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

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"Zzzzt." The bathroom stall door opened, and Miyuki, wearing a bath towel and holding a hand towel over her short hair, emerged. Steam rose from behind her, hitting her fair skin and making it appear incredibly soft and supple.

Shirakawa Natsu's heart skipped a beat; he was afraid that Miyuki would say something different from usual.

Miyu looked down at him standing in front of the washing machine and casually said, "Wash me too."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged, her tone relaxed. "You always throw in so many dirty clothes, are you expecting me to wash them for you?"

Aside from washing her own underwear, Miyuki usually throws all her other outerwear into the laundry basket, and then throws it into the washing machine when it's overflowing.

So often when Shirakawa Natsu was doing laundry, she would just throw her clothes in with her.

"Thank you," Mikoto said insincerely as usual, then dried her hair and left.

Shirakawa Natsu watched her retreating figure, let out a long sigh, and remained as usual, as if nothing had happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a slight, almost imperceptible sense of loss.

Humans are just that complicated.

Shirakawa Natsu stayed in the bath room for more than ten minutes, and only came out after she had finished washing.

Miyuki sat on the sofa, wearing only an oversized T-shirt as usual, with her long legs peeking out from under the hem.

A laptop rested on her lap; she held a coffee cup in one hand and typed rapidly on the keyboard with the other.

As a top student from Waseda University, being a "sea king" (a euphemism for a romantic relationship) is just a side job for her.

Shirakawa Natsuya brought over a drawing board, sat on the sofa, and began to draw.

"When was the first time we met?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked as she quickly sketched on her easel.

Miyuki took a sip of coffee, her eyes fixed on the screen: "When I was 12, I passed by and saw you being bullied by other kids. I taught those guys a lesson, and afterwards you told everyone that I was protecting you and that you were bullying those who had bullied you."

"Um... I see." Shirakawa Natsu paused, her paintbrush pausing. The children's relationship felt too real, not romantic at all.

According to typical comic book storylines, at this point, the two should huddle together for warmth and build a bond.

"So we were the only friends back then," Shirakawa Natsu laughed. He remembered that Miyuki's mother passed away early when she was young, so she must have been a reclusive person, which is why the two of them were as close as brothers.

Miyuki raised her head and glanced at him indifferently: "You do not have any friends, but I have many female friends."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu put down her pen and pouted, "Those aren't friends at all. Those women are just after your body!"

Mi Zhi Shi looked at him with a half-smile, his face bearing that familiar roguish grin: "I trusted you when you helped me leave that home, and later when I moved into the orphanage, you often brought me food from home."

After finishing speaking, Mi Zhi Shi looked up with a half-smile: "Actually, I don't know which movies or TV shows you saw that children in orphanages go hungry. At least the food in our orphanage is quite good. But every time you bring food, I finish it. To be honest, the food doesn't taste very good when it gets cold, and you rarely have meat."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu put down the drawing, rubbed her temples, and realized that the beautiful memories were indeed very different from reality.

Miyuki finished her coffee and put it aside. She closed her notebook and said, "What impressed me most was after you were hospitalized. At that time, you had been diagnosed with heart failure and could die at any time. Every time I saw you, I treated it as if it were the last time."

"I went to see you that evening. You were sitting on the bed with a smile on your face, sketching quickly on the drawing board. The setting sun shone on your face, and you didn't look old at all. You seemed to have infinite energy in your body."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu had no recollection of this, but he was certain that he was laughing because he was thinking about how readers had reached the most exciting part only to find that the update had stopped and that the author had passed away.

The exhilarating feeling of successfully pulling off a prank was almost the sole motivation for him to continue painting in his later years: "Back then, did any rich young ladies, daughters of political elites, or beautiful girls with purple or white hair come to our hospital?"

"What?" Miyuki frowned and asked curiously, "Rich young ladies and elite daughters wouldn't stay in such private hospitals."

"Oh, it's nothing, just asking casually." Shirakawa Natsu shook his head. He remembered that Hashimoto Nai once said that she developed feelings for him after seeing him paint in the sunset.

Based on conventional experience, there should have been more than just Mino Shiki seeing him drawing at the time.

"I'm going to sleep." Miyuki picked up her laptop, stood up, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then shook his head: "No need, we're good brothers."

Watching Miyuki return to her room, Shirakawa Natsu shifted his gaze from her long legs. Nothing had changed; she was still his good friend.

However, her legs are really beautiful, long and straight, but it's a pity she never wears high heels and stockings.

Every day, they are completely covered up in leather pants or jeans.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that only he could see his brother's fair and slender legs at home, which was strangely appealing.

Then I thought that Kanna Hojo might have already done it, and I had a strange feeling of being inexplicably bullied.

With mixed feelings, I returned to my room, turned on my computer, and imported the CDs that I had photographed with my phone.

The system's skills are quite unconventional. For example, skills like "Photography (Beginner)" would be mistaken by most people as improving photography skills.

But Huangmao APP is just that unconventional. The photography skills obtained from the skill store do not improve your photography skills in the slightest.

He was only allowed to use the functions of various photography equipment proficiently, and he could also manually modify it to silent mode.

As if he had gained a strange talent, the photos he took of Mikoto were not of her most beautiful appearance.

But it must be her clearest image, every pore and every micro-expression on camera.

There's also that viscous feel in the white liquid.

It all looks like it's in 8K high definition.

Even though the camera was shaky and the people weren't particularly attractive, the faces in the photos were captured with incredible clarity.

It gives viewers a strange sense of resonance that is low-class, slovenly, and sinful.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that if a friend asked him to film a wedding scene, it would most likely become the most difficult work to surpass in the history of distinctive film and television works.

Then, people who had been holding back their excitement watched until the end, only to find out it was a proper wedding.

"Hmm..." A soft, suppressed breathing sound came from the computer speakers.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the screen, which showed Miyuki crawling around the sofa in the room. She had already completed one lap and was now resting on the floor.

He pressed the pause button and zoomed in on a spot with the mouse. In the video, a noticeable reflective mark appeared at that spot.

Such a crystalline reflection only occurs when there is water on the object.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, clearing her mind as she began processing the video, starting by slightly blurring Miyuki's face.

Even though Inagawa Hanahi and Hojo Kanna will most likely only watch it at night, they are still brothers, so it's better to be on the safe side.

He blurred some recognizable things in the house, then focused his gaze on two sharp points. His photography skills were clearly rough and lacked any sense of composition. Yet, he always managed to capture remarkably clear images of strange and unusual places.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to go outside and calm down." Shirakawa Natsu stood up from her seat.

Chapter 94 Something’s wrong with you

"Calm down, she's your brother, you can't treat her like a woman." Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated heart.

Strangely enough, because of his kidney problems, his post-coital period lasts longer than that of ordinary people.

I had only chatted with Miyuki on the sofa for a little while, less than two hours in total, and now that I've seen the video, I feel my body starting to stir again.

"Take a shower." Shirakawa Natsu came out of the room. The hallway was dark. He reached out to press the light switch in the hallway.

As I turned my head, I suddenly noticed a ray of light shining through the crack in the door of the innermost room.

"Did Miyuki forget to close the door?" Shirakawa Natsu walked over and reached out to help her close the door.

As I placed my hand on the doorknob, I suddenly heard soft panting sounds in my ears.

"?" Shirakawa Natsu frowned and leaned closer to the crack in the door. The first thing she saw was Miyuki's familiar little mouth.

She appeared to be lying on her side in bed, her small mouth slightly open, as if she were breathing.

Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye and continued to approach with the other. She could now clearly see Miyuki's face. Her eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be in great pain, letting out a low, panting "Ah-ha."

Through the small crack in the door, one of Shirakawa Natsu's large eyes could be seen, filled with surprise and disbelief.

Miyuki curled up in a ball, her upper body pressed tightly against the bed, her eyes closed, her small mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed, her handsome short hair plastered to her skin, her lower body raised, and she was only covered by a thin air conditioning blanket.

She put both hands under the air-conditioned blanket.

Tears streamed down his handsome face, and his small mouth opened and closed as if he were speaking, accompanied by soft panting sounds.

Shirakawa Natsu remained bent over, the light coming through the crack in the door casting a slit on his face.

He made a gurgling swallowing sound.

Why is Miyuki crying? Why is she putting her hands under the covers? What is she saying?

The thought of taking a shower had long been forgotten by Shirakawa Natsumi; her mind was filled with these three questions.

He strained to turn his head to the side, pressing his ear against the door, as if he could finally faintly hear the indistinct sounds coming from her mouth.

"Kama... Nai..."

Shirakawa Natsu felt a sharp "crack" in her heart, as if she had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Others also know that Miyuki only has friendship for him, otherwise she wouldn't be on the yellow-haired guy's friend list on the app.

He asked himself if his feelings for Miyuki were love, and if the two of them were to actually fall in love, it would seem very strange.

However, men are often quite perceptive; they always have a feeling about whether she likes them or not.

Just now in the hallway, when he was holding that rope, he also felt that this woman was his property.

Shirakawa Natsuko felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, instantly calming her down and saving her the water needed for a shower.

He peeked at Miyuki through the gap again; the air conditioner blanket was trembling slightly, indicating that the movement was more pronounced than before.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and quietly stepped back.

In that instant, Miyuki's voice suddenly rose a octave, sounding like a sob: "Hana~hi~"

"Pfft." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help it, and his body staggered. His knee hit the wooden door panel with a "thud." The sound was not loud, but it was still clear in the quiet space.

Miyuki's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and looked towards the door.

She put on her slippers, got out of bed, wiped away her tears, and resumed her cool and aloof expression.

Miyu pushed open the door; the hallway was pitch black.

She walked to the stairwell, which was still empty.

Miyuki then turned around, walked back to the room, and as she reached for the doorknob, she took a deep look at the door before entering the room, closing the door with a "click" sound.

Behind the closed door was Shirakawa Natsu's figure. He covered his mouth with his hand, his heart pounding.

The sudden accident had startled him, causing him to make a sound unintentionally. He knew there was no way to avoid it in that situation.

Standing behind the door was also instinctive; in my mind, I was already considering how to explain myself if I was discovered so that I wouldn't be seen as a perverted voyeur.

Unexpectedly, the person actually managed to evade it.

"Good heavens, this is really something." Shirakawa Natsu didn't dare to take a shower now. She hid back in her room, sat in front of the computer, and kept thinking about the scene she had just seen. Miyuki's buttocks were sticking up so high, and her hands were under the covers. It couldn't possibly be that she was doing a buttocks and arms stretching exercise.

As she cried, she called out the names of Kanna Hojo and Hanahi Inagawa.

Shirakawa Natsu knew her brother was a playboy, but now she realizes she underestimated him.

No wonder he didn't bother explaining to Kanna Hojo, and just wanted to break up with both of them directly.

I liked both of them, but I knew it wouldn't work out in the end, so I made up my mind to reject both of them.

"Wow, my brother is amazing." Shirakawa Natsu shook his head. He was so shocked that he even forgot about the slight displeasure that Miyuki hadn't called his name. He had thought his brother was just gentle and bad at refusing, but it turned out he really was a scumbag.

Coming back to my senses from the shock, I saw a large-scale video on the monitor. On the screen, Mikoto was trying to open her mouth wide, and glistening saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She must have been feeling very sore, but she still tried her best to open her mouth as wide as possible.

The rope around her neck pulled on the collar, causing her neck to sway back and forth.

The glistening saliva kept spilling out of his mouth, falling out as long strands of stringy saliva.

Her face showed fear, helplessness, weakness, and submission.

His usually cool and handsome face now resembled that of a pitiful little dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy in front of an evil master.

And finally, even though its face was covered in grime, it still tried its best to open its mouth wide, and even as the grime flowed into its mouth, it dared not close it, like a loyal dog waiting for its master's command.

Shirakawa Natsu's face grew redder and redder as she looked at him.

Miyuki's usual cool and handsome appearance.

She was lying in bed just now, with her lower body raised and her eyes closed, crying.

It's still in the picture, mouth open, waiting for its owner to name it.

Which one is the real her, or are they all the real her?

The flames that Shirakawa Natsu had just extinguished were reignited, and he picked up a roll of toilet paper from the side.

The next day arrived quickly, and Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school yawning.

"Natsu~~" Jingu Nao skipped over to his side and put her arm around his shoulder: "Hehe, I'm so happy to see Natsu."