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

Miyuki stood up and, to Shirakawa Natsu’s astonishment, squatted down in front of him.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was strange. Goodness, what's it like to have a delicate and beautiful girl and a handsome and mature woman squatting in front of you?

But it soon became apparent that things were not going as smoothly as expected; the tongue moved from the left and right towards the middle, eventually converging at a single point.

Their tongues, however, were attached to a part of his body and began to intertwine on their own.

"Good grief." Shirakawa Natsu realized she had become a background character.

He might not have the guts to punish a gangster's heiress, but he certainly does have the guts to punish a gang leader.

They forcibly separated the two and finally shoved the food into the brother's mouth.

The two had some real-world experience, so they wouldn't get scratched by their brother's fangs again.

But after a few tries, it was snatched away by Inagawa Hanahi.

Watching Inagawa Hanahi's delicate tongue licking Minoki's sharp canine teeth, I felt inexplicably aroused.

He could only try his best to integrate himself into the group.

In the end, the three of them couldn't tell whether it was me rushing at you or you licking my boots.

The lights in the abandoned warehouse flickered, and only the suppressed breathing of a few people could be heard.

Shirakawa Natsu had several questions in her mind: Who am I going after? Who is fawning over me? What am I going after?

He trembled once, but thanks to the preservation of the minotaur's kidneys, he immediately flicked Inagawa Hanahi's face again.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to stop and continued sticking out their tongues.

Because of the minotaur's kidneys, the amount was huge. Two faces, each with its own unique features, were squatting in front of him, their faces still covered in liquid.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt that it wasn't so bad.

Since neither of them possessed any real skill, the entire process lasted for about 15 minutes.

In the end, Inagawa Hanahi swallowed it all and bore it all alone.

"Remember what you said." Inagawa Hanahi stood up, her back to Minoki.

“Of course.” Mikoto licked the liquid off her lips.

Inagawa Hanahi took a few steps, then suddenly turned around and walked towards Mino Shiki.

"Ouch." Shirakawa Natsu was adjusting her pants. Was this a sign of rekindling their old flame? That would be too dramatic.

The next second, a crisp slap rang out, and Inagawa Hanahi's eyes turned red as she stared at Minoki.

Miyuki just smiled at her.

"Slap!" Another crisp slap sounded.

Miyuki was slapped on both cheeks. The two slaps were extremely hard, and she staggered before regaining her balance.

Inagawa Hanahi stared at her: "Disappear from our world forever, and never let me see you again!"

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded with a smile.

Inagawa Hanahi gazed intently at her, as if trying to remember her image forever.

Without any dramatic resurgence or any harsh words, Inagawa Hanahi picked up the camera on the table and left the abandoned warehouse.

Just like love, you don't know when it starts, and you don't know when it suddenly ends.

It was like a breeze that brushed against my cheek, then faded and dissipated.

Miyuki watched Inagawa Hanahi's departing figure intently until she completely disappeared into the night.

He then walked up to Kanna and reached out to remove her mask and blindfold.

Her blindfold was completely soaked with tears, and Kanna's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Mikoto.

It was as if she wanted to imprint this villain on her heart forever.

“Go back.” Miki smiled. “Go back and take a shower. Tomorrow is a new beginning. Nothing has changed. You still have a mother who loves you and a sister who is willing to give everything for you. But… if I were you, I would contact her. I envy you for having a sister who loves you.”

Kanna's face was grim. She didn't say anything, silently picked up her scattered clothes from the ground, and put them on.

She stared intently at Miyuki, then suddenly looked up at her slightly swollen face, but didn't slap her: "I will never forgive you. Get out of my life!"

After Kanna finished speaking, she glanced at Shirakawa Natsu standing to the side, then turned and ran quickly out of the abandoned warehouse.

Now only Hojo Maki remains, tied to a chair.

"Why do you look so disappointed?" Miyuki suddenly asked Shirakawa Natsu.

"Uh, it's not disappointment." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged; he felt complicated.

"Want to give it a try?" Mikoto suddenly pointed at Hojo Maki and said in a low voice, "She doesn't know who's here right now, and the camera has been taken away too."

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and looked at Hojo Maki, who was still in the position of spreading her legs.

At the base of her fair thighs was a pair of black lace panties, which could be easily parted with a finger.

Then you can taste the flavor of this beautiful married woman.

In that instant, the image of Nao Jingu suddenly appeared in his mind, and the slight sexual interest that had just arisen vanished.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head after just one glance: "I'm not a pervert, I'd sleep with anyone."

"Is it because you were thinking about someone you like?" Miyuki asked with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged; he wouldn't admit it.

“When Kanna was dating me, she wanted to know more about me and wanted to know everything I was doing.” Mikoto casually said, “It was insecurity, fear of being abandoned. It’s a pity I failed to make her feel my love, otherwise none of this would have happened.”

"Um, I think the reason these things happened is because you're so shameless and fickle." Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the front door: "You seduced your younger sister, then your older sister, and even slept with her."

Miyuki didn't say anything, but smiled and walked towards Hojo Maki.

Shirakawa Natsu was pondering her words. Although she was unwilling to admit it just now, her brother might actually be right.

His fundamental conflict with Jingu Nao is probably not a secret at all.

He has the Yellow Hair APP, and he often acts mysteriously, which may make Jingu Nao feel that she will lose him.

"What is all this nonsense?" Shirakawa Natsu shook his head frantically. He was getting caught up in his brother's nonsense, which was why he was thinking about all this random stuff. He was going to the airport tomorrow to catch up with Jingu Nao. He wasn't some stupid protagonist in a melodramatic TV series who had to put on a melodramatic show before finally understanding the person he loved.

Then they run to the agreed time, only to find that they are late or the female lead has already left.

Miyuki unlocked the handcuffs on Hojo Maki, removed her blindfold, and smiled gently: "Aunt Hojo Maki, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Hojo Maki didn't speak, but rubbed her aching wrist and said coldly, "Don't ever appear in front of my daughter again."

She left those words behind, stomped away in her high heels, and walked away without looking back.

Bai Chuanxia watched her retreating figure with a strange expression: "How did she know?"

“After Kanna came in, I took off her earplugs once, and then I switched to non-soundproof ones,” Mikoto explained. “Let’s go too.”

"Holy crap." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. After all this time, it turned out that these people all knew what had happened, but they were all acting masters.

Once inside the jeep, Shirakawa Natsumi asked, "Does Inagawa Hanahi know they can hear us?"

Miyuki shook her head: "That's not important. Now, the three of them, mother and daughters, all know that they can give up everything for their family, and that's enough."

Shirakawa Natsu looked at Minoki's handsome face and exclaimed, "Wow!"

After this series of bizarre actions, the rift between the mother and her two daughters caused by Mi-no-Kami was completely mended.

They confirmed each other's feelings and how important they were to each other.

What happened today will remain a secret between mother and daughter.

Miyuki became a notorious villain hated by the mother and her two daughters, and disappeared completely from their lives.

Miyuki's intention in having him film was actually to make him the villain and force the three of them to sever ties with him.

Goodness, my brother is cunning.

This is already a multi-pronged approach, a true resounding success.

However, Miyuki didn't know that Shirakawa Natsu had a yellow-haired APP. He had just glanced at it and saw Inagawa Hanahi's name in the friends section.

This exquisitely beautiful heiress actually considered him a friend.

With her around, there's a chance to trigger quests related to Hojo Maki, since the friend's mother is a common plot point in blonde-haired characters.

Miyuki successfully severed all ties with the mother and her two daughters.

But Shirakawa Natsu did not simply pick it off.

"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsu sighed. He didn't want to get any missions related to married women, especially the female police inspector who seemed to want to devour him alive.

Chapter 134 Who is in my heart?

Sitting in the moving jeep, the evening breeze blew in through the open window and hit my face.

Shirakawa Natsu and Hojo Maki didn't interact much; my strongest impression of her was her terrifying E-cup breasts.

When Sister Cai wears her uniform, she can unbutton one button on her chest to be completely naked, and she's only a D cup.

A picture appeared in Shirakawa Natsu's mind, a picture that went straight to the bottom and never reached the top.

No, it's too astringent.

He shook his head, trying to banish the horrible image from his mind; married women were truly terrifying.

Hojo Maki is a police inspector, and her way of handling things as a mature married woman is quite different from that of ordinary girls.

Make sure you don't encounter any of her tasks.

"Where to?" Miko asked, gripping the steering wheel.

"Let's go back to the apartment first." Shirakawa Natsumi pondered for a couple of seconds and asked, "We were talking about Kanna earlier. If it happens again, is there any way to avoid it?"

"Is that Nao Jingu?" Miyuki smiled.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away and looked out the window, not wanting to explain.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. If Miyuki had really understood, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

They can't get in touch with Jingu Nao now, even though they know she wants them to go to the airport.

But this unease still lingered in my heart.

He always had this feeling that he was going to lose Jingu Nao.

On their first night together, Nao Jingu held his hand and said that if he didn't hold on tight, she would run away.

“Jingu Nao loves you.” Mikoto’s voice interrupted his thoughts: “Have you noticed? There’s always a light in her eyes when she looks at you.”

She never hid her feelings for him. Unlike Kanna, Jingu Nao didn't use the tactics of playing hard to get in love, nor did she hesitate at all.

It's simply loving you purely and without reservation, and then telling you, "I love you."

She's a good girl.

"Mm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, looking out the window at the night view of Tokyo, a city of dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife.

People living here can easily find substitutes for love, but the feeling of loneliness is something they can't shake off.

Even if you can easily find someone to have a romantic relationship with, you can never alleviate the loneliness and desolation that wells up in your heart.

Nao Jingu's pure and genuine love seemed so real in this city.

“She’s a special girl,” Shirakawa Natsu murmured, looking out the window.

“However, this love is too heavy,” Mikoto continued. “If you’re not prepared to bear it, it’s better to let go.”

Shirakawa Natsu frowned upon hearing this: "What do you mean?"

“Pure and flawless love cannot tolerate even a speck of dust.” Mikoto turned the steering wheel and said softly, “On a pure white canvas, a drop of ink will be particularly glaring, won’t it?”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. His recent conflict with Jingu Nao was due to his own secret.

The Huangmao APP is no longer just a little bit of ink; it's practically like pouring a basin of ink onto a canvas.

“Ordinary people’s love is like an oil painting where each person’s life has already been painted,” Mikoto continued. “Even if there are some flaws, they will be attracted to other parts of the painting, because life is not all about love.”

But Jingu Nao is different; her canvases only depict pure love.

Are you ready to date her?

“This…” Shirakawa Natsu hesitated, speechless for a moment. He clutched his chest, trying to recall Jingu Nao’s confession to him that night.