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

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"Hahahaha!" Nao Jingu suddenly burst into laughter: "That's exactly the expression, a mix of confusion and bewilderment, it's so funny."

At this moment, the fox, who was lying on the waterbed with its eyes closed, sniffed the air, opened its eyes, and laughed, "There's chicken?"

“It’s your favorite grilled skewers.” Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the door with her thumb.

"Thank you~" The fox got up from the waterbed, walked to the showerhead, rinsed off the foam from her body, picked up a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

The fox's dream has always been simple: to have companions.

Now she has Shirakawa Natsu and Nao.

Now that it's summer vacation, she's become increasingly lazy and is completely in a relaxed state.

"Tch, so realistic." Jingu Nao pouted and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: "Still standing here, planning to peep at a beautiful girl taking a bath?"

"Do I need to peek?" Shirakawa Natsu pouted, glancing at Nao's figure.

According to those with high emotional intelligence, she is the most girlish of all the women Shirakawa Natsu has been involved with.

Low emotional intelligence, like a high school girl who has just reached puberty.

The next second, a wet towel was thrown at his face, splashing water everywhere.

He almost forgot that Nao had a deep understanding of micro-expressions.

The three returned to the living room, where a barbecue had already been laid out on the coffee table.

Kimura Momo doesn't like to wear clothes at home. After wiping her body clean, she sits on the sofa and starts eating skewers.

I don't know if it's because of the fox, but she always likes to eat roasted chicken.

Nao was wearing an oversized T-shirt and no bra. Because it was so loose, the neckline reached her chest, making it look like a low-cut dress.

When you bend over, the inside is completely exposed.

But she was wearing a pair of ultra-transparent black pantyhose, her delicate young legs swaying back and forth.

He glanced down and saw that Nao wasn't wearing underwear under her stockings.

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. Of course he knew that Nao might say she hadn't forgiven him, but she would still wear the outfits he liked.

He didn't think he was a stocking fetishist.

Isn't it normal for men to become more aroused when they see sheer black stockings?

"Just say what you need to say." Nao held the skewers, stretched out her foot, tapped his toes with her toes, then spread her toes and clamped his toes between her toes through the transparent black stockings.

Shirakawa Natsumi found Nao quite difficult to understand. These days, whenever he tried to get closer to her, she would refuse to have any further contact, claiming that she was still angry.

But in daily life, he would occasionally tease her with little gestures.

"I'd like to learn about your disguise skills," Shirakawa Natsumi said bluntly. "Can this technique allow me to disguise myself as someone else?"

"Oh?" Nao looked him over curiously. "What kind of person do you want to disguise yourself as?"

"Ideally, he should be completely different from who I am now." After thinking for a while, Shirakawa Natsu replied, "Ideally, he should be 10 centimeters taller, have some fat on his face, and look fierce."

As he spoke, he noticed that Nao's eyes looked at him like they were looking at a mentally disabled child.

"Uh, is it that difficult?" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback and asked, "I've seen other people change their gender, appearance, height, and weight at will."

"Can you also disguise yourself as an eagle in the sky and a fish in the water?" Nao asked.

"I'm not talking about transformation." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. "Okay, so how far can it go?"

"Disguise is just about changing physical features through makeup techniques; what you're talking about is already at the level of magic."

Chapter 300 Nao is easy to understand

The sheer stockings were slippery. Shirakawa Natsu seized the opportunity, pinching Nao's toes with her thumb, and then, just as Nao tried to escape, she suddenly reached out and held her small foot in her palm.

Nao tried to pull her foot back, but Shirakawa Natsu reached out her other hand first, and with both hands together, she finally managed to grab Nao's very youthful and delicate foot.

"Nao, let me massage your feet, and you can do my makeup, okay?"

"Hmph?" Nao had one leg held by Shirakawa Natsu, with the other leg dangling below, shifting to a superior position as she looked down at her: "When did you become so obedient?"

"Hasn't life smoothed out your rough edges?" Shirakawa Natsu smiled, her fingers moving from the soles of her feet upwards. The ultra-thin stockings were very smooth, and she could clearly feel the fair and tender skin beneath.

He should just tell her to give him a massage, so that Nao wouldn't ask him to lick her again.

Kimura Momo, holding a skewer of grilled meat, looked over with interest. After finishing her roasted chicken in a few bites, she said, "I'm going to rest."

"Sister, are you going to sleep? I'm going to play with your man~" Nao's foot was grabbed, but she still wouldn't behave, hooking her toes around his palm.

"Whatever." Kimura Momo always goes to bed at this time.

In the past, when Shirakawa Natsu would poke him while she was sleeping, if he pokes too hard, he will get bitten.

Clearly, foxes value sleep highly.

Only Shirakawa Natsu and Nao remained in the room.

"Nao," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a fawning smile, "I really have something important to do and need to use makeup. You must also miss your man being bullied outside, right?"

"Hehe~" Nao stuck her tongue out at him cutely: "I haven't forgiven you yet."

"What would it take for Nao to help me?" Shirakawa Natsu had already grasped Nao's personality, and the two opened up to each other.

She gradually became more and more fond of acting cute and affectionate.

It was as if she wanted to make up for the girlhood she never experienced by being with him.

"Let me think~" Nao put one hand to her lips, looked at her long legs in black stockings, and suddenly revealed a sly smile:

"Let's play a game."

"What game?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Nao's pranks were not something an ordinary person could handle.

"Let me show you what you're made of," she said, stretching out her other leg and touching his thigh with her toe, trapping the zipper of his jeans.

It was pulled down easily.

Her toes slipped into the crack, easily trapping Xia between them.

"Uh, forgive my ignorance." Shirakawa Natsu suppressed his excitement. Nao was wearing transparent stockings, which he could feel as smooth and soft as silk.

In terms of experience, Nao's feet are the most flexible, and they are soft and have a girlish feel.

“I don’t think this has anything to do with enlightenment.”

“Of course.” Nao’s expression gradually became serious: “If you can’t even hold out until I finish my makeup, what right do you have to talk about resolve!”

"Actually, I think even if we talk about this in a serious tone, the two things are still unrelated." Shirakawa Natsu looked down at her toes:

"How long does it take you to finish your makeup?"

"Hehe, half an hour."

“Okay, no problem.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He had now enhanced his Minotaur kidneys and was definitely capable of fighting.

"Let's begin." Nao pulled out some cosmetics from a small compartment in the coffee table and leaned closer. "Don't move around."

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu hummed, her toes moving continuously, both feet at the same time.

The smooth stockings and the soft, supple flesh of the young girl blended together.

It felt like a gentle massage.

Nao looked very serious and moved her hands quickly as she used a paintbrush to draw on his face.

"Nao, what country are you from?" Shirakawa Natsumi, unable to contain her discomfort, tried to change the subject with words.

"You want to ask me what I really look like, right?" Nao's hands didn't stop moving, but she directly exposed the question he was hiding.

"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu gave an awkward laugh. From the moment the truth came out, Nao stopped pretending in front of him.

His ideas are often seen through.

Nao disguised herself as Shana, and he didn't recognize her when they first met.

He was more concerned with what the real Nao looked like.

"It's nothing, really." Seeing the awkward expression, Nao smiled and said, "You'll have to find out sooner or later anyway."

As she spoke, her tone became serious: "Actually, I don't have a face. To better disguise myself, we have surgery to remove my face, and then I can make up the makeup to look the way I need to."

Shirakawa Natsumi imagined Nao's faceless face and couldn't help but shudder. Feeling sympathy for Nao, she quickly feigned surprise.

"Wow, does that mean I have a girlfriend who can transform into anything? What a great thing!"

After he finished speaking, he noticed Nao looking at him with a half-smile.

"Pfft." She suddenly burst out laughing, clutching her stomach, and said, "Sorry, I'm professionally trained, but I couldn't help it. Xia, the way you pretended to be indifferent and tried so hard to comfort me was so funny, hahaha, I really didn't mean to laugh."

"Hey, I was really serious just now." Shirakawa Natsumi was speechless.

Nao suddenly stopped laughing, looked at him, her eyes filled with affection: "Thank you, I just love Xia like this."

“Nao.” Shirakawa Natsu was suddenly affected by the atmosphere.

But as he was distracted, Nao's toes suddenly sped up.

"Ah!" Shirakawa Natsu exclaimed in surprise.

Nao smiled and gently cleaned his feet by bringing them together. Then she lifted her feet and spread her toes in front of him.

"Hehe, you lost in six minutes~"

"Hey, aren't you cheating?" Shirakawa Natsu was both amused and exasperated.

"Winning or losing is very important, and the agreement must be kept." Nao smiled, actually stopped applying makeup, and gave him a cute wink:

"But the emotion I felt just now was real."

"What kind of strange competitive spirit is this?" Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. He was also quite helpless with the quirky Nao.

Their daily life is filled with constant bickering and noise; they can never find peace.

"As a reward, I'll answer your question." Nao looked into his eyes: "This is what I really look like."

"I am of Dongguo blood, but I was born in that country and was chosen. Later, I came to Dongguo and disguised myself as a student to carry out an undercover mission."

"Later, my country was gone, my boss was gone, and no one contacted me anymore."

"Then I continued to play the role of a student until I met Xia."

Shirakawa Natsu sensed the faint sadness in her voice and suddenly felt a pang of pity for this lovely girl, wanting to protect her.

"Nao, I will protect you from now on..."

"Of course, I also occasionally work part-time as a hitman to make a living. In a few years, I will be a well-established name in the industry."

After Nao finished speaking, she looked at Shirakawa Natsumi and asked, "What did you just say you were protecting?"

"Uh, it's nothing." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: "The makeup is really important to me. Please give me another chance. I will definitely stick to it for half an hour."

"That won't do~ A promise is a promise." Nao grinned and stretched out her foot, placing it in front of him: "Give me a kiss on my foot, and I'll agree."

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the black-stockinged feet in front of her, hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out, lowered her head, and gently tapped the instep of her foot: "Is this okay?"

"Hehe, of course~" Nao withdrew her foot with satisfaction.

Looking at her satisfied expression, Shirakawa Natsumi felt that she was training herself, starting with the instep and moving on to the next step.

It seems Nao is working hard towards her goal of licking her feet.

“Let’s begin~” Nao smiled and picked up her paintbrush again.

Shirakawa Natsu took a deep breath. As long as he became stronger quickly enough, he could turn the tables on her before she succeeded.

Nao indeed stopped fooling around after that.

Shirakawa Natsu took out his phone; it was the phone of the bad woman he didn't want to contact, Yuzuriha Yu.

Chapter 301 Never Be a Dog

"Mr. Shirakawa, this way please." The uniformed young lady smiled and bowed, her movements meticulous, as she guided Shirakawa Natsu into the luxurious office.

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu looked around. The place was magnificent and opulent. This was his first time visiting the Yamagishi Group building.

Overall, it can be summed up in one word: "expensive".

The building has significantly higher ceilings than a normal building, a spacious and bright lobby and corridors, and the windows are spotless.