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

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"Hmph." Miyuki grinned and chuckled, lowered her head, kissed him on the lips, and licked her lips after they parted: "So cute."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless once again.

I consider you a brother.

But you want to be my boyfriend.

After kissing him, Miyuki carried him upstairs in a princess carry position.

She walked very carefully, trying her best to make sure that Shirakawa Natsumi in her arms didn't feel the fall.

"..." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for the third time. This damned gentleness hidden in the details would have made him fall for it if he were a woman.

Miyuki's room is the innermost room on the second floor.

Instead of going back to her own room, she went into his room, skillfully turned on the light, and tossed him onto the bed.

Shirakawa Natsumi's body is finally free, and she wants to regain some control.

Miyuki's face was pressed close to his, almost touching his lips, and she put her middle finger on his lips: "Shh, don't talk."

At this moment, the two finally opened up to each other.

Shirakawa Natsu has always had a question: is this something my brother was born with, or does he shave it off regularly?

He was too embarrassed to ask.

Because Mikoto's left hand had already touched him, and her body pressed against him, the two of them were pressed together.

Her words were forceful, but her actions were surprisingly gentle. Her hands were on his body, like a licking dog finally getting the goddess he had long admired.

Shirakawa Natsu knew this metaphor was strange.

However, while Mikoto's movements were gentle and careful, her eyes were full of aggression, creating a strong visual contrast.

She is clearly very strong, yet exceptionally gentle, which is very touching.

If he were a woman, he would have been captivated by Miyuki at this moment.

Miyuki's eyes held a dangerous yet tender look: "Relax, I'll be gentle."

"Is this backwards?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched as she held the two halves of the bag in her hand.

"Hmm~" Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but hum out.

Fortunately, he had the body of a minotaur, otherwise he might not have succeeded.

"Should I do it?" Shirakawa Natsu felt Miyuki stop moving. He knew that with his physique, this wasn't the first time he had gotten used to it.

Miyuki, however, looked defiant, as if the goddess was doubting his abilities.

She pressed one hand on Shirakawa Natsu and suddenly exerted force.

"Damn it." Shirakawa Natsu snorted. His good brother's fighting skills were actually being used here.

This guy definitely had some personal grudge involved.

Mikoto's eyes gleamed with smugness, as if to say, "See? I'm amazing, aren't I!"

"You... are... almost... good enough!" Shirakawa Natsumi's voice trembled from the impact, speechless. What kind of strange hobby was this?

To be honest, the experience wasn't great.

It's just like a simp trying to conquer a goddess, then randomly and unskilledly crashing into her.

However, Miyuki only played for a while before becoming gentle again.

That night, she switched between gentleness and rudeness, as if she really wanted to devour him completely.

Shirakawa Natsu finally got tired of her and fell asleep first, leaving her to her own devices.

That night, she pulled him into her arms while he was still half asleep.

I slept very soundly.

These past few days, Shirakawa Natsu has been suffering from splitting headaches because of women, and it's rare for her to get a good night's sleep.

Until the next day, sunlight shone through the glass onto my eyes.

He opened his eyes and saw Miyuki leaning against the headboard, the blanket only covering her lower body, her beautiful figure exposed, glistening in the sunlight.

She had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, unlit, and when she saw him wake up, she smiled gently: "You're awake."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Why did she have this strange feeling of being taken advantage of by a scumbag?

She shook her head, threw back the covers, and got up: "I'm going to take a shower, wanna come with me?"

"No need, you go first." Mikoto kept smiling and lay on the bed without moving.

"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu looked suspicious, grabbed the bed sheet and pulled hard. Miyuki tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The area under the blanket was a mess, with traces of dried food.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at him, her lips twitching: "You're already this swollen, and you still want to show off. What kind of weird competitive spirit is this? Do you really think you're a knight and I'm a princess?"

"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled dryly twice, then remained silent.

Shirakawa Natsu stepped forward, reached under her knees, and this time he carried her in a princess carry.

He's only inferior to Miyu in jujitsu, but his stamina, thanks to his minotaur body, is no less impressive.

Mi no Shiki did not resist and was held in his arms.

The two were similar in build, with Miyuki even being a bit taller, so holding her in his arms was completely different from holding other women.

Fortunately, she was quite well-behaved this morning and did not resist, allowing Shirakawa Natsu to carry her into the bathroom.

"Don't move around." Shirakawa Natsu squeezed the shower gel into her palm and skillfully washed her.

Touching her skin, I was once again struck by her amazing figure, without an ounce of excess fat.

While washing, Shirakawa Natsumi thought about how arrogant this guy was last night and that she had to vent her anger. She couldn't go any further, but this position was perfect.

"I told you not to hit me!"

He wants revenge.

Miyuki sensed something was amiss, turned her head, and looked on with amusement, clearly enjoying the show.

"Hey, your expression is really annoying." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted.

"Hmph, is that so?" Miyuki pouted. "You can use a little more force."

Shirakawa Natsu was engrossed in looking at Miyuki's face.

"What's wrong?" Miyuki asked, tasting something strange.

“No, I suddenly find you quite charming right now.” Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. Miyuki’s features were deep and three-dimensional, unlike her aunt or Nao. She didn’t have much softness or sweetness, but she wasn’t purely tough either.

Her eyes, like deep lakes, gazed at him quietly.

Those eyes possessed neither feminine charm nor masculine fierceness, yet they held a unique allure that captivated the viewer.

Half an hour later, the two came out of the bathroom.

"What are your plans next?" Shirakawa Natsume made the sandwiches and placed them on the table.

"No." Miyuki picked up the sandwich, put it in his mouth and chewed, then regained his usual handsome expression, his eyes full of meaning.

Shirakawa Natsu noticed that Miyuki looked like a sadist.

But if he's assertive, he'll become a masochist.

"Then help me." Shirakawa Natsu narrowed his eyes. He had recovered from his frustration last night, and as a man, he had to take responsibility.

The culprit behind all of this is Nao.

To win over other women, you have to make sure they don't cause trouble.

If pure love doesn't work, we have to find another way.

He decided to stand up for himself!

"Okay." Miyuki nodded, putting the sandwich in her mouth. "What do you need me to do?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu hesitated again when he heard the specific execution plan. Even if Nao were tied together with Miyuki, they wouldn't be a match.

Chapter 461 This scumbag woman

Shirakawa Natsu knew what Nao wanted; her long lifespan made her more afraid of losing it than anyone else.

Rather than saying she's possessive, it's more accurate to say she lacks security, which is why she displays such intense attachment to everyone.

"I want to go see her." Shirakawa Natsu got up from the sofa and stayed next to Nao.

Compared to other women, Nao is the most likely to get into trouble.

"Are you going out?" Miyuki asked.

“Yes, you…” Shirakawa Natsu wanted Miyuki to stay as usual and call her when needed.

It always felt strange to take her to meet other women.

Just as I was about to speak, I saw Miyuki's eyes.

A scene suddenly appeared in his mind: a puppy standing at the door waiting after its owner left.

If I leave, she'll just sit here, watching the door, and waiting for me to come back.

After all, she only has herself left now.

Shirakawa Natsumi smiled and said, "Let's go together."

"Okay, wait a moment." Miyuki took out her phone and quickly typed on it.

"Okay, who are you chatting with?" Normally, Shirakawa Natsu wouldn't care about his brother's affairs, but since their relationship is different now, he couldn't resist his curiosity.

“College classmate.” Miyuki grinned, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. “I’ve been training a lot and haven’t had time. We originally planned to hang out today, but you had something to do, so we had to reschedule.”

After she spoke, she didn't hear a reply from Shirakawa Natsu, so she looked up curiously and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's alright." Shirakawa Natsu forced a smile. "Thank you for putting my needs first."

"Oh, it's nothing." Miyuki waved his hand, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and continued typing with two fingers: "After all, your first time is important."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Judging from her tone, she still had quite a few things that weren't so important.

What's with this subtle feeling of jealousy?

When I saw her come back last night, I was very touched. It felt like she had healed the whole world.

Why do I feel like this woman is a bit of a jerk today?

He watched for a while and found that Mi Zhi Shi still had several unread messages after closing one chat window.

"You seem quite busy."

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded: “They all came to ask me out after they heard I finished my combat training.”

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at Shirakawa Natsu, a half-smile on her face: "What, are you jealous?"

"Absolutely not." Shirakawa Natsumi covered her forehead and waved her hand, saying, "Don't go on random dates in the future."

“Okay.” Miyuki put down her phone, stood up, and held his chin with her hand: “If you also agree to the date, the three of us can go together.”

Shirakawa Natsumi gave her the middle finger.

Her outburst actually lifted my spirits a bit.

Saying it was going out meant actually going to the fox's house next door.

Nao has always lived there.

"She hasn't come back." The fox put down the large book in her hand, lay on her side on the sofa in a lazy posture, and her eyes were fixed on Mikoto.

She was more interested in Miyuki than Shirakawa Natsumi: "You already have the answer."

“Hmm.” Miyuki put one hand in her pocket and put the other on Shirakawa Natsu’s shoulder, her posture casual: “It’s fine as long as we stay together. Identity, relationship, these definitions don’t matter.”

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsumi coughed twice and looked at the fox: "Where is she now?"

"I don't know either." The fox looked up at Shirakawa Natsumi: "Shouldn't you be the one who knows best where she is? She loves you, you know."

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment. She had never really cared about Nao much; it was always Nao who took the initiative to make the effort.

"So what do you plan to do?" The fox narrowed its eyes to slits. "You have so many women who love you now, you don't need another one, do you? Besides, it's quite annoying to like women who leave without saying goodbye, isn't it? Why don't you just continue with your life? Anyway, she'll come back on her own, just like last time."