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

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Miyuki turned her head slightly, covering her chest with one arm and her lower body with the other.

"Actually, the character you're playing right now isn't shy," Shirakawa Natsu whispered, pointing to the phone behind her, its camera glowing red, indicating that everything happening here was being recorded.

Mi Zhi Shi stared blankly, turned her head slightly away, then quickly regained her composure and turned her head back, nodding to indicate that she understood.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly turned her head, covering her face with one hand. This expression of her brother being clearly shy but forced to compromise, paired with the cold and handsome appearance of the older sister, was too much of a cliché. She quickly controlled her expression to avoid making a fool of herself.

After composing himself, he turned around and noticed that Miyuki's eyes were occasionally glancing at his lower body.

He realized that he wasn't dressed either, and that he had been in a state of readiness for battle since the beginning.

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice to cover her embarrassment: "Let me help you put on the collar first."

Miyuki nodded, showing no aversion to wearing the collar.

Shirakawa Natsu took out a dark brown collar from the plastic bag and walked up to Mino Shiki: "Mino Shiki, let me make this clear first. Actually, if you want to break up with Hojo Kanna and Hojo Maki, you don't necessarily have to go this far. The choice is still in your hands. To be honest, it's pretty weird to be photographed wearing this."

Although he wanted to complete the mission, he still planned to explain the pros and cons to his brother in this final step.

He didn't want Mikoto to act impulsively and, after taking this thing, harbor resentment towards him later.

Shirakawa Natsu held the collar up to Miyuki: "If you're sure, then put it on yourself. If Miyuki puts the collar on voluntarily, this CD might become evidence that you're a pervert. It's up to you."

He wanted to do it himself, but it felt like putting a collar on a pet dog. His priority was survival, and he didn't want to open the door to a new world so soon.

Miyuki took the necklace, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the collar in her hand.

She was always the center of attention when she walked outside, the object of everyone's gaze. But now she had to put on the collar on her own initiative. It was perverted and no longer like her. It was as if once she put it on, she would become a different person, a personality that was no longer Mikoto.

Shirakawa Natsuya turned her head away, not daring to look at Minoko. It wasn't a real fight yet, but the mental impact was stronger than ever: "If you really can't put it on yourself, I can..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and suddenly noticed that Miyuki was already wearing the black collar around her neck.

She had one hand on her collar, trying to tighten it, while her other hand was clenched into a fist, seemingly unsure of what to do with it.

Her breathing was labored because of the collar, and her cheeks flushed slightly. When she saw Shirakawa Natsu looking over, she said, "I... I'm wearing it."

"Uh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu turned his head and walked towards the camera phone. He needed to hold it in his hand to shoot, as that would make it look more authentic.

As he turned around, his hand was grasped by another hand.

"What's wrong?" Shirakawa Natsu turned around and asked, "Are you feeling unwell or something?"

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, her hands clenched tightly. “It’s even more uncomfortable than I imagined.”

She kept fidgeting and twisting her neck, clearly able to strongly feel the position of the collar no matter how she adjusted the angle.

"My neck is being strangled, it's a little hard to breathe," Miyuki continued, then lowered her head slightly. Clearly, the collar caused her more than just physical discomfort; it also instilled a sense of humiliation. "And my neck has to be stretched out all the time, it hurts a bit..."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, looking at her neck. The delicate skin was red and swollen from the friction. The neck is the most vulnerable part of a creature, especially since lewd foxes love to bite necks. This collar had been specially softened, but it couldn't withstand her constant rubbing from different angles. "If you're really not used to it, take it off. If you continue like this, it will leave serious marks, and you won't be able to go out tomorrow."

"Can you hold on tight to me?" Miyuki gripped his hand tightly, as if afraid that Shirakawa Natsu might run away at any moment.

Shirakawa Natsumi tried to pull it out but couldn't. She apologized, "This way, we can't film a video."

Mikoto stood there, gripping his hand tightly. Despite being the taller one, she appeared unusually frail.

"How about we use that?" Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the rope that came with the collar when she bought it.

He led Mikoto to the sofa, took out the rope tied together from the shopping bag, untied it, and stretched it towards Mikoto's neck. Looking at the slightly swollen, slender neck in front of him, he swallowed.

He fastened the small hook at the end of the rope to the device on the collar, pulled it back, and Mikoto's neck tilted in the direction he pulled, the bells making a clear "ding-dong" sound.

Shirakawa Natsu took the opportunity to withdraw her hand. Perhaps it was the pulling force at her neck that gave Miyuki a sense of security, and this time she did not hold onto his hand.

"Now, lie down." Shirakawa Natsu held a rope in one hand and a phone in the other, recording everything in front of her.

Mikoto hesitated. Even though she was prepared to lie on the ground, this aloof older sister still found it difficult to do it.

"Didn't you say that yourself, Miyuki?" Shirakawa Natsu knew that she had to be firm at this point. They'd already come this far, the collar was on, and the leash was still on. If she were to say now that she could give up at any time, it would be tantamount to tearing the other person apart completely and then saying she could stop anytime.

"You've already gone this far, saying you want Kanna Hojo and Hanako Inagawa to completely give up on you. If you don't want to give up halfway, don't think about it. Just obey my orders. Even if the video can be edited, if too many scenes are deleted, it will still be noticed that something is wrong."

Miyuki was taken aback. She realized that it was all her own idea, that she herself had put on the collar and then asked Shirakawa Natsu for help.

"I understand." Miyuki clenched her fists. "I don't know if I can do it well."

"Don't worry." Shirakawa Natsumi held the rope. "I'm here, aren't I?"

These words seemed to give Miyuki a sense of security. She looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a look of dependence. She slowly bent down, put her hands on the ground, and her body trembled slightly.

Shirakawa Natsumi could feel her heart beating very fast in every sense of the word. He felt that his brother hadn't just been hesitating about whether to stop, perhaps...

Judging from her stiff body after she lay on the ground, it was clear that Miyuki's mind was completely blank at that moment.

Although Shirakawa Natsu didn't know what she had done with so many girlfriends, it was clear that what she was experiencing now had touched on her blind spot regarding sexuality.

Without a doubt, she had never felt this way before.

She knew she was doing something she absolutely could not do, something she absolutely could not let anyone know.

However, they still name things arbitrarily and completely follow orders.

It was shyness, fear, a rapidly beating heart, and anticipation of what would happen.

"You'd never guess, would you?" Shirakawa Natsumi said, recording and reciting lines on her phone: "The coolest and most aloof older sister in the eyes of law school girls is wearing a collar and being led around by someone."

"No...don't say it." Miyuki suddenly squeezed out the words through clenched teeth. Her voice was so soft that Shirakawa Natsu would have missed it if she hadn't been paying close attention to her reaction.

From Shirakawa Natsu's position, all that could be seen was her back, neck, and beautiful, dark hair, but not her expression.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Speak louder." Shirakawa Natsu said deliberately, and when Mikoto didn't answer, she added, "Actually, don't you think this collar suits you quite well?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled the rope upwards again: "Don't lie on the ground."

Shirakawa Natsu assured that all of this was for the sake of the show and was absolutely not improvised.

Chapter 91 Taking a Walk

Miyuki's current state is strange, which is completely different from his original plan, which was to just fool people.

Before his brother's rebellion could spur him on, he could easily complete the system's tasks by relying on the advantage brought about by his kidney failure.

But the course of events will never change because of people's subjective plans.

Miyuki's performance was so cooperative that Shirakawa Natsu couldn't tell if she was truly motivated by a desire to break up with Hojo Kanna and Hojo Maki, or if she was simply a skilled actress who got too caught up in the role.

Of course, none of that matters. Shirakawa Natsu pulled the rope sharply, and Mino Shiki's neck was immediately strangled, and his body was forcibly lifted upwards.

"Ah-ha." Miyuki let out a whimper, like a puppy whose tail has been stepped on.

But as soon as she uttered it, she realized it and immediately stuffed the lower half back into her stomach.

"Let's get going. Come on, get into position. Getting up should be easy, just like a baby." Shirakawa Natsu stood up and used a rope to lead her forward.

Miyuki kept her head down, her medium-length black hair falling to her chin, and slowly crawled along the direction Shirakawa Natsumi was pulling the rope.

Shirakawa Natsu would occasionally tug at the collar, making her constantly aware of its presence.

That's how humans are. Even in situations where they don't need to think but are passively guided to act, their minds still generate a unique sense of security, thus allowing them to continue not to think.

Shirakawa Natsu led her around the living room. The luxury apartment was large, and there wasn't much furniture, so it took them about ten minutes to walk around.

He would occasionally glance at Miyuki, who was crawling on the ground. Even though his girlfriend, Jingu Nao, was beautiful, and Kimura Momo was stunningly beautiful, Miyuki had her own unique charm.

He had a stylish medium-length haircut, a well-proportioned figure, long and straight legs, and a slender neck with a choker.

As Shirakawa Natsu held the rope in his hand, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. At this moment, it was as if Miyuki was his personal possession.

"Damn it, wake up!" Bai Chuanxia quickly shook the thought out of her head. This idea was too dangerous. She was her brother. Having feelings for her brother would be terrible. Besides, she was the most reliable refresh point for Huang Mao's APP tasks.

It's all because of that cold and beautiful older sister, Miyuki; it felt so rough getting up.

"That's enough." Shirakawa Natsu led her around once, returned to the sofa, and said to Miyuki, "We've finished walking."

Miyuki froze, seemingly only then realizing that she had already crawled around the room. She turned her head and said to Shirakawa Natsu, "Thank you."

Shirakawa Natsu noticed that her body relaxed noticeably, as if she had been tense all along, every corner of her body was tense, and she was holding her breath. At this moment, it was as if she had finally regained her breath.

Shirakawa Natsu squatted down, reached out and touched her dark hair, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work. The filming was a great success."

"Hmm." Seeing the smile and receiving the praise, Miyuki's face flushed red instantly.

This was a blush that Shirakawa Natsu had never seen on her handsome face before. Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away; it was too arousing.

He never imagined that such strong emotions could arise from a complete lack of physical contact.

He was clearly the one who committed the violence, but at the end, he only offered a word of praise, yet he elicited such a strong reaction.

"Is it... over?" Mikoto asked softly, her body still lying on the ground.

Shirakawa Natsu seemed to see a fleeting sense of loss in her eyes.

"Uh, it's just a break," Shirakawa Natsu explained. "It's to let you get back into the swing of things. The actual filming will start later."

"Mmm." Miyuki's face was flushed, and she nodded. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she was too tired. She remained lying down and did not sit up.

Shirakawa Natsu's strange expression was just to help you get used to the situation and find your rhythm so you won't break character too much later.

I didn't open the door to a new world for you, bro. Why do you seem to be having fun?

Shirakawa Natsu wasn't stupid; he felt that something was wrong with his brother's situation, very wrong.

However, he doesn't plan to delve deeper into research and development. Everyone has a hidden side, and his only goal is to complete the mission.

Find an opportunity to rinse it off quickly, then apply it to your face; that's it.

He was initially worried about whether his brother would accept it, but now it seems he was overthinking it. He was just afraid that his brother would think he was too small.

A terrible silence fell over the room, and Miyuki's breathing gradually calmed down.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around; clearly, what she had just experienced was not enough to satisfy Minoki.

His initial plan was to write words on her body with oil paint pens, draw some tally marks on her thighs, and then mix toothpaste with laundry detergent and apply it to her body. Anyway, the clarity of his phone camera was so-so that it would be easy to fool her.

It seems we need to change our plans.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out and patted Minoki's slender waist: "Now we'll officially start filming. If you call 'stop' later, I won't let you give up."

Miyuki shuddered and nodded.

“Let’s begin then.” Shirakawa Natsu said, picking up an eye mask from the side and tying it over Mino’s eyes. She leaned down and whispered in her ear, “From now on, you’re no longer human. Remember, you’re a dog.”

The body of Miyuki beneath him began to tremble noticeably.

With her eyes covered, her vision was completely obstructed, and she couldn't see anything.

"Lie down, like a dog, with your face on the ground," Shirakawa Natsu whispered in her ear, like the whisper of a demon.

Miyuki trembled as she pressed herself against the floor, the cool temperature of the wooden floor touching her delicate skin.

Shirakawa Natsu remained silent, lowered the rope, and quietly got up.

He glanced at Miyuki. She sensed Shirakawa Natsu leaving and her body began to tremble slightly, but she still obediently squatted in place.

She withdrew her gaze, gently pushed open the door, which made a "click" sound. Miyuki's body trembled even more violently, and her slender limbs gradually began to curl up unconsciously, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless.

Shirakawa Natsu quietly came out and glanced at the fox's room. The door was closed, and she didn't know if the fox was asleep.

He walked to the elevator, swiped his ID card, and pressed the "Do Not Disturb" button. A lock icon appeared on the button, which is one of the advantages of luxury apartments, meaning that other people will not be able to take the elevator to this floor.

He then took out a "Under Repair" sign from the corner, went up the stairs, and placed it in the stairwells on the 11th and 13th floors respectively.

Although it was impossible for anyone else to appear at that time, Shirakawa Natsu still made thorough preparations just in case.

He wanted to do something fun for his best friend, but definitely not to expose it to strangers.

Of course, Mikoto wouldn't know any of this.

When he returned to the room after making all the necessary preparations, Miyuki was trembling violently, breathing rapidly through her nose.

Clearly, the fact that she couldn't see whether the door was open or closed during those few minutes put her under immense pressure.

Upon hearing Shirakawa Natsu's footsteps, she visibly relaxed.

"Stand up," Shirakawa Natsu ordered. He didn't intend to go too far; it wouldn't be good if he really ruined his brother's life.

Mi no Shi was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing across her face, but she obediently stood up.

Shirakawa Natsumi didn't know if, at this moment, a feeling of disappointment had risen in her heart.

But none of this matters.

Because what follows is the key to the plan's success.

He took out a thin trench coat and draped it over Mi Zhi Shi's shoulders. He was a little shorter than Mi Zhi Shi, and two sections of his fair calves were visible at the hem of the trench coat.