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

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Mikoto instinctively reached out, wanting to close his trench coat and cover his body.

"Who gave you permission to deduct it?" Shirakawa Natsu's voice was very soft, with a hint of mockery in it.

Miyuki's body trembled, and she carefully loosened her arms that were protecting her trench coat. Because the trench coat was not buttoned up, it was split in the middle, revealing a bit of her chest, navel, and pubic bone from top to bottom.

Shirakawa Natsu covered her nose, her blood rushing to her head, causing it to feel a little hot and astringent.

But it was precisely at times like these that he needed to remain calm. He held the rope in his hand and said, "Let's go for a walk outside."

Miyuki trembled and shook her head slightly, indicating her resistance.

Shirakawa Natsu pulled the rope sharply, and Miyuki staggered as the collar around her neck pulled her body, the bells ringing out with a crisp "ding-dong".

Even now, she still doesn't dare to speak, as if she has forgotten how to speak.

Shirakawa Natsumi said softly, "Hurry up, the door is open now. If you keep dawdling, you'll only increase the chances of being caught by security."

Miyuki trembled even more violently, and even the bell around her neck made a slight "ding-ding" sound.

"Be careful," Shirakawa Natsumi said again. "If the security guard hears the bell, he'll definitely come back to check the situation."

This was meant to scare Miyuki. Actually, the bell was very soft, but Miyuki's eyes were covered and everything was dark, so she was particularly sensitive to the sound.

If the security guards heard the bell, they would just think it was a ghost.

"Hurry up, or someone will come." Shirakawa Natsu pulled on the rope, adding psychological pressure to his brother.

Miyuki wasn't wearing shoes; she carefully stepped on the ground barefoot, afraid of the bell ringing and afraid of being seen. Her body trembled, and she desperately tried to control herself so that she wouldn't shake any more.

The collar around her neck, at this moment, was like a swimming ring in the hands of a drowning person; it was clearly a symbol of shame, but now it was constantly giving her a sense of security.

Compared to crawling around the room earlier, the pressure she was under now was several times greater.

"You need to hurry up. Once you finish one lap, it'll be over." Shirakawa Natsu's voice sounded like a demon, but at this moment it was Miyuki's only support: "Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you, so you won't be easily seen."

Miyuki finally stepped out of the house barefoot.

Looking at her long, beautiful legs, Shirakawa Natsumi thought that it would be even more exciting if her brother wore high heels.

But he's not a pervert, so he just thought about it.

"By the way, Miyuki, speaking of which, the girls at your school must talk about you behind your backs, right?" Shirakawa Natsumi said as she walked ahead, holding the rope.

Chapter 92 Complete the mission

“After all, you’re so dazzling, Mikoto.” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly pulled on the rope in her hand, and Mikoto staggered, letting out a suppressed gasp.

Shirakawa Natsu sighed inwardly, thankful that she hadn't been blinded by lust and let her wear high heels because of her beautiful feet, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

“There probably aren’t any girls taller than you at your school,” Shirakawa Natsu continued. “Those who can get into Waseda University are all top students, so there must be few pretty girls, right? They must be talking about it in private, saying things like how cool Miyuki is and how safe it would be to date her.”

As he spoke, he led Miyuki to the stairwell, the sleep mask blocking out all light.

When there is only darkness in front of you, your ears become more sensitive.

She could only listen intently to all the sounds around her.

Shirakawa Natsu's seemingly casual words kept getting into her ears. The front of her trench coat wasn't buttoned up, and the cool breeze from the stairwell seeped into her clothes, the chill hitting her skin as if it were trying to penetrate it.

The sense of security brought by the darkness, the chill on her chest, were like patches of darkness, constantly eroding her heart.

At this point, only the collar around her neck could give her a sense of security.

He pulled the rope sharply again, and Miyuki immediately moved toward where he was pulling, her resistance decreasing.

Shirakawa Natsumi knew that, under the current circumstances, the more force he exerted, the more secure the collar around her neck would feel to her.

Because Mikoto is blind, the pulling force at this moment is no longer a humiliation, but her only way of sensing the outside world.

She would listen attentively to every word he said, even the most humiliating ones, because it meant that Shirakawa Natsu was by her side.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced back. She obediently refrained from covering her chest with her hands, and her trench coat only covered half of her chest.

"It's so arousing." Shirakawa Natsu quickly turned around, not wanting to ruin everything now: "Do you usually feel the way they stare at you at school? You must have worn revealing clothes before, right? I almost forgot that you have a habit of not wearing a bra."

"They'll all be looking at you. They must have fantasized about kissing you at least once. Of course, there will be even more perverted ones, both men and women."

“They’ll fantasize about treating you like a pet, keeping you at home, or taking you out for a walk late at night, like… right now.”

As Shirakawa Natsumi spoke, she pulled hard on the rope in her hand again, and heard Miyuki's soft breathing behind her.

He glanced back, then quickly turned back around.

Miyuki's penis actually got erect, so erotic.

“There are stairs ahead, be careful.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out to help her, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew her hand. Going down the stairs would make her feel even more insecure, and she couldn’t give up such a good opportunity: “They might fantasize about making you squat on the ground, open your mouth, and then do some inappropriate things. Miyuki, why are you blushing?”

Miyuki's breathing became noticeably heavier, and an unnatural blush appeared on his cold and handsome face.

She carefully placed one foot on the stairs to explore, cautiously descending the steps, while Shirakawa Natsu's words reached her ears.

He kept pulling down the collar around his neck.

Shirakawa Natsu stood two steps away from Minoki, so that even if she missed a step, he could ensure she was safe. However, Minoki was unaware of this.

He didn't know what Miyuki was feeling at that moment, but from her disordered breathing, he knew that her heart was beating very fast. Perhaps her mind was completely blank at that moment, or perhaps, under his guidance, she imagined the scene of countless people seeing her like this.

Shirakawa Natsu's gaze traveled down from his chest to his flat stomach, where fine beads of sweat glistened. Despite not having done much exercise, he was already sweating from nervousness.

His expression quickly turned strange. Although the lighting in the corridor wasn't very good, what was with that strange reflection?

"Oh no." Shirakawa Natsu realized something was wrong. He was so focused on reciting his lines that he hadn't considered that his brother was really into it and wasn't just acting. Besides, this was the first time she had experienced something like this.

The current purity is too high; she has clearly reached her limit. If she continues, she will be ruined.

He actually had some recordings of passersby that he had just found online on his phone, which he planned to play later to pretend that she was bumped into by someone who suddenly came upstairs. But now it seems that won't work.

"Okay," Shirakawa Natsu quickly said, "Now squat down and don't move."

Mikoto's body visibly stiffened, as if out of fear, her muscles suddenly tensed, but she still obediently squatted down.

"Raise your head and open your mouth." Shirakawa Natsumi pulled on the rope and spoke in a cold voice, as if commanding her own pet dog.

Without hesitation, Miyuki opened her mouth into an "O" shape. She was 179 cm tall with an oval face and a small mouth. When she opened her mouth, her pink tongue was covered with glistening saliva, and she also revealed two canine teeth.

When Shirakawa Natsu saw the two tiger teeth, he shuddered. Last time he was scratched, he was weak and afraid of infection, so he could only get a bottle of alcohol to clean it himself. When he applied the alcohol there, the pain was so bad that he almost had a heart attack and passed out on the spot.

"Open it...open it wider!" Shirakawa Natsu quickly added, pulling hard on the rope in her hand in a show of defiance.

"Ah..." Mikoto made a sound in her throat, trying to open her mouth wide. Crystalline saliva slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth. She didn't dare to close her mouth, letting the saliva flow down her chin and then fall to the ground, leaving a crystal-clear trail.

Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath and positioned his phone to take the picture. He knew that the success of the mission depended on this one moment.

"Task 1: Have an in-depth conversation with Mikoto, and make a face with it. Film the video and send it to Inagawa Hanahi. (Reward: 30 points)"

He and Kanna Hojo experimented with it, and the system's definition of deep communication is very broad; it only requires penetration of the local body, regardless of the location.

The name of this app, which features a "Cowboy" character, suggests a relationship that isn't a normal one, so it doesn't necessarily have to be like a normal one.

He first touched his canine tooth with his finger and estimated its size.

Thankfully, he didn't switch to the minotaur's little brother, otherwise he would have dislocated the brother's jaw.

And it would be really exciting to take out my phone and play the downloaded audio file later.

Miyuki had no idea what was going to happen. She was crouching on the middle step of the stairs, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, and could fall off at any moment. Her only sense of security came from the collar around her neck and the force pulling on it.

Both of them were breathing softly, which carried far in the dimly lit corridor.

Miyuki's mouth was quickly covered, and her gasps were forced into her throat.

The collar around her neck pulled, causing her head to sway back and forth.

The sounds in the hallway were strange: there were thuds, suppressed breathing, and a somber smell permeated the air.

In the dark stairwell, two figures were stacked together, one crouching and the other standing.

The thick air churned and dispersed in waves, as if making a rustling sound.

Men and women gradually emerged indistinctly in the darkness.

"You're alright, Miyuki." Shirakawa Natsu had already taken off the rope and collar and put them away. "You look a little unsteady."

"It's alright." Miyuki turned her head away. After her blindfold was removed, she could see the situation clearly. There were "Under Repair" signs everywhere, so it was obviously impossible for anyone to come over. "It's all settled now. How was the filming?"

"The effect is better than expected, you worked very hard." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but praise her, and then reached out to touch her long black hair, but he quickly realized that the collar and blindfold were no longer there, and they were brothers now, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Miyuki's expression froze for a moment, a blush flashing across her cold and handsome face. She turned her head slightly, hiding her face in the darkness: "Is there anything else I need to do?"

“It’s ready.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. “Next, I’ll edit the video and send it to Hojo Kanna and Inagawa Hanahi. I’ll blur their faces. I’ll show it to you when it’s done.”

"No need." Miyuki's expression gradually returned to normal, and she slowly transformed back into the familiar short-haired cool girl: "It's all over."

After finishing speaking, Miyuki stood up and said, "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll go back to my room first."

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly blurted out, "This is it."

Miyuki shuddered, her previously restored expression instantly shattered, her body trembling slightly as if she were about to turn back. The mark left by Shirakawa Natsu still remained on her face. Although she had wiped it with her hand earlier, it was actually a face full of it, though she couldn't see it, but the smell was even stronger.

"I said I still need to collect those signs here, you can go back first." Shirakawa Natsu wanted to slap himself across the face. He didn't know why he blurted it out. He wasn't a pervert.

Miyuki turned her head, her usual cold and cool expression on her face, and nodded: "Mm."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked up the steps, pushed open the fire door in the stairwell, buttoned up her trench coat to hide everything that had just happened, and walked from the dimly lit stairwell to the bright corridor.

Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone and looked at the video she had just recorded.

"That expression is too suggestive." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, carefully putting her phone away. The next step was to do some simple editing and blur the face.

Although the most difficult part of the task has been successfully completed, the goal is to completely finish this task from the system.

Some preparations are needed. Reality is not like television. The victim might be watching his wife and the blond-haired man's CDs late at night with headphones on, and a stack of toilet paper next to him.

In reality, the victims would fight tooth and nail. Whether it's Inagawa Hanahi or a yakuza chairman, whatever their reasons, if they don't give a plausible reason in this situation, they would definitely throw them into a cement bucket and then into Tokyo Bay.

"Ugh, this is troublesome. I'd better go check on my brother first." Shirakawa Natsu decided to go check on his brother first; after everything they've been through, he couldn't be broken.

Chapter 93 I need to calm down

When Shirakawa Natsu returned to his room, his trench coat was spread out on the sofa, and the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

That's normal. When she left, her face still smelled of him, so she must have wanted to wash it off first, as if to wash away everything that had just happened.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up the trench coat. Miyuki had sweated a lot earlier, and it felt damp to the touch, still carrying Miyuki's scent, which clung to the coat.

He noticed that there was a more noticeable damp patch on the back of the lower half of the trench coat than on the surrounding area.

He held the trench coat up to his body and showed it to himself.

His expression immediately turned strange. Could it be that the girl would actually come without any physical contact?

The scene from the hallway flashed through his mind. As he pulled the rope back and forth, controlling Miyuki's head to sway back and forth, he didn't notice where her fingers were.

But if he wanted his brother's handsome face, he obviously wouldn't do such a thing.

Perhaps he simply needed to urinate and couldn't hold it in.

It is well known that women have a lower tolerance for urination than men, so it is normal for them to leak a little.

Moreover, afterwards, Miyuki also said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

However, Mikoto was quite carefree, simply tossing the trench coat onto the sofa.

Of course, if Shirakawa Natsu really wanted to know the answer, he could simply put it in front of his nose and smell it. However, such behavior was too bizarre, and he subconsciously dared not think in a strange direction.

They're as close as brothers. What happened just now was just for filming, to fool Kanna Hojo and Hanahi Inagawa. Everything will be back to normal soon, and their long-standing relationship won't be affected.

"Yes, nothing will change." Shirakawa Natsu repeated to himself. He also noticed that he had been having a lot of internal monologues since earlier, as he heard the constant "splashing" sound of water coming from the bathroom.

When Miyuki comes out, nothing will change; they will still be good brothers.

Shirakawa Natsu decided to pretend she hadn't noticed anything unusual about the trench coat, picked it up, took it to the bathroom, and threw it into the washing machine.

I poured in laundry detergent and watched the trench coat spin in the washing machine, producing white bubbles that washed away all evidence of its existence with the water, as if it had never existed.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that he was deceiving himself; just now, he had learned a lot of strange knowledge.

For example, if a brother has no hair, it's unclear whether it's natural or due to a habit of grooming.

The mouth was exactly halfway deep, and the throat was very tight.

This knowledge is definitely not something that legitimate fraternities would know.

Of course, many young people nowadays know about roommates, which just goes to show that there are some problems with today's young people.