Chapter 121

Shirakawa Natsu was certain that her brother was just being stubborn. She kept saying she was okay, but her body didn’t move. She remained in a prone position, breathing heavily.

The two attacks had left her completely limp.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t rush out; one hand wandered around her ischium.

There were beads of sweat on it, it was very slippery, and my palm followed the skin all the way down to the pubic arch.

The surface felt sticky and muddy.

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was strange as she reached down to touch the sofa below. On the high-quality leather sofa was a sticky, glistening liquid.

Good heavens, Shirakawa Natsumi is really something else. My brother actually went to do that during the PY deal.

There’s definitely something wrong with this.

Miyuki didn’t turn around, but when he was touched near his pubic arch, he knew that Shirakawa Natsu was gradually understanding everything.

But that didn’t stop her from being stubborn.

Miyuki closed the notebook: “I’m going to take a shower.”

As Shirakawa Natsu pressed down on her back, sweat dripped onto her back, mixing with the sweat on her body.

My T-shirt and jeans were soaking wet, and it was very uncomfortable to wear them.

It’s like having a great workout; all the stress is released through your pores, leaving you feeling completely relaxed.

Now I need to take a shower, then lie comfortably in bed and let all the fatigue and stress disappear.

“Wait, no rush.” ​​Shirakawa Natsu reached out and grabbed Miyuki’s slender waist, and said with a smile, “Wait for me for 15 minutes.”

Upon hearing this, Miyuki frowned slightly. The past 12 minutes, although not as crazy as last time, were just right, like eating until you’re six-tenths full.

However, it’s still enjoyable to eat more delicious food, just don’t eat more than ten times your fill.

But Shirakawa Natsu was acting very strangely today, judging from her expression when she entered.

“Are you taking your medicine?” Miyuki asked, frowning. Shirakawa Natsumi’s health wasn’t good, and if she took her medicine because of her provocation, most of the pleasurable feeling it gave her would instantly disappear.

“How could that be?” Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to explain: “I only care about my own pleasure.”

“…” Mikoto’s eye twitched. It was the same yesterday; he ran away after he had his fun.

She removed Shirakawa Natsu’s hand from her waist: “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Don’t be angry, I was just kidding.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly hugged her slender waist. It turns out that even brothers can be a little temperamental sometimes.

He held Mi Zhi Shi in his arms. She had only eaten about 60% of her fill, so she could continue and wouldn’t mind.

He offered a token protest, then sat back down on the sofa.

“Let me give you a massage first.” Shirakawa Natsumi couldn’t ask his brother for help without giving him anything in return.

He reached out and pulled her jeans down all the way down to her knees, then tossed them aside.

He held her two feet in his hands.

Sure enough, no matter how many times you see my brother’s feet, you have to admit it. The feet of that aloof, elegant woman are the sexiest among the women around Shirakawa Natsu.

When the blond-haired man started the massage, Mikoto obediently closed his eyes, lay down on the sofa, and began to enjoy it.

He had his brother’s body completely under his control.

While massaging him, he grabbed his brother’s soles and toes and rubbed them against himself.

Miyuki’s legs are straight and long, so I need to think of a way to have my brother wear black stockings and high heels to rub them against him.

Mikoto wasn’t very cooperative, barely spreading her toes and mechanically moving her feet back and forth without any rhythm or skill. Her attitude was extremely perfunctory, highlighting her complete indifference.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t care; it was just an experiment anyway. After more than ten minutes, he felt himself entering battle mode again.

He glanced at the time; 12 minutes, 3 minutes less than he expected. This was probably due to the bonus from his brother’s footwork.

“Alright, let’s begin.” Shirakawa Natsumi moved her sexy, sullen feet away from the work.

At the same time, stop massaging with the yellow hair on your hands.

Miyuki looked up, her eyes filled with suspicion. She could guess what Shirakawa Natsu was planning, but she hadn’t expected the CD time to be so fast.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Shirakawa Natsu said unhappily, sitting back on the sofa. This time, he planned not to move himself, so as to obtain the most objective data. He patted Miyuki’s pelvis: “It’s your turn this time.”

Miyuki frowned; she preferred to lie down.

Without saying much, he got up from the sofa, stood between Shirakawa Natsu’s feet, and reached one hand between her feet to steady himself.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at Minoki’s smooth back, where her figure’s advantages were on full display.

Mi no Kumi doesn’t need a point of leverage; she can sit in a half-squat simply by bending her two long legs.

“Let me help you.” Shirakawa Natsu proactively reached out and supported her slender waist, making it easier for her to exert herself.

It’s true that moving yourself and lying flat to enjoy yourself are two different experiences; no wonder the lecherous fox always likes to lie still.

Miyuki had good stamina, but he gradually began to run out of energy. He went from doing a half squat in mid-air to sitting on his lap to rest. His breathing became heavy and he started to pant.

The two bodies were initially connected at a single point, but their skin gradually pressed together.

Miyuki was almost completely leaning against Shirakawa Natsu’s chest.

Shirakawa Natsu hugged her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her fair neck, where fine beads of sweat, slightly salty, were visible.

As he shuddered for the last time, Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t resist taking a deep breath of her neck skin, leaving a noticeable hickey by the time he realized it.

Miyuki collapsed into his arms, exhaling slowly, and this time she didn’t stubbornly deny it anymore.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out and touched her to check her condition.

Would you say that I’ve already turned my brother into my own shape?

“Lie down first, I’ll do it one more time.” Shirakawa Natsu leaned close to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe.

Miyuki’s limp body trembled, but he didn’t speak.

Shirakawa Natsu knew that she would never admit defeat.

However, it’s impossible to get her to move.

He made Miyuki kneel on the sofa, stood behind her, took off her T-shirt which was completely soaked with sweat and wrinkled, and held her pelvis with both hands.

It’s now completely its own shape. The whole process went surprisingly smoothly, without any discomfort.

Ten minutes later, Shirakawa Natsu was completely on her back, and the two of them fell onto the sofa together.

“You lost.” Bai Chuanxia hugged her and stroked her long legs: “You can clean the sofa tomorrow.”

“…” Mi no Shiki remained motionless, too weak to pay attention to him, only controlling her muscles to tighten and express her dissatisfaction in a small way.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t know why he would suddenly say something like that, and in the end, he could only attribute it to the strange competitive spirit between brothers.

After lying on the sofa for more than ten minutes, my hot body gradually calmed down, and the air conditioning blew on my skin, stimulating my skin with a cool sensation.

“You’ll catch a cold if you lie down any longer. Go take a shower first.” Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her hand from her chest and patted her hip bone.

“Mmm.” Miyuki responded, covering her forehead with one hand, her brows furrowed, clearly still a little dizzy.

As soon as I stood up, something flowed out and dripped onto the ground along my skin.

“Don’t move.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly pulled out a piece of toilet paper from the side, crumpled it into a small ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

He performed this set of movements with remarkable ease; he was in poor health and often suffered from nosebleeds, so he was very skilled at it.

Just as Mikoto regained his footing, his legs suddenly gave way and he staggered again.

“Be careful.” After reminding her, Shirakawa Natsu quickly got up to help her up and asked with concern, “Are you alright?”

Miyu smoothed her short hair with her hand, her expression gradually returning from a daze, and waved her hand: “I’m fine.”

Shirakawa Natsu watched as she struggled to stand up straight; this was probably her brother’s last act of defiance.

“Let’s take a bath together,” Shirakawa Natsu suggested, since Minoki couldn’t possibly dig the entire thing out by himself.

This time, Miyuki did not refuse.

The two lay in the bathtub, the steam gradually filling the bathroom, the warm water washing away their fatigue.

Although both of them were completely exhausted, it did not prevent them from feeling this unique sense of comfort.

The bathtubs in luxury apartments were designed with the issue of multiple people bathing at the same time in mind from the very beginning.

To this, Shirakawa Natsumi could only say that the designer was incredibly knowledgeable.

“Meet with Hojo Maki tomorrow.” Mikoto kept her eyes closed, her face expressionless. “No matter what happens, don’t interfere. Just record everything.”

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu held her foot underwater. If the back of a man can be developed to have the same stimulation as the front, then can the feet be developed as well? After all, many manga and anime have this feature.

But after he played with her for a long time, Miyuki showed no reaction and even pulled her feet back, placing them together underwater.

She has the inherent elegance of a mature woman perfectly under control.

He originally wanted to spread his legs and let Mikoto sit in his lap to experience this classic position.

But somehow, the two of them naturally ended up sitting side by side like brothers taking a bath.

Even with complete honesty, the ambiguous atmosphere remained completely unresolved.

Compared to Nao Jingu wearing black pantyhose while taking a bath, it felt like I was taking a fake bath.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but wonder, could it be that relationships with brothers could only be limited to simple backroom deals?

Finally, Miyuki lay face down on the bathtub and let Shirakawa Natsu clean up her back.

The two took their towels and went back to their respective rooms.

Shirakawa Natsu lay in bed, his feelings complicated. As the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection, and he knew that his feelings for Miyuki were not romantic love.

He was certain that their friendship had not changed.

But now that there’s a business relationship involved, in addition to brotherhood, there’s also a purely physical bond.

He could no longer accept that Miyuki would fall in love with another man in the future.

As for whether he can accept her continuing to see other women, that depends on whether he’s invited to join in.

Men are just like that, so real.

Putting aside his complicated feelings for his brother, he took out his phone and opened the Yellow Hair app.

In the “Friends” section, Mi no Kumi is still listed first.

Shirakawa Natsu felt a sense of loss, but mostly relief, that Miyuki’s feelings hadn’t changed.

Sleeping with my best friend of many years, and we got along very well, but it wasn’t love, is a very complicated feeling that’s hard to describe.

Shaking his head, he dismissed these strange ideas and continued clicking on the Yellow Hair APP to begin his research.

The experiment was a great success; the powerful minotaur kidneys possess twice the capabilities of a healthy male.

This is mainly reflected in two aspects: normal humans can only have it once, while under the kidneys of a minotaur, it can be done twice directly.

Then there’s CD, and the cooldown time will be halved.