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

The next candidate is the slut; I've been wanting to make her moan for a long time.

But at this time of year, I feel bad for Jingu Nao.

Finally, the image of Miyuki appeared in his mind.

Having sex with your brother doesn't count as cheating.

He could confidently tell Jingu Nao that he had made a secret deal with his brother.

As he was lost in thought, the taxi slowly came to a stop.

With the driver speeding up, the journey that usually takes half an hour was completed in just fifteen minutes today.

When it was time to pay the fare, the driver shrank back slightly.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't care; at that moment, his only thought was his brothers.

He could clearly feel a reaction when the image of his brother's sexy long legs appeared in his mind.

This has never happened before.

I couldn't wait to take the elevator to the twelfth floor. After opening the door, I saw Miyuki sitting on the sofa typing on her computer.

When he returned, Miyuki didn't even look up.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly took off her shoes, walked to the sofa, and shouted, "There's no time to explain, quickly lie down on the sofa."

“?” Mi Zhi Shi finally raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed confusion.

Without hesitation, she turned over and lay face down on the sofa as he asked.

She is 1.79 meters tall, and in this pose, her legs appear particularly long. She hasn't showered yet and is wearing a pair of light blue jeans.

Shirakawa Natsu walked over and reached out to unbutton her jeans.

The weather is hot and dry now.

Mikoto lay there without speaking, only raising her head to look at him.

Miyuki's figure wasn't large in the traditional sense, but rather firm, and her body fat percentage was the lowest among all the women Shirakawa Natsu knew.

The feel is completely different from other women's.

Of course, it's not the kind of hard, rigid muscle, but rather something more resilient.

Among them, Kanna Hojo has the highest body fat percentage. When you pinch her skin, it feels so soft and boneless that your fingers can sink in.

And Mikoto's body, once it was pierced, would immediately spring out.

He looked at the half of Miyuki's body that was exposed from behind, wondering if it was because he had a kidney transplant.

Today's brothers have an exceptionally wild beauty.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and carefully examined the area from top to bottom. He confirmed that the kidney enhancement had not affected the size of the kidneys. He was both understanding and a little disappointed, as it seemed that the Huangmao APP's enhancement was highly targeted.

It will only affect the corresponding organs. For example, after strengthening the heart, one can quickly enter combat mode.

However, it will not affect the duration at all. Even with skillful control, the battle can only last for three minutes, which is still the longest.

If you're not careful, it can happen in a minute.

He suddenly felt that Nao Jingu was truly an angel.

Shirakawa Natsu shook these random thoughts out of her head, found the right spot, and pressed her body down.

However, instead of directly attacking the target as planned, they were intercepted en route.

Miyuki opened one hand and placed it in the middle, looking at Shirakawa Natsu: "If you just want to do it, then take care of it yourself."

After she finished speaking, she was about to put her jeans back on.

"Wait!" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He really didn't expect Miyuki to refuse. He asked in surprise, "Aren't we good brothers?"

Miyu glanced at him, a smile playing on her lips: "Then wait until I'm done."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to her notebook: "Otherwise, being stuck in the middle will affect my studies."

Shirakawa Natsu saw the faint smile on her face and her lips twitched. Miyuki was taking revenge.

Yesterday, when we were taking photos of Inagawa Hanahi, he came out and ran off as soon as he finished.

Miyuki's fingers alone were not enough to achieve the same effect as the blond-haired massage technique.

Later, when cleaning her wounds, she also let Shirakawa Natsu do it for her.

Shirakawa Natsumi had already been in his wardrobe once, and having no worldly desires, he was afraid of dying suddenly, so he declined.

It seems he only cared about his own enjoyment, which made his brother unhappy.

Thinking about it, my behavior was indeed quite awful.

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice: "Yanokumi, I am different today than I was yesterday."

"Hmph." Miyuki snorted, turned over and placed her hands on the computer keyboard, continuing to type, her eyes fixed on the screen, not even glancing at Shirakawa Natsu: "Then hurry up."

This is blatant provocation.

The brother is expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

"Alright." Shirakawa Natsumi's eyes darted around. Today, he had to teach his brother the consequences of provocation.

He placed his hands on either side and grasped Miyuki's pelvic bone.

Although Mikoto is tall, her pelvis is not very wide, about the same as that of the very girlish Jingu Nao.

When you hold it with both hands from both sides, it feels like you have it completely under your control.

"Do you have lubricant?" Shirakawa Natsu asked after he reached up.

“No,” Mikoto replied without turning his head.

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. She hadn't bought much to begin with, and yesterday, because she couldn't store it properly, she had to throw away the last half bottle.

He could only reach out, wanting to get something natural, but he didn't dare to use too much force, lest he break his brother, which would be quite embarrassing, although Miyuki might not necessarily care.

Mi no Shiki continued typing on the keyboard, ignoring him.

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. It had some effect, but it was completely different from yesterday; the amount was too small.

"So bro, you weren't pretending. Aside from expressing your dissatisfaction, she really didn't feel anything."

Shirakawa Natsumi pondered for a few seconds, then placed her hands on either side and used the Yellow Hair Massage Technique on a spot around the coccyx.

During yesterday's practical experience, he realized that his brother's points were influenced by him and were different from those of other women.

It has changed from front to back, and of course it could also be an increase, but since I haven't tried it, I can't draw any conclusions. I'll have to try it sometime to find out.

Therefore, the effect of using the yellow hair massage technique to stimulate the coccyx and its surrounding structures should be equivalent to massaging the area around the pubic bone of a normal woman.

As he rubbed his fingers in a specific rhythm, Miyuki's typing speed noticeably slowed down.

Even if she tries her best to cover it up, her body's reaction cannot be faked.

"You put on such a great act, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy?" Shirakawa Natsu successfully got his brother under his control.

The human body can achieve slight control over the degree of opening and closing by controlling the tension or relaxation of muscle groups.

Mikoto clearly let loose, and with the correct use of the blond-haired massage technique, he successfully obtained the necessary materials.

The whole process went more smoothly than I had imagined. I don’t know if it was because I had already had two experiences before, but practice makes perfect.

Shirakawa Natsu saw that on the computer in front of him, from the moment he fully entered the program, the document had completely turned into meaningless characters.

Miyuki is stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

This is purely a competitive spirit between brothers that is hard to understand; they always feel that if they speak first, they have lost.

Shirakawa Natsumi, of course, didn't care about any of that. His goal was simple: to test the minotaur's kidneys.

It's the height of summer now, and even with air conditioning in the living room, it's still easy to sweat.

Both Shirakawa Natsu and Mino Shiki had fine beads of sweat on their bodies.

As the cool air from the air conditioner blew in, Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but shiver. Looking at Miyuki, she was still gritting her teeth and persevering, so focused that she didn't even notice the cool breeze blowing on her.

“A strange competitive spirit,” Shirakawa Natsu muttered, quickening her pace.

Brother only has a C, so it's just a place to shake hands.

No skill is required. Shirakawa Natsumi relaxes her body, and when it's over, she looks up at the time: six minutes.

He had already checked; without any tricks, according to normal standards, a normal, healthy man lasts 3 to 6 minutes.

So he is now considered one of the relatively strong ones among normal people, but he is still at the level of an average person.

This did not meet his expectations. Even with a kidney transplant, he still only lasted six minutes. What use was the kidney?

Is Huangmao APP also engaging in false advertising?

Miyuki exhaled a few breaths to calm his breathing, and said in a relaxed manner, "So-so."

After she finished speaking, she moved her body, gesturing for Shirakawa Natsu to get down from behind her.

Sweat soaked her clothes, and she felt uncomfortable, but after moving her body, her brows furrowed. Why was that feeling of fulfillment still there?

Shirakawa Natsu also noticed something was wrong this time; she hadn't lost her worldly desires as usual.

"Could it be?" A thought popped into his mind, and he reached out to press down on Miyuki, saying, "Wait a minute, let me try again."

"Hmph." Miyuki snorted, but still obediently lay back down.

Another six minutes passed without any skill, and Shirakawa Natsu felt worldly desires gradually fading from her mind.

"Just as I suspected." Shirakawa Natsu confirmed her guess. The kidneys only provide the quantity, which is equivalent to twice that of a normal person. If you want time, you need to upgrade the corresponding components.

If he's not mistaken, then it takes him twice as long as a normal human to recover his fighting ability.

He patted Miyuki beneath him, and she snapped out of her daze, saying easily, "It's alright."

Chapter 121 CD Half-Drop

Shirakawa Natsu was certain that her brother was just being stubborn. She kept saying she was okay, but her body didn't move. She remained in a prone position, breathing heavily.

The two attacks had left her completely limp.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't rush out; one hand wandered around her ischium.

There were beads of sweat on it, it was very slippery, and my palm followed the skin all the way down to the pubic arch.

The surface felt sticky and muddy.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange as she reached down to touch the sofa below. On the high-quality leather sofa was a sticky, glistening liquid.

Good heavens, Shirakawa Natsumi is really something else. My brother actually went to do that during the PY deal.

There's definitely something wrong with this.

Miyuki didn't turn around, but when he was touched near his pubic arch, he knew that Shirakawa Natsu was gradually understanding everything.

But that didn't stop her from being stubborn.

Miyuki closed the notebook: "I'm going to take a shower."

As Shirakawa Natsu pressed down on her back, sweat dripped onto her back, mixing with the sweat on her body.

My T-shirt and jeans were soaking wet, and it was very uncomfortable to wear them.

It's like having a great workout; all the stress is released through your pores, leaving you feeling completely relaxed.

Now I need to take a shower, then lie comfortably in bed and let all the fatigue and stress disappear.

"Wait, no rush." ​​Shirakawa Natsu reached out and grabbed Miyuki's slender waist, and said with a smile, "Wait for me for 15 minutes."

Upon hearing this, Miyuki frowned slightly. The past 12 minutes, although not as crazy as last time, were just right, like eating until you're six-tenths full.

However, it's still enjoyable to eat more delicious food, just don't eat more than ten times your fill.

But Shirakawa Natsu was acting very strangely today, judging from her expression when she entered.

"Are you taking your medicine?" Miyuki asked, frowning. Shirakawa Natsumi's health wasn't good, and if she took her medicine because of her provocation, most of the pleasurable feeling it gave her would instantly disappear.

"How could that be?" Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to explain: "I only care about my own pleasure."

"..." Mikoto's eye twitched. It was the same yesterday; he ran away after he had his fun.

She removed Shirakawa Natsu's hand from her waist: "I'm going to take a shower."