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

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He had been drawing for almost an hour. When he put down his pen, he noticed that Kanna Hojo was staring at him and asked, "Is there something strange about me?"

When asked about it, Kanna Hojo blushed and turned her head away, saying, "I did say that Natsu looks a bit like my father."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that there was something wrong with what she said, and quickly waved her hand and said, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just saying some habits."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her face grew redder and redder, and finally she lowered her head.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “Seeing similar details makes it easy to connect them with a scene from my memory.”

"Yes, thank you." Kanna Hojo raised her head slightly. "Natsu-kun is as gentle as ever."

Shirakawa Natsu smiled. He suddenly remembered the mission. He still needed to send the CD to Inagawa Hanahi. If he could get information from her, it would be of great help to the later mission. So he asked, "Since you said I look like your father, can you tell me about your childhood? You must have been very good at studying when you were young."

Kanna Hojo paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yeah, although it was supposed to be studying, I was mostly just playing around back then."

As she spoke, a look of reminiscence appeared in her eyes: "We played kicking cans, and saw who could swing the highest. We also played some adventure games, like building secret bases to hide treasures."

“I thought cute girls would be different from boys.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and prompted, “Kanna must have had a lot of friends when she was little.”

“No, I spent almost all my childhood with my older sister.” Kanna Hojo paused here, but quickly continued, “Actually, my sister was very timid back then, and I was always protecting her.”

"I see." Shirakawa Natsu began to guide the conversation between the sisters.

"She was a very shy person who easily trusted people. She would collect the colorful wooden sticks left over from the cotton candy at the summer temple fair and treasure them. Looking back now, they were all inexplicable things."

"Also, everything was so peaceful back then, so peaceful that you could hear the clouds moving. The sky was so blue, like it had been painted with crayons."

“During summer vacation, the school sports field holds a Ghost Festival celebration. I would take my sister, dressed in light yukata, to catch goldfish or set off fireworks.”

“We would also sit on cardboard boxes and slide down the slope…”

Kanna Hojo spoke with great enthusiasm, her eyes shining with a beautiful light.

Shirakawa Natsu listened attentively from the side. The Inagawa Hanahi that Hojo Kanna mentioned was completely different from the Inagawa Hanahi he remembered.

According to Kanna Hojo, Hanahi Inagawa, although she is the older sister, is shy and timid, and will carefully hide behind her younger sister.

She has a very girlish heart and carefully collects colorful things.

On the contrary, Kanna Hojo is more like a boy.

The two sisters had a wonderful and fulfilling childhood.

The two sat closer and closer together.

"Thank you," Kanna Hojo suddenly said.

"Why are you suddenly being so polite?" Shirakawa Natsu asked with a smile.

"I..." Kanna Hojo lowered her head. She had gone to sleep with Natsu Shirakawa, but after getting together with Miyuki, she deliberately kept her distance from him: "When I have troubles, can I still chat with Natsu-kun?"

“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu noticed that the address had been raised to Natsu-kun and smiled, “If you want, you can come to me anytime. You can discuss anything with me.”

"Yes, thank you, Natsu-kun." Kanna Hojo looked up, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Just then, a "click" sound came from the front door. Miyuki opened the door and walked in.

“Minokami.” Hojo Kanna quickly got up, left Shirakawa Natsu’s side, and looked at Minokami.

"Um, sorry." Mikoto looked at the abundant dishes on the table: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"We've been waiting for you, come and eat." When Bai Chuanxia saw the aloof and handsome older sister return, she smiled, got up, and came to the dining table, waving for her to sit down.

After Mikoto returned, Hojo Kanna became much quieter and didn't speak as she had before.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly began to miss the days when Jingu Nao was around, when the atmosphere was never dull.

After finishing their meal, Shirakawa Natsu said goodbye and returned to her room, leaving the living room to the couple.

The matter of arguing with my brother requires careful consideration.

Kanna Hojo and Miyuki returned to their room.

"I'm done showering." Miyuki came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.

Seeing Kanna Hojo sitting on the bed with her head down, he asked with wrinkles, "What's wrong?"

Kanna Hojo looked up, forcing a smile: "It's nothing."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, walked to Miyuki, and hugged her: "I will believe you."

"Mmm." Miyuki nodded and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

The two were pressed together.

Kanna Hojo's figure was very petite next to the 179cm tall Mikoto, and her face looked like she was crying.

It only takes a little friction to get into the zone.

After leaving a few marks on the sheets, their bodies pressed together.

Kanna Hojo held one of Mikoto's fingers, moved it across her abdomen, and turned her head away, avoiding eye contact: "If it's Mikoto, then it's fine."

Miyu glanced at him and shook her head: "You're not ready yet."

"No, I'm ready," Kanna Hojo said anxiously.

Miyuki shook his head and pulled her into his arms.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu noticed that Jingu Nao wasn't in a good mood.

"It's strange, there are times when you're not feeling well." Shirakawa Natsumi held her hand as they walked around the school.

After they started dating, they gradually became more open about these intimate gestures.

“Of course~” Jingu Nao pouted: “I’m just an ordinary girl, of course I’ll be scared sometimes.”

"Really? For example?" Shirakawa Natsu asked curiously.

"Hehe~ Let me think." Jingu Nao shook her head: "Last time when Natsu hugged my waist, she tried to press against my back. I was so afraid that Natsu would develop some strange fetish, since women don't feel comfortable in that position."

"Hey, that's enough. Don't slander me out of thin air." Shirakawa Natsu looked around. His girlfriend's driving always caught people off guard.

"It's not something I made up out of thin air~" Jingu Nao put her hands behind her back, ran a few steps, then turned around and stuck her tongue out at him: "Didn't Natsu think about that?"

"I... I didn't." Shirakawa Natsu's momentum weakened as she spoke.

Jingu Nao was right about what happened; he was holding her black stockings with both hands from both sides.

The visual effect was excellent, and I couldn't resist trying it out. I even tore the stockings up a bit, but after realizing it was impossible, I gave up and didn't force it.

"Hehe, Natsu is a big pervert~" Jingu Nao made a face and bumped into his arms.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly reached out and pulled her soft body into his arms.

Jingu Nao pressed her face against his chest, her voice lowering, "Does Natsu like me?"

"Of course." Shirakawa Natsu hugged her tighter.

"I'm so afraid that Natsu will leave me one day." Jingu Nao closed her eyes: "Natsu is all I have left."

"Yes, I will always be with you." Shirakawa Natsu patted her back. Before they started dating, she thought Shirakawa Natsu was a carefree and energetic girl, but after getting to know her, she found that Shirakawa Natsu was unusually insecure.

"Does Natsu love me, or is it just because it's comfortable to sleep with me?" Jingu Nao asked again.

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. How was he supposed to answer this question? He liked Jingu Nao's personality, her cheerful demeanor, and his time with her. Similarly, he also found it fun to hang out with his girlfriend, but he couldn't very well say, "I really like how good you are at it."

Jingu Nao placed her hand on Shirakawa Natsu's chest: "Natsu's heart is only one, it must be filled with me, love me 24 hours a day, whether you are studying or with your friends, tell me you love me with your true heart, hold on to me tightly, and only have eyes for me."

She looked up and gazed into Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes as she spoke: “Love isn’t a physiological reaction, is it?”

Shirakawa Natsu nodded, her tone firm: "Of course."

He had just finished speaking when he looked up and saw Kimura Momo walking towards him from a distance with a smile on her face.

"Holy crap," Shirakawa Natsu muttered to himself.

"Mori-sensei." Jingu Nao jumped out of his arms first and greeted Kimura Mori.

Shirakawa Natsu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Kimura Momo hadn't gone invisible, and quickly greeted her in return.

“Mr. Xia.” Kimura Momo smiled at him. “Could you come to my office later when you have some free time? There are some things I’d like to ask for your help with.”

Chapter 83 Why are you so skilled?

"See you later." As Kimura Momo turned around, she suddenly winked at Shirakawa Natsu from a blind spot.

Shirakawa Natsu shuddered, glancing at Jingu Nao out of the corner of her eye, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Nao wasn't paying attention to them.

When he looked at Kimura Momo again, she had already turned away and remained, leaving behind a graceful and elegant silhouette.

What is this lecherous fox up to now? Shirakawa Natsu was just captivated by that wink of charm.

A normally dignified and stunning beauty can suddenly become mischievous, catching everyone off guard.

"They're already far away." Jingu Nao whispered in his ear, "Isn't Kimura-sensei beautiful? Want to sleep with her?"

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice: "It's not that you can sleep with someone just because they're good-looking. You need love for that kind of thing."

"Really?" Nao Jingu leaned closer, extending her little finger, and said, "Let's pinky swear."

"Tch, are you a child?" Shirakawa Natsu extended her little finger and hooked it with her own tiny little finger.

“Hmm.” Jingu Nao nodded, looking at the two of them with their fingers intertwined. When she looked up at Shirakawa Natsu, her eyes began to soften. “When I was very young, I made a pinky promise with my friends that we would go home together when we grew up. Unfortunately, none of them kept their promise. Natsu would never lie to me, right?”

As they spoke, the wind blew through the woods, carrying a few withered yellow leaves into the air.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu scratched the back of her head, feeling the atmosphere suddenly turn sad. Modern society is developing too fast, and the word "hometown" has gradually changed from a noun to a memory: "When we were little, Miyuki said that she would marry me when she grew up, but she turned out to be a super playboy."

He shrugged and said casually, "I don't even know where Nao's hometown is."

"Hehe, it's quite far." Jingu Nao put her hands behind her back, turned around and looked at a tree in front of her, and said, "There were many poplar trees outside my house, and I even carved my name on them, but they should be gone by now."

“We can go and confirm it,” Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"What?" Jingu Nao was taken aback.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled and took her hand: "I want to go and see, to see the place where Nao was born, to see the poplar tree where you carved your name, and then carve my name next to it too."

Jingu Nao paused for a moment, then smiled again: "But it's very far."

"It's okay, we have a long future ahead of us." Shirakawa Natsumi held her hand. "We'll have a chance to go."

“Yes.” Nao Jingu nodded. “We will go. Someday, we will go.”

Shirakawa Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to get away with it and no longer dwelling on the matter of sleeping with Kimura Momo.

This lecherous fox, possessing the ability to control a person's five senses, directly approached the minotaur's girlfriend.

Last time at the apartment, if he hadn't had kidney problems and left quickly, the three of them would have ended up having sex.

Even if he doesn't mind a threesome deep down, it should at least be done with all three people knowing. Such a transparent relationship is nothing short of blatant misbehavior.

"Let's go eat. I heard there's a good restaurant." Shirakawa Natsumi grabbed Jingu Nao's hand and ran outside.

After my date with her, I still have to go to that lecherous fox's place. I hope she doesn't cause any trouble.

In the bar, Miyuki picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip.

Sitting next to her was Inagawa Hanahi. Today, she wasn't wearing her usual elegant kimono, but rather a business suit with black stockings and high heels. Her demeanor still seemed out of place here.

"Thank you for listening to me." Inagawa Hanahiya picked up her iced drink, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp. The next second, she immediately covered her throat and coughed rapidly.

Miyu snapped her fingers, attracting the bartender's attention: "Please pour me a glass of hot milk, with sugar."

"Okay." The bartender turned around. Hot milk with sugar can relieve the burning sensation in the stomach after drinking, and they naturally have it at the counter.

"Hey, don't treat me like a child." Inagawa Hana looked up, the stimulation and embarrassment brought on by the alcohol completely washing away the serious mask on her face, leaving only the shyness unique to a girl of her age.

He glanced at Miyuki out of the corner of his eye; despite his cool exterior, he was surprisingly attentive.

This contrast gives her a unique charm.

Now, Inagawa Hanahi is nothing like the yakuza heiress that Shirakawa Natsu knew. She's more like a young woman fresh out of college, dressed in an overtly mature office lady outfit, wearing ill-fitting high heels, complaining to her best friend after being scolded by her boss on her first day of work.

"Here's your hot milk with sugar, sir." The bartender placed a glass filled with white milk between the two.

"I don't need to drink this stuff," Inagawa Hanahi said, raising her hand instead of drinking.

A hand was faster than hers; Miyuki had already reached out when the bartender put the bar down.

So when Inagawa Hanahi raised her hand, Miyuki had already grabbed the glass, downed it in one gulp, and turned to look at Inagawa Hanahi: "What did you just say?"

“I…” Inagawa Hanahi placed the raised object on her cheek: “My left cheek is itchy.”

"Oh." Miyuki put down her glass and said to the bartender, "Another one, please."