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

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"Hello, thank you for your patronage. Here is your membership card and receipt. Please keep them safe." The saleswoman bowed politely to him and then handed him a packaged plastic bag.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't say anything, took the plastic bag, and turned to leave.

Because of the anniversary sale, the store was crowded with people, but thankfully everyone was very low-key.

He quickly made his way through the crowd toward the apartment, glancing at the black shopping bag.

There was a hemp rope inside.

Shirakawa Natsumi muttered to herself, "I wonder if the selling point mentioned in the introduction, that it's specially treated and won't damage the skin, is true."

When she woke up this morning, there were still obvious marks on Mikoto's neck, which made her wear a turtleneck sweater in the hot weather.

Shirakawa Natsu bought this, of course not intending to use it on her brother. Last night was just an accident, and it won't happen again.

The rope is used to tie up the slutty fox. If you can poke the slutty fox's clitoris, you can increase her favorability.

He went to great lengths to make Kimura-sensei comfortable.

With Kimura Momo's stunning beauty, the image of her with her hands tied behind her back with rope might be quite artistic.

He had just returned to his apartment and was taking off his slippers when his phone rang. It was Nao Jingu calling.

He casually placed the plastic bag in the entryway and answered the phone.

Waseda University, Law Department, in a private office.

The female teacher, dressed in a tight-fitting business suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, adjusted her glasses and said to Mikoto standing in front of her, "Mikoto, it seems you have a lot of prejudice against my course, as you haven't submitted your report yet."

"I'm sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to these days." Mikoto still had a cold expression, shook his head, but could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.

"Is it a private matter?" The female teacher tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand. "It must be some other woman again."

"..." Mi no Shi remained silent.

The female teacher reached out and wrapped her arms around Mikoto's slender waist from both sides: "If you have anything bothering you, you can tell me. Seeing that you're not in a good mood, even though we broke up, it still hurts me. Judging from your expression, you're not satisfied, are you? Have your girlfriends been really bad lately?"

"No need." Miyuki pulled her hands away. "I'm sorry, I'll hand in the report soon. Thank you for your concern, teacher."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, pushed open the door, and left the office.

The female teacher crossed her legs and shrugged: "How heartless. Did you date me just to trick me into giving you free tutoring? My skills are actually quite good too."

As Miyuki came out of the office, she rubbed her temples. She had been in a bad state these past few days because of Hojo Kanna's situation, and she had also been suffering from insomnia last night. She could feel that her mental state was very poor.

"Hi, Miyuki." A mature beauty with long black hair stood behind Miyuki, waving and greeting her with a smile.

Miyu turned around and saw who it was: "Class monitor, what's the matter?"

"Hehe, even though we've broken up, there's no need to be so cold." The mature beauty chuckled and leaned closer. "You were called to the teacher's office because of the report, right? I can borrow your notes."

"Thank you." Miyuki nodded, knowing that she needed detailed notes to complete the report.

The class monitor in front of her was not only beautiful, but also an academic superstar, which was exactly what she needed right now.

"Your attitude changed so quickly." The female class monitor waved her hand. "I even suspect that you only dated me before just to borrow my notes."

After she finished speaking, she leaned closer to Mikoto and looked up: "But borrowing my notebook isn't that simple. Mikoto-kun could consider sleeping with me once, or treating me to my favorite dessert from our past dates. You'll have to satisfy either my feelings or my body."

At the Waseda University dessert shop, after Miyuki entered, the girls eating sweets around her would glance over every now and then.

Without glancing at anyone else, Miyuki used her phone to take pictures of each page of the notebook in front of her.

The female class monitor sat opposite her, put a piece of cream into her mouth with a spoon, slowly put the spoon down, and said with a serious expression, "Miyuki..."

Without looking up, Miyuki said, "We loved each other, but we will never get back together."

"..." The female class monitor's lips twitched, and after a long while, she gave a bitter smile: "You're really skilled."

"Mm." Miyuki nodded and took the photos seriously.

The female class monitor rested her chin on her hands, looking at her handsome face and serious expression: "You will take the bar exam and become a judge, right?"

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded: “It will take a long time to become a judge.”

“Miyuki will definitely succeed.” The female class monitor turned her head and said, “Just imagine how handsome you would look in your judicial uniform.”

Mikoto was stunned. Suddenly, an image appeared in her mind: she was wearing a uniform that symbolized fairness and justice, standing dignifiedly in front of the prisoner.

However, no one knew that beneath the uniform, around the neck, was a dark brown collar.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she shook her head violently, banishing the terrible idea from her head.

"Miyuki, what's wrong?" The female class monitor leaned closer curiously and asked in surprise, "Your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing." Miyuki waved her hand, trying to calm herself down and regain her original cold demeanor.

"I'm so envious." The female class monitor's tone suddenly turned melancholy as she looked intently at Miyuki's face. "I never thought that one day you would meet someone who would make you blush. Even though you always had an unyielding sadness on your face when you were dating me."

Miyuki was taken aback and frowned as he looked at her.

"Why that expression? Did I say something wrong?" the female class monitor asked curiously. "Miyuki, the expression you just made was definitely something you'd only show when you're thinking about someone you like."

Mi Zhi Shi didn't speak; she didn't remember what the female class monitor said afterward.

After taking photos of the notes, she returned to her apartment. The sun had already set, and the red sunset bathed the earth in its glow, draping everything in red.

Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry; they all had their own things to do. This era is too rushed; no one will stop.

As Miyuki passed by the adult store from yesterday, a woman in a tight leather jacket was handing out promotional posters to passersby.

She glanced at it briefly, then immediately looked away and went straight back to her apartment.

Everything here remained unchanged. After entering the elevator, she didn't press the twelfth floor, but instead pressed the eleventh floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Miyuki stepped out, turned around and entered the staircase. Holding onto the railing, she walked up step by step, then slowly closed her eyes, gradually let go of the railing, and carefully stepped on each step.

Chapter 98 Something big is going to happen

Dark environments make people more sensitive. Mikoto carefully moved forward little by little, and after touching the steps, she took one more step up.

This staircase is like her life, and the darkness at the bottom of the stairwell is like her childhood.

My mother died when I was very young, and my father was abusive.

Mikoto doesn't cry. Other children's crying would attract their parents' attention, but her crying would only make her father more irritable.

Therefore, she will not show any expression.

It wasn't until Shirakawa Natsu found community workers that she was sent to the children's home.

“If you hate him, become a judge someday.” Shirakawa Natsu said smugly, while still punching hard. “I’ve seen it on TV. You can put those criminals in jail and make them receive the punishment they deserve.”

Miyuki continued walking uphill, carefully stepping onto a step with her left foot.

"Miyuki, shouldn't we put our studies aside for now?" The female teacher, naked, knelt between Miyuki's legs, looked up, wiped the water from her mouth, and looked at the book Miyuki was holding: "A politician's child is a politician, a banker's child is a banker. Although as a teacher, I should encourage my students, it's heartbreaking to see them unable to realize their dreams even after trying their best."

"You should also know that hard work and success are not necessarily linked; it's just a beautiful dream that those people have carefully created."

Mikoto's feet continued to cautiously probe forward, moving a considerable distance without touching the steps.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing at the entrance to the emergency exit on the twelfth floor.

“You have no heart.” A beautiful woman sat opposite her, her eyes fixed on her cold face. “I want to date the real Mikoto. Right now, you’re just a prisoner bound tightly with ropes. What is the real you like?”

Miyuki pushed open the safety door, and a bright light shone in, illuminating the steps behind her. The darkness from before seemed to have never existed.

She walked into the corridor, closed the emergency door, and shut everything that had just been there.

Miyuki opened the apartment door, went to the entrance hall, glanced at the living room sofa, but did not see Shirakawa Natsu.

She lifted her right foot and took off her riding boot.

A shopping bag on the ground caught her eye.

She went to an adult store with Shirakawa Natsu yesterday and is familiar with this plastic bag.

Miyuki looked up and around, but didn't hear Shirakawa Natsu's voice.

A strange glint flashed in her eyes, but she quickly shook her head, took off her Martin boots, put them in the shoe cabinet, changed into slippers, and straightened up.

Her raised foot lingered, not landing.

After a while, he withdrew his foot, leaned back a little, and looked inside the shopping bag through the gaps in the bag.

Due to the angle, it's not very clear, but you can vaguely see some thread-like objects that look somewhat similar to the dog leash that was holding the collar yesterday.

Miyu looked up again at Shirakawa Natsu's room upstairs; the door was locked.

She extended a finger and pried open the plastic bag slightly, revealing a rolled-up hemp rope inside, along with a booklet or something similar, which was a user guide.

Ropes are tools used to bind guilty people, causing prisoners to lose themselves and control over their bodies.

Unable to move his entire body, he lay on the ground, helpless as others did as they pleased.

Miyuki looked at the hemp rope and got goosebumps all over his body.

She immediately shook her head, closed the plastic bag, and seemed to find the thought that had just crossed her mind ridiculous.

She has dated many girls, but she is not a pervert.

In the second floor of the duplex apartment, in Shirakawa Natsu's room.

He took a picture of a set of notes and sent it to Jingu Nao, holding the phone between his neck and shoulder: "So I told you to pay attention in class, but you didn't take any notes at all."

"Waaah, stop yelling, stop yelling!" came Jingu Nao's aggrieved voice from the other end of the phone. "That Kimura Momo is definitely targeting me. She keeps giving me provocative looks during class!"

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment: "No wonder your foot was almost on my thigh during that class!"

"Don't you like it, Natsu?" Jingu Nao chuckled. "Just a few days ago you said my feet were very soft, and they were smooth and tender when I wore stockings, and it felt really comfortable to rub against them."

"Hey, you need to be mindful of the occasion! We're in class! Don't you know that's class?! If I hadn't grabbed you, you would have unzipped my pants almost!" Shirakawa Natsu was furious. "Did you really intend to do that in class?"

"Hmm?" Jingu Nao paused, then exclaimed with delight, "That's great! Next time we have Kimura-sensei's class, let's sit in the back row and give it a try!"

"Get lost! I've already sent you the notes, I'm hanging up." Shirakawa Natsu ignored Jingu Nao's commotion on the other end of the phone, angrily hung up, and threw her phone on the bed.

During class, she initially just draped her long legs over his thighs, and Shirakawa Natsu didn't think much of it.

Jingu Nao's legs have a very youthful feel; they're soft and feel great to the touch, and he's happy to touch them while attending class.

But not long after, when Kimura Momo looked over, she started rubbing her calves between his feet, as if afraid the lecherous fox hadn't seen it.

Shirakawa Natsu almost got bumped out; he was wearing thin shorts in the summer, and he almost embarrassed himself.

I don't know why Jingu Nao has such a deep prejudice against Kimura Momo.

"What a troublemaker." Shirakawa Natsu pushed open the door and walked into the living room. He remembered that he had just casually tossed the shopping bag into the entryway.

I didn't expect the phone call to take so long. I have to go get it back. Miki barely saw it and thought he had some ulterior motive.

Brothers are fun, but friendship is more important.

After Shirakawa Natsu came downstairs, she saw Miyuki standing in the entryway, her body twisting abnormally. She seemed to have heard Shirakawa Natsu coming downstairs and stopped moving.

"Miyuki, what are you doing?" Shirakawa Natsu walked over and saw Miyuki with her head slightly lowered, her hands behind her back, and a shopping bag and an instruction manual on the ground.

Miyuki had a cold expression and didn't say anything. She subconsciously turned her body to the side and squeezed her legs together, not wanting Shirakawa Natsu to see her from behind.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. In fact, he had already seen it. A rope passed between her legs, leaving an indentation in her light blue jeans. Her legs were long, and she was desperately trying to squeeze them together. Now, with her body slightly bent over, it was especially noticeable.

He scratched his head and said casually, "You came back without even saying hello. I ordered quick dinner tonight, so you'll have to figure out your own dinner."

Shirakawa Natsu knew, of course, that she should pretend not to know and brush it off. Even if Miyuki knew that he knew that she knew, it didn't matter. In the adult world, it's all about tacit understanding.

The scenario depicted in comics where someone bumps into their friend generating electricity and the two of them start generating electricity together is simply impossible in reality.

Shirakawa Natsu turned around and walked towards the room.

A low voice came from behind: "Wait...wait a minute."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu had her back to Minoki, her expression extremely strange. No way, no way, she bumped into her friend using a gadget and was then asked to do something outrageous before having to keep it a secret. This kind of thing couldn't possibly happen in reality.

Besides, Miyuki isn't that kind of person.

Or perhaps my good brother has awakened something strange, and I'm wondering whether I should act as a righteous gentleman or just lie down and cooperate.

Mi Zhi Shi didn't let him think too much: "My hands are tied, I can't see behind me, I can't untie them."

She was trying to make her voice sound normal, but Shirakawa Natsu could tell that her brother was very nervous.

He had encountered this situation yesterday when he put the collar around her neck.

She seemed to have become a cold-hearted human, truly turning into a pet.

"Haha, I see." Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and said understandingly, "I remember when I was a child, I got a pair of handcuffs and I also got myself handcuffed. The more I struggled, the tighter they became."