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

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"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away.

I heard a rustling sound of clothes being undressed behind me.

"Okay...okay." Iori's voice trembled.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and saw that her head was slightly lowered and her body was completely naked. She usually wore a uniform, so it was hard to tell that she was surprisingly well-endowed.

She covered her chest with one arm, but her slender arm could only cover so much of the area, revealing a small section of her chest from below, which appeared to be an E cup.

Use your other hand to cover your lower body.

She wasn't wearing high heels or anything like that.

"Hey, don't waste time." The punk girl, holding a camera, shouted at the newcomer, her eyes fixed on Shirakawa Natsu, as if she really wanted to come up and replace her.

"Come on." Iori took a deep breath. She was no longer a girl. After a brief moment of adjustment, she lowered her hands and revealed her entire body.

"Minister, please lie down." Shirakawa Natsu walked over and helped her to the bed.

Iori looked at the handsome man on top of her and turned her head away.

“I’m a bit big, please bear with it.” Shirakawa Natsu chose the original position.

"Hmm." Iori closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and furrowed her brows.

Shirakawa Natsu wrapped her arms around her neck and began to move.

The bed began to shake slightly.

Iori's expression shifted from pain to confusion, her face constantly changing as she gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, creating wrinkles in the white fabric.

Not long after, Shirakawa Natsu felt Iori's muscles tighten all over his body.

A distinct feeling of pressure came over me.

Iori clung to him tightly with all her might for three seconds before her body went limp and she collapsed.

Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye; he wasn't finished yet.

The strength of a minotaur's body lies in the fact that, if he so desires and employs a little skill, he can fight for a very long time.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't intentionally want to learn this kind of knowledge; the reason was that his aunt could easily grasp his body every time and even precisely control when he would finish.

As a man, he had done some research on it as well.

Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged him from behind.

Shirakawa Natsumi didn't need to turn her head to know she was a punk girl.

As a photographer, she couldn't help but watch.

“I like it a little rough.” The punk girl opened her mouth as she spoke, revealing a tongue stud on her tongue, and licked her neck from back to back.

It's a very strange feeling to have your tongue pressed against the tongue stud and against the skin of your back.

After she finished licking, she sat up straight and took off her clothes with both hands. Her breasts weren't big, only a C cup, and they had rivets on them.

“You don’t look very old.” Shirakawa Natsu emerged from Iori’s body, turned around and hugged the punk girl. Their chests pressed together and their eyes met.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm an adult now." The punk girl wriggled in his arms, quickly finding her place. Then, she gritted her teeth, a flash of pain crossing her face, before forcing a smile and saying, "It does hurt a little, but it feels pretty good."

"This is just the beginning." Shirakawa Natsu put his arm around her slender waist, and once again, a series of "slap slap" sounds echoed in the room.

Next, the screams of Iori and the punk girl echoed alternately in the room.

Shirakawa Natsu poses the two women in various ways, or stacks them together.

The whole thing lasted an hour.

The ordeal didn't end until the henchman waiting outside knocked on the door.

Shirakawa Natsu thought there would be other programs, but he was wrong. The middle-aged man told him to prepare one million yen the next day and then released him.

He supported Iori, who was in poor condition, her body limp, and she looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a strange expression.

Shirakawa Natsu took her home again.

"I'm sorry, because of what happened to me, you owe me a million dollars. I'll pay you back." Iori stood at the apartment door, looking embarrassed. "Do you have a million dollars on hand right now?"

"Ah, this... I can barely manage to put it together." Shirakawa Natsu noticed the strange look in her eyes, and there was a hint of pity in them.

Iori looked at him, clenched her fist and then relaxed it, lowered her head to avoid his gaze: "Be careful, those yakuza are very terrifying, and they have a lot of influence in Tokyo. I thought about contacting the police, but it was no use. Many high-ranking officials have connections with them. Anyway, be careful."

"Yeah, don't worry, Iori-nee." Shirakawa Natsu looked at her, while Iori subconsciously avoided his gaze: "You owe them ten million?"

"I'll figure something out, don't worry about me." Iori tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze darting away.

There was a long silence between the two.

"Okay, then I'll be going now." Shirakawa Natsu knew that she didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she said goodbye and turned to leave.

He didn't turn around, because he was already certain that this was a conspiracy against him.

After their failed hot spring trip last time, they've started a new routine.

Shirakawa Natsumi was in no hurry and observed the situation calmly.

Nighttime, in a luxury apartment in Tokyo.

Hua Qiluo, holding a glass of red wine, sat gracefully on an upscale sofa, her gaze fixed on the giant television in front of her.

The video playing inside shows Shirakawa Natsu fighting two women alone.

Suda Haruma sat beside her, leaning forward with his hands on his thighs, his expression extremely complicated, compared to Hana Kira's elegance. After all, any man would feel inferior upon seeing Shirakawa Natsu's fighting prowess.

This has nothing to do with identity, status, or education.

It's the simplest sense of frustration between men.

Hana Kira gently licked the bright red wine glass with her tongue, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. Shirakawa Natsu had personally told her at the hot spring inn that he was very strong in the "sexual" aspect.

But now, the reality is that this has exceeded the definition of strength.

It has reached a level that surpasses that of humans.

After a brief moment of surprise, Hua Qiluo's eyes regained their interest. She licked her lips with her bright red tongue. She was a gourmet with an extreme appreciation for taste that was hard for ordinary people to understand.

Chapter 609 I acted impulsively

On the giant screen, Shirakawa Natsu transformed into a war god, relentlessly attacking Iori until she was completely immobilized, followed by the punk girl.

Her slender body made her look like a fragile toy.

Shirakawa Natsu held it in her arms and ravaged it to her heart's content. After a series of groans, it fell silent and became a broken doll.

He did not stop there, but took turns posing the two women in various positions.

Finally, the punk girl lost control of her bladder, and the ordeal was over.

The entire film lasted an hour.

Hua Qiluo didn't fast-forward, watching the whole thing carefully with a blank expression. She finished her red wine completely, her gaze fixed on Shirakawa Natsu's still erect penis on the screen. She stuck out her tongue, licked the rim of the glass, and then put it down.

She rose from her seat, the hem of her silk nightgown sliding down her skin to cover her fair feet.

She smiled at Haruma Suda beside her and said, "Good night, get some rest."

"Hmm." Suda Haruma forced a smile, watched Hana Kira return to her room, then turned to look at the screen. The video had ended, finally stopping on Shirakawa Natsu's perfect figure and huge male characteristics.

Watching a movie with your girlfriend should be a romantic experience.

But if the protagonist of a movie is ridiculously strong, and is also someone close to the girlfriend, then it becomes less enjoyable.

Haruma Suda clenched and unclenched his fingers, looking at the screen with a complicated expression.

"call……"

He sighed deeply, got up, and went back to his room.

The two had been dating for four years and showed affection for each other, but they slept in different rooms.

Time comes the next day.

Shirakawa Natsu arrived at the company as usual, greeted the receptionist warmly, sat back at her workstation, and looked at Iori's seat, only to find it empty.

Normally, Iori would be the first one to arrive.

"Strange, Minister Iori is late today." The mature woman who was drunk last night walked over; she always tries to flirt with Shirakawa Natsu from time to time.

“Oh, she’s never been late?” Shirakawa Natsu asked.

The mature woman raised her head, as if recalling something, and then nodded: "I've been with the company for three years, and if she needs to take leave, she always arranges her work a day in advance. This is the first time."

"He was probably drunk last night," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"Oh~" The mature woman's eyes were playful: "Last night you took Minister Iori home, but you didn't get to kiss her. Were you too tired to wake up?"

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed lightly twice, glancing around cautiously, seemingly startled by her risqué joke.

The mature woman wanted to continue flirting, but Hua Qiluo walked past her workstation, and she hurried back to her own.

Hana Kira's gaze swept over Iori's seat, her expression puzzled, and she asked the vice minister, "Isn't Iori here today?"

"No," the vice minister replied, equally puzzled. "Didn't Minister Iori ask you for leave?"

Hua Qiluo frowned, took out her phone, and dialed a number, but it said the phone was switched off.

"strangeness……"

She hung up the phone and said to the deputy minister, "You can start arranging the work today."

"Okay." The deputy minister nodded.

Hua Qiluo didn't go to the office; instead, she turned around and left the company.

Shirakawa Natsu sat at her desk, watching all of this unfold. Good heavens, what's going on now?

This question didn't last long before it was answered.

The receptionist, accompanied by two menacing-looking men, approached Shirakawa Natsu cautiously and said, "Natsu, these two say they are business associates of yours."

The two men gave him a wicked grin, which, combined with his muscular face, gave him a somewhat intimidating presence.

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, her expression strange, and she pointed to a conference room: "Please come this way, both of you."

The three of them had just entered the conference room.

The chubby-faced man pouted, "We're here to collect debts. Is the money ready?"

"Ah, okay... I'm ready." Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone: "I'll transfer one million yen to your card. Please give me the IOU I signed yesterday."

The chubby-faced man and his companion exchanged a knowing smile, revealing a grin that made one's teeth ache: "What do you mean one million? It's one hundred million!"

"..." Shirakawa Natsu's expression remained calm, her heart completely undisturbed.

The two noticed the change, and the three of them stared at each other in bewilderment, falling into an odd silence.

"Hey! You brat! You think you can look down on me?!" The fat-faced man took a step forward, grabbed his collar, and glared at him.

"Ah, no." Shirakawa Natsu also felt that his reaction just now was too bland. After all, he wasn't a professional actor, and he was a beat slow in terms of facial expression control.

"I was so scared that I didn't have time to react."

After staring at him for a long time, the fat-faced man let go of his hand, pulled out the contract, and slammed it on the table: "Let me tell you, the woman ran away, and our boss is furious. You're her boyfriend, so pay this debt for her."

At the same time, another companion pulled out a butterfly knife, twirled it in his hand, and made a "whoosh" sound.

Shirakawa Natsu remained silent; he needed to control his expression.

"Watch out." The fat-faced man lowered his voice and leaned closer. "If you dare to run, we won't let your family off the hook. We're really short of actors. Judging by your appearance, your female relatives would be good for filming. We'll give you the male lead role. You have a girlfriend, right? We..."

"Thud." The sound of a knife piercing flesh.

The chubby-faced man looked down in disbelief at the butterfly knife embedded in his abdomen. In just a moment, blood began to seep out from around the blade.

The thin-faced man next to him was also stunned; his vision had blurred and the butterfly knife in his hand had vanished.

"Oh dear." Shirakawa Natsu loosened her grip on the knife with her right hand, slapped her forehead, and looked regretful: "I'm sorry, I really wanted to cooperate with you, but I just couldn't help myself."

"You!" The thin-faced man jumped up.

The next second, with a crisp "bang", Shirakawa Natsu's elbow slammed directly into his jaw. He had been bullied by Nao for a long time, and he couldn't even beat his brother.

However, with peak human strength, dealing with ordinary people is still too easy.

The thin face contorted in an instant, making no sound, and fell straight backward.