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

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"No way." Jingu Nao pouted. "I like Natsu. When I sleep with Natsu, I'm happy no matter what perverted things I do."

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice. "You're all drunk. Let's call it a day."

“No.” Miyuki shook her head: “Sex and love are unrelated.”

"Why are you joining in this?" Shirakawa Natsumi covered her face. "Where did you guys get this weird competitive spirit?"

“Of course it’s related.” Jingu Nao retorted, “For example, after summer exercise, even if there’s sweat and a sour smell, I can still hold it without hesitation.”

Miyuki shook her head: "When the body is stimulated, it transmits the information to the brain, regardless of who gives the stimulation."

"That's enough!" Shirakawa Natsu stood up, picked up Jingu Nao, and said, "That's enough drinking for today."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Miyuki to say anything more, he pulled Jingu Nao back to their room.

He left Miyuki alone in the living room, lost in thought.

The two of them were lying on the bed.

"Natsu." Jingu Nao nestled in his arms: "Do boys, like what Minozaki-neechan said, have many girls they like?"

"That's hard to say. For example, I like Misaka Mikoto," Shirakawa Natsumi replied evasively.

"Hmph, it must be a name from anime." Jingu Nao pouted and quickly kissed him on the cheek: "Even if Natsu has other women he likes, my love for Natsu will not change or diminish at all, because you are the lover I have found, and I believe that your heart will be filled with me."

"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was complicated as she pulled her into her arms. "Sleep."

He didn't know if love that comes too easily would become less cherished.

Even if this girl loves you wholeheartedly and without hesitation.

The next day, Jingu Nao and Shirakawa Natsu spent some time together before leaving with smiles on their faces.

Shirakawa Natsu lay in bed, her next task being to figure out how to complete the mission and earn those thirty points.

This means he can directly exchange a minotaur's kidney.

He plans to try out the "Yellow Hair Massage Technique" today. Although the Yellow Hair APP is usually reliable, he hasn't tried it before and doesn't feel safe using it.

There are also some skill mechanics that need to be explored in practice.

The test subject, of course, was his good brother.

He planned to use his brother as the subject of the mission and simulate it first.

Tokyo University, in a private residence.

Kanna Hojo got up early and busied herself in the kitchen.

Her gloomy mood from the past week vanished completely, and she hummed a cheerful melody.

Hojo Maki sat at the dining table, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Kanna, did something happy happen?"

"Ah." Kanna Hojo was startled and blushed as she said, "I watched some comedian shows at home yesterday, they were quite interesting."

"So that's how it is." Hojo Maki sighed inwardly, "My naive daughter has already learned to lie. Yesterday, she wasn't watching comedians at all; she was clearly a sycophant for hours, licking their boots."

"I'm sorry to have worried my mother these past few days." Kanna Hojo smiled and carefully brought over a bowl of soup, saying, "This is abalone stewed with chicken."

Looking at the abalone floating in the soup, Hojo Maki thought that if she remembered correctly, her daughter had bought them to practice her skills, and then used them to make soup for her. Her daughter was truly thrifty and hardworking.

"Is Mom feeling unwell today?" Kanna Hojo asked curiously when she saw her mother staring blankly at the abalone.

"No, I was thinking about work." Hojo Maki subconsciously stopped picking up the abalone and put down her chopsticks. "Is Kanna going to school tomorrow?"

"Yes." Kanna Hojo nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Mom. I'm fine now."

Looking at her daughter, who had regained her cheerfulness, Hojo Maki felt complicated. She decided that she should at least find out what kind of girl Miyuki was first.

She is a police inspector in the Metropolitan Police Department and has witnessed too many tragedies caused by misunderstandings between families and children.

If Miyuki were a woman she could rely on, she wouldn't have explicitly objected.

As a police officer, I have a natural affinity for law school graduates, and the other person is quite handsome.

At this moment, Shirakawa Natsu, holding a hemp rope, came to the door of Mi no Kumi's room, turned the handle with her hand, and made a "click-click" sound.

But the door was locked from the inside and couldn't be turned.

"Damn it, what happened to trust? He even locked the door!" Shirakawa Natsumi definitely didn't have good intentions when she came to test her skills on Mino.

But if the other party anticipates this, that's a different matter.

You clearly knew the depth of your throat, but you're just denying it after you've had your fun, aren't you?

"Knock knock knock!" Shirakawa Natsu knocked on the door a few times.

Footsteps came from inside the room. The door opened, and Miyuki appeared wearing only an oversized shirt, revealing a pair of long legs. Her bare feet were on the wooden floor, and she was covering her forehead with one hand: "What's wrong? I think I drank too much yesterday."

"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu sneered twice, holding the hemp rope in her hand and swinging it in the air, pretending to be cold and said, "Who gave you permission to speak to your master like that?"

Miyuki seemed to have regained some of her senses. She looked him up and down, and suddenly a condescending, cold smile appeared on her lips.

It was an expression of utter disgust.

After expressing her disdain, she reached for the doorknob and closed the door.

"Uh, wait a minute." Shirakawa Natsu quickly stuck out her foot and blocked the doorway: "I was just kidding, let's go inside and talk."

Miyu glanced at him twice before opening the door.

Shirakawa Natsu had visited her room many times; it was sparsely furnished and very simple.

"What is it?" Miyuki sat on the bed, her long legs crossed, which was quite eye-catching.

"Shouldn't I be asking that?" Shirakawa Natsumi shook the rope in her hand. "You weren't like this a couple of days ago. Are you going to deny it after you've had your fun?"

Miyuki covered her forehead: "I'm not in the mood for sex today. I'll call you when I want to."

"Hey, what kind of scumbag statement is that!" Bai Chuanxia was speechless. He had gone all out. He originally thought it was a tacit understanding between the two of them, but it turned out to be just wishful thinking on his part. He instantly felt like he had been hurt by a scumbag woman.

“Even if we’re going to bed, it’s not like we want to do it all the time.” Miyuki tucked her short hair behind her ear.

The aloof and elegant woman, not fully awake, was only wearing a white shirt, which gave her a unique charm.

Shirakawa Natsu admitted she was charmed: "So what do you take me for?"

"What are you going to do with it?" Mi Zhi Shi tilted his head and said after a while, "Artificial AI, intelligent toy."

"You actually have the nerve to say that!" Shirakawa Natsumi tossed the rope aside. "So what exactly happened?"

He knew that there must be some reason for Miyuki's sudden change in behavior.

“Sex and love are separate.” Miyuki brought up yesterday’s theory again: “I’ve been under too much pressure these days, and the collar and rope can make me become a different person. I enjoy this feeling.”

“I understand.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. After Miyuki put on the collar, it was as if he had become a different person.

“That emotion has been released.” Mikoto swung one of her long legs in the air. “It’s like something that has been suppressed for many years has finally been released. I feel great now.”

"I can tell." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. Miyuki's speaking style was different today; he was a bit flippant.

She usually has a cold and aloof expression and hardly speaks, but today she's talking more and acting more like a heartless woman who plays with people's feelings: "If you treat me like I'm at your beck and call, you'll lose me."

“Oh.” Miyuki leaned back: “Actually, I know some female friends who are into S, but I’ve rejected them all before. They must be pretty good at it.”

"You scumbag woman." Shirakawa Natsu gave her the middle finger.

“If I only need a woman, I won’t look for other women,” Mikoto said casually.

"Okay." When Shirakawa Natsumi said that, he knew that his good brother was trying his best to hide his nervousness.

Even if she's putting on a convincing act, how could her brother, who's known her for so many years, not see through her act?

"It's settled." Mikoto clearly breathed a sigh of relief, but was still trying his best to hide it.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't bother to expose him; bro, your acting is really bad.

Perhaps because I'm used to having a cold expression, I'm not adapting to being more expressive so quickly.

He could even guess what his good friend was up to again, nothing more than the time he gave the CD to Inagawa Hanahi.

Instead of getting angry, Inagawa Hanahi patiently tried to persuade her.

It's probably true that Miyuki said she liked Inagawa Hanahi, and she was probably disappointed in herself as well.

Knowing the ending was already predetermined, she simply pretended to be a heartless woman who toyed with people's feelings, so that Inagawa Hanahi and Hojo Kanna would give up on her.

At least this way, she won't hurt the women who truly like her.

However, Shirakawa Natsu didn't care, and of course, she had her reasons.

A cool and aloof older woman with a disdainful look in her eyes, spouting scumbag talk, but actually cares more than anyone else.

It's practically dancing on his XP.

Shirakawa Natsumi decided to cooperate: "Let me give you a massage."

"Massage?" Miyuki frowned slightly. It was early in the morning, and she clearly wasn't interested in a massage.

"Actually, I studied this specifically for Jingu Nao," Shirakawa Natsu said with feigned regret. "I wanted to give her a surprise, but I didn't have anyone I knew around to practice with."

Miyuki was indeed soft-hearted and couldn't bear to refuse, but she kept her expression in check, revealing a hint of disdain: "I had a hangover last night and I'm not feeling well."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and lay down on the bed.

Shirakawa Natsu nodded. It was indeed the same brother, but from behind, Minoki's physique looked even better.

He didn't make Miyuki take off her coat. He knew that Miyuki didn't have the habit of wearing a bra, and making her take off her coat would make his intentions too obvious.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the restlessness in his heart, he slowly stretched out his hand and began to perform the blond massage technique.

First, place both hands on the sides of Minoki's shoulders. This is not a simple pressing, but rather the junction of the bones, which can also be called acupoints.

"Hmm." Miyuki immediately hummed.

Chapter 106 Simulation Mission

“There are some things that need to be explained in advance.” Shirakawa Natsu pressed two fingers on the acupoints on her shoulder bone: “Yano Shimi, your figure is very tempting. I am a man after all. If I have some reaction, or accidentally press some strange places, it is possible, right?”

Miyu buried her head in the pillow, so her expression couldn't be seen, but she managed to squeeze out a sound from between her lips: "Mmm."

"So, if you feel there's a problem, be sure to bring it up immediately, and I'll stop right away." Shirakawa Natsu ran two fingers down his spine, performing the Yellow Hair Massage Technique according to his memory.

"Ah."

The skills granted by the system are not the kind of fantastical abilities that can be automatically activated simply by shouting.

Instead, it involves transferring the skills and techniques related to those skills into one's mind, maximizing both theoretical knowledge and proficiency.

It also includes the ability to prevent the person being massaged from turning around; to achieve this effect, the massage needs to be performed at a specific rhythm.

Shirakawa Natsumi slid her two fingers down her spine to the bottom, then pressed her two thumbs inward.

“Ah ha.” Mikoto’s body trembled and she made a sound, but she didn’t move.

Shirakawa Natsumi's fingers circled along her tailbone to both sides, then slid upwards from her waist until they reached her armpits: "Mino Shimi's armpits are very clean and soft. Do you clean them often?"

Mikoto tightened her arms, preventing him from pressing there any further.

Shirakawa Natsu nodded to himself. It seemed that the blond-haired massage technique could interact with the person being massaged through language. His hand slid down to the thigh: "The thigh is also very long, just like those leg models. Other men would definitely be very excited if they saw it."

He continued to probe with language, experimenting with whether humiliating language during the massage would interrupt the "no turning back" effect.

Mi no Shiki did not turn around, but buried her head tightly in the pillow.

Shirakawa Natsumi couldn't be sure for a moment whether it was her own will that led her to turn back, or whether it was the effect of the skill.

"Spread your legs." Shirakawa Natsu hooked her elbows around the base of her thighs and calves, spreading them apart to make her long legs form an M shape.

As he did this, he felt his heart rate increase significantly. The blond massage technique required him to spread his legs apart, but not to this extent. He was also conducting an experiment at this point.

This posture causes the pubic bone to show a distinct inverted triangular protrusion.

Miyuki finally made a move. She buried her head in the pillow and reached behind her to hug her tailbone.

"No, I've already said that if you want to stop, you need to say 'stop.' Otherwise, you have to cooperate with me completely." Shirakawa Natsu smiled and reached out to push her hand away, looking at Miyuki who was posing in an M shape. The first part was just to relax her whole body; the best part was yet to come.

Since it's a "yellow-haired massage technique," it's naturally different from ordinary massage techniques.

"Should we stop, Miyuki?" Shirakawa Natsu asked again, while a finger was already on her tailbone, rhythmically rotating slightly.

After those relaxation techniques, Mikoto's body lay limp on the bed like a lump of mud, and even when his tailbone was pressed, the initial trembling reaction was gone.

Even though Shirakawa Natsu's movements were gradually going beyond the level of a normal massage, she still told them to stop.

Shirakawa Natsu's hand moved down along the inside of her coccyx.