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

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Her legs are well-proportioned, and now, wearing only flesh-colored sheer pantyhose, they look slim and smooth, while white high heels make them appear even longer.

Masami Arimura is only wearing underwear, pantyhose, and high heels, but her overall demeanor doesn't come across as vulgar.

This is related to her gentle temperament.

"Mr. Shirakawa seems quite surprised." Arimura Masami looked at Shirakawa Natsu and smiled gently. "Did I disappoint you?"

"Disappointed is an understatement." Shirakawa Natsu looked her over with interest. It would be quite interesting if these props weren't used on her.

These guys are really going all out.

Masami Arimura placed her hands behind her chest, unhooked her bra, and naturally slipped it off her arms, then cupped it in her hands and leaned closer to Natsumi Shirakawa.

"Because those are just toys, Mr. Shirakawa, you can leave your name on them, mark them with your unique mark, and make me your thing."

Shirakawa Natsu looked down at her hands and the chest she was holding.

He admitted that even though he had many women around him, he was still somewhat tempted at this moment.

“No, he belongs to me.” Mikoto suddenly spoke, a smile on his lips, his eyes fixed on Shirakawa Natsu: “Without my permission, no one can become his.”

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, but when she met Miyuki's gaze, she immediately came to her senses.

Good heavens, just a moment ago, he almost let Masami Arimura lead him by the nose.

A fleeting look of regret crossed Arimura Masami's eyes, but she continued with a smile, "It seems I don't have that honor. But Mr. Shirakawa, could you help me get a ring? I've always wanted to get one, but I just can't bring myself to do it. As you know, I'm a member of parliament, so I can't ask anyone else for this kind of thing."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu admitted that Arimura Masami was quite impressive in many ways.

No one involved in politics is a simple person.

Masami Arimura smiled, took a beautiful hole punch from the shelf behind him, and then took Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and placed the hole punch in his palm.

Then guide his hand and place the puncher on his chest, aligning it correctly.

"Mr. Shirakawa, could you press it for me?"

Her smile hadn't changed much; it was still the perfect, professional smile. But a clear madness appeared in her eyes, and her breathing was more rapid than before.

Shirakawa Natsu looked down at the hole punch in her hand, then looked at her again, and saw that she had actually stood up.

This guy is a pervert.

Shirakawa Natsu concluded that Arimura Masami brought them up for her own safety and calculations, but without a doubt, she herself was also a pervert, and was revealing her true nature.

However, he really doesn't have that kind of XP when it comes to things like drilling holes; he just wants to let go.

Arimura Masami seemed to see through his actions and suddenly tightened her grip.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

The punching machine closed and then opened again.

"Ugh!" Arimura Masami cried out in pain, her face turning pale instantly. She arched her body forward, curling up to relieve the pain.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. He didn't know if it hurt when he was nailed there, but he looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"Huff...huff..." Arimura Masami exhaled twice, gave him an apologetic smile, then picked up the ointment from the cabinet and applied some to the wound.

She didn't stop moving; she reached into the various rings and picked up a small, exquisite silver bell.

In front of Shirakawa Natsumi, he put the tube directly on the wound and smiled, "Mr. Shirakawa, I've always wanted to try this. Thank you for giving me the courage. How can I repay you?"

As she spoke, she deliberately gave a slight tremor of her chest.

As she moved, the exquisite bells rang out with a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

"..." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless at her actions. He suddenly felt a little scared. If he really got involved with Arimura Masami, a woman who was ruthless to him, it would be a real problem.

He glanced at his phone; the recording was already enough to ruin her reputation.

There's no need for him to get involved personally.

Masami Arimura has too much of a taste; he'd rather go back to dating a pure and innocent school beauty.

He now felt that Masami Arimura had completely taken control of the rhythm.

Masami Arimura sensed his hesitation, and a flash of disdain crossed her eyes.

While Shirakawa Natsu was still weighing the pros and cons, Miyuki suddenly closed the camera, walked up to Arimura Masami, raised her hand, and slapped her hard across the face.

Masami Arimura was completely unprepared for the blow, and it landed squarely on her.

She spun backward and fell to the ground with a thud, covering her face, completely stunned, staring blankly at Miyuki.

“He’s one of my men.” Miyuki raised her hand, pointed at Shirakawa Natsu, and looked at Arimura Masami, who was still stunned on the ground: “Your gaze is making me very uncomfortable.”

She raised her foot again, this time stepping directly on Masami Arimura's abdomen.

"Ugh." Arimura Masami's mind was still buzzing when she was stepped on. She grabbed Miyuki's Martin boots with both hands: "Wait, don't hit me."

Miyuki's lips curled into a smile as he continued to exert force with his foot.

"It hurts so much, please, I'm going to die." Arimura Masami's face turned red, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes pleaded, "I'll do whatever you say, please, let me breathe first."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was also startled by Mino's sudden outburst and stepped forward to stop her.

Miyuki turned her head and gave Shirakawa Natsu a look.

Shirakawa Natsu frowned slightly, and out of trust, stopped moving forward and stood watching.

Miyuki turned to look at Arimura Masami, a half-smile on her face: "Your pretense makes me want to vomit. Keep acting and you'll die."

After she finished speaking, she stomped hard, leaving a shoe print on Arimura Masami's flat stomach.

"Please..." Arimura Masami wanted to beg for mercy, but the expression on her face gradually became distorted, and her business smile became particularly strange under this distortion.

She suddenly opened her mouth, this time not begging for mercy: "Good...so good, harder, kill me, ha...haha."

Masami Arimura's gaze gradually turned crazed, her eyes fixed on Miyuki with utter infatuation.

“…” Shirakawa Natsumi thought Arimura Masami was a pervert from the very beginning.

But looking at her like this, I feel that even by abnormal standards, she is too extreme.

Chapter 521 It’s your turn

“The abuser also has a masochistic tendency.” Miyuki stepped on Hanazawa Masami’s abdomen and turned to look at Shirakawa Natsu: “It will only be revealed when they are forced into a desperate situation and have no way to resist.”

Ignoring Arimura Masami's pleas for mercy, she continued to stomp on her leg, causing Arimura Masami to scream in agony while clutching her leg.

Until her whole body started trembling, her long legs came together and then separated again.

"No, I can't take it anymore... Ah, harder." Arimura Masami's words were incoherent, her beautiful face contorted with madness.

Her body arched up like a shrimp, her mouth wide open, and she hugged Miyuki while stepping on her own leg.

Suddenly, he shuddered, stopped struggling, and collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been ripped out, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The wetness spread from the inside out of her flesh-colored stockings, and soon, her underwear and stockings could not stop more and more liquid from seeping out.

The water flowed directly from the stockings, spilling onto the ground and quickly forming a puddle.

Miyuki withdrew her foot to avoid getting it wet, and walked up to Shirakawa Natsu: "This is her true face. How does it feel?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi had just come to her senses when she heard her question. She replied with a strange expression, "What could you possibly feel? It's just pretty weird and makes people uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Miyuki suspiciously: "Hey, why are you so skilled at this?"

"Hmph." Miyuki's eyes held a half-smile: "I've encountered quite a few sadists."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu leaned back, her expression strange.

"You're jealous." Miyuki leaned closer, lifting his chin with her hand. "I'm always the one who conquers, but why don't you try conquering me?"

"..." Shirakawa Natsu leaned against the wall, unsure if this counted as a wall slam, his expression strange: "Is it just my imagination, but you seem to really want it today?"

“It’s not my imagination.” Mikoto readily admitted, leaning his face closer: “I just thought about it.”

After she finished speaking, before Shirakawa Natsumi could react, she suddenly reached out, lifted him up, placed him on the cabinet, and then lowered her head to kiss him.

"Wait...wait a minute." Shirakawa Natsumi placed her hands on her chest: "Aren't we doing things backwards?"

"Shh!" Miyuki put her finger on his lips: "Your turn will come later. Now it's my turn."

"Tch." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. "You don't actually think I'm someone you can manipulate, do you?"

He is now in the body of a minotaur, and all his physical attributes are at the human limit, so it won't be easy for Miyuki to force him to do it.

He watched as Miyuki took off his coat, then his T-shirt, boots, jeans...

As she took off her clothes one by one, her perfect figure was revealed to him. She had a low build, and muscles could be vaguely seen on her arms and abdomen.

The most primal beauty is captivating.

Shirakawa Natsu's resistance gradually weakened; being with such a beautiful and handsome friend didn't seem so bad.

His clothes were skillfully removed by Miyuki and thrown on the ground.

Shirakawa Natsu sat on the counter, with Minoki standing between his legs, her arms around his waist, holding him in place, and gently kissing him.

Contrary to her extremely aggressive appearance, Mikoto's actions were surprisingly gentle.

It's like a scumbag is very gentle in bed, which is quite a contrast.

Of course, it was mainly her who moved.

Arimura Masami was lying on the ground. Shirakawa Natsumi rested her chin on Minoki's shoulder, her body swaying with her movements, while she observed Arimura Masami.

The female councilor had come to her senses. She sat on the ground, looking this way with a restless gaze, as if she wanted to join in but dared not make a move.

The time lasted twelve minutes. Finally, Mikoto hugged him and waited until he had finished urinating before slowly separating.

"Alright." Miyuki didn't wipe it off and laughed, "Your turn next."

"What about her?" Shirakawa Natsumi pointed to Hanazawa Masami, who was squatting on the ground.

Miyuki glanced at him, took some props from the counter behind him, and walked towards Arimura Masami.

Shirakawa Natsu had expected Arimura Masami to at least make some demands, but when she saw Miyuki walk over, she simply nodded her head on the floor, as if she had completely submitted.

Miyu put a blindfold on her and stuffed a ball into her mouth.

She had her hands pinned behind her back and handcuffed. Her legs were folded, and then duct tape was used to wrap her calves and thighs together, forming an M shape.

Then, I took out two spiked toys separately, and without even taking off my stockings, I pressed them directly inside.

Fortunately, the stockings were high-end and of good quality.

Masami Arimura cried out in pain, but her expression seemed to convey something more than just pain.

Mi no Kumi's movements weren't very skilled, but she didn't make any mistakes either.

The beautiful politician, Masami Arimura, was tied to the ground in a shameful position, her hands and feet bound, unable to move.

The ball in her mouth made her very uncomfortable; saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the wooden floor as she gasped for breath.

Every time her body trembled, the toys in front and behind her trembled as well.

Where is the dignity of being a human being? They are nothing but a lump of flesh that can be played with at will.

Shirakawa Natsu witnessed this scene and was dumbfounded. She had no idea that Miyuki could do these things.

"I learned this over time." Mikoto walked over, her eyes playful. "After you tied me up with ropes last time, I felt pretty good about it, so I learned some things. Want to try it out?"

"As expected of a top law student from Waseda University." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. "His ability to apply what he's learned is quite strong. I won't try it if I'm not an M."

Miyuki smiled and said, "What do you want to do here?"

She was naked, and her eyes were fixed on Shirakawa Natsu with a hint of amusement.

"Why does your gaze make me feel like I'm being looked down upon?" Shirakawa Natsu pouted, glanced at Arimura Masami on the ground, and then turned to take a pair of handcuffs from the counter.

Mi no Shiki did not resist, and with her hands behind her back, she cooperated very well as he put the mask on her.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at her slender hands placed behind her back, restrained by handcuffs, with her pert buttocks below, and a desire to control her rose in his heart.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm training a dog?

Shirakawa Natsu picked up a pair of leather boxer shorts, a women's style, with an adult toy in the front and a completely open back, revealing the entire area. He held it in his hand and shook it.

"Want to try this?"

"Hmph." Miyuki smiled indifferently.

"She needs to be taught a lesson." Shirakawa Natsumi took out another ball, stuffed it into her mouth, and then put her in her boxer shorts.