Chapter 118

Kanna Hojo’s figure is more voluptuous than Nao Jingu’s.

From Shirakawa Natsu’s perspective, she saw a fair-skinned young girl’s body, swaying sensually and nimbly.

She covered her waist with a thin blanket, as if to hide the shyness unique to young girls.

In reality, most of the skin is exposed.

With the slightest movement, it creates breathtaking waves.

Not to mention the large expanses of skin on her plump thighs and delicate arms, so smooth it makes one’s mouth water.

From Shirakawa Natsu’s angle, the coccyx and pubis are fully visible.

“I’m starting now. If Kanna feels uncomfortable, just say so immediately,” Shirakawa Natsu explained as usual, even though he knew that Hojo Kanna didn’t intend to give a proper massage.

The mission required that she not be discovered, so Shirakawa Natsu was extremely careful with every movement, rehearsing them in her mind before putting them into practice.

This could very well be his last chance to complete the mission, and there is no room for any surprises.

“Mmm,” Kanna Hojo hummed, then buried her face deeply in her arms.

Clearly, she was mentally prepared for whatever kind of stabbing she was subjected to.

“Miyuki and I are childhood friends.” Shirakawa Natsu poured some lubricant into her hand, spread it evenly, and then pressed it onto her back.

The cool, muddy sensation caused Kanna Hojo to let out a suppressed groan.

Shirakawa Natsumi placed her two thumbs against her spine in the center, with the rest of her fingers under her armpits.

He began to perform the Yellow Hair Massage Technique according to the memory in his mind.

The lubricant made her skin smooth and shiny under the light.

The naive young girl gradually became greasy.

The effects of the blonde massage technique became apparent, and Hojo Kanna’s tense body began to relax.

“She always pretends not to care.” Shirakawa Natsu’s hands slid under her armpits, down her waist to the sides of her hips, and then gradually up, where there is more fat, making it more suitable for left-handed rotational massage.

With a little pressure, your finger will sink in completely, and because of the lubricant, it’s very slippery and bouncy.

Upon hearing the name Miyuki, Kanna Hojo visibly tensed up.

Shirakawa Natsu immediately pressed her fingers against her coccyx with a little force.

The itching sensation instantly spread throughout her body, and Kanna Hojo collapsed again.

“Actually, she values ​​relationships more than many people.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her; under the blond man’s massage technique, her body was already prepared, and she no longer needed to apply lubricant to her pubic area.

He reached one hand between his feet.

Maintain a distance that touches but doesn’t completely touch, and gently rub the skin back and forth.

With his other hand, he lifted the thin cushion around her waist and covered her head with it.

This is similar to an ostrich mentality; having a fig leaf to cover up the fact that when operating on her body, it can greatly reduce her resistance.

Hojo Kanna couldn’t stand the teasing of his hand, and her body began to follow the movements of Shirakawa Natsu’s hand, actively pressing his hand with her pubic bone, as if she wanted him to rub harder and put it in place.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled, having learned her lesson from last time, knowing she couldn’t wait any longer, and used her other hand to undo her belt.

“That night, she was sitting on the sofa drinking. That was the first time I saw Mikoto in pain.” Shirakawa Natsu said, talking about her brother’s love for her, massaging her pubic bone with one hand and unbuckling her belt with the other.

The imagery is very vivid.

When Hojo Kanna heard her lover’s name, she wanted to run away, but Shirakawa Natsu’s words kept echoing in her ears, making her constantly recall every little thing she had with her lover.

The lingering love in my heart, the reluctance and heartache of leaving, the shame towards my lover, the strange stimulation in my body—a mix of various feelings, both mental and physical, intertwined.

“Change positions.” As she was becoming increasingly drowsy, Shirakawa Natsu lifted her legs with both hands, arranging them into an M shape.

With her legs fully spread, the chill that swept over her pubic bone made Kanna Hojo instinctively shrink back.

“She truly loves me, I’m absolutely certain of that.” Shirakawa Natsu used words to attract her attention, and once he spoke of love, Hojo Kanna was indeed drawn in, and her body stopped moving.

“Natsu,” Kanna Hojo finally spoke, “is there any point in saying all this now?”

“Of course there is.” Shirakawa Natsu placed her head on the pubic symphysis and rhythmically moved downwards: “The person you love, the person you like, just because Miyuki doesn’t love you as you wish doesn’t mean you are not loved by her.”

Kanna Hojo didn’t say anything, but her attention was clearly drawn to him.

Shirakawa Natsu used one hand to assist her brother in using the blond massage technique, otherwise Hojo Kanna would have easily realized the problem when she noticed three things moving on her skin.

His heart was pounding at an alarming rate.

If Hojo Kanna turns around, she will see his ugly behavior, which means the mission has failed.

Watching it move rhythmically across the skin, leaving indentations where it touches, and feeling the lubricant, all you can feel is smoothness and tenderness, without the slightest resistance.

Even so, when it travels to the vicinity of the pelvis, the fat still jiggles, like trying to rub a balloon with a stick.

However, this balloon is solid, so it won’t pop. It’s very bouncy and will return to its original shape after a few shakes.

The stick, on the other hand, was about to vomit, like a drunk person covering their mouth with their hand, but liquid was still leaking out from between their fingers. Fortunately, the color and viscosity were the same as those lubricants, so there was no need to worry about it being recognized when mixed together.

To coordinate with his left hand’s yellow-haired massage technique, Shirakawa Natsu gradually leaned forward, making it look as if his lower body was pressing down on Hojo Kanna’s lower body, moving clockwise to the left.

“Almost there, hang in there.” Feeling that things were getting better and the mission was about to be completed, it was absolutely crucial not to open the book now.

A fishy smell began to gradually spread in the air, making one want to indulge in it.

This is the most primal flavor, seeping into one’s nose, making both hands move with even more force, accumulating and expanding in the heart, like nitrogen being continuously injected into a balloon, just a spark away from causing a huge explosion.

“Hmm.” Kanna Hojo made a strange sound, and suddenly her legs slightly came together and then opened again, her muscles gradually tensing up.

Shirakawa Natsu was startled; this familiar scene seemed strangely familiar.

The scene under the lamp, resembling a rainbow, is still vivid in my mind.

Looking at Hojo Kanna’s trembling body, it seemed as if she was using reason to suppress her last bit of dignity.

“Damn it!” Shirakawa Natsu cursed inwardly. It shouldn’t have been this fast.

So far, everything is proceeding according to his planned schedule.

Could it be because after telling her about Miyuki, and knowing that her lover loved her, her body was constantly being stimulated?

This resulted in a strange chemical reaction.

“Calm down!” Shirakawa Natsu knew she only had a few seconds left; if she failed, the side quest might be stuck forever.

He could see water stains gradually appearing, indicating that Kanna Hojo’s muscle control was reaching its limit and she was gradually letting go.

In a flash, Shirakawa Natsu didn’t care about anything else. He stretched out his little finger and forcefully shouted, “Go back!”

“Ah~!” Kanna Hojo let out an unprecedented scream, her body jerking upwards and her head snapping around.

Shirakawa Natsu pressed down instantly, pinning her lower body down to block her view and prevent her from seeing what was happening below.

His lower body was pushing hard against his femur.

She had so much fat that it looked like she was actually sunk in.

“No, Natsu, stop!” Hojo Kanna didn’t know what was going on, but the feeling of being blocked made her feel like she was going to break. At this moment, she couldn’t care less about her lover and began to struggle desperately, kicking her legs wildly, trying to escape.

In this back and forth, Shirakawa Natsu felt herself being constantly rubbed and prodded.

The advantages of having bad kidneys were once again demonstrated, sending a shiver down my spine.

The balloon inflated to its maximum size and then burst with a “pop”.

In that brief moment of distraction, Kanna Hojo broke free from under him.

A whooshing sound came, and under the lights, another rainbow appeared.

“Don’t get discovered! Don’t get discovered! Don’t get discovered!” The crucial message of the mission flashed through Shirakawa Natsumi’s mind. Now, only the final step remained.

Watching Hojo Kanna tremble all over, I heard the “drip-drip” sound of water droplets falling on the floor.

His eyes fell on the prop box next to him, and he quickly took out a leather eye mask from it.

He lunged at Kanna Hojo.

Still reeling from the pain and strange sensations, Hojo Kanna cried out in terror when she saw Shirakawa Natsu lunging at her, “Natsu, no…”

“I know that this relationship has come to this point entirely because of Mikoto, but…” Shirakawa Natsu looked into her confused eyes and said softly, “You made her cry, so it’s not wrong for me to take revenge for her, is it?”

He’s being unreasonable; Kanna Hojo is the victim, but that doesn’t matter.

Looking at the grinning Shirakawa Natsu, Hojo Kanna felt a surge of hope deep within her. She even forgot to wipe the moisture from between her pubic bones: “I…I’m sorry.”

“You can probably guess some of the truth about my relationship with her, so I’m going to get my revenge on you today.” Shirakawa Natsumi sounded a bit childish, but it seemed perfect for the current atmosphere.

Kanna Hojo trembled all over, offering no resistance, as he put the leather blindfold on her.

Shirakawa Natsu finally relaxed after completely covering her eyes.

In that split second, he remembered that when the two of them were camping, Kanna Hojo had once given him Mikoto to suck the blood from a bee’s wound, mistaking it for oral sex.

Later, she learned from Miyuki that Kanna Hojo had a hidden masochistic tendency.

Everything was connected in that instant.

Shirakawa Natsumi is very experienced in making M feel encouraged.

He picked up the whip with one hand and began to perform a yellow-haired massage on Hojo Kanna’s body with the other.

He folded the whip shorter so that each strike would be more powerful.

The room echoed with the sound of whips whistling through the air and the cracking of flesh against flesh, along with the woman’s suppressed moans that sounded like sobs.

“Goodness.” Shirakawa Natsu discovered that the harder he tried, the more cooperative Hojo Kanna became.

But he suppressed his unrestrained beastly nature and controlled the pace. He didn’t want Hojo Kanna to become subservient to him and thus become infatuated with him.

After all, she used to be her brother’s woman.