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

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He slowly walked to the bedside and placed his hand on his brother's abdomen, which was flat, smooth, and still had some definition.

He then looked at the hemp rope lying quietly beside him and reached out to hold it in his hand.

Shirakawa Natsu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it could jump out of his throat. He could feel that Miyuki, who was lying on the bed, was also having a rapid heartbeat, and the two seemed to be gradually getting into the same rhythm.

He raised Miyuki's hands as if he were fiddling with a beautiful doll.

Then, the hemp rope was passed through the armpits above the chest and wrapped around the back twice. The rope was tightened, pressing a dent into the upper part of the chest.

Then, the rope is wrapped around the front, passing under the chest, and then around the back twice. The rope is then separated and passed from both sides to the middle of the chest, and finally tied into a slipknot at the back.

With a sudden, forceful pull, Mikoto's body shifted slightly as the rope tightened around her chest.

After tying up his upper body, he passed the rope down from behind, between his feet, with the thread tied around his pubic bone, then around his waist, and finally around his waist twice more before securing it.

Don't ask him why he's so skilled; he originally planned to tie up a seductive fox, so he read the instructions carefully.

Moreover, this kind of thing mainly requires the cooperation of the person being tied up. Mikoto is now a beautiful but lifeless doll, and her cooperation makes people unable to resist doing some excessive things.

Shirakawa Natsu raised her head to admire her masterpiece. From the front, the rope cleverly supported the pressure on her chest entirely on her neck, while her lower body was in a Y shape. With just a little force, the line passing through her feet would rub against her tailbone.

The hemp rope tightened at both ends, leaving unique marks on Mino Shiki's fair skin.

"Huff, huff." Shirakawa Natsu's breathing was heavy. Tying up was hard work, requiring both strength and skill.

Of course, the most important thing is whether Miyuki can play the role of an adult doll well.

At this moment, she was no longer a brother, nor a human being, but merely an adult doll to be manipulated by others.

"It's too arousing." Shirakawa Natsu looked away. He didn't want to lie to himself. After all that, it wouldn't make sense for him to fall asleep.

This is an unspoken understanding; Miyuki is currently playing the role of a puppet, so they are not brothers at the moment.

Then he can do whatever he wants without worrying.

Tomorrow, everything will return to normal.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but turn her gaze back. Her lower body was restrained by a rope, but her small mouth was tightly closed.

If it's just about opening the mouth, that should be enough, right?

He reached out and pressed his hand against his lips, his fingers passing through his lips and touching his teeth.

Mi no Shi did not open her mouth.

Even rubbing teeth together is acceptable; perhaps just watching it is visually impactful enough.

The feeling of the rope sinking into my skin, the feeling of it tightly binding my body, and the faint, alluring scent in the air.

The rope was tightened so that the body was slightly deformed, and it acted like a guideline, highlighting all the rough areas and making everything clearly visible.

He pulled out a few sheets of toilet paper from the side.

A few minutes later, he returned to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and slept soundly that night.

The next morning, Shirakawa Natsu was making breakfast in the kitchen, putting fried eggs and ham on a plate and pouring two glasses of milk.

Miyuki came out of the room. Today she was wearing a turtleneck T-shirt, the collar of which covered her neck.

"Breakfast is ready. Would you like some ketchup?" Shirakawa Natsu asked as usual.

"No need," Mikoto replied in his usual indifferent tone, pulling out a chair, sitting down, and taking a sip of milk.

Everything was the same as before; what happened in the room last night was just a dream.

"Mm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded and sat down opposite her. His eyes glanced at the collar of her neck, where only upon close inspection could one see a faint bulge.

After finishing his fried egg, he suddenly said, "It's the weekend today, and I'm planning to visit Kanna Hojo's house. Her mother told her to stay home and rest, but since she's a friend, it would be impolite not to go."

The mission description is: "When Kanna Hojo is sad, perform the Blonde Hair Massage Technique on her inner thigh without her being noticed, and encourage her to regain her confidence."

There are a few key points here. First, it needs to be done when she is sad. Second, it cannot be discovered afterward. Third, it requires encouragement.

These requirements may seem complicated, but they are not contradictory.

The core idea is very clear: be a kind-hearted blond guy who comforts and encourages women when they are sad, and helps them get back together with their boyfriends, only making some minor pushes along the way.

If blondies have factions, this type must belong to the good and lawful faction.

He originally didn't plan to go to Kanna Hojo's house, as it was under surveillance and her mother, Maki Hojo, was a police officer.

This lady has a large chest, but the gun on her waist is also very large. If she were caught secretly messing with her daughter, she would really pull out the gun and "bibi" him.

But Kanna Hojo is clearly going through a heartbreaking period due to the system's demands.

There's still a copy of the CD in Inagawa Hanahi's hands, and no one can guarantee she won't give it to her sister.

If we just wait around, and after a few more days she comes to her senses and stops loving Miyuki, wouldn't the mission fall apart?

After weighing the pros and cons, Shirakawa Natsu decided to visit Hojo Kanna.

The task isn't urgent for now; we need to keep her calm and not let her give up on love.

When Miyuki heard that Shirakawa Natsu had gone to Hojo Kanna's house, he stiffened for a moment, then looked up and said, "Let's go together. I should go see her too. Our relationship isn't officially over yet."

“Um…” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Mi no Shiki out of the corner of her eye, and that was the point.

But bro, you're wearing hemp rope inside your clothes, and you're going to see your girlfriend.

Shirakawa Natsumi originally thought that she hadn't solved it because it was the weekend, and planned to stay home for a day and then find some time to solve it herself.

If he wasn't mistaken, even if he hadn't tied it particularly tightly yesterday, he had just moved around a little more.

The three parts of Miyuki's body would be tightened, as if constantly reminding her that she was a lewd woman.

This is too...exciting, or rather, bro, you're too pure.

"I'm going to my room to change my clothes." After finishing breakfast, Miyuki stood up and turned to go back to her room.

"Oh." A hint of disappointment flashed across Shirakawa Natsu's eyes. Miyuki was dressed perfectly fine. If she said she was going to her room to change, she was obviously going to untie the ropes binding her inside.

"Ding-dong." The doorbell suddenly rang at the door.

"Strange, who is it at this time?" Shirakawa Natsu got up to open the door.

Jingu Nao, carrying a shopping bag and with her hands behind her back, looked at him with a grin: "Natsu, I've come to play with you~"

Before Bai Chuanxia could answer, she pushed off with both feet, and her black silk-clad feet easily slid out of her small leather boots.

She grinned and slipped past Shirakawa Natsu, just in time to see Miyuki preparing to go upstairs. A strange look flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Miyuki-neechan, I missed you so much~"

"Hey, you, come here." Shirakawa Natsu quickly grabbed her collar from behind, afraid that she would disturb Miyuki's changing clothes: "Today I'm going to see Hojo Kanna with Miyuki, so don't come and cause trouble."

"Oh, okay~ Let's go together then~" Jingu Nao easily shook off him, skipped over to Minozaki's side, and hugged her arm: "Natsu dislikes me, but today I'm going to date Minozaki-neechan~"

"You better stop this!" Shirakawa Natsumi ran over and grabbed her.

Things started to get strange after Jingu Nao appeared.

After a series of unreasonable and disruptive arguments, Jingu Nao...

By the time Shirakawa Natsu came to her senses, the three of them were already sitting in the jeep.

He had only one question in his mind: Is there a traffic rule that forbids tying ropes inside clothing while driving?

Chapter 102 Dangerous Driving

Jingu Nao rested her head on Shirakawa Natsu's shoulder, her long, black-stockinged legs swinging back and forth, muttering, "Waaah, a couple's weekend is of course about working at sunrise and resting at sunset. I want to spend the whole day in bed with Natsu."

"Don't misinterpret the meaning of words." Shirakawa Natsu said speechlessly, reaching out to grab her kicking long leg: "Even if you're a couple, who does it for just one day? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

“I can move by myself.” Jingu Nao pouted. “It’s also very comfortable to hug someone I like.”

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu quickly covered her mouth. His girlfriend looked like an innocent young girl, but she told a lot of dirty jokes.

Normally it would be fine, but now he's just afraid of affecting Mi no Shiki.

Miyuki sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel, and the jeep was moving much slower than usual.

Shirakawa Natsu was the one who carried out the binding, and he knew the methods best.

He knew that Miyuki's current sitting posture was dangerous.

Every time she stepped on the gas, the rope would tighten.

The rough hemp rope on her delicate skin repeatedly and clearly reminded her that her body was being bound.

This method of binding will cause the chest to tighten, making it difficult to breathe.

Miyuki was trying her best to endure it, but Shirakawa Natsu could tell that the situation was not good.

Shirakawa Natsu had another worry. Yesterday, as a prank, she deliberately wrapped a rope around the indentation a little below her tailbone and made a knot there.

Now, every move Miyuki makes causes that knot to rub together.

Some parts of the body become congested with blood after stimulation, which can lead to further tightening.

After all, no one expected Jingu Nao to suddenly show up.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't know why Miyuki didn't insist on untying the ropes first.

Is it her irresistible personality, or is there some forbidden impulse hidden deep within her heart?

Like a venomous snake tempting humanity to depravity, it all started with an apple.

Now that the die is cast, all we can do is pray that Miyuki's driving skills are up to par.

"We're almost there. Kanna Hojo's house is just ahead." Shirakawa Natsu saw the familiar gate of Tokyo University through the car window.

He knew that the residential area where Hojo Kanna lived was not far from here.

Sweat gradually appeared on Mi no Shiki's forehead.

Shirakawa Natsu knew the stimulation was too intense.

Miyuki felt like she was walking on a long staircase with a rope between her pubic bones. With each step she took up, she was rubbing against the rope.

My chest has become erect, and my body is gradually no longer my own.

Pain and a feeling of incoordination, sweating, shortness of breath, and loss of control.

Miyuki stared intently ahead, no longer paying attention to anything else.

"So far."

"Just a little longer, just a little more holding on, and then..."

With a screech of brakes, the jeep came to a steady stop outside the alley not far from Hojo Kanna's house.

"Hehe~ Have we arrived yet?" Jingu Nao stuck her head out of the window, curiously looking at the surrounding buildings.

“Yes, it’s just ahead. Let’s get out first.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly grabbed Jingu Nao’s hand and pulled her out of the car. Turning to Miyuki, she said, “It seems we can’t park here. We’ll go inside first and won’t wait for you!”

Miyu placed one hand on her abdomen and nodded at him.

Shirakawa Natsu only glanced at it before quickly turning her head away; it was too erotic.

This aloof and glamorous woman with a smug, self-conscious expression is definitely not the brother he knows.

He glanced at Nao Jingu, who was skipping and hopping ahead, oblivious to their presence.

He quickly reached out and touched her chin: "Well done."

"Mmm." Miyuki snorted, nuzzling his hand with her chin like a puppy.

Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her hand, thinking to herself, "Don't drive it next time."

Although the car was driving very slowly and there was no real danger, it was still quite scary.

We agreed to be brothers all the time, but suddenly they started acting strangely in broad daylight.

To reassure her good friend, Shirakawa Natsumi quickly ran to Jingu Nao: "Yano-Kami seems to be feeling unwell. She'll sit in the car for a while."

"Oh~ okay, what a pity." Miyuki smiled and hugged Shirakawa Natsu's shoulder: "Natsu and Miyuki have a really good relationship."

“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. “She’s my best friend. We’ve been together for over ten years.”

"Does Xia like her? Like a woman?" Jingu Nao asked with a smile.

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then immediately shook her head: "Absolutely impossible. I only consider her a friend. My true feelings are for Nao."

"Hehe~ I believe in Xia." Jingu Nao immediately leaned on his shoulder with a grin.

"Ding-dong!" Shirakawa Natsu pressed the doorbell, and the door was quickly opened. Hojo Kanna stood at the door in her home clothes.

Although she was wearing loungewear, she was clearly wearing light makeup, which made her look quite refined.