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

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Ma Fei sat on the plastic chair, her movements natural. She sprayed on shower gel again, brought her face close, and held it up with one hand, rubbing the shower gel back and forth.

"Auntie, how about we change it?" Shirakawa Natsumi felt ashamed.

He was also thinking about how to quickly gain 5 points of favorability.

When I came to my senses, I was already in this embarrassing state.

"Aren't you full of energy?" The aunt rubbed rhythmically with one hand, her tone smiling. "You were so enthusiastic when you called for your mother last time. Why should you be shy now that your mother is giving your son a bath?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu knew that she had definitely been tricked by her aunt.

What kind of mother rubs her son like that?

He also wanted to gain some initiative through language.

Aunt Mafei leaned against him from behind.

No, he absolutely cannot let his aunt lead him astray. He needs to take the initiative and build up his popularity.

"Auntie, let me help you." Bai Chuanxia quickly grabbed the showerhead; he had gained a lot of practical experience these days.

If you make the auntie comfortable, you don't need to add 5 points at once; adding 2 or 3 points should be fine.

Aunt Ma Fei's alluring eyes swept over him, seemingly reading his thoughts, and she smiled, "Alright~ Do you need me to stand up?"

"No need, I can do it myself." Shirakawa Natsu extended her hand.

I followed the aunt's instructions, lathering the shower gel in my palms and then touching my palms to the aunt.

Whenever I see a mature woman with this expression, it always has a special charm.

As Shirakawa Natsu watched her aunt tie up her long hair, a strange sense of peace welled up in her heart.

Even while taking a bath, Aunt Mafei exudes a mature and composed demeanor.

Her movements were calm and unhurried, and she seemed to handle even the most outrageous and excessive demands of herself with ease.

She would always look at him with gentle eyes, as if she could see through all appearances and reach the softest part of his heart.

Aunt Mafei always offered comfort and guidance in her own unique way.

Her words were always so perfectly timed. When she was with her aunt, Shirakawa Natsu felt understood and loved. Even the smallest gestures were full of maternal love.

Now he's helping his aunt take a bath, and he's not in a hurry, using the gentlest touch with his fingers.

It's a strange feeling; even though she's my girlfriend, sometimes it feels like I'm with my mother.

It often gave him a strange sense of disorientation.

Her aunt's love made her feel incredibly happy and at ease.

Shirakawa Natsu watched her expression closely, pressing her brows harder when she frowned slightly and loosening them when she relaxed them.

Aunt Mafei gradually leaned towards him, and her sitting posture began to change.

"It can earn you extra points!"

Shirakawa Natsu was certain that, after all, no woman would refuse a man who was willing to serve her selflessly.

At that moment, he resembled a pianist.

Aunt Mafei is like a piano that he can manipulate at will.

Under the rhythmic tapping of his fingers.

I want to convey all my love for my aunt to her so that she can feel it.

Soon, she was completely enveloped by her aunt.

The waves crashing on the beach gradually wash everything away.

"Huff. Huff..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Aunt Mafei regained her usual dignified demeanor, holding a bath towel in her hands: "Xia, let me help you dry off."

"I can do it myself," Shirakawa Natsu replied casually.

While putting on her yukata, she secretly took out her phone with trembling fingers.

At that moment, he felt the same tension he felt when the lottery results were announced.

Favorability: 75.

Shirakawa Natsumi's vision went black. Good heavens, she had worked so hard for a quarter of an hour, her fingers were almost cramping, and all that goodwill hadn't increased at all.

The aunt's expression clearly showed she was very comfortable.

Or perhaps, these things are not important to mature women.

"Xia, I'm going back to my room." Aunt Mafei, wearing a bathrobe, looked at him with a smile.

"Together." Shirakawa Natsu put away his phone. A little setback couldn't defeat him. "Auntie, let me give you a massage."

He still has a trump card.

The body of a minotaur combined with the massage technique of yellow hair.

The combination of the two can unleash terrifying power.

Winning over the auntie is difficult, but raising her favorability by 5 points shouldn't be a problem.

"Xia, I still have some work to do." Aunt Mafei walked into the room, her tone filled with affection.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that the aunt's gaze at that moment was like that of someone looking at a child who was pulling on their mother and asking her to play together.

"It's okay, Auntie, you go about your work, I'll give you a massage, I'm very good at it."

After hesitating for a moment, Aunt Mafei nodded and lightly tapped his forehead with her finger: "Don't do anything crazy while I'm working."

"Of course." Shirakawa Natsumi took her aunt's hand, and the two returned to the room together.

This isn't the first time I've come here.

Aunt Ma Fei placed a stack of files on the bed, her eyes reproachful: "Can I lie down?"

Chapter 352 Taking the Initiative

"Shirakawa Natsumi, have confidence in yourself!" Shirakawa Natsumi cheered herself up silently, rubbing her hands together and mentally rehearsing the Yellow Hair Massage Technique.

Aunt Mafei lay on the bed, glasses perched on her nose, with the case files spread out in front of her.

Her attention was completely focused on the case file, and she didn't notice Shirakawa Natsu behind her.

"Five points of favorability." Shirakawa Natsumi murmured to herself, placing her hands on her aunt's back, her thumbs pressing against her aunt's spine, and rotating them clockwise.

The blond-haired massage technique is activated.

It was as if she had entered some kind of mystical state, where the mature and graceful body beneath her was no longer a woman, but a prop for performing techniques.

Aunt Mafei turned a page of the file and felt a wave of comfort coming from behind her.

She frowned slightly and agreed to let Shirakawa Natsu give her a massage, without having any expectations.

After all, a mature body is no match for a vigorous young man.

It's easy to guess what they'll do.

Ma Fei just hoped he would be gentle and not interfere too much with her work.

"Hmm."

Ma Fei opened her lips and exhaled. She admitted that it was a bit special.

Shirakawa Natsumi immediately sensed that her aunt was acting strangely.

Just as he planned, even the aunt couldn't resist the charm of massage.

The pressure from the fingers gradually increased, moving down the spine and along the skin.

Aunt Mafei didn't continue looking at the files, nor did she take off her glasses. She closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and rested her chin on her arms, seemingly enjoying herself.

Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu pressed his advantage, scraping down the spine with his thumb.

The aunt had a large bust, which accentuated her slender waist.

Aunt Mafei naturally lifted her foot, creating a small lift, giving her fingers more room to move.

Shirakawa Natsu would certainly not let her aunt's efforts go to waste.

The fingers continued using the yellow-haired massage technique.

There are now far more nerves on this area than there were on my skin before.

I already experienced it in the bathroom just now, and now, after a short while, I feel it again.

Shirakawa Natsumi was very satisfied with her aunt's expression.

Actually, he didn't even need to look; his hands already told him that his aunt was in good spirits.

He had initially worried that a massage might require lubricant, but now it seems he was overthinking it.

The auntie looked even more youthful and radiant than I had imagined.

Ma Fei's body began to turn slightly.

The aunt was wearing frameless glasses tonight, and her long hair was tied up at the back of her head, making her look more intellectual than usual.

But contrary to her intellectual appearance, she consciously pressed her slender waist down, resting it on Shirakawa Natsu's fingers.

His body seemed to be speaking, pleading with him to press his fingers harder.

"very good."

Shirakawa Natsu nodded to herself; the first step was accomplished.

Gaining more than 5 points of favorability in one go is not easy.

First, use the blonde-haired massage technique to capture the aunt's body and make her feel demanded.

Shirakawa Natsumi's hands kept moving, but she did not respond to the aunt's body's request for "more effort".

He leaned down and whispered in Ma Fei's ear, "Mom, how was your technique? Did it make you feel comfortable?"

Aunt Ma opened her eyes, her gaze reproachful, and rolled her eyes: "If you were my son, I would have beaten you to death long ago."

"Mom, you're so cruel." Shirakawa Natsumi followed the bar higher, her fingers becoming bolder: "Is it because your son is making you uncomfortable?"

A look of helplessness flashed across Ma Fei's face, and after a long pause, she reluctantly said, "It feels good, mmm~"

As he spoke, Shirakawa Natsu maintained control of the pace.

"Would you like to be even more comfortable, Mom?"

"I don't want to." Ma Fei closed her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Liar, your body isn't like that." Shirakawa Natsumi removed her finger.

Ma Fei rolled her eyes at him and stuck out her tongue.

Looking at her like that, Shirakawa Natsumi felt her heart pounding.

I just want to have a good fight with Ma Fei.

In order to gain favor, I suppressed this impulse deeply.

She tried to recall the blond-haired man's massage techniques, not wanting to be distracted.

He leaned closer to Ma Fei's ear and said, "Mom, do you remember the first time we met? You were wearing a dress, black stockings, and high-heeled sandals."

While massaging her, he whispered words of love in Ma Fei's ear.

At the same time, his body pressed down on her from behind.

Muddy, soft.

This was the most relaxed Shirakawa Natsumi had ever felt.

He used his hands to perform a yellow-haired massage technique and whispered words of love in the aunt's ear.

"Hmm..." Ma Fei closed her eyes, her glasses sliding down to the bridge of her nose. She looked very intellectual, but her expression was dreamy.

"Auntie is like a mother to me," Shirakawa Natsu said softly, kissing her auntie's earring.

"Do you like me, Mom?"

"I...I like it." Mahi closed her eyes and enjoyed it, following the rhythm of Shirakawa Natsu.