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

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Shirakawa Natsu noticed something was off about the pure and innocent school beauty, but didn't delve into it: "Let's go, it's getting late."

"Okay, sure." Kazama Rina hurriedly stood up and followed Shirakawa Natsu, and the three of them went to the entrance to change their shoes.

Ma Fei tidied up Shirakawa Natsu's clothes. Her unintentional little gesture made Shirakawa Natsu feel like her husband going out: "Auntie."

He couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing his aunt's sexy lips.

After kissing him, Ma Fei immediately looked away, rolled her eyes at him, and gently pushed him away from his chest: "Let's go."

"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsu finally managed to move away from his aunt's ample bosom. If it weren't for Kazama Rina being there, he would have definitely stayed with his aunt for a while longer.

Reluctantly leaving her aunt's house, the two got into the car together.

Rina Kazama sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

"They weren't wearing seatbelts." Shirakawa Natsu sat in the back seat, his eyes slightly narrowed. Kazama Rina had been absent-minded ever since they left her aunt's house. He was the first to disbelieve that the two of them weren't up to something.

But for a moment he couldn't think of anything he could be hiding from her.

If it were a close friend, he might cheat on her, but her orientation is definitely normal.

"Huh?!" Kazama Rina was startled and quickly grabbed her seatbelt and fastened it.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her flustered expression in the rearview mirror and sighed softly, "I'll drive."

He opened the car door, switched to the driver's seat, and Kazama Rina obediently went to the passenger seat.

The car started again.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Shirakawa Natsu stared straight ahead.

"I..." Kazama Rina hesitated, lowered her head, and after a long silence, said, "I miss my mother."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless, glancing at her expression out of the corner of her eye. Her true feelings were evident, so how could Auntie be so maternal?

"She's just the image of your mother in your imagination," Shirakawa Natsu decided to remind her anyway, knowing that his aunt was very charming.

Don't turn your harem gay.

"I know." Rina Kazama's voice was soft, her eyes reddening. "I'm sorry, I..."

Shirakawa Natsu drove in silence, and the car fell silent for a moment.

"Where is your mother?" Shirakawa Natsu suddenly asked.

Rina Kazama paused, her eyes dimming: "She left me when I was very young. I only remember that she argued with my father every day back then, I think it was because the family was in financial trouble."

"I will help you find her," Shirakawa Natsumi said calmly. "Then you can choose whether to take a look or let her know about you."

"Huh?" Kazama Rina suddenly raised her head, looking flustered. "No, I... I'm used to it."

"It's okay." Bai Chuanxia shook her head to interrupt her: "Now you have your support, so you don't have to worry about anything. Don't you want to tell her that you're doing well now?"

Rina Kazama stared at him blankly, then her face flushed red in an instant, as if it could drip water.

Men always look especially handsome when they say things like they want to protect women.

"Okay." Kazama Rina nodded, blushing. Her heart had been completely captivated by Shirakawa Natsu.

"Alright, let's go back." Shirakawa Natsu left the car downstairs at her apartment building.

Kazama Rina suddenly looked up, gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and shyly left in her high heels.

Bai Chuanxia looked at the pure and innocent school beauty's back and was lucky to have gained some goodwill, otherwise she might have really been turned gay by the aunt.

However, the innocent school beauty is always both flirtatious and bold in front of him, but at the same time, she is easily shy, a contradictory combination.

"Let's try to find her mother tomorrow." Shirakawa Natsumi looked away and drove home.

I was too tired today, so I didn't go looking for the fox and went straight home.

When he opened the door and walked into the entryway, he saw Miyuki sitting on the sofa, typing on her computer. When she saw him come back, she looked up and glanced at him as a greeting, and then continued typing.

"What are you doing?" Shirakawa Natsu walked over to her and looked at her computer screen.

Chapter 581 A Whip

“I’m learning about film.” Mikoto’s eyes were glued to the screen, which was playing videos of university lectures.

"No wonder she's a top student." Shirakawa Natsu sat down next to her; he really admired Miyuki for that.

Whether it was studying law, learning martial arts, or now studying acting.

She takes everything she does very seriously.

In contrast, Shirakawa Natsumi was inconsistent in her efforts.

He drew a cartoon and ruined his reputation.

If he hadn't been specially admitted to university, he would have been expelled long ago for skipping classes.

"Ugh, I'm such a failure." Shirakawa Natsu tilted her head and leaned on Minoki's shoulder.

"Hmph." Mikoto chuckled and continued looking at the computer screen.

Shirakawa Natsu leaned on her shoulder and rested for half an hour. When he looked up at her handsome face, he said, "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we've tried SM."

"Hmm." Miyuki looked at the screen, her tone casual: "It's been half a year."

"Do you like SM?" Shirakawa Natsu asked. He had always been curious about what it was like for a woman to experience it.

Miyuki pressed the play/pause button, rested her chin on her hand, and thought for a while: "I wouldn't say I like it, but it has its own kind of fun compared to ordinary 'sex'."

"Should we give it a try?" Shirakawa Natsu had just slept with her aunt during the day, but Miyuki and her aunt's maternal instincts were completely opposite.

He suddenly felt like teasing the cool, mature woman: "Are you getting up early tomorrow?"

“It’s okay.” Miyuki closed her notebook. “I don’t have any new scripts lately, so I have some free time.”

"That's great news!" Shirakawa Natsumi stood up from the sofa, her eyes shining. "Let's go see what fun things there are to do."

"Okay." Mizhi Shi unplugged the computer, stood up, stretched, and casually picked up a pack of cigarettes and put it in his pocket.

Adult shops are extremely popular in the East.

There is an adult products store/supermarket not far downstairs.

The two of them pushed open the door and entered together.

Miyuki's height and handsome appearance immediately drew everyone's attention.

A sexy woman was standing in front of a fake sheep, choosing the right size. After glancing at Miyuki, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Another young girl, accompanied by a male friend, was trying to muster the courage to come this way, while her boyfriend's face turned pale and then red.

“I think I forgot you’re a celebrity now.” Shirakawa Natsumi covered her face with her hands: “If someone photographs you shopping for adult products with a man, you’ll probably be trending on social media tomorrow.”

“It’s alright.” Mikoto walked to the display shelf and began to look at it.

This place has all kinds of collars, from black leather to cute pink ones, and they all come with nameplates that can be engraved with the owner's name.

Shirakawa Natsu's eyes swept over the collar. It seemed like the collar was used when she first played with Mi no Kumi. It could be considered an introductory tool for SM.

The fact that the tall and handsome Miyuki likes collars is quite a contrast.

"Do you like it?" Shirakawa Natsu casually picked up a black leather choker. Compared to the pink plush style, this simple leather choker suited Mikoto better.

Miyuki smiled faintly: "Mm."

"Then I'll come and get it later." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the collar; he was quite interested in seeing the other props.

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that having a friend to shop at SM stores with was quite a pleasant experience.

Passing by the counter of fake poplar roots, there were all kinds of sizes and dimensions on it, some of which even had thorns or small bumps.

The two were in perfect sync, walking straight past each other, showing little interest in such things.

As you go deeper into the area, the flavors of the props gradually become stronger.

The humiliating props used on the periphery gradually evolved into real weapons.

Shirakawa Natsu casually picked up a whip. The handle of this whip was made up of countless long, black strips of leather.

"Hi~ Guest, looking for a whip?" A light female voice came from beside me. It was a woman around twenty-five years old with long wine-red hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a tight-fitting OL uniform, but the uniform was obviously a size too small, stretched open at her chest. Her white shirt was also unbuttoned, revealing a hint of cleavage.

The bodycon skirt below only reached her thighs, vaguely revealing a bit of black stockings and suspenders.

Aside from the stockings, everything else was just a regular office lady uniform, but on her body, it exuded a sensual charm as she said, "I'm the owner of this shop, you can call me Masako."

Before Shirakawa Natsu could speak, Masako smiled and pointed to the whip in his hand, saying, "This whip in your hand, sir, is called the Nine-Tailed Fox Whip. Its greatest pleasure lies in the sound it makes when it's whipped."

She took one from the counter and waved it in her hand, the countless thin strips on the whip colliding with each other, making a "crackling" sound.

“Listen,” Masako enthusiastically introduced, “It has a higher and louder sound than an ordinary whip, with a deep bass, accurate mid-range, and sweet treble.”

She hugged her chest with both hands, closed her eyes, and became intoxicated: "While making the blindfolded little slut feel the pain to her skin, she will also feel from the bottom of her heart how presumptuous it is to resist such a voice."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu looked at her rapturous expression and took a step back.

I must have encountered a pervert today.

Miyuki looked at Masako with a playful expression.

Masako opened her eyes and saw Shirakawa Natsu step back, with Miyuki having a half-smile. She quickly covered her mouth and said, "Ah, sorry, I thought you were the master, handsome young man."

“…” Shirakawa Natsu

Masako turned to look at Miyuki: "If it's a man being whipped, a heavier whip can be used. What do you think of that?"

She picked up a whip, unlike the countless thin whips from before. This whip was entirely black, with a stiff, rectangular handle attached to the outside of the handle. She shook it a couple of times in her hand: "This is a genuine product directly imported from Britain, a whip specifically for equestrian use."

She waved it in the air, making a whooshing sound: "This is a game that became popular to enjoy the 'whipping'. Listen to this sharp and heavy whooshing sound. Compared to a prop whip, this kind of horsewhip can make the body feel a purer pain, a pain that no human can bear."

Masako glanced at Shirakawa Natsu, licked her lips, and said to Miyuki, "It can make the sufferer fully understand from this pain the fact that 'they are just livestock.'"

She tilted her head after she finished speaking and said, "By the way, this is also my favorite style."

"Pah." Shirakawa Natsumi wanted to spit out some saliva, then pulled Miyuki away.

“Of course, I also recommend this to you.” Masako took out a bottle that looked like a shower gel: “Although I personally really like the intense and brutal feeling of making the other person twist their waist on the ground, dry skin is prone to cracking, especially in this season.”

Shirakawa Natsu stopped in her tracks. Was there really so much to learn here?

Chapter 582 Just Once

Masako looked at Miyuki with shining eyes: "Guest, you must be a first-timer. If you're not used to the whip, and you want to hit harder, or even when you're sexually aroused, it's easy to cause unexpected injuries."

She glanced at Shirakawa Natsu out of the corner of her eye, a fleeting, almost imperceptible expression flashing across her face as she looked at the little dog: "So for the first time in SM, you can use only your hands, that way you can better control the force."

Shirakawa Natsu squinted. He was the type who looked slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.

This is like taking off your shirt.

Let this sexy mature woman see what a real muscle man looks like.

After Masako concluded that Miyuki was the sadist, she focused all her attention on her: "However, the downside of using your hands is that your hands will hurt."

She raised her hand: "Think about it, which is thinner, the skin on your palm or the skin on your butt? Slap your butt hard with your palm."

She swung her hand down hard, making a whooshing sound: "After being slapped, the person who hit her with their hand will also stop because of the pain in their hand."

Miyuki raised her head, looking at her palm with a playful expression: "Is the person who hit also the one who feels pain?"

"Hey, Miyuki, you don't actually believe her nonsense, do you?" Shirakawa Natsu saw Miyuki's expression, which looked like she was eager to try it out, and quickly said, "If her butt is all fat, it would be perverted to feel aroused."

"I'm not a pervert, please wait a moment, sir." After saying this, Yako bowed to the two of them and quickly left in her high heels.

“Hey, Miyuki, this guy is definitely a pervert.” Shirakawa Natsu’s lips twitched as he looked towards the door. “Maybe we should leave first.”

He thought he already knew a bit about SM.

He had acquired a lot of props and had some practical experience, but after meeting Masako, he suddenly realized something.

"Don't compare your interests with your profession."

He suddenly began to worry that if he stayed here any longer, he would definitely encounter something strange.

“Okay.” Mikoto turned around, ready to leave with him.

Shirakawa Natsu took two steps, then suddenly turned to look at Mino Shiki: "Mino Shiki, you seem interested."

He noticed the expression on Miyuki's face when she looked at Masako; she seemed very serious.