Chapter 130

Shirakawa Natsu sat in the Mino-Kami jeep, hiding downstairs in a building, looking out the window at a one-bedroom apartment.

This is where Jingu Nao rents a place; he has already asked the surrounding neighbors and the property management.

Jingu Nao never returned.

“You have something important to do.” Mikoto frowned slightly. “Let’s postpone tonight’s plans.”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and looked at Miyuki. Her plan was interconnected, and if it was delayed, it would have unpredictable consequences.

“No need, proceed according to your plan.” Shirakawa Natsu shook his head. He had slipped a piece of pencil lead into Jingu Nao’s front door so that he would know if Jingu Nao returned that night.

In comparison, Mino Shiki’s plan is more urgent.

“Okay.” Miyuki nodded. Just as Shirakawa Natsu had predicted, her plan could lead to complete failure if even one link went wrong.

After having dinner together, it was 9 o’clock, the time when Hojo Maki had agreed to start being Mino-gami’s pet.

The jeep drove towards the vicinity of Tokyo Bay, where fishermen were catching and killing fish.

When the sea breeze blows, it carries a unique, fishy smell.

The jeep stopped, and Shirakawa Natsu saw Hojo Maki standing on the seawall, gazing at the sea.

The sea breeze made her long hair fly in the air.

She didn’t bother to smooth her hair, letting the sea breeze blow on it.

Today, instead of wearing the strange trench coat she wore yesterday, she wore a simple sleeveless top and a white short skirt, still with sandals and high heels, revealing her glistening toes.

Her toes were adorned with meticulously applied nail polish, giving her a seductive allure that could tempt even a seemingly respectable married woman.

Now, she’s more like a mature, approachable wife next door.

It goes without saying that this whole thing was arranged by Mikoto.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her brother beside her. Her brother had excellent taste; every outfit was perfectly matched, highlighting the unique charisma of the other person.

“Aunt Maki, we’re not late this time.” Miki walked up to her as if greeting an old friend.

Hojo Maki’s face was grim as she watched Mikoto walk over. Although she looked at her coldly, her expression was strained.

That was fear and apprehension.

It seems that in the last encounter, she won a Pyrrhic victory by relying on her awareness, but it did not give her much of a psychological advantage.

Shirakawa Natsu held a camera in her hand, recording the changes in everyone’s expressions.

He also noticed the change in Hojo Maki’s expression; it seemed that her brother had left a deep impression on her last time.

“Don’t be afraid, Aunt Maki,” Mikoto comforted her. “Today is even easier than yesterday. Please follow me.”

After she finished speaking, she walked ahead and led the way, her tone quite polite.

Hojo Maki followed behind her, her face showing apprehension.

But no one knew that she felt no emotion whatsoever at that moment; she took the recording back and carefully reviewed it from beginning to end.

One has to admire Natsumi Shirakawa’s photography skills here.

Despite the rough filming and shaky camera work, it vividly portrayed every expression of her humiliation.

She never expected her expression at that moment to be so bitter.

When he saw her, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire to brutally ravage this frail woman.

After careful examination, she suddenly concluded that Miyuki had not caused her any real harm throughout the entire incident.

Because the laws concerning S and M are not sound, especially the definition of such psychological humiliation is difficult.

In addition, Miyuki is also a woman.

This means that even if the video is used as evidence, at most Mikoto would only be imprisoned for a few months.

This was far below her expectations.

After careful consideration, she needed to seduce Miyuki into doing something even more outrageous to her.

The fear on her face at that moment was the result of her performance.

She applied the nail polish voluntarily, and she wasn’t sure if it would be harmful to lesbians.

Mi no Kumi didn’t pay much attention to her. After glancing at her when they met, he led the way.

The three arrived at an abandoned warehouse. Miyuki took out a key and unlocked the rusty iron lock on the door.

Reaching out to push the door, the rusty iron door creaked open slowly under the corrosive sea breeze, with scraps of iron constantly falling down, all indicating that this abandoned warehouse had been uninhabited for a long time.

Pushing open the iron gate, a putrid smell, mixed with the stench of rust, wafted out, making one want to vomit.

Miyuki casually turned on the button next to him. With a “click,” the old light bulb flickered a few times and turned back on, but the lighting effect was not ideal. Instead, it cast a layer of old yellow light on the surroundings.

“Aunt Maki, please sit down.” Miki picked up a chair from the ground, placed it under the dim light, and gestured for her to sit down.

Hojo Maki glanced at the iron chair; it was already rusty, and the seat cushion was corroded with dark yellow rings.

Her expression changed several times, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she sat down on the iron chair in her high heels.

Her fashionable attire created a striking visual contrast with the dark yellow chair.

A beautiful and glamorous married woman sitting in this dilapidated environment—the composition alone is enough to be stimulating.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but glance at her brother again; she was too good at it.

Ignoring Hojo Maki’s murderous gaze, Mikoto pulled out a blindfold and handcuffs from her backpack.

He walked up to Hojo Maki and put the blindfold on her.

Hojo Maki struggled symbolically for a moment before being blindfolded. The already dimly lit abandoned warehouse fell completely silent.

Miyu then took out handcuffs and pulled her hands behind her back, fastening them to the iron chair.

Then they took out two more chairs and placed them on either side of her.

He reached his hands through the back of her knees, trying to lift her long legs.

“What… do you want to do?” Hojo Maki couldn’t see what was happening outside, so her senses were even more acute. Someone was spreading her legs apart and lifting them up, which inevitably made people think that there was a man standing in front of her, ready to thrust inside.

“Aunt Mafei, you’d better listen to me, otherwise I can’t guarantee your safety.” Mi Zhi Shi leaned close to her ear and breathed on her earlobe.

“Damn it…” Hojo Maki cursed through gritted teeth, but her resistance noticeably diminished.

She allowed Miyuki to spread her legs apart, forming an M shape, with her high heels stepping on two rusty iron pieces next to her.

Then he took out two handcuffs, fastened them to her ankles, and secured them to the iron chair with a click.

Hojo Maki’s face was very pale, and this was not an act; even though she couldn’t see, she could feel her posture.

With her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread wide in an M shape, everything under her skirt was visible, and her high heels were on the chair.

Since her weight is now entirely on the three chairs with no foothold, she must constantly maintain her balance to avoid falling to the ground.

“Aunt Maki, you mustn’t move around too much~” Miki whispered in her ear, “If you fall to the ground, it will be very uncomfortable.”

After she finished speaking, she suddenly took out earplugs and put them into Hojo Maki’s ears.

Hojo Maki trembled, clenched her teeth, and could neither see nor hear.

The constantly swaying rusted iron chair below made her feel completely insecure; her hands and feet were handcuffed and restrained, and she dared not move at all.

Shirakawa Natsu’s hand holding the camera trembled. This was too much. She was completely unprepared. Her legs were spread open, and she was restrained, unable to see or hear the beautiful married woman.

Goodness, bro, you’ve collected every single astringent ingredient you could find.

If he hadn’t been so rational, he would have loved to rush forward, thrust in and out without touching any other part of his body, and watch the wife’s panicked and pitiful state as she dared not move.

However, his impulse could not be realized.

Because Mikoto gestured to him, indicating that they should leave together.

Before leaving, Shirakawa Natsu turned and glanced at Hojo Maki, who was strapped to three chairs.

The high-heeled sandals made it difficult for her to stand steadily, but she still persevered.

She didn’t know that the three chairs were secured underneath, and that overturning them wouldn’t be an easy task.

After leaving the abandoned warehouse, Miyuki closed the door, locked it from the outside, checked it to make sure it was safe, and then turned and got into the jeep.

“Is this some kind of weird placement play?” Shirakawa Natsu asked, frowning. He had to admit, his brother was quite skilled.

Judging from Hojo Maki’s behavior just now, simply leaving her there would probably break her spirit.

Miyu gave him a strange look, then turned around and started the car.

The jeep sped along the dock and finally stopped on the other side, about a kilometer away from where it had been.

Shirakawa Natsu saw a voice standing there from afar, and her lips twitched. Good heavens.

That figure is unmatched except by Kanna Hojo.

Upon seeing the jeep, Kanna Hojo walked straight over, her face ashen.

Miyuki got out of the car and walked towards Hojo Kanna.

The two were half a meter apart.

With a sharp “smack,” Kanna Hojo slapped Minoko across the face. The blow was extremely heavy.

Miyuki’s entire face was red and swollen.

But he wasn’t angry at all; instead, he laughed and said, “It seems you’ve already seen that video.”

“Why!” Kanna Hojo roared at Miyuki, her eyes bloodshot and tears streaming down her face. “Why did you do such a thing? You could have come to me! Why did you have to hurt my mother!”

After she finished speaking, she pulled a wood-chopping knife out of her pocket and pointed it directly at Mi no Kumi.

From the murderous glint in her eyes, it was clear that she wasn’t just using it to bolster her courage; she genuinely intended to fight Miyuki to the death.

Shirakawa Natsu was so frightened by her that she shrank back, completely unable to imagine that this usually timid girl, who would blush when talking to people, would suddenly unleash such a powerful aura.

He wasn’t worried about his brother’s safety. He had witnessed Miyuki’s fighting ability; if she had tried to dodge, that slap wouldn’t have hit her at all.

“I envy you so much, Kanna.” Mikoto suddenly laughed: “A mother can sacrifice for her daughter, and a daughter can also muster courage for her mother.”

Kanna Hojo remained silent, gripping her hatchet tightly and staring intently at Mikoto.

It seems they are looking for an opportunity to strike decisively.

“Your mother is in my hands,” Mikoto laughed. “I advise you not to make any rash moves.”