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

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For some reason, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on Mi Zhi Shi's skin.

My fingers felt like they were skating on my skin, leaving deep indentations.

He sensed that Miyuki was very nervous. She had her head buried in the pillow, so she couldn't see where his hand would go next—the back of her neck, her armpit, her inner thigh, or perhaps…

This unease constantly agitated his mind.

My breathing became heavier, unlike the last time I was tied with ropes, when all my muscles were tense.

This time, however, she was completely relaxed, putting her mind in a special, indescribable state.

Now for the important part.

Shirakawa Natsu's hands reached down to her black lace panties from both sides and gently slid down.

Her body was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the fibers slid effortlessly down her skin to the middle of her thighs.

Her long legs were spread wide in an M-shape, and everything was clearly visible.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it; it was always this clean when she saw it before. Could it really be natural?

He quietly unbuckled his belt, continuing to massage her thighs while wrapping his arms around her waist and shifting her body down slightly to get the perfect angle.

He massaged his hands and tried to lift his feet, but found that he couldn't do it in the right position, so he decisively gave up on this foolish idea.

Mi no Shi was completely limp, and even though he was trying his best to suppress it, he was still breathing heavily.

Shirakawa Natsumi glided rhythmically around, slowly, slowly...

It seems like something is blocking it.

He was stunned. So his good brother had dated so many girlfriends, but had he never gone all the way?

He's supposed to be a playboy, but he's acting so serious.

In the instant he was stunned, Miyuki suddenly reached out and pushed his body back a little.

Shirakawa Natsumi then came to her senses and hurriedly said, "Would you believe me if I said I slipped in by accident?"

Miyu didn't answer. After pushing him away a little, she resumed burying her head in the pillow.

Shirakawa Natsu waited for a while and, seeing that she didn't call for a stop, knew she could continue.

The task is to get it to the inner thigh without being detected.

His hands continued to perform the blond massage technique on Miyuki's body.

Meanwhile, it was rubbing against the surrounding area, and Miyuki was a little engorged, so there was no need to worry about accidentally going inside again.

He had also prepared some massage oils, but in practice he found that it was all unnecessary worry.

Good bro, there's a lot of sweat and toxins.

Suddenly it started to feel greasy.

Miyuki no longer had the mind to pay attention to any of this. She had fallen into a strange, indescribable state, her body power drained, leaving her completely at the mercy of others.

Shirakawa Natsu felt as if her body was an inflating balloon, constantly expanding.

Finally, its body could no longer hold on and it exploded with a "pop".

The explosion used up all his strength; he felt his legs go weak and his body staggered.

But he knew it wasn't time to give up yet; according to the mission, he still needed to avoid being discovered by her.

Although this is just a preliminary exercise, if it is left on Kanna Hojo like this, there is absolutely no way to hide it.

He reached out again and began to move the debris left from the explosion around.

As he continued to rub, the remains, mixed with Miyuki's sweat, were smeared all over his body.

It's like when a bodybuilder goes on stage and is already coated with olive oil.

In short, time began to act strangely.

He let out a long breath, withdrew his hands, and smiled, "Minoshita, it's over. How does it feel?"

Mi Zhi Shi didn't speak. After a long while, a voice came: "Get out."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback.

"Get out," Miyuki repeated.

Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, looking at Tomi no Kumi maintaining her grotesque pose, and suddenly felt that it was a bit too much.

He took advantage of his brother's kindness in not being able to refuse him, and then enjoyed the ride.

"Sorry." Shirakawa Natsu scratched his head, then reached out and pulled up her black lace panties that had been pulled down to her thighs, before walking dejectedly toward the door.

Before he left, he glanced at Miyuki on the bed, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Oh no, looks like I messed up. My brother's angry." Shirakawa Natsu stood at the door, watching the door about to close suddenly stop, leaving a thin crack. As if possessed, he pressed an eye into the crack.

After he left, Mikoto did not change her posture. Her skin, which seemed to be coated with olive oil, emitted a beautiful light, and she slowly reached one hand between her legs.

"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard, wondering whether his brother was angry or not.

If you're angry, are you angry at the horrible things he's done?

He still only cares about himself, leaving her feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't get an answer; you can never truly understand a girl's mind.

He didn't see the end; he quietly closed the door and returned to his room.

Today's experiment was a great success; he has roughly figured out the mechanism of the blond massage technique.

Several points need to be noted.

1. During a massage, you can interact with the other person using language to achieve a specific posture.

2. Even if only one head goes in, it still counts as going in.

The mission requires that the substance be applied to the inner thigh without being detected, but after applying it to Mino-Kami's inner thigh today, the smell is impossible to mask. When it gets on Hojo Kanna, we'll have to find a way to cover it up.

Now, he needs an opportunity, an opportunity to make Hojo Kanna heartbroken.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school as usual and saw Jingu Nao standing at the school gate from afar, tiptoeing and scanning the students entering the gate with her eyes.

Upon seeing him, her face lit up with a smile, she waved frantically at him, then skipped over and grabbed his hand: "Xia~ Good morning."

"Good morning." Shirakawa Natsumi held her small hand: "Are you stupid? Waiting here, if you miss it, wouldn't you look silly? Anyway, I have to go to the classroom."

"No way~ because I have so many things I want to say to Natsu." Jingu Nao shook her head: "Even if I spent 24 hours a day with Natsu, it wouldn't be enough."

“We don’t only have 24 hours,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “There are still 10, 30, 60 years, or even longer ahead of us. By then, you’ll completely not want to talk to me anymore.”

"Hmph, no way~" Jingu Nao pouted, "I've thought of so many topics, I'll never get tired of them."

"Sounds good." Shirakawa Natsu smiled and patted her head.

The morning classes ended quickly. Although Jingu Nao was very clingy, he would give her a lot of free time if he didn't ask her out first.

Shirakawa Natsu ate, then went to the library to find Hojo Kanna.

The mission is still in its early stages; we plan to first find out about Hojo Kanna's situation.

If given the opportunity, you could certainly try the blond massage technique first.

Chapter 107 Birthday Gift

"Shirakawa-kun." Hojo Kanna, with her long hair tied up, greeted Shirakawa Natsu with a smile as he approached. "I'm sorry to trouble you again. I haven't been here for a few days, and I've accumulated so many books that need to be sorted."

"It's alright." Shirakawa Natsu casually helped him tidy up the books, saying, "You seem to be in a good mood today."

The mission requirements clearly state that the Yellow Hair Massage Technique must be performed on her when she is sad.

This restriction effectively shuts things down.

However, Huang Mao needs to be patient, and he has a lot of confidence in his brothers, believing that as long as he pretends to be a good friend, he will have plenty of opportunities.

"By the way, Shirakawa-san, today is your birthday, right?" Kanna Hojo said suddenly as she placed a book on the bookshelf.

"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. It seemed that it really was true, but he had forgotten about it.

“Boys don’t seem to remember these things very well,” Kanna Hojo said with a smile. “Last week, Miyuki was planning to buy you a gift and even asked me about it.”

After she spoke, she suddenly covered her mouth, as if she realized that she had said something she shouldn't have.

"That guy actually had this thought in mind?" Shirakawa Natsumi felt touched: "What gift did she buy for me?"

After saying that, she shook her head again: "Forget it, judging from your expression, I can tell she doesn't want you to tell me, so let's not say anything. We should keep it a surprise."

“Um…” Kanna Hojo looked a little embarrassed: “She went to the mall for a bit, but then thought it was too much trouble, so she gave up.”

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, and after a long while she said, "It really does sound like her style of doing things."

"I...I'm sorry." Kanna Hojo realized the awkwardness and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go to Shirakawa's house to celebrate his birthday tonight. I'll cook lots of delicious food, and we can invite Nao Jingu and Miyuki too. It'll be a lot of fun."

"Let's forget it." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. "It's too much trouble."

"Absolutely not." Kanna Hojo shook her head frantically, then, realizing she was being too obvious, blushed slightly and lowered her head.

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, instantly understanding Hojo Kanna's little scheme.

Good grief, this is clearly a case of them just making up, but he's too proud to take the initiative to go to Miyuki.

I want to post something again, but I can't find a good reason, and I'm just a tool in that situation.

"Alright then." Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Hojo Kanna isn't a bad person; she must have destroyed the earth in her past life to run into that tormenting monster, her brother.

Since they've just reconciled, I should help her out. Otherwise, my good brother won't go out and mess around right after they've made up.

Besides, I messed up my brother's leg yesterday, so it was just a small favor: "I'll call Jingu Nao, and we'll go to my house together tonight. Miyuki has been coming home on time every day now, so I'll give her a surprise."

Even at this point, Shirakawa Natsumi didn't forget to subtly indicate that during her cold war with her brother, she had remained chaste and hadn't been unfaithful.

"Yes, thank you, Shirakawa-kun." Hojo Kanna's face flushed slightly. She knew what Shirakawa Natsu meant. Hearing that her lover was so worried about her that he couldn't eat or sleep made her secretly happy.

"I'll come and get you after class this afternoon." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, indicating that it was an agreement.

As Miyuki walked out of Waseda University's gate, this aloof and beautiful woman attracted attention wherever she went.

No one noticed that a white Corolla was parked not far away.

Hojo Maki sat in the driver's seat, looking at Mikoto through the car window.

As a police inspector, I knew it was wrong to stalk someone, but then I remembered that she was the person my daughter had come out as gay with.

Hojo Maki found it difficult to suppress her unusual emotions.

After entering the Metropolitan Police Department today, I became distracted, thinking about coming out of the closet, and couldn't concentrate on my work.

Although she still looks stunning, she appears to be just a 30-year-old young woman.

But her husband died early, and Inagawa Hanahi didn't allow her to be her stepmother. Kanna was the continuation of her love with her husband.

There wasn't even a chance to create a new account.

The moment Hojo Maki saw Miyuki, her heart skipped a beat.

Even if she's unwilling to admit it, this aloof and sophisticated woman really appeals to a mature, married woman like her.

In her eyes, the melancholy aura emanating from Mi no Kumi was like that of a pitiful little puppy.

It evoked her maternal instincts, making her want to hold him in her arms and comfort him.

Of course, this idea was just a thought.

Even mature women her age, who have always maintained a virtuous lifestyle, occasionally think about men and then can't help but masturbate.

It's unrealistic to expect a woman nearing forty to still have the shyness of a young girl, or to have a very different view on chastity.

Pushing these strange thoughts out of her head, she slowly started the car and followed Miyuki discreetly.

She rose through the ranks from the front lines to the police department, and was thoroughly familiar with all kinds of tracking and criminal investigation techniques.

It's very easy to follow a college student without being discovered.

She glanced at the time; it was three in the afternoon.

Before arriving, Hojo Maki had already researched information about Minogami out of professional habit.

Her grades in law school and the courses she took were not confidential.

She remembered that at this time, she had a criminal law class.