Chapter 117

“Mmm, Natsu is the best~” Jingu Nao rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and rubbed her face against him.

Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her hand from her black-stockinged thigh, choosing to be more reserved in class.

Couples like them are common in university open classes. As long as they don’t want to go all the way and have an in-depth conversation, the teachers usually turn a blind eye.

After leaning on his shoulder, Jingu Nao seemed to feel safe and fell asleep immediately, snoring softly through her nose with a faint smile on her lips.

Shirakawa Natsu hugged her tighter, feeling his girlfriend’s slender, soft figure.

I didn’t use any of the excuses I had prepared, which was a relief; at least now I don’t have to figure out how to lie to her.

After finishing his morning classes and having lunch with Jingu Nao, he received a call from Miyuki.

As he walked out of the school gate, he saw that familiar Jeep by the roadside.

I walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Miyuki sat in the driver’s seat, took out a document and a shopping bag, and handed them over.

“What is this?” Shirakawa Natsu took the contract and found it to be an employment contract with very simple terms.

The employer was Miyuki, who hired Shirakawa Natsu as her private photographer for 100,000 yen for a week.

His lips twitched, and he opened the box next to him. Sure enough, it contained a small camera.

It’s the kind with a wrist strap, so you can hold it with one hand when you open it.

Shirakawa Natsu is very familiar with this kind of handheld camera; it has appeared in countless manga featuring wives.

It records the process of countless wives gradually turning into fluffy balls.

Considering that I took the photos with my phone yesterday, could it be that the phone’s quality is no longer sufficient for her?

Seeing his strange expression, Miyuki explained, “Don’t overthink it. It just proves that I provided you with the murder weapon.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsumi felt her lips twitch even more violently: “So you mentioned the murder weapon earlier, right?”

“Yes.” Miyuki nodded: “This contract, the camera, and other preparations will ensure that even if something goes wrong, you will not bear any legal responsibility. I will take full responsibility for everything.”

“Although I don’t know what you’re planning to do.” Shirakawa Natsumi flicked the contract in her hand. If something really went wrong, this alone wouldn’t be of any use.

“Don’t forget my profession,” Miyuki whispered.

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu sighed softly. He didn’t understand capitalist law either, and he had seen many judgments that shattered his worldview.

He trusted Miyuki, and besides, as Huang Mao’s accomplice, even if he were to go to court, he wouldn’t get a long sentence.

Consider it risking my life to accompany my brothers.

After thinking it over, Shirakawa Natsu signed her name on the employment contract and asked, “What’s the next step?”

“See Hojo Maki. She sent me the video yesterday.” Mikoto said, “Remember, no matter what happens, you must not interfere or take action. What you need to do is use this camera to record everything that happens.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded and picked up the camera, fiddling with it in her hands.

He has basic photography skills and is proficient in all photography equipment.

Picking up this camera, specially made for blond guys, now immediately evokes a sense of familiarity.

I wonder if there will be any kind of bonus.

He took the camera and familiarized himself with adjusting various parameters and settings. In just a few minutes, he got the camera in optimal condition.

Miyuki witnessed all of this, and for a moment her expression showed surprise.

She grew up with Shirakawa Natsu and doesn’t remember him ever systematically studying photography.

Seeing her puzzled look, Shirakawa Natsu casually replied, “It’s just a personal hobby.”

He regretted it as soon as he said it, and felt like a pervert.

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded, not pressing further, and said in a relaxed tone, “Record it next time you do it with me.”

Shirakawa Natsu felt that her brother’s tone was very abnormal; it was clearly a heavy-handed, shady deal.

In her words, it was as casual as saying, “Remember to add chili next time you cook.”

And what’s with the “next time” thing? Are these two going to develop into a long-term platonic relationship?

“Let me send you the video first.” Shirakawa Natsu took out his phone. Miyuki wanted a video and said she was going to see Hojo Maki. He could roughly guess what she wanted to do, but according to their agreement, he was just a heartless camera.

He used the built-in editing function on his phone to cut out some of the footage of him stabbing into Mi no Shiki and going in and out.

Only the friction between Miyuki and Inagawa Hanahi remains.

As expected, no matter how many times I watch it, Inagawa Hanahi is vastly different from the yakuza heiress she usually is.

It’s like creating a composite video using face-swapping technology.

“Ring ring!” Mi no Kumi’s phone suddenly rang.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it; it was Hojo Kanna calling.

Miyuki answered the phone, said a few words, then hung up and turned to Shirakawa Natsumi, saying, “I’m going to meet with Kanna first.”

“Would it be convenient to come along?” Shirakawa Natsumi asked. Kanna was now a key figure in his life.

The side quest is still pending. Now, Miyuki has recorded a video of Inagawa Hanahi going to find her mother, and she’s also meeting with Kanna, making Shirakawa Natsu very uneasy.

Miyuki looked at him suspiciously, then nodded: “Okay.”

The two agreed to meet in a grove of trees behind the Dongda Library.

This is a popular spot for couples to date. When the wind blows, it stirs up the leaves, creating a poetic atmosphere.

This is a place that Kanna Hojo would like.

When Hojo Kanna saw Shirakawa Natsuya, she paused for a moment, then greeted him generously: “Natsu-kun is here too.”

“Yes, she came to see me, so we came together. You two can chat first.” Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, then walked to the side and secretly filmed with the camera she had just gotten her hands on.

Besides being proficient in equipment, Huang Mao’s photography skills also include enhancing the effect of stealth photography.

He looked at Mikoto and Hojo Kanna, wondering if it was because of the time he had stabbed her in the hotel last time.

This time, the shy girl seemed to have matured a lot.

The most significant change is in her eyes; previously, her gaze would shift between Mikoto and Shirakawa Natsu.

Now there is more determination and composure.

My good brother has successfully transformed the girl into a mature woman.

The wind rustled through the trees, making a soft “shush” sound, and also stirred Hojo Kanna’s long hair.

She brushed her long hair behind her ear with one hand and smiled at Miyuki: “Actually, I haven’t known Miyuki for very long, but it feels like a very, very long time has passed.”

“Hmm.” Miyuki took a cigarette from the pack, paused for a second, then put it back, looking at Kanna and saying, “I’m sorry for letting you see that scene.”

Pushing open the door and seeing the person you love hugging your sister would break any normal person.

Kanna Hojo’s face flashed with disappointment, but she quickly smiled again and lowered her head: “I never blamed Miyuki. Before we started dating, I was mentally prepared that Miyuki might change her mind or cheat on me. I’m sorry, this worry prevented me from putting all my love into this relationship.”

As she said this, she glanced at Shirakawa Natsu out of the corner of her eye.

Miyuki didn’t speak, but looked at her calmly: “If you want to say something, then say it.”

“Yes.” Kanna Hojo took two steps back and bowed deeply to her: “I am so glad that I was able to meet Mikoto in my life. These will all become beautiful memories.”

“I understand.” Miyuki nodded without any hesitation, turned around and walked towards Shirakawa Natsu without leaving any words of blessing.

Hojo Kanna watched her retreating figure, her smile lingering on her face, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face. She quickly turned away from Mikoto’s departing figure, seemingly not wanting her to see her tears.

However, Miyuki wouldn’t see it, because she didn’t turn around, but walked up to Shirakawa Natsu and said, “Let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t leave her here.” Shirakawa Natsumi shook her head. “She’s my friend too, and I need to make sure she won’t do anything irrational.”

Miyuki glanced at him and nodded: “Thank you.”

After she finished speaking, she left directly.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, stirring up leaves from the ground, which landed squarely on her head.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt that what was originally a tragic scene was inexplicably a bit comical.

He turned to look at Hojo Kanna’s back, her exaggerated curves suggesting this might be her last chance to complete the mission.

He walked up to Kanna Hojo and said, “Let me take you home.”

Kanna Hojo seemed to be wiping away tears with her hand, and after a while she turned her head: “Natsu, you are as gentle as ever.”

“We’re friends.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “Let’s go.”

The wind hadn’t stopped yet, rustling through the leaves.

“It’s like you’re saying goodbye to me,” Kanna Hojo suddenly said with a smile.

“Goodbye!” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback: “Where is Kanna going?”

“Yes, I’m applying to study in Yan Country,” Kanna Hojo said. “A change of environment, a fresh start.”

“Oh, Yan Country is very nice, Kanna will definitely like it.” Shirakawa Natsu said something meaningless.

A wave of fear washed over him. “Damn it, I almost got stuck on the mission. I have to find an excuse to go to a love hotel.”

Now that Kanna Hojo and Mikoto have just broken up, she must be heartbroken, which perfectly fits the mission requirements.

Shirakawa Natsu started racking her brains for an excuse to go to a hotel.

Then came the familiar streets, the familiar hotel, the familiar owner, and the familiar room.

When he came to his senses, the two of them were already sitting on the hotel bed.

He looked at Kanna Hojo beside him, her head bowed and her face flushed.

Why are the two of them so skilled at it?

“Ahem.” Shirakawa Natsumi coughed lightly twice. “Let me give you a massage first.”

“Mm.” Kanna Hojo nodded and began to unbutton her clothes.

One button at a time, the buttons on her chest were undone, freeing her familiar, flamboyant figure, which bounced up and down as she took off her skirt.

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was strange; he was still thinking about how to secretly take off his clothes without her noticing.

Good grief, she just went straight to it all by herself, clearly not intending to have a proper massage.

But that’s just right.

After Kanna Hojo lay down, Natsu Shirakawa placed her hand on her pubic bone again.