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

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Could it be that his aunt found out he had slept with her eldest daughter as well, and is still angry about it?

He looked at Mi Zhi Shi.

She stood half a meter away from Keiko Hiroshima, her lips still bearing that cool, wicked smile.

Keiko Hiroshima had by now guessed the whole story, and looking at the handsome Miyuki in front of her, she recalled what he had said to her earlier that day.

“My name is Miyuki. From now on, I will help you.”

Then she thought of how Murakami Ryo had abandoned her and run away.

My feelings were extremely complicated.

"What exactly do you want?" Keiko Hiroshima looked up at her, her gaze complicated. "If you want to see him make a fool of himself and then tell me you're right, congratulations, you've succeeded."

Shirakawa Natsu stood to the side, watching the two of them.

Women's minds are very complicated; Miyuki has now driven her boyfriend away.

At this point, Keiko would only resent her.

He was quite curious about how Miyuki would handle the predicament she was facing in this situation.

He saw Miyuki smile and then walk towards Keiko.

Her sudden movement startled Keiko Hiroshima, who frantically backed away, crying out, "What...what do you want to do? Don't come any closer!"

Miyuki's long legs moved quickly, and he reached her in a few steps. Keiko had never seen such a scene before and retreated in a panic.

In the chaos, her high heel slipped, and Keiko screamed "Ah!" as she fell backward.

Miyuki reached out first, put her arms around her back, supported her, and lowered her head. With her height, she could look down at Hiroshima Keiko. The two were less than ten centimeters apart.

Huizi was held in her arms, her whole body stiffened, and looking at the handsome face so close to her, her mind went blank, and she even stopped breathing.

"No one can save you except yourself. Don't look for Murakami Ryo anymore; he's not trustworthy."

Keiko blushed, and not daring to meet Minoki's gaze, she turned her head away, her voice low, "I understand..."

"Hmph." Mi Zhi Shi curled the corners of his lips, straightened up, helped her to her feet, and left, a half-smile on his face: "Remember my phone number. You can call me if you encounter any trouble you can't handle."

"Hmm..." Keiko's face was so red it could drip blood, and she kept her head down, not daring to look up at all.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Miyuki took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Okay…” Huizi followed obediently behind her.

The apartment was right behind the two of them; taking them back would just be a matter of going upstairs.

Shirakawa Natsu watched the two figures disappear into the distance: "..."

He had only one thought in his mind: had he traveled through time and missed a large part of the plot?

Are you kidding me? What just happened? Why did Keiko's righteous indignation turn into a well-behaved girl in an instant?

All he wanted to say to Miyuki was, "Here, take the blonde app. I got the cheat code. I'm so sorry."

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the darkness out of the corner of his eye, then looked away and got into the car as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, Miyuki returned to the car and fastened her seatbelt: "She didn't love Murakami Ryo. She only met him when she was desperate to be saved. When Murakami Ryo abandoned her and ran away, that trust was shattered, and the feelings that supported her no longer existed."

Shirakawa Natsumi's eyes were complicated: "You understand women so well."

"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled and then fell silent. "Let's go."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, glanced into the darkness, and started the car.

In the darkness, Murakami Ryo emerged only after the car had driven away. His expression was complicated. After calling the police and returning, he instinctively hid when he saw Shirakawa Natsu.

He gritted his teeth, walked straight to the apartment, and rang Huizi's doorbell.

The door opened a crack.

Keiko was inside, but the two were separated by a door lock and chain.

Murakami Ryo's face darkened, and he hurriedly said, "Keiko, I'm going to call the police, I..."

“I know.” Keiko interrupted him, her voice devoid of any emotion. “Is there anything else? No, I’m going to sleep.”

What is more despairing than anger is indifference.

Ryo Murakami shook his head, unable to utter a word. He stared at the apartment door that had been closed again, knowing that from this moment on, Keiko no longer needed him.

Huizi ignored the man outside the door whom she had once longed for but could not have. She stretched and felt relaxed, having just seen those disgusting ways they had bullied her.

These things she feared didn't seem so bad after all, as if the gloom in her heart had been dispelled.

Miyuki had promised to help her.

It was a sense of security I had never felt before.

Tomorrow marks the start of a new life.

Shirakawa Natsu drove to Ginza, stopped the car, and stepped into the brothel.

"Hello~ Do you have a preferred technician?" The kimono-clad madam greeted us warmly.

Chapter 501 Formal Services

The kimono-clad madam's eyes clearly flashed with surprise when she saw Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki; with their good looks, they had no need to come to a brothel. However, she still put on a professional smile.

"If this is your first time visiting our store, I can give you a recommendation."

"No need, I'll order number 777, Xiaotao." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. "Is she available right now?"

"You have excellent taste, sir. She's our top performer. We'll arrange it for you right away. And what about this one?" The madam in the kimono looked at Miyuki with a strange expression. She hadn't made any assumptions about her gender. Such a handsome woman coming to take a bubble bath?

Even though she was very knowledgeable, she still felt like she couldn't process it.

“She’s with me.” Shirakawa Natsumi took out her wallet: “I’ll pay double.”

"Okay." The madam nodded. Actually, there was no such thing as playing like that, but the two men in front of her were so handsome that, let alone double, the girls probably wouldn't refuse even if they wanted to get something for free.

Led by the madam, Shirakawa Natsu and her companion entered the second floor and arrived at a pink-themed room.

The room was dimly lit, and apart from a heart-shaped bed, there was only a bathroom.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen." The madam bowed to the two of them and then left the room.

Shirakawa Natsu's gaze swept across the room, her voice low: "This is my first time in a place like this, I'm a little nervous. Do you really want to do this?"

"Hmm?" Miyuki curled her lips into a smile, her eyes playful. "How about I do it?"

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, thinking she was teasing her, but also thinking that if it were her, she might actually be able to do it: "I'll do it instead."

About three minutes later.

There was a knock on the room door.

After greeting everyone, Xiao Tao pushed open the door and came in. She was wearing a black low-cut dress, revealing most of her chest, and part of her lace bra was also showing outside the neckline.

It has a kind of worldly beauty.

"Hello, both of you. I am Xiaotao, number 77. Thank you very much for pointing me out."

As she spoke, she cautiously glanced at the two of them out of the corner of her eye, clearly indicating that the madam had told her before she entered that this guest was somewhat special.

Shirakawa Natsu was also observing her. The low lighting in the bubble bath room was to conceal some of the woman's physical flaws, and the low lighting also aroused desire.

But Xiao Tao doesn't need to hide anything; her looks are on par with some minor celebrities.

Her real name is Kitagawa Iku, and she is Murakami Ryo's adoptive mother on his family register.

He just looked a little dim-witted. After entering the room, he stood there blankly at the door, staring at the two of them.

The three stared at each other for a full ten seconds, and a strange awkwardness fell over the scene.

"Is there something strange about me?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"I'm so sorry~!" Kitagawa Yu bowed deeply. As she bent over, the neckline of her long dress fell down, completely revealing her lace bra underneath.

"I...I've never served women before, I don't know..."

She was in a hurry, wearing high heels, moving restlessly, at a loss.

“I’m sorry.” Shirakawa Natsumi pointed at Miyuki: “Why did you assume her gender? Are you discriminating against your customers?”

"Huh?" Kitagawa Yu was taken aback and quickly bowed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a man."

"Why do you think there are only two genders, male and female?" Miyuki asked with a half-smile. "Are you discriminating against the other 95 genders?"

"It seems I have to complain to the store." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. "I feel seriously offended."

"No, I really didn't mean to offend you." Kitagawa Yu was clearly anxious. He wanted to come up and explain, but he was afraid of causing more trouble. He stood there, his eyes reddening, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes: "This guy is just like the information we found out; he's an idiot."

According to the information provided by the private investigator, Kitagawa Iku consistently ranked at the bottom of his class in high school and dropped out due to bullying by his classmates, becoming a shut-in.

Then, when her family members fell ill, she went out to work and was scammed in various ways, eventually becoming a prostitute.

Later, she was taken care of by her neighbor, Murakami Ryo, and for unknown reasons became Murakami Ryo's godmother.

"I'll wait for you outside." Miyuki took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and got up to leave the room.

This was something the two had agreed upon, and the test went even more smoothly than expected.

They didn't actually intend to have a threesome.

Kitagawa Iku was visibly nervous when she saw her leave, as if he was afraid she would complain.

"Don't worry." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. "Just serve me well, and I guarantee you won't get any complaints. Plus, I'll pay you double the service fee."

"Really?" Kitagawa Iku's eyes lit up, and she visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Her chest swayed with her movements, and her lace bra swayed, attracting attention.

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. This woman's brain must be entirely focused on her breasts. The size of them is already about the same as an aunt's.

Only two people remained in the room.

The dim lighting added a touch of ambiguity to the air.

"I... I'll help you." Kitagawa Iku was on the curvier side. "Do I need to wear high heels?"

"Do as you please." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, suddenly realizing that her aunt had a really good figure, with curves in all the right places and slimness in all the right places.

Another day of missing my aunt.

Kitagawa Iku: "Guest, let me help you."

"It's okay, I can do it myself." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, took off her clothes, revealing her well-built physique and clearly visible six-pack abs.

Kitagawa Iku swallowed hard; it was clearly the first time he had ever seen such a great figure among the guests.

Shirakawa Natsu only took off her shirt, without undoing her belt, and looked up at her: "Let's do it, I can give you three times the service fee."

"Huh?" Kitagawa Yu was taken aback, then shook his head frantically: "No, we are a legitimate bubble bath, we can't do that, it's not about the money."

She glanced at Shirakawa Natsu out of the corner of her eye, seemingly afraid of making him angry, and gritted her teeth as she said, "I... I can let you do it through the stockings, but not really."

"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu chuckled, not pressuring him, and picked up a toy from the side, tossing it to Kitagawa Iku: "You do it yourself while wearing stockings, and I'll give you an extra 10,000 yen."

"Huh?" A hint of hesitation flashed in Kitagawa Iku's eyes. After a brief pause, he picked up the toy, spat on it, gritted his teeth, and sat down.

“Okay, here’s your account.” Shirakawa Natsu picked up her phone and transferred 10,000 yen to her directly. She then picked up a larger phone and tossed it to her: “Put this in the back. I’ll give you an extra 100,000 yen.”

“No…no, I…” Kitagawa Yu hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

"50 yen. If you refuse, then forget it." Shirakawa Natsu smiled at her.

"Gulp." Kitagawa Yu swallowed hard, reached for the toy, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth.

Chapter 502 I’m optimistic about you

Kitagawa Yu was only wearing a pair of transparent black pantyhose. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, her jaw was clenched, her face was pale, and the tearing pain made her legs tremble.

The excruciating pain made her want to give up, but then she saw her mother's face in her mind, telling her not to overexert herself.

"Woo..."

Tears streamed down her face, down her chin, onto her black stockings, and then onto the black floor of the hotel where she worked.

Black, gray.

"Woooo..."