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

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“Hmm.” Miyuki smiled. “It’s just something new that I find interesting.”

A struggle flashed across Shirakawa Natsu's face. Miyuki rarely refused him; she was rarely interested in anything, even if it was something strange.

"call……"

He let out a long sigh: "Then let's wait."

It only takes three minutes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Yako walked quickly in her high heels, holding a drawing board in her hand. She hung the drawing board directly on the shelf, then took out a marker and sketched the shape of a buttock on the drawing board with a few strokes.

The paintbrush didn't stop; with a few quick strokes, it painted patches of skin on the buttocks.

She pointed to the areas she had drawn with her pen: "If you want to do SM, the most basic thing to learn is to memorize each part. Only in this way can you reduce unnecessary injuries and experience the pleasure."

After Masako finished speaking, she clenched her fist and showed a disappointed expression: "How many SM beginners develop a fear of S because they have no one to guide them properly and have to figure it out on their own, and then never touch it again for the rest of their lives."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. "I think these people are pretty lucky."

He had no prejudice against S&M, but simply regarded it as a fun game between couples.

Compared to the aunt who exudes maternal love, the handsome Miyuki, the older sister-like Arina, and the handsome Miyuki.

Just imagining the scene of tying them up gives me a strange urge.

As for Nao, she was simply going along with the performance.

The fox will kill him first.

“Wrong!” Masako pointed her marker at Shirakawa Natsumi, casually placed her hands on her abdomen, and said with a holy expression: “So-called SM is not ordinary sex, that’s a common misunderstanding. True SM transcends the most basic emotions.”

Shirakawa Natsu leaned back slightly, beginning to regret staying because of Miyuki's sake.

This woman definitely has mental problems.

Masako closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, like a pilgrim, and stroked her abdomen: "True SM is about physical assault, penetrating the protection of fat and muscle, and reaching the part that symbolizes life."

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the position of her hand out of the corner of her eye; it was the position of the uterus.

“Whether it’s a man or a woman, let every strike reach the core of life.” Masako said like a devout believer: “Knock open, pry open, strike with this purpose, slowly and gently, open the part of the ‘life’ of the person being struck, and then add verbal reprimands. This is the real SM.”

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her temples and turned to look at Miyuki: "Let's go."

"Okay, sure." Miyuki nodded.

The two turned around together.

"Wait!" Seeing that the two were really leaving, Masako hurriedly came up, looking anxious.

"What?" Shirakawa Natsu took a step back warily. He didn't want to be associated with perverts, especially this Masako, who was an academic pervert.

This guy is too dangerous.

If I continue to stay with her, I'm afraid my own sexuality will be corrupted.

"I formally invite you to join my club," Masako said, revealing her true purpose as she looked at Miyuki and Shirakawa Natsu.

After she finished speaking, she took out a business card and handed it over.

Shirakawa Natsu took it; it wasn't a business card, but a beautifully crafted, dark gold iron card with only three simple words on it.

"club."

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at Miyuki and saw that she also shook her head. Obviously, Miyuki just thought it was interesting and had no intention of playing with this kind of open thing.

“It’s okay, just once.” Masako held up her finger: “Just try it once and you’ll be hooked on real SM. We have a party tonight, and I’m planning to host it when I go out to meet you.”

Shirakawa Natsu leaned back slightly: "Really, just once."

Seeing his affirmation, Masako's eyes lit up: "Yes! Just once."

“Okay!” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips curled into a strange smile: “I have a friend who wants to give it a try.”

Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone and looked at the yellow-haired guy's PK page, where Kimura Tomohisa's health bar was stuck at 10%.

……

"Is it really true that just by attending this party, the debt can be wiped clean?" The beautiful red-haired woman looked at the grinning man in front of her.

“That’s right,” the man with the split mouth replied affirmatively.

“Okay, me too.” Tomohisa Kimura, now known as Tomoko Kimura, continues to work as a male escort after undergoing gender reassignment surgery; her gender has not hindered her career development.

……

Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki arrived at a luxury hotel, to the presidential suite on the top floor. Just as Masako had said, the people here were all high-end members, and there were fewer than ten of them.

They generally have an appearance score of 80 or above, are well-dressed, and have elegant manners.

Chapter 583 Out of place

Shirakawa Natsu looked around at the people who looked respectable, dressed in suits and ties, wearing eye masks that covered half of their faces, serving as a simple way to conceal their identities.

He gripped Mi no Shi tightly in his right hand, because for a moment he couldn't tell whether this was the Masked Silver Party or not.

Even though Masako kept emphasizing that SM was not a porn party.

He never thought that people who came to SM gatherings were good people.

"Hmph." Miyuki grasped his hand, then grasped his hand in return, her eyes sweeping around with amusement.

She wore a butterfly-shaped eye mask, but even just half of her face was enough to attract attention.

Shirakawa Natsu had already noticed several women in formal dresses glancing in their direction, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

In comparison, his slender figure and delicate features, once concealed, didn't attract much attention.

Suddenly, the surrounding lights went out in an instant.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Just as he was about to make a move, he gripped Miyuki's right hand tightly and pulled him close to his shoulder.

He immediately noticed that the other members around him did not show any panic, and then he felt relieved.

The next second, a beam of light descended from the center, drawing everyone's attention.

Wearing a bright red gown, her long hair styled in an updo, Masako gracefully walked to the center in high heels. Under the lights, she bowed deeply to everyone: "Welcome to the ball! Now, let the revelry begin!"

"Whoa!" A commotion erupted from the audience.

The people in suits and ties had lost their previous elegance, as if they had torn off the disguise of civilization in the darkness.

His face wore an expression of madness.

As the cheers subsided, Masako and the others waved for silence. Once it was completely quiet, they placed their hands on their chests with solemn expressions and said, "Today, we will welcome a special guest."

A man in a suit and a white mask appeared behind her. He was pushing a wheelchair covered with a red cloth, and from the outline of the red cloth, it could be seen that a person was covered underneath.

Masako grabbed the red cloth and pulled it outwards. As the red cloth fell, Tomoko Kimura's pretty face was revealed. She was dizzy from the spotlight and her eyes were full of confusion.

Upon seeing her beautiful face, another round of cheers erupted from the audience.

"I must say, this guy is quite handsome." Shirakawa Natsu rested her chin on her hand. Kimura Tomohisa was undoubtedly a handsome man to become the top male host.

Sex reassignment surgery is a professional procedure, often combined with minor cosmetic procedures.

Now that she's a red-haired beauty, her looks are still 80 out of 100.

Tomoko Kimura looked at the frenzied crowd below, her face turning pale and then red. She had initially thought they were attending some kind of sex party.

By experiencing this silver party, you can sever all ties with the damned underworld.

She was prepared for all three places to be opened at the same time.

But now it looks like a cult ritual, making her heart race.

Masako walked to her side: "I'll start today's festivities."

After she finished speaking, she unbuttoned her dress, and the gorgeous red dress fell to the ground, revealing her body beneath.

Sexy lingerie, lace stockings, and a pair of bright red high heels, seemingly shimmering in the light.

As she took off her clothes.

Some of the women around also began to take off their dresses, and all sorts of sexy lingerie appeared in the darkness.

The most shocking thing is that the men are also taking their clothes off.

The good news is that the lighting was dim enough, and since no one took off their underwear or groped each other, that was the only difference from a silver party.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly turned around and saw that Miyuki was standing still without making any move, which put her mind at ease.

Tomoko Kimura, sitting in her wheelchair, was quite bewildered. Looking at Masako, she suddenly realized that she was now a woman, and that Masako wasn't wearing a penis, so she was wondering how to get herself together.

Masako reached out and took a rope from the man in the suit beside her, then said to Tomoko Kimura, "Stand up, my guest."

Tomoko Kimura stood up in a daze.

Masako pulled the rope apart, her fingers moving like a dancer's, first passing through the middle of Tomoko Kimura's chest, then quickly circling twice around each side of her chest.

Her chest, which had been drooping slightly, was immediately bound up.

A look of panic flashed in Tomoko Kimura's eyes.

The next second, the rope had already wrapped around her neck, tied her hands behind her back, and then quickly passed under her armpits before being pulled sharply.

"Huh?" Tomoko Kimura exclaimed in surprise, falling to the ground.

With a pull of the rope in her hand, Masako's sitting posture instantly transformed into a standard kneeling position. Then the rope danced in her hand, and in the next second, she was firmly fixed to the ground.

The whole process takes less than three minutes.

Tomoko Kimura was bound into a ball-shaped shape, with her hands behind her back and her buttocks sticking out, making her look like a delicate beauty.

"Wow!" The crowd cheered again in the next second, applauding her amazing bondage skills.

"Holy crap! She's cheating!" Shirakawa Natsu also opened her mouth. This Masako's head is full of dirty thoughts. I underestimated her.

This woman is really something.

Is this the spirit of craftsmanship?

Masako gestured for everyone to be quiet.

Shirakawa Natsu was still anticipating what kind of novel props she would bring out when she saw her take a bottle of lubricant from the man in the suit and gently apply it to Kimura Tomoko's buttocks.

Tomoko Kimura struggled a couple of times, but with her body bound, she had no room to move.

His eyes held a complex expression, a hint of unease about the unknown, and perhaps some other unspoken meaning.

After applying the lubricant, Masako took out a black riding crop and waved it in front of everyone, causing another commotion.

Shirakawa Natsu squinted. He recognized this stiff riding whip; it was the riding whip held by riders in English horse racing.

If this were to strike a person, it would surely cause their skin to bleed and their flesh to tear.

Masako brandished her riding whip, creating a series of whooshing sounds in the air. At the same time, her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Shirakawa Natsu, the meaning in her eyes quite clear.

When Tomoko Kimura saw that it was a real riding whip, not a sex toy, her face turned pale instantly.

"Wait, don't."

"Shut up." Masako scolded sharply, and the next second, with a "smack," the riding whip in her hand struck Kimura Tomoko below the buttocks.

"Huh?" Tomoko Kimura made a sound that was hard to understand.

Masako stared coldly at her, while her horse-riding paddle rained down on her.

Tomoko Kimura would let out a scream each time, or rather, it wasn't quite a scream, but rather something else entirely.

After more than ten strokes, Tomoko Kimura's body convulsed, and then a stream of clear liquid spurted out.

The crowd below erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers, as if they had been set ablaze.

It's like opening a huge door.

They started grabbing their female companions, holding ropes or whips, and began to practice. There were also groups of two men and one woman, or two women and one man.

Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki stood out from the group of perverts.

Chapter 584 A Tacit Understanding in the Eyes

"It's... pretty big." Shirakawa Natsu looked away from her surroundings, her experience was different from Gin's.

Although these people had taken off their clothes, many of the women were wearing overly revealing lingerie, completely exposing their bodies.