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

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Her voice was gentle, but the coldness in her tone was impossible to hide.

"Uh, Sister Cai, you're back." Shirakawa Natsumi still looked a little confused, as if she didn't understand the situation in front of her.

"Yes, are you disappointed?" Hashimoto Arina squinted, her smile as cold as a winter wind.

"I've finished drinking, I'm going to sleep now!" Shana said, clasping her hands together in gratitude.

“Okay, I’ll go later.” Hashimoto Arina smiled at her and pointed to the room on the second floor.

"Hehe, it's okay. I know Sister Cai will be busy until late, so I'll close the door, get into bed, and not listen." Shana stuck out her tongue cutely, turned around and left quickly, then turned back and winked at her.

She ran upstairs in her slippers and immediately closed the door.

The living room fell silent instantly.

Hashimoto Arina's smile gradually disappeared: "Why are you pretending to be asleep?"

"Huh?!" Shirakawa Natsumi's body trembled. How did Arina know he was pretending to be asleep?

When he felt something was wrong with his body just now, in the past he would have just thought he was tired, but after experiencing so many events, his vigilance was now at its peak.

He instantly realized that the problem lay with the candy he had eaten. He forced himself to open his phone, pretending to check the time, but actually opened the Yellow Hair app.

"The Minotaur's Stomach: Quickly breaks down anything you eat, eliminating all harmful substances that affect your body without worrying about health."

Note: Please do not use this in strange places.

"Redeem points: 50 (100-50)".

41 points remaining.

At the last moment, Shirakawa Natsu exchanged for the minotaur's stomach. In the previous side quest, she was rewarded with a buff that reduced the points required to upgrade body parts by 50%.

Therefore, this exchange offers great value for money.

Unlike the heart, kidney, and trial cow that I redeemed before.

The stomach is an organ that cannot be upgraded.

The heart provides power, the kidneys provide ammunition, and the penis is the weapon; these three can be enhanced.

This exchange not only saved him from disaster, but also allowed him to hear incredible information that he still hasn't recovered from.

"Isn't there anything to say?" Hashimoto Arina's eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up in them.

Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu was startled and quickly reached out to help her wipe it, but Hashimoto Arina pushed her away.

"If you don't love me anymore, you can tell me and I will leave, instead of lying to me and weaving a false dream for me."

She suppressed her sobs, clearly afraid that Shana upstairs would hear, and stared straight at Shirakawa Natsu, as if waiting for his answer.

Shirakawa Natsu was still reeling from the shock of the information he had just received. Seeing Natae's expression, he suddenly realized that the situation was more serious than he had anticipated.

At the same time, after Shana returned to her room, the pain on her face vanished instantly, and she took out her phone and put on her earphones.

The scene in the living room appeared on the phone screen, and she murmured, "Sorry, Sister Cai, you're a good person."

Shirakawa Natsumi felt a cold sweat break out on her back, her mind racing. The girl named Shana had just slipped her hand inside his pants and rhythmically squeezed him for a long time; it actually felt somewhat good. Coupled with Hashimoto Arina's reaction, she must have seen the arousal in him, especially since he was lying on Shana's lap.

She pretended to be asleep, a perverted man aroused by rubbing against Shana's thigh.

That's why they asked, "Why are you pretending to be asleep?"

Hashimoto Arina is actually very concerned about the age difference between the two, which has always been a hurdle in her heart, hence her sensitivity.

She clearly thought she was...

Shirakawa Natsu's face showed embarrassment at having her thoughts exposed: "Sorry, Ayana-nee, I didn't mean to pretend to be asleep, it was just that the situation was too awkward."

Hashimoto Arina gritted her teeth, waiting for his explanation.

“I just dreamt about Arina.” Shirakawa Natsu’s voice was low. “After all, we didn’t go all the way in the bathroom. I dreamt that Arina used her feet on me… When I woke up, I found myself lying on Shana’s lap, so I didn’t dare to get up, but I quickly went limp.”

Hashimoto Arina was clearly not expected to receive such a reply; confusion was written all over her face, and she even forgot her sadness.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!" Shirakawa Natsu said earnestly.

"This...this can still prove it?" A shocked expression appeared on Hashimoto Arina's beautiful face.

“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded seriously, then took the opportunity to lean close to her ear and said, “Actually, I’m into thighs with vegetables.”

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand with one hand and made her place it between his legs, while his other hand reached down to touch her long legs.

The next second, he reacted strongly.

Under Hashimoto Arina's shocked gaze, Shirakawa Natsumi said earnestly in her ear, "You know my physical condition, Arina-nee. Doesn't such a quick reaction prove my feelings for you?"

"No, what is this? I..." Hashimoto Arina's face was flushed, clearly a mess. When she left, Shirakawa Natsu had only exchanged for a heart, which was very weak. She felt that something about Shirakawa Natsu's reasoning was wrong, yet it also seemed right. But right now, her heart was pounding so hard that she couldn't think straight at all.

"Sister Yu-Cai, please feel it." Shirakawa Natsu smiled and had already put her hand inside her skirt.

When dealing with girls, trying to reason with them often leads to defeat.

Shana's face gradually darkened. Why did he know that?

Chapter 255 Preparing to Strike

"Sister Youcai, lie down first." Without saying a word, Shirakawa Natsu turned her over so that she was lying face down on the sofa.

Hashimoto Arina blushed slightly, and half-heartedly resisted, she crossed her arms and lay on the sofa.

Shirakawa Natsu pressed his thumb against her spine and began to perform the blond-haired massage technique, moving downwards.

"Hmm." Hashimoto Arina's expression froze for a moment, and she let out a groan. The next second, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

"It's okay, just shout if you feel comfortable. The door is very soundproof." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, her hands moving without stopping. She began to perform the massage technique she remembered from the blond-haired man, her fingers gradually moving down to her tailbone, applying a little pressure.

"Ah~" Hashimoto Arina's expression was conflicted. She wanted to endure it, but her body was out of control: "Slow down, slow down."

She was no longer in the mood to be angry, so she covered her mouth with both hands to keep herself from making a sound.

Under the lights, looking from behind, her short skirt swayed, revealing her long, shapely, and fair legs.

Because she rarely exercises, her leg curves are not particularly strong, but they are delicate and well-proportioned, making people's hearts flutter.

As I pressed harder with my fingers, I could see through her short skirt that the bulge in her back swayed rhythmically with my fingers.

Looking further inside, the snow-white and delicate calves were faintly visible at the hem of the skirt.

It looked like there was black lace underneath her skirt.

How could he resist such a hot and stimulating scene? His massage movements gradually changed, and he began to focus his strength on a few points.

Hashimoto Arina looked dazed, completely unaware that her chest was gradually slipping out of the fabric and emerging from its cover.

This wasn't the first time Shirakawa Natsu had seen Yui-nee's body, but his breathing gradually became heavier, completely forgetting his previous fatigue as he looked at the mature woman in front of him, whose maturity was undeniable.

He spread her legs apart on the sofa, pressing their bodies together so there was no gap between them.

Hashimoto Arina finally realized what was happening and found it hard to accept being in the lobby. She twisted her body and tried to break free from Shirakawa Natsu's embrace, but she was held tightly, and her twisting and turning felt more like she was moving on her own.

She struggled for a while, then resigned herself to her fate and stopped resisting, covering her mouth with her hand to try not to make a sound.

"It's okay, Sister Cai." Shirakawa Natsu leaned against her back and whispered in her ear, "The sounds from here can't possibly reach the room. Don't worry about Shana hearing them. You must be having a hard time holding back, right?"

A flash of embarrassment and annoyance crossed Hashimoto Arina's face. She turned to look at him with a reproachful expression, met his burning gaze, and slowly opened her mouth, and the two kissed deeply.

Under the relentless massage and Shirakawa Natsu's continuous attacks, Hashimoto Arina gradually became immersed in the intense love given to her by her lover, and her voice grew louder and louder.

"Won't...will anyone hear us?"

Even at this moment, she still felt shy.

Shirakawa Natsu lifted her delicate feet onto his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, you can't hear me."

In the room on the second floor, Shana stared at her phone screen, her face ashen. She closed her eyes and reached out to take off her earphones.

As the second morning dawned, sunlight streamed through the window.

Shirakawa Natsu opened his eyes and saw Hashimoto Arina also looking at him with her eyes open. The two stared at each other for a second, and then Hashimoto Arina quickly closed her eyes, trying to pretend to be asleep.

"No need to pretend like that." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, but she still didn't open her eyes and slightly raised her lips.

Shirakawa Natsu understood, got out of bed, and since she wasn't wearing pants, she was in good spirits early in the morning.

He quickly pressed his hand against her raised lips, parting them and touching her teeth.

Hashimoto Arina sensed something was wrong, opened her eyes, and blushed. "Pah!" she spat, sat up, and raised her hand to slap him. "You brat, why have you become so bad!"

"Could I have misunderstood?" Shirakawa Natsu chuckled and dodged, his gaze fixed on her swaying chest as she moved, creating a striking visual impact.

"How could I possibly want to eat that kind of thing! I want a kiss!" As soon as Hashimoto Arina finished speaking, she immediately realized that it was too embarrassing to say such girlish thoughts in front of her boyfriend who was younger than her. She blushed and turned her head away, pretending to be angry.

"Just kidding, Yuzawa-nee." Shirakawa Natsumi leaned close to her ear from behind: "I saw Yuzawa-nee eating for so long last night, I thought you really liked it."

"Go to hell!" Hashimoto Arina was so embarrassed and angry that she crawled out from under the covers and threw a pillow at his head.

The two had another big fight, and in the end, Hashimoto Arina was pinned to the bed by him.

Shirakawa Natsu sat on her stomach, moving back and forth across her chest.

Hashimoto Arina turned her head away, looking embarrassed and annoyed, but she still stuck out her tongue from time to time.

Her expression was like that of someone taking care of a naughty child. Although she was annoyed and displeased, she would still indulge him because of her doting love.

Shirakawa Natsu really enjoyed seeing Hashimoto Arina's expression.

The two wrestled for half an hour before getting out of bed.

"I have no idea where you learned that from." Hashimoto Arina held her chest with one hand, wiping her face with a tissue, and the blush on her face faded a little.

"There are many online." Of course, Shirakawa Natsumi wouldn't say that she couldn't forget Aunt Maki after playing with her.

"Sister Youcai, Shana's Dongguo dialect is so good, she doesn't have an accent at all."

“She’s half Japanese, and I heard she lived in Tokyo when she was little.” Hashimoto Arina stopped wiping her chest and looked at her warily. “She’s very pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu did not deny it, but seeing that Hashimoto Arina’s expression changed slightly, she immediately added, “But in my heart, there is only Arina-nee.”

As he spoke, he reached out and lifted one of her breasts: "Now I only like the same figure as Sister Youcai."

"Hmm?" Hashimoto Arina gave him a reproachful look, recalling the embarrassing pose from last night, so he was clearly not lying.

“Sana is completely out of the question,” Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged.

Shana is petite and has a youthful appearance. Actually, she's not small; she's between a B and a C cup, which is normal.

But he's surrounded by mature, sophisticated women, and comparisons are always a problem.

Moreover, his inquiry about Shana was, of course, to find out her identity. He exploited a bug in the yellow-haired app, putting himself in the dark while the enemy was in the open—this was his only advantage.

"Hmph." Hashimoto Arina snorted coldly, reached out and picked up her bra from the ground and put it on.

At this time, at Kimura Momo's home.

"Crack." The sound of the water glass shattering. The glass in Shana's hand turned into shards of glass, which slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, splashing with the cold water.

Kimura Momo looked at her with a half-smile.

"Hmph, I'll remember that." Shana took out her phone, opened her notebook, and quickly wrote it down: "I'll make you pay for this little by little, I'll make you lick my toes."

"If you're angry, why not give up?" Kimura Momo looked at her with interest.

“Because I still love her.” Shana pouted, “So I will forgive everything he did. So-called love is such an irrational thing.”

"So, how long will your love last?" Kimura Momo sat down beside her.

Shana took off her headphones, leaned back on the sofa as if deflated, and stared at the ceiling: "I don't know. Maybe I won't love him anymore when I wake up tomorrow morning, or maybe I'll love him forever. If that day comes, I'll just disappear. Who told him to have me and still play around with other women?"

"I thought you were going to kill him." Kimura Momo squinted. "After all, human love and hate often happen in an instant."

“That makes sense. I’ll be furious if it’s not me in the end.” Shana chuckled as she sat up from the sofa. “I have to go back now. I can’t let him know about my relationship with you.”

She walked to the door, then suddenly turned back: "Consider my suggestion and back out, otherwise you'll get hurt. The bitterness of love can be very painful."

Kimura Momo raised her water glass to her lips and took a small sip: "I want to try it."

"I won't show any mercy." Shana gave her a deep look, then pushed open the door and left.

When Shirakawa Natsu arrived in the living room, she found that breakfast was already prepared. Shana, holding up the kitchen utensils, waved to the two of them with a smile: "Good morning~ Natsu, you have some vegetables!"

"Good morning." Hashimoto Arina blushed for no reason. She had a great time with her boyfriend last night. Although she couldn't hear him, she was instinctively shy and quickly turned her head away before sitting down at the dining table.

"It smells so good." After sitting down, Shirakawa Natsumi subtly sized up Shana.

She was dressed very youthfully today. Her legs were straight, and she wore a short skirt with sheer black stockings. She looked youthful and beautiful, but with a touch of naivety.