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

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Instead of worrying about what to exchange for, why not think about meeting Miyuki and Hojo Maki tomorrow?

Even now, I still can't figure out what my brother is thinking.

He saw the camera sitting quietly on the table.

Everything that Miyuki is doing right now is planned and arranged.

Both the contract and the camera reminded him that Miyuki was meticulously planning all of this.

"Never mind." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. There was no point in thinking about it now. Let's wait until tomorrow, then everything will be revealed.

The next day arrived quickly. After agreeing to meet him in the afternoon, Mikoto went out as usual.

Shirakawa Natsu took the subway to the University of Tokyo. When he arrived at the school gate, he saw Jingu Nao waving at him from afar.

A smile appeared on his face. Now that he had a minotaur kidney transplant, of course he wanted his girlfriend to taste it first.

The area was bustling with students, some discussing which professor's course was difficult, others gossiping about celebrities—it was quite lively.

Shirakawa Natsu and Jingu Nao mingled in the crowd, just one of many couples. It would be perfectly normal for them to hug in the morning, or even to perform a French kiss on the spot, except that Jingu Nao was more beautiful.

“Natsu must be thinking about naughty things~” Jingu Nao hugged his arm, her eyes blinking.

"Uh, is it that obvious?" Shirakawa Natsu felt a soft touch on her chest against her arm. She hadn't noticed it before, but it was particularly noticeable today.

"Of course~ Did Natsu have something happy happen?" Jingu Nao put her finger to her lips: "Today, Natsu's gaze has been fixed on the inside of my thigh~ and it's more aggressive than usual."

"Cough cough." Shirakawa Natsu looked around. No one was paying attention to them. Having a girlfriend who spoke so loudly made his heart race. If he hadn't had a healthy minotaur heart, he probably would have died of palpitations long ago.

"I don't hate it~" Jingu Nao winked at him, and when no one was paying attention, she ran her black-stockinged leg across his calf.

Shirakawa Natsumi, embarrassed, quickly hugged her slender waist tightly: "Don't be silly, we're still outside."

"Hehe~" Jingu Nao leaned against him, and the two walked hand in hand towards the classroom.

In the morning, it was Kimura Momo's class; without a doubt, she was the most popular teacher in the school.

He possessed an intimate knowledge of world literary history, recounting it slowly and gently.

Sounds soothe the soul and gradually calm the mind.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange; judging by appearance alone, no one would believe it.

This perfect goddess wears casual pajamas with a cartoon fox head printed on them, snores when she sleeps, and when she's half asleep, she sticks out her little tongue and gently licks whatever is near her lips.

And now, the mouth that speaks in a gentle tone, uttering all sorts of elegant literary terms, has kissed him, and many times.

Shirakawa Natsu liked to finish by applying the product to her face and then smoothing it out with her hands.

Every time he saw the perfect Kimura Momo, he would picture her with her face covered in smears, her eyelashes stuck together, and a smile on her face, completely unconcerned.

Everyone has a side that no one knows, not even their family or lovers.

This is a secret that belongs only to the two of them.

"Natsu is thinking naughty things again," Jingu Nao's voice came from beside him.

Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered, startled by the voice. Turning her head, she saw Jingu Nao's smiling face and chuckled dryly, "Suddenly I realize it's been a long time since I've slept with Nao."

He didn't want to say such bold things in class, but lately he'd been a bit intimidated by Jingu Nao.

I always felt that Jingu Nao seemed a little different after I left his house last time.

This feeling is hard to describe in words.

She used to be a pure, cute, and slightly timid girl with a great figure.

She's currently a pure and lovely... yet slightly timid young girl.

Well, there's no difference between the two, but I intuitively feel that they are different, as if my thoughts have been completely read.

He gradually began to have no secrets.

"Hehe~ Did Xia Xiang and Jingu Nao sleep together?" Jingu Nao chuckled and said, "Let's go to Professor Zaono's office after dinner. I have the key."

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. As expected of you, Jingu Nao, your answer was so straightforward even in this situation.

However, he was relieved that he no longer dwelled on the matter of the lecherous fox he had been thinking about in the living room.

Shirakawa Natsumi adjusted her facial expression. "Okay, but there are plenty of love hotels outside the school. We don't necessarily have to go to Professor Zaonv's office."

The last time the two of them got aroused on her desk, Kimura Momo stood in the corner and watched with a smile.

He was so scared that he almost shrank back on the spot.

"Hehe, because there's Ms. Momo's uniform there." Jingu Nao smiled as she looked at Kimura Momo on the stage.

As expected of you, Nao Jingu.

Shirakawa Natsu made her second remark.

Kimura Momo's teaching level is very high. After listening attentively to her lessons, Shirakawa Natsu learned a lot of new knowledge.

Even if you don't think you'll ever actually use your knowledge of literary history, at least if you learn it well, you can sound very sophisticated when you're bragging about it.

Shirakawa Natsumi thought that next time she went to the Fox Village, she could ask her to give her some extra lessons.

After the class ended, before he even had lunch, Jingu Nao pulled him to that familiar office.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around carefully and only felt relieved after confirming that the lecherous fox hadn't come to spy on her.

He sat on his desk, and Nao Jingu looked down at him.

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu thought men were really realistic. Just a moment ago he was thinking about lecherous foxes, but now his body was very honest. Just a few teasing touches from the tip of his tongue, and he was like a balloon filled with ammonia, about to burst at any moment.

"Hehe, Xia, are you going to tear your stockings?" Jingu Nao withdrew her tongue, lifted her short skirt to reveal sheer pantyhose underneath: "Or should we just go for it? These pantyhose are really stretchy~"

"I'm fine with anything." Shirakawa Natsu felt that Jingu Nao had a unique charm whether she was dressed or ripped open. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. The two were already very familiar with the positions when they hugged each other in different ways.

In just a short while, they were connected.

"What is Natsu hiding from Nao?" Jingu Nao leaned into his arms, tilted her head back, and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.

Shirakawa Natsumi trembled and stopped moving.

Jingu Nao smiled, squatting on the ground with her feet half-squatting, her movements not pausing at all.

This was exactly the posture Mikoto had yesterday. He had remarked that he was truly a brother, with amazing stamina.

Now, Jingu Nao seems more relaxed than Mino Shiki.

“Natsu can tell me.” Jingu Nao’s voice was very soft: “Natsu can tell me that I also have my own secrets that I can’t let Jingu Nao know.”

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Shirakawa Natsu: "Jingu Nao will be an obedient girl and won't ask any more questions."

Chapter 123 No Compromise

In the abandoned office, the boy sat on the desk, his arms around the girl, their lower bodies joined together.

However, this enchanting and ambiguous atmosphere has now come to an abrupt end.

Shirakawa Natsu froze, her arms wrapped around Jingu Nao's slender waist, and stopped her thrusting.

“Is Natsu strange?” Jingu Nao leaned against him, only her long hair and neck could be seen from behind. “I think about a lot of things, where I can meet Natsu every day, what I should do today, when to appear by Natsu’s side so that Natsu can feel more free and not be constrained… and so much more.”

Jingu Nao's voice was very soft, and every word she spoke clearly reached his ears.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that the primal desire within her was slowly fading, and the part that had entered Jingu Nao's body began to shrink.

He then realized that since he started dating Jingu Nao, he had never neglected his missions because he was with her.

Jingu Nao is like an angel; she appears by his side when he needs her, comforting his body and soul.

They won't cling to you, and they'll always leave at the right time.

There is no such thing as a completely carefree romance; it's just that Jingu Nao is carefully nurturing it.

“I’ve thought it all through. Xia will come with me to the place where I was born. Xia will understand me, and I will understand Xia. We will get married, have our own baby, and watch her grow up together, see her leave us, and then spend the rest of our lives together.” Jingu Nao’s voice was filled with joy as she spoke of these plans, but then it turned somber.

"But it's so strange. Why is that? I seem to have forgotten my plan. I never fail in my missions, never... Why is it that after meeting Xia Hou, I no longer want to follow the plan step by step?"

"..." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her a little tighter. Jingu Nao had a lot to say, much of which he couldn't even understand, but it wasn't the right time to ask. He could only reach out and hug her tighter.

“Sometimes I think, ‘Let’s leave, let’s leave here, and it will all be over.’” Jingu Nao closed her eyes and leaned against Shirakawa Natsu’s chest. “I feel a little tired. Natsu, can you hold me tighter?”

"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsu tightened his grip, as if trying to sink her completely into his body.

"Why did I have to run into Natsu? I don't understand anything. I feel like I'm not even myself." Jingu Nao smiled. "Natsu, tell me to stop thinking about you, to stop thinking about your secrets, and to just be a good girl. I think I can do that."

"I..." Shirakawa Natsu felt that there was nothing he could do but hold her tighter.

"Can't you say it, Natsu?" Jingu Nao asked with a smile.

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded: “If she becomes the way I like her, she won’t be Jingu Nao anymore.”

"Hehe." Jingu Nao snuggled against him: "What should I do, Natsu? What should I do?"

"This..." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. It really was true. He couldn't possibly tell Jingu Nao about the Yellow Hair app.

She needs to deal with this version of herself, and it's exhausting every day.

But he didn't want Jingu Nao to become a mindless woman who could be summoned and dismissed at will.

Real women aren't like characters in novels, where all you have to do is blindly love the protagonist. They have their own thoughts, preferences, and lives.

“It seems Natsu doesn’t know the answer either.” Jingu Nao smiled, a faint sadness in her eyes, and looked deeply at Shirakawa Natsu: “If I hadn’t come to this country, I wouldn’t have met Natsu, and we would have been strangers forever. Even though I know this, I still can’t control my heart that has cooled down. I like you more and more every day. I’m so glad that I crossed the barriers of time and space to come to Natsu’s side.

Shirakawa Natsu felt an indescribable sadness rise in her heart: "Nao, I..."

“Hehe, there’s no need to say anything, Xia doesn’t have an answer either, does he?” Jingu Nao touched his lips with a finger: “Let’s do it.”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He didn't want to do it at that moment. The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans can control their desires and won't easily go into heat when they are sad.

Jingu Nao turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and skillfully wrapped her long, black-stockinged legs around his waist.

Her slender waist swayed to the rhythm he liked.

In just a few minutes, Shirakawa Natsu felt pain from her own wretchedness.

Why is it that even though there is unspoken sadness in my heart, my body is completely out of control?

Under Jingu Nao's rhythm, it's faster to put it into your brother's body.

The two remained silent throughout, taking from each other's bodies.

In the abandoned office, all that could be heard were the heavy, labored breathing of a boy and a girl.

In the afternoon, Shirakawa Natsu boarded Minobi's jeep as agreed.

Miyuki frowned as she looked at him.

"I'm fine." Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand, realizing that he looked pale. He took out a handheld camera from his bag: "It won't affect your plans."

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded and started the car.

The jeep sped along the road, leaving other cars behind.

Shirakawa Natsu's mind was filled with Jingu Nao's gaze, and even when she forced herself to think of other things, it wouldn't leave her mind for a long time.

He has wronged Jingu Nao; he is not worthy of this girl's love for him.

"Should I really tell her about the Yellow Hair APP?" The thought popped into Bai Chuanxia's mind, but he immediately dismissed it. It was absolutely impossible, so there was no solution to their conflict.

"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsu leaned back in the passenger seat, no longer thinking about these questions.

I wonder why those time-traveling predecessors didn't have this kind of trouble.

The jeep stopped in front of a coffee shop. The sun was blazing today, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.

Through the coffee shop's floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see a few customers inside.

Obviously, on such a hot day, people tend to stay at home even when they have free time, and very few people are willing to go out.

After stopping the car, Miyuki led the way.

The moment you push open the store door, a blast of cold air hits you, making you feel refreshed.

Shirakawa Natsu had no time to enjoy herself. Her gaze swept across the store, and in a corner, she spotted a familiar figure.

Hojo Maki, dressed in a stylish dress and high-heeled sandals, exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

The men in the next few seats pretended to casually pick up their coffee cups, but their eyes kept sneaking glances at her figure.

She covered most of her face with sunglasses, and if Shirakawa Natsu hadn't recognized the exaggerated curve of her chest...

He wouldn't associate the mature married woman in front of him with the dashing police officer he remembered.