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

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He pressed the sketch down to cover his crotch, his expression serious, maintaining an expression that showed he only had art in his eyes, before carefully examining Miyuki.

It was morning, and the morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her fair skin.

Humans have an innate desire for a healthy physique in their primal genes.

A slight bulge, representing a healthy curve, blends with the unique feminine softness to create a distinctive aesthetic.

"Spread your legs apart, use your left hand to pull at your clothes in front of your chest, and place your right hand on your waistband and press down," Shirakawa Natsu instructed.

"Hmm." Miyuki nodded, her left hand pressed against her chest, which, since she wasn't wearing any clothes, turned into her grasping her breasts.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange, as if something was off, but thankfully Miyuki was very obedient.

Time was limited, and he couldn't take his time. He put down his pen and paper and immediately started to pose her.

Then he squatted down and began to draw.

Because he already had a picture in his mind, and with Miyuki as a reference, he was able to draw a concept art very quickly, in about ten minutes.

Miyuki has excellent flexibility. Even those strange and inhuman poses can be performed well, and she can even support herself on one leg and maintain her balance.

After a few poses, her jeans came down a bit, revealing half of her underwear. It was black, and although it wasn't the overly mature style like Aunt Ma Fei's, it was still quite sexy.

After each drawing was completed, Shirakawa Natsu would immediately pose her in a pose.

He quickly completed eight concept art images at a rate of one every ten minutes, flipped through them rapidly, and felt that he was almost done. He checked the time, realized he hadn't agreed on a time limit, and still had a full half hour left. He then let out a long sigh of relief: "Alright, mission accomplished."

"Ah..." Upon hearing this, Mi no Shiki's body went limp, and he sat back down on the sofa.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. When she looked up, she noticed that Miyuki's fair skin was covered in visible beads of sweat. She suddenly realized that those strange poses were not something an ordinary person could do.

Not only did Mi no Shiki stand still as he asked, but she also remained silent throughout the entire process, demonstrating a high level of obedience and patience.

"Sorry, you've worked hard." Shirakawa Natsu poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.

“It’s alright, I’ve never been a model before.” Mikoto took the water and drank it all in one gulp, her eyes fixed on the sketch in his hand. “May I take a look?”

"Of course." Shirakawa Natsu thought her brother was an angel and handed him the manuscript.

After taking the manuscript, Miyuki quickly flipped through it. The expression on her face gradually changed from anticipation to surprise. After a while, she handed the manuscript back, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "The setting is very interesting."

"Haha." Shirakawa Natsu laughed as she placed the manuscript on the coffee table. "I thought you would be angry."

He drew it based on the third part, when the Stand concept appeared. At that time, the characters were all muscular, and he deliberately drew a female face, making the whole thing look as grotesque as possible.

However, the characters' handsome stand-ins and meticulous character designs make the story extremely interesting.

It's strangely bizarre and quirky, yet it also seems genuinely earnest and enthusiastic.

He was quite curious about what kind of expression the serious-voiced female editor would have when she saw the original manuscript.

“No, I think it’s very interesting and quite distinctive.” Mikoto took off her jeans and threw them on the sofa, leaving herself in only her underwear: “I’m going to take a shower.”

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu checked the time. There was still half an hour left. He had been posing for so long and was sweating. His back felt sticky, but once Miyuki finished washing up, he definitely wouldn't have time to wash up again.

“Let’s go together.” Mikoto could guess what he was thinking from his expression. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve already seen it. If two people go together, you can help wash his back.”

Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her gaze from her fair back and felt that what she said made a lot of sense: "Let's go."

Although the apartment was newly rented, it was fully equipped with toiletries. He hesitated for a moment when he took off his pants.

Turning around, I saw Miyuki casually take off her underwear, her long legs stepping on the tiled floor, and go into the bathroom to turn on the tap.

He stopped being coy and quickly stripped naked, his gaze falling on the black underwear she had left behind.

The area below the triangle is noticeably darker in color than the surrounding area.

This discovery caused a moment of surprise on his face. He glanced at Miyuki, who was filling a container with water, and secretly ran his finger across it quickly.

It felt a little slippery, but it wasn't sweat. This discovery made him react instantly.

"Aren't you coming in?" Miyuki's voice came from the bathroom, where steam was gradually enveloping the area, making his appearance somewhat hazy.

"Could it be?" Shirakawa Natsu already pictured a scene in his mind: Miyuki lying on the ground, looking back at him, his handsome face filled with shyness: "Please, come in."

He felt a tickle in his nose, quickly covered it with his hand, and hunched over as he walked into the bathroom.

Miyuki had already taken the shower gel, applied it to her skin, and was carefully rubbing it with her hands. She glanced at Shirakawa Natsumi but didn't show any expression as she looked at his reaction. She squeezed out some more shower gel and asked, "Do you want me to help you scrub your back?"

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu felt a little awkward and sat down on the small plastic stool. She felt a pair of hands stroking her back. It was the cool, sticky feeling of shower gel, which was quite comfortable.

He enjoyed it for a while, and soon felt a burst of hot water washing over his back, rinsing away the bubbles.

Miyuki's voice came through: "Alright, it's your turn."

"That's it?" Shirakawa Natsu thought there would be a chest-washing or back-washing session, but it turned out she was overthinking it.

Turning his head, he saw that Miyuki had already sat down with her back to him, continuing to wash her hair, looking like she was really focused on efficiency.

Shirakawa Natsu wasn't stupid either. He sensed that his brother was acting differently than usual. After hesitating for a moment, he placed his hands on her back, reached from behind to the front, and grasped her breasts on both sides. After trying to apply force, Miyuki continued washing her hair.

He wanted to test the waters further with his next move.

"Will having sex with me help you get healthier?" Mikoto rinsed the foam off her head with the tap, turned her head and looked at him.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't expect her to turn around suddenly. She was stunned for a moment, and the two looked at each other.

There was no shyness or other emotion on her face, only calmness, even though he was holding her chest.

"No," Shirakawa Natsu answered truthfully.

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded. “I don’t dislike sex. If you need it, you can do whatever you want with me. But… think about it, if it’s not for your health, what are your plans for doing this?”

After she finished speaking, a cynical smile returned to her lips: "I've always considered you a brother."

Chapter 271 You're So Skilled

The bathroom was shrouded in mist, adding to the hazy atmosphere. Water droplets fell from Miyuki's smooth skin, from her shoulders to her sexy collarbone, and finally landed on Shirakawa Natsu's hand.

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment, and instinctively pinched it with both hands. It was completely different from the soft and yielding feeling of Aunt Maki; it had a kind of elasticity.

"Want to get a little excited?" Miyu suddenly moved her body and sat directly on his lap, her long, beautiful legs crossed, one arm supporting her chest, and the other hand holding his chin: "Right now, there are no romantic feelings between us, so we should have a blast."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. The scene unfolded before him, completely beyond his expectations. Miyuki was two centimeters taller than him, and her shoulders were wider than his. She was sitting in his lap with such a charming appearance.

Rather than acting cute, she's more like a mature, sophisticated woman teasing younger men.

She lifted Shirakawa Natsu’s chin with her hand.

"Didn't you also have a happy expression on your face?"

Shirakawa Natsumi's mind raced, trying to rationally explain the situation before her, why her brother had suddenly become so aroused.

Miyu sat in his lap, her smooth skin pressed against his, and the scornful woman's smile lingered on her face.

I have to admit, when this super cool and mature woman gets into a wild mood, it makes my heart race.

If you are unsure of the situation, the best course of action is to wait and see.

In the bathroom, only the sound of a heartbeat could be heard for a moment.

Gradually, Shirakawa Natsu began to sense something was wrong. Miyuki grabbed the hand that was supporting his chin and gradually tightened her grip, going beyond mere intimacy.

"It hurts...it hurts!" Shirakawa Natsu finally cried out, unable to bear it any longer. "Was it too hard?"

"Hmph." Miyuki's lips curled into a cold smile: "Look, you can't say no, all you do is blush."

As she spoke, she increased the pressure on her hand: "This ambiguous attitude is what causes women to misunderstand in all sorts of ways."

“Natsu.” Miyuki finally released his hand and stood up from him: “If lovers want to get along well, they need to have a strong will. No matter who you want to be with, you have to make her feel it, otherwise it’s too despicable.”

Shirakawa Natsu covered her chin with her hand; it hurt terribly now. Miyuki hadn't held back at all.

He knew that Miyuki was right; he had acted too passively.

“I’ve thought about it carefully. If I were to marry someone in the future, you might be a good choice.” Miko walked to the showerhead, tilted her head back, and warm water fell on her face, running down her cheeks to her neck and then onto her body, the water droplets outlining her perfect figure: “After all, friendship is enough between us.”

"You'd stop going to see your woman for my sake?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked suspiciously as she quickly lathered herself with foam.

"Of course not." Miyuki answered without turning her head, as if it were a matter of course: "I don't think you would mind if I found other women, anyway, you can get involved."

"What do you take me for, a walking genital organ?" Shirakawa Natsu said indignantly, while the scene described by Makoto Miyuki appeared in her mind.

At the speed at which she finds women, she probably has many different women.

Miyuki, wearing the prop, was in front, her girlfriend was in the middle, and he was behind her.

Or perhaps Mikoto is wearing a prop behind her girlfriend, while she herself is behind Mikoto.

It seems... pretty good, kind of exciting.

“But it still doesn’t work.” Miyuki turned off the tap, turned her head, and looked at him: “You understand everything about my past. I’ve been thinking about this issue all along. As expected, I still can’t maintain a physical relationship with you as a brother.”

"Looking back, I could have noticed your possessiveness towards me sooner. You always have your own ideas and stand up for me when I need you. You probably wouldn't like someone like me. Of course, it's not that you like me, maybe you just want to possess me."

"To me, you are a dear friend worthy of respect, because when I was weak, we had a physical relationship. It turns out that I can't be fooled by pure friendship."

"A year ago, I never imagined it would turn out like this. I really want to tell my past self this."

“I’m pretty sure that I sometimes see you as a man rather than a woman. Of course, to call it liking or love would be an exaggeration. I’m well aware that I prefer being with my girlfriend to being with you.”

"Hey, even I would feel embarrassed if you said that." Shirakawa Natsu pouted, not expecting Miyuki to say so much to him.

But this is not surprising; that's just her personality. No matter what, she never minces words and always speaks her mind.

"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled, raising her head high. "I will no longer consider dating other women while dating you. If you are possessive of me, then try to change me."

"You're really direct, but I'm not surprised at all." Shirakawa Natsu finally finished washing herself, stood up and walked to the showerhead, letting the hot water spray over her body.

Miyuki is just that kind of person. She never minces words. Just like she just told herself, if she likes someone, she'll say it out loud without being reserved or making others guess: "But I need to conquer women to get my physical health."

“I will help you get healthy.” Miki was drying his body with a towel, a smirk playing on his lips. “I prefer women to being with you, at least for now. If I meet a nice woman, I might go to the ends of the earth with her.”

"Bad woman, and she takes it all for granted." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. Her brother really didn't hide his scumbag tendencies at all.

He dried himself off and found that his brother was in great shape the whole time.

The downside of getting a minotaur kidney transplant is that it allows one to maintain a very long combat state.

He tried to put on his pants but couldn't get them in. Calculating the time, the serious female editor-in-chief would be here soon. This was troublesome.

Shirakawa Natsu looked up and saw Miyuki bending down, picking up the black lace-up underwear, stepping one foot inside, and preparing to put it on.

"Wait a minute," Shirakawa Natsu hurriedly called out. Seeing her look up at him strangely, he could only point to his brother: "Could you do me a favor?"

When Mikoto saw what he was pointing to, she frowned slightly: "Can't you solve it yourself?"

"There's not enough time." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her pert back as she bent over. After these days of training, it was even more pert than before, and he felt it should be quite different.

Miyuki noticed his gaze and frowned, saying, "No, I haven't used it since then. If I'm not prepared, I can't get in at all."

"If you had told me when you came in that you could use shower gel instead and then take a shower afterward, there's no time now."

"Isn't it because you came in and started discussing such serious topics?" Shirakawa Natsu pouted and looked at Miyuki's lips.

A cool and sophisticated woman biting someone should have a great visual impact.

He didn't need to speak; Miyuki knew what he was thinking. She shook her head and said, "Sorry, I have no experience."

"Alright then." Shirakawa Natsu didn't insist, but reached out and stuffed it in. He couldn't take advantage of his brother's easygoing nature to bully an honest person.

Miyuki frowned, his foot came out of his underwear, he picked it up with his hand, and walked over to wrap Xiaxia up.

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsumi let out a long breath, then her expression gradually became strange: "Why does your technique seem so skilled?"

Miyuki's lips curled into a sly smile: "The more you do it, the more skilled you become."

"?" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned, her mouth agape, looking as if she had swallowed a fly.

“After all, when you’re with a woman, you can’t always have the right tools,” Mikoto explained, squinting.

"Can men and women be the same in this kind of thing?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked suspiciously.

“We’ll get to the same destination by different means, hurry up.” After saying that, Mi Zhi Shi leaned down and bit his chest.

The process was short, about six minutes.

Miyu put the jeans back on her feet and, seeing Shirakawa Natsu's surprised look, explained, "I only have jeans, I can't go braless."

Chapter 272 Fooling Her

Miyuki put on her underwear. Her breasts were more perky than most women's, and the openwork design left a dark patch on the black fabric when it clung to her.

She caught Shirakawa Natsu's gaze out of the corner of her eye, shook her head, and said, "If you find it strange, just forget about it and go back to how we were before."