Chapter 112

“Yano-Kami, what are you saying? I can’t hear you.” Shirakawa Natsu put her ear close to Yono-Kami’s mouth, pretending to listen.

“Ugh…” Mikoto could only let out heavy breathing sounds from within the ring.

Her eyes were covered by a leather blindfold, her mouth was gagged with a ring, and her hands were tied behind her back.

Shirakawa Natsumi was holding an in-ear earphone and shoving it deep into the ear of this cool and mature woman.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To stop being human.” Shirakawa Natsu pressed down on her and whispered in her ear, “Today you’ll just be a whimpering dog.”

Today he plans to completely fill up his brothers and ruin them.

She had to be taught a profound lesson before there was any chance of changing her twisted personality; it was truly a case of magic defeating magic.

He didn’t just give S in a normal way; he used the skills granted by the Yellow Hair APP.

The blond-haired massage technique can relax the entire body of the practitioner, making them feel incredibly comfortable. However, it also mixes in the pain inflicted by S. The combination of pain and relaxation is meaningless, and only he can do this.

He then took out two more clips, which were specially made so that there was no need to worry about them pinching you.

“Ugh ugh ugh~” Mikoto still felt the intense pain and made whimpering sounds. The ring plug had been worn for a long time and she hadn’t gradually gotten used to it. Because her saliva was flowing out rapidly and not being replenished, her mouth became increasingly dry.

“The real Mi-no-Kami is a pervert.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled as he swept his gaze over her, finally settling on her jade-like feet: “Let you learn this fact properly, so you won’t go around harming the women who love you.”

He covered the sole of one of her jade-like feet with one hand and lifted it into the air. Miyuki’s feet had the strongest mature and sophisticated feel.

She doesn’t usually wear high heels, but Shirakawa Natsumi wants to put a sexy high heel on her beautiful foot, which might instantly turn her into a foot fetishist.

He took out a bottle of lubricant, unscrewed the cap, and poured it directly onto his ankle.

The cool, crystal-clear liquid flowed down my ankles to the tops of my feet.

Shirakawa Natsu grasped her ankle with her other hand and began using the techniques of the blond massage.

He rubbed the lubricant between his thumb and foot and then rubbed it on the instep.

“Alas…” Miyuki’s jade feet involuntarily tried to pull inward, but were firmly held by Shirakawa Natsu’s hand.

He used the backs of three fingers, coated with lubricant, to glide across the smooth soles of his feet.

Miyuki clearly felt itchy, and twisted her body, desperately trying to dodge with her jade feet.

Shirakawa Natsu’s thumb suddenly slid into the gap between her toes.

“Aha!” Mikoto’s body trembled, and saliva sprayed out of the ring again.

“You don’t feel comfortable, do you?” Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her toes one by one with her fingers, applying rhythmic pressure: “Just being pressed between your toes makes you make such strange noises. You really are a pervert.”

The blond-haired massage technique allowed his fingers to play special melodies on her jade-like feet, much like a piano master.

While Shirakawa Natsu kept calling Minoki a pervert, she couldn’t help but admit that his toes were really rough.

Holding the delicate feet of such a mature woman in your hand inexplicably gives you a feeling of tingling.

“You’re tied up with buckles, and you can’t see anything.” Shirakawa Natsu continued her verbal humiliation: “You look like a nasty person on the surface, but you feel good when this kind of thing is done to you. Your insides are definitely… broken.”

After he finished speaking, he forcefully inserted four fingers between her toes and pulled hard.

“Ah!” Mikoto’s body bent over and arched.

Shirakawa Natsu quietly unbuckled her belt with her other hand.

Her feet, like an automatic toy, gradually began to learn to cooperate, actively clamping down on whatever she wanted them to clamp.

This can be considered a talent in some sense, or a unique skill possessed only by mature women.

Shirakawa Natsu doesn’t consider herself a foot fetishist, but she has left quite a few marks on her feet, on the soles, and between her toes.

“Tonight is just the beginning.” Shirakawa Natsu spread her legs apart, took out some lubricant, and began to operate with his thumb.

Miyuki seemed to have anticipated something, her muscles tensing up.

“What are you expecting?” Shirakawa Natsu lay on her back, all her weight on her body.

At the same time, his other hand continued the yellow-haired massage technique, making her feel comfortable all over while also experiencing intense pain.

The special effect that prevented the target from turning back was nullified, but the comfort continued to enter her brain.

He continued to press his middle finger inward, and even with the lubricant, each step was still difficult because he lacked strength.

Pain and comfort, two completely opposite sensations, are transmitted from the body to the brain.

Shirakawa Natsumi believes that she has begun to question her own body.

“Waaaah!” Mikoto struggled like never before, twisting her body repeatedly.

But his body was completely bound, and he couldn’t exert any strength at all.

However, Shirakawa Natsumi felt that if she hadn’t been tied up with ropes, she might not have resisted so fiercely.

Based on previous experiences, Minoki’s resistance has always been quite flexible.

It’s stuck in a range that it just can’t escape.

He felt that his middle finger had reached its limit, so he switched to his thumb, which once again provoked her to resist fiercely.

Feeling that it was about time, he leaned close to Miyuki’s ear and said, “You’re my brother, so this spot is mine now.”

After he finished speaking, he applied some lubricant.

“Waaah!” Miko struggled desperately, then her whole body trembled and she let out a roar of “Uwaaah!”

The clear saliva in its mouth sprayed out from the ring, wetting the sheets in front of it.

The whole body arched upwards.

She seemed to be trying to break free, but was repeatedly pushed back onto the bed.

His face contorted with pain, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

The bed started to shake rhythmically, but luckily they lived in a duplex, so they didn’t have to worry about people downstairs knocking on the door.

Miyuki’s resistance gradually lessened, and she slowly began to lift her waist to cooperate.

Her consciousness gradually faded, just as Shirakawa Natsu had said. Today, she was not human, she didn’t need to think, and she could abandon all dignity as a human being.

At the same time, at the Inagawa-kai headquarters, Inagawa Hanahi, dressed in pajamas, lay unceremoniously in her private room.

Only here can she be Hanabi, a 19-year-old girl, not the president of the Inagawa-kai.

She opened the dusty wooden box in front of her and took out the photos one by one, stroking them carefully.

The people in the photo are smiling innocently and carefree.

“Mom.” Inagawa Hanahi looked at a photo of a young, beautiful woman holding two little girls’ hands and buried her head in her arms.

She had also fantasized countless times that a prince charming would appear in her life, just like in TV dramas.

Her mind gradually conjured up the handsome face of Miyuki. What was she doing now?

In the apartment.

The bed began to shake more and more, and a strange smell filled the air.

Shirakawa Natsu’s sweat dripped from her body, landing on Miyuki beneath her, and mixing with her sweat.

The room echoed with rhythmic panting, the voices of a man and a woman intertwined and mingled, indistinguishable from each other.

Eventually, things calmed down.

Shirakawa Natsu collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. He pressed her head down and penetrated deep into the ring.

Miyuki cooperated like a puppy.

Everyone gradually calmed down.

“I’ll put it inside to sleep,” Shirakawa Natsu whispered in her ear after untying her ring.

He was absolutely certain that the unique sensation created by the blond massage technique combined with the S combination was something only he could give his brother in the world.

Whether he likes it or not, his mark is now completely imprinted on his brother.

After saying this, Shirakawa Natsumi fell into a deep sleep.

The next day came quickly, and because of overwork, he slept very soundly.

He was awakened by a twisting or wriggling sensation.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she adjusted to the sunlight.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother’s handsome short hair and the hollows in his neck and back, which were dazzlingly white and sexy in the sunlight.

He casually placed his hand on her slender waist, and his other hand slipped under her armpits and stroked her chest. Before long, he shuddered.

Miyuki sensed his change, slowed down, and controlled her muscles, essentially cleaning him up.

Miyuki turned her head and used her hands to tie her handsome, tousled hair into a small braid at the back of her head.

She noticed that Shirakawa Natsu was staring at her face.

Miyuki suddenly grinned: “Why are you looking at me?”

“Um, you look a little different today.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at her, who appeared exceptionally radiant in the sunlight. The gloom that usually clung to her face was nowhere to be found. If she used to be a melancholic and aloof mature woman…

Now she looks like a sunny, mature, and sophisticated woman, with added femininity.

Although many people say that a woman’s personality changes after she becomes a woman.

However, whether what happened later counts as the first time remains an open question without a definitive answer.

“Thank you.” Miyuki looked at Shirakawa Natsu, her tone sincere.

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. “You’ve really gone bad?”

Miyuki shook her head, stood up from the bed, and sunlight shone through the glass onto her fair skin, making her look as if she were glowing: “Xia, you have helped me realize my true self, and I will no longer be confused.”

“What about Kanna?” Shirakawa Natsumi asked tentatively, still preoccupied with his mission.

“I will put an end to the past,” Miyuki said with a smile. “I will never let the women who love me cry for me again.”

Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. Where did this guy get his confidence? He felt that Miyuki was like someone who had watched an inspirational drama and vowed to study hard from now on.

Moreover, while saying cool things, something flowed out from behind him and dripped onto his thigh when he stood up.

My brother isn’t broken, is he?

Could it be that the brain is connected there, and he damaged it?

Hojo Maki, dressed in her police inspector uniform, entered the police station as usual. She had been talking with her daughter until late the previous night.

This caused my arrival at the police station to be delayed by three hours today.

She did not resolve her feelings about her sister.

She felt she had no right to criticize her daughter; deep down, she too had been disappointed by her daughter’s choices.

Fortunately, her daughter went to school as usual today, which put her at ease.

When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

“Minoku!” Hojo Maki narrowed her eyes. This woman who had caused her two daughters so much pain dared to appear here so brazenly.

She instinctively sensed that the woman’s gaze was very strange, as if it pierced through her clothes and stripped her naked.

She soon saw Shirakawa Natsuya standing not far away, looking at her with a complicated expression.