi tightened, squeezing him completely clean.

"I'm all better." Shirakawa Natsu pulled out and sat down on the sofa, her legs weak.

"Okay." Miyuki nodded, straightened up, took two napkins from the coffee table to wipe her face, and picked up her phone with her other hand to reply to a message.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it and saw that the profile picture was a woman's, and was speechless for a moment.

He really wanted to see his brother's shy side as a woman.

Unfortunately, it was not done.

"I want to bring Aunt Maki back with me." Shirakawa Natsumi planned to consult his good friend:

"But I don't know if what I'm doing is right. She's different from us. She has her own life, her own network of relationships, and her own daughter. Perhaps love is only a small part of her life. If I force her to come back according to my wishes, even if I succeed in the end, will she really be happy?"

This was the question that Shirakawa Natsu kept asking, seemingly lost in thought.

"Do you love her?" Mikoshi asked, putting down her phone.

"Love." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, this was something he had never hesitated to say: "I love her very much."

"Then let's go catch her." Miyuki squeezed her abdomen, forcing out the liquid, then wiped it clean with a tissue.

"No one knows what the future holds. If you love her, be prepared to give everything and believe that she will be happier by your side. That's what a man should do."

Her tone of voice, combined with her handsome face, was very persuasive.

But her legs were spread apart, and liquid kept leaking out, sticking to her legs.

The contrast between his handsome face and lewd body is striking, especially as he utters cool-sounding words.

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He hadn't thought about giving up either, but often, people need a push from others.

He looked at Miyuki, and although he couldn't make her shy, he felt exceptionally at ease with her by his side. He smiled and said, "I love you."

"Hmm?" Miyuki stopped wiping and looked up at him, then a blush suddenly rose on her cheeks.

She quickly turned her head away.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Shirakawa Natsu asked with a strange expression.

"It's nothing." Miyuki waved her hand, but didn't turn her head. "It's a little strange to hear you say you love me for the first time."

Chapter 476 She did it on purpose

"Oh my." Shirakawa Natsu saw Minoki blush for the first time and moved her face closer to the direction Minoki had turned away: "No way, you're actually shy."

"Don't look." Miyuki covered his handsome face with his arm, looking away and refusing to meet his gaze.

Shirakawa Natsu had never seen her so shy before. Her handsome face flushed red, giving her an unusual charm.

A mischievous thought immediately arose in his mind, and he leaned close to her ear and said, "Miyuki, I love you."

"Hmm." Miyuki suddenly let out a deep, magnetic breath, and immediately closed her eyes and turned her head away.

"Yo ho." Shirakawa Natsu laughed. She didn't expect the Sea King Brothers to show such a pure side. It was quite amusing to see her close her eyes and clench her teeth with her handsome face closed.

He held Mikoto's long legs in his hand and continued to whisper in her ear, "I love you..."

Shirakawa Natsu uses a limited vocabulary to express his love, treating her as a woman.

Miyuki's eyes were tightly closed, her wrists covered her face, and her expression was unfocused.

For the first time, Shirakawa Natsu felt she had truly won over Minoki, not because of friendship, but because of her womanhood.

When he's with Ayana, whispering lewd things in her ear will make her blush.

But when dealing with his brothers, he speaks sweet nothings.

If there's anything different about Mikoto now compared to usual, it's that she's tighter.

"call."

He let out a long breath, lay down on the sofa with satisfaction, the feel of it was truly superb.

Miyuki opened his eyes, his gaze meaningful.

"How is it, comfortable?" Shirakawa Natsu smiled. Seeing her brother's shy side today, she felt that she had gotten revenge for being treated like a girlfriend last time.

Mi no Shi didn't speak, but placed her hands on her neck and tied her long hair up.

He gave him a sly grin.

Before Shirakawa Natsumi could react, her hands were already clamped down.

"Uh, hey, Miyuki, what are you trying to do?!"

"Hmph." Mikoto lowered his head.

"No!" Shirakawa Natsu protested, but to no avail.

It's hard to say who has the upper hand tonight.

Shirakawa Natsu returned to her room, supporting her aching back, inwardly cursing, "That dog has so much energy."

……

Time comes the next day.

Shirakawa Natsu got up early, washed up, and put on a well-fitting casual outfit. He was naturally handsome.

After acquiring the body of a minotaur, his physique improved, and once he put on clothes, he transformed into a handsome, sunny young man.

His outfit is definitely a killer look for older women.