“Sure, but I don’t have sheer black stockings. My human identity is a male teacher, so I only have men’s clothes at home,” Kimura Momo stated truthfully, without asking why or finding anything wrong with the question itself.

Shirakawa Natsu gradually came to understand the fundamental difference in the underlying logic between Kimura Momo’s way of thinking as a yokai and as a human.

He had made the same request to Sister Youcai before. She initially disagreed, but after he pestered her for a while, she finally agreed, blushing.

Human thought processes follow these steps: First, why did he make this request? Second, can I fulfill this request? Third, can I accept the consequences if I agree to his request?

These three questions will be weighed in your mind in an instant to reach a conclusion and then make a choice.

At that time, Youcai’s thought process was that Xia was a fan of black stockings and wanted me to wear black stockings and do adult things with him. I could do this request, but if I easily agreed, he would definitely make even more outrageous requests, so I couldn’t easily agree.

Kimura Momo’s inner journey, Part 1: His request won’t hurt me, so I can agree.

Second, I don’t have black stockings right now, so I can’t do it.

“Let’s go out and buy some, we can also buy some adult products,” Shirakawa Natsumi asked again to confirm her guess.

“Okay.” Wood Algae Woman got up from him. Her figure was different from that of a young girl. It was the plumpness unique to women, so smooth that you could hardly feel any pores. It was as soft as silk, with some sweat and other things still on it.

The two took a shower together in the bathroom. Shirakawa Natsu sprayed shampoo on her fluffy tail, which shrank considerably after getting wet, which was quite amusing.

When it touches the skin, it can only be described as having skin as smooth as ice and jade.

Kimura Momo enjoyed Shirakawa Natsu bathing her, letting him do whatever he wanted with her body, and she also liked him stroking her abdomen.

After taking a shower, the two went to an adult store and picked out a lot of things.

Kimura Momo remained calm throughout and even helped him find the right clothing size.

Seeing her unfazed expression as she held the props in her hand, Shirakawa Natsu could only sigh at the difference in values ​​between yokai and humans.

He didn’t choose any props, but just picked a few outfits that were extremely embarrassing.

Back at the apartment, Kimura Momo changed into clothes that didn’t suit her personality, just as he had requested.

He tried to make various requests, and he complied with them all.

Shirakawa Natsu only regretted that her body was not up to par, but she still enjoyed herself to the fullest.

Special item, Fated Lovers, six hours remaining.

He didn’t linger, said goodbye to Momoko, and returned to his apartment.

My health is so poor, I’ve already done everything I can.

When he got home, he saw Miyuki sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw him come in, she looked him up and down.

“Is there anything strange about me?” Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“It has an unpleasant smell.” Miyuki’s nose twitched. “I don’t like it.”

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted: “Are you a dog? You can smell it from this far away.”

Miyuki reached out and touched her nose, looking puzzled. “My nose has been particularly sensitive lately, and I can smell some secretions.”

“For example?” Shirakawa Natsu asked curiously.

“It’s like the feeling after being aroused.” Miyuki said seriously, “If you use that feeling to start a conversation, the success rate is 100%.”

Shirakawa Natsu looked her over and learned from Kimura Momo that monsters exist in this world.

Is my brother a monster?

Neptune can smell the scent of passion, but I’ve never heard of such a monster.

And this is just too improper.

Seeing his strange expression, Miyuki shook her head: “It’s probably just my imagination.”

“You can try more; maybe you’ll see results,” Shirakawa Natsu reminded him before turning and going back to her room.

He doesn’t have time to investigate whether his brother is a monster right now; the most important thing is to figure out how to win over Kimura Momo and sort out his relationship with Jingu Nao.

“It’s going to rain tomorrow night, remember to bring an umbrella,” Mikoto reminded him as he walked away.

Shirakawa Natsu returned to her room and buried her head in the pillow. A wave of weariness washed over her. Her nerves had been constantly stimulated and kept in a state of excitement. Now that she had calmed down, her whole body began to ache.

The younger brother, in particular, vomited multiple times in six hours and was so weak he was practically dead.

Taking out his phone, Kimura Momo on the Huangmao APP still looked radiant and beautiful.

It would be quite interesting to actually become a couple with her. She is completely different from the fox spirits that ordinary people imagine. She doesn’t have any human ulterior motives and acts according to fixed values.

More like a clingy pet than a cunning fox in legends.

No one can resist the simple affection of a fox, especially one that is so beautiful and charming.

However, the absence of human thoughts and feelings also means that she will never fall in love with you, and the path to developing a romance storyline is blocked from the very beginning.

Just like you would never date a pet.

Moreover, the relationship between the two is more like that of a researcher and a lab rat.

This refers to pets of different species; those strange and unusual behaviors don’t count.

The affection level is still within the time limit of the Destiny Lovers event, showing 100, but it will drop to the actual 40 when the time limit ends.

You can withdraw once before completing the strategy, receiving a 40% bonus plus a 60% increase, for a total of 64 points.

However, this score is not enough to replace a kidney.

Using it to upgrade the blond guy or exchange for stamina potions will not help in winning over Kimura Momo.

The only skill that can be redeemed is photography.

“What should I do!” Shirakawa Natsu covered her face with her hands. She couldn’t change her target until she had conquered 100% of the target.

He’s now facing the most frustrating thing for all gamers: getting stuck on a level.

“Let’s take it one step at a time.” Shirakawa Natsu tossed her phone onto the bedside table, then flopped onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, an occasional indulgence in adult behavior can make one feel physically and mentally refreshed.

When Shirakawa Natsu woke up, apart from a sore lower back, she was in good spirits.

When he arrived at school, he pressed his hand against his lower back. Kimura Momo liked to lie face down, which caused him to overwork his lower back.

The clothes I bought yesterday are still for dressing up as a doctor and a police officer, so I don’t know if she’ll get rid of them or keep them.

When he looked up, he saw several dark clouds hanging in the sky, and then he remembered that Mikoto had reminded him last night that it would rain today.

“Really.” Shirakawa Natsu patted her head and walked to the school gate. She was just wondering what Kimura Momo would look like in a police uniform when she noticed a police car parked in the school.

“Xia~” A cheerful voice came from the side, instantly dispelling the slightly gloomy mood caused by the weather.

Jingu Nao giggled and wrapped her arms around his, her face beaming with joy: “I dreamt about Natsu last night~”

The way he spoke, the way he raised his head, was like a child hoping to receive praise from the teacher.

“I slept well last night and didn’t dream at all.” Shirakawa Natsumi felt uncomfortable being held by the arm at school. Her breasts were small, a B cup, and she could clearly feel the arm in hers. “Did something happy happen? You walk like you’re waltzing.”

“Yes.” Jingu Nao hugged his arm tighter. “Just seeing Natsu every day is enough to make me happy.”

Shirakawa Natsu smiled and walked with her to the classroom: “Nao, you can be this happy every day. Is there ever a time when your enthusiasm fades?”

“Me? Me~” Jingu Nao shook his hand: “My Valentine’s Day lasts 365 days a year.”

“That’s good. One gift a year is enough.” Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged.

“I’ve already received Xia’s gift.” Jingu Nao smiled and hugged his arm even tighter.

There’s always so much to talk about with Jingu Nao.

The two chatted idly as they entered the classroom, where they sensed a strange atmosphere.

“Shirakawa Natsu, Jingu Nao, come with me for a moment.” The speaker was the counselor, a man in his forties, who adjusted his black-rimmed glasses.

“Is there something you need?” Shirakawa Natsu asked with a frown, and followed him out of the classroom.

“It’s okay, don’t be nervous. There’s just a case where we need your help to take a statement from the police.” The counselor reassured her, “Just tell them the truth when they ask you questions.”

“Case? What case?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He first thought of Keiko’s case, but quickly dismissed it. That case had been entirely entrusted to a lawyer, and he would be notified immediately if anything unexpected happened.

“It seems to be related to Uesugi Shikato and Honda.” The counselor didn’t hide anything and led the two to a consultation room.

Shirakawa Natsu saw a policewoman in uniform standing at the door, and several keywords suddenly popped into his mind: “married woman, uniform, temptation”.