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Miyuki also stood up from the sofa: "Let's go, which room is yours?"
"Huh?" Masami Arimura's beautiful face hadn't reacted yet.
Miyu reached out, hooked her chin, smiled down at her, and suddenly pulled her up from the sofa, turning the situation into a princess carry, holding the widowed wife in his arms.
"Wait...wait!" Arimura Masami was completely stunned. Lying in Minoki's arms, looking at his handsome face, her heart was pounding.
She enjoys sexually exploiting married women, then turning their husbands into obedient dogs. This gives her satisfaction and makes her feel like she's in control.
This was the first time that Arimura Masami had gone from being proactive to being passive, and she found it very difficult to adjust.
"Let me go first." Arimura Masami wasn't stupid; she already sensed something was wrong. Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki's reactions were too abnormal.
Her face instantly darkened: "What exactly do you want? Did the Oshima family send you? Put me down right now."
Masami Arimura regrets that she made the butler leave the villa in order to take advantage of Miyuki.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Arimura Masami." Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes: "You have no choice but to blame yourself for not educating your daughter properly. She is clearly a young lady from a respectable family, yet she insists on hanging out with those blond bastards outside."
Arimura Masami was taken aback and quickly said, "Arimura Mi is not my biological daughter. She is my husband's illegitimate daughter with another woman. I cannot get pregnant."
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. This kind of thing was unlikely to be a lie.
Seeing his change in expression, Arimura Masami continued, "Our family needs an adopted son-in-law. If she offends you, I can sever our mother-daughter relationship. I've never really liked her. I can just adopt another daughter from the family."
When you're under someone's roof, Masami Arimura naturally chooses to bow her head. If you want to become a politician, a flexible moral bottom line is very important.
She first saw the two people in front of her off, and then investigated his identity.
If he's a minor character, let him experience the consequences of offending the Arimura family.
If he has powerful backing, then we can continue to cooperate.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu's actions just now had left Arimura Masami bewildered. Now, Arimura Masami had turned the tables and given him a bit of a politician's aura.
Because the enemy was so perceptive, he was momentarily at a loss for how to threaten him: "Why should I believe you?"
“You can film a video, record my slave declaration.” Arimura Masami’s beautiful face turned serious: “My persona is that of a female politician who inherits her late husband’s will and speaks out for women. If you record my lewd and promiscuous side, my political career will be ruined.”
She knew very well that if such a video were leaked, not only would her political career be ruined, but she would also be abandoned by her family.
But the same principle applies: if the two people in front of her are minor characters, she will still have the opportunity to destroy them and get the video back in the future.
Then, it's truly powerful forces that don't mind having your videos, but instead, they dare to cooperate with you after they have leverage over you.
"Clap clap clap." Shirakawa Natsu clapped his hands. After Arimura Masami spoke, he thought about it for a moment and then understood the pros and cons.
However, when Masami Arimura is in danger, she is able to readily set aside her dignity and choose the option that is most beneficial to herself.
This made him feel that collaborating with Masami Arimura was a good choice.
“Ms. Arimura Masami, you are a successful politician. You have successfully convinced me. So let’s begin.”
Shirakawa Natsumi took out her phone.
"Please come to my room." Seeing that she had persuaded the thug, Arimura Masami breathed a sigh of relief and regained her polite smile: "There are many toys there. Wearing toys will make the video more convincing."
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He had previously told Yuzuriha Yu that he wanted to become a politician, then become the Prime Minister of the Eastern Country, and rewrite the law.
Now it seems I was overthinking things; compared to these people...
He can't handle it.
"Ms. Miyuki, if you wish to continue holding me, could you please take me to the second room on the second floor?" Masami Arimura lay in Miyuki's arms, her smile dignified.
"There are my collected toys there, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
Miyuki leaned back, a strange look flashing across her face as well.
"A princess carry by Minoki is something countless women dream of." Shirakawa Natsu was still wary of her, letting Minoki carry her meant she had to keep an eye on her.
“It’s my pleasure.” Masami Arimura smiled. “Let’s begin.”
The three of them entered the room on the second floor together.
Shirakawa Natsu realized she was overthinking things; Arimura Masami had no intention of playing any tricks when she opened a hidden wall.
The entire wall is neatly arranged with various adult products that look expensive, some of which are even studded with diamonds.
“You two are free to use these tools on me.” Arimura Masami bowed.
Chapter 519 A Dazzling Display
Shirakawa Natsu has many women around her. The fox is the most beautiful, her whole body is as beautiful as a finely sculpted work of art, but her personality retains animalistic habits.
They do whatever they want; when they're in a good mood, they'll lie down and let you touch their body, but when they're in a bad mood, they'll dare to reach out and bite.
They showed absolutely no obedience.
Masami Arimura's looks are certainly not on par with those of a perfect yokai like a fox spirit.
But by human standards, she is a rare beauty.
The key is her temperament; the character is a widowed politician, whose unique charm as a wife and the dignified demeanor of a politician are perfectly combined.
In particular, the presence of adult products laid out behind him, his hands placed on his abdomen in a dignified posture, blended eerily with the scene.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at Minoki and conveyed a message with her eyes: "I've never done this kind of play before. How can I start in a way that makes me seem like I'm experienced?"
Miyuki smiled and shrugged, indicating that she didn't know either.
Shirakawa Natsu pouted, acting like an expert even though she'd never played it before.
Masami Arimura maintained a humble, bowed posture, her hands crossed over her abdomen. Seeing that he remained silent, she raised her head, her smile gentle, exuding the sunny charm of a mature woman: "Mr. Shirakawa Natsu, are you an S or M?"
Shirakawa Natsu felt that being led by the nose by her made her seem ignorant, but wanting to learn from the master, she truthfully said, "I am S."
"Okay, where is your wife?" Arimura Masami glanced at Miyuki out of the corner of her eye.
“He’s the bottom.” Miyuki pointed at Shirakawa Natsu: “I’m the top.”
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. He understood what Miyuki meant. The woman in front of him was too cooperative, which was inconsistent with the power she possessed. It was better to leave someone out of the picture to prevent any accidents.
Don't let sex cloud your judgment.
Shirakawa Natsu's lips twitched. He understood the logic, but why did this playful feeling not suit him?
He couldn't quite describe his feelings; they were truly very subtle in every sense of the word.
"You're in charge of taking photos." Miyuki smiled wickedly, and after giving him the order, she looked at Arimura Masami with a playful gaze.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt like a victim, that Arimura Masami had called the two of them here to sexually harass Miyuki and then humiliate him.
Now, as he holds up his phone and watches her play with his girlfriend, it doesn't seem to make much of a difference.
So all the performances I put on before were for nothing.
Shirakawa Natsumi took out her phone and decided to wait and see.
Of course, he couldn't just stand by and watch Arimura Masami and Miyuki mess around, waiting for an opportunity to interfere.
Masami Arimura smiled, then lay down on the ground. She was wearing a well-tailored women's suit with slightly tight-fitting details that accentuated her beautiful figure.
White high heels have a more approachable feel compared to black ones.
She crawled under Miyuki, lowered her head, and reached out with both hands to lift up her leather boots. At the toes of the boots, she did not simply stick out her tongue.
Instead, she meticulously cleaned every inch of Miyuki's leather boots.
She wasn't in a hurry at all, nor did she touch anything else; she just carefully licked the shoe surface, as if she would keep licking until Miyuki told her to stop.
Shirakawa Natsu held up her phone, her lips twitching.
The beautiful mature woman in the photo has her long hair elegantly tied up behind her head, and every gesture she makes exudes her good manners.
Yet they were performing the most despicable actions.
Shirakawa Natsu handed the camera to Miyuki, saying that shooting from her angle would produce better results.
Miyuki glanced at him sideways with a contemptuous look, then reached out and took the camera, pointing it down at Arimura Masami.
Shirakawa Natsu finally had a free hand, took out her phone, and walked to the adult products counter. These were all evidence that revealed Arimura Masami's true colors.
He looked up at the dazzling array of props and sighed, "Rich people really know how to have fun."
The round sticks come in sizes ranging from a little finger to twenty centimeters, and some have granules and others have small spikes.
I don't know if anyone can actually eat this much.
I won't go into detail about the various mouth balls and whips around there; although there are many kinds, these aren't exactly novel items.
What truly drew Shirakawa Natsu's attention was a row of rings.
Yes, it's rings, in all sorts of shapes. Next to them are exquisite anti-inflammatory ointments, hemostatic drugs, and several punching machines.
“…Are we going to go this far?” Shirakawa Natsu turned to look at Arimura Masami, who was still licking Minobi’s shoes.
Miyuki wasn't in a hurry at all, just watching her lick it, seeing who had more patience.
Shirakawa Natsu's gaze swept over her body.
Apart from the pores in the ears, they are not visible anywhere else.
My gaze fell on her chest; the tight-fitting women's suit accentuated her figure, which was probably a C cup, high and full, quite well-endowed, but I couldn't see if there was anything strange underneath.
Shirakawa Natsu's gaze swept over the hole puncher; its exquisite design clearly indicated it was a high-end product.
There are four machines in total, all of which are small and handheld.
He recognized the two people who had their ears pierced, the two with piercings on their chests, and the third one, which was even smaller, probably a belly button piercing.
Shirakawa Natsu picked up the fourth one, the smallest and most exquisite, with a painkiller syringe next to it. He couldn't help but look at Arimura Masami again. Her flesh-colored stockings outlined her slender legs, and her short skirt reached her thighs. Now that she was lying on the ground, he could follow the ultra-thin stockings up her thighs and see the inside of her long legs, and then there was only darkness inside.
"Probably not." Shirakawa Natsu looked away, glancing at the painkiller syringe. Even if things got really bad, she wouldn't just randomly inject nails in private.
Of course, these are not important.
He took pictures of them one by one with his phone.
Further down is the tattoo machine used for tattooing, and next to it are exquisite needles.
He didn't think these tattoo machines would be used for anything respectable. It was absurd to put a tattoo machine among a bunch of adult products, but compared to those props that were used to nail various parts of the body, it was still a bit much.
Tattoo machines have all become pure and spotless.
In addition, there are some medicines, judging from their names, available for both men and women, and for various purposes.
Shirakawa Natsu photographed each of these items and put them into her phone.
At the same time, Masami Arimura also appeared in the video. Once this video is released, Masami Arimura's career will truly be over.
After seeing him finish taking pictures, Mi Zhi Shi patted her head and said with a playful look, "It's time to play with him."
Masami Arimura withdrew her tongue and crawled to Shirakawa Natsu's side using both hands and feet. This time, she didn't lick the shoes but knelt on the ground and stuck out her tongue.
Miyuki crossed his legs and held up a camera to film both of them.
Shirakawa Natsu squinted one eye, wanting to see what tricks she would pull.
Masami Arimura licked it for a while, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. She was shocked by the size, but quickly recovered and looked at the prop cabinet behind him: "Mr. Shirakawa Natsu, is there anything you're interested in?"
“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu casually picked up the tattoo gun. “Let me take a look at your body first.”
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Chapter 520 is too extreme.
Tattoos can be simply understood as damaging the skin and leaving a permanent mark, which would make most people hesitate.
Masami Arimura is a woman of refined beauty, giving off an impression of sunshine, maturity, positivity, and true excellence—at least that's how her public persona has always been.
She unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time with graceful movements, revealing her fair and delicate skin.
The imagined "contrast bitch" didn't appear.
She was wearing nude-colored underwear underneath, very delicate and obviously expensive. But it wasn't sexy at all; it was a C cup, not particularly large, but well-maintained and shaped.
Her skin was fair and smooth, and she didn't have any messy tattoos.
After taking off her top, Arimura Masami looked at Shirakawa Natsu. Seeing that he didn't stop her, she unfastened her short skirt, letting the tight skirt slide down her long legs.