Chapter 70

“It’s so comfortable here, all warm.” Jingu Nao leaned on Shirakawa Natsu’s shoulder, one hand on her stomach, her pantyhose still on, with a large hole torn in them.

“Mmm.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out and hugged her tightly, feeling her body temperature and breath against his skin.

Shirakawa Natsu could sense that Jingu Nao hadn’t even been sweating much.

No one knows his own situation better than him; his kidney dysfunction makes even three minutes a luxury.

To deal with Kimura Momo, you can use support methods in the early stages, and he only needs to deliver the final blow.

Jingu Nao was completely in control; she was too good at it.

When watering the flowers, I only sprinkled a little dew on them; I watered them, but not completely.

He hugged Jingu Nao tighter, a surge of intense emotion welling up inside him.

I must get a powerful minotaur kidney!

Jingu Nao felt his embrace and giggled as she nestled against his chest: “Natsu, let’s go take a bath.”

“Um, I’m a little tired.” Shirakawa Natsu squinted her eyes slightly. “Let me lie down for a while.”

“Hmph~” Jingu Nao pouted and punched his chest rapidly with her fist: “No, no, you’ll catch a cold.”

Shirakawa Natsumi’s drowsiness was completely chased away by the beating. She threw off the covers and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll get up, stop beating me.”

“Hehe~” Jingu Nao sat up with a grin and took off her tank top. During the battle, only the chest area inside was torn off and the tank top was pushed up to her chest, but she didn’t take it off completely.

She reached to her waist, pulled the pantyhose down her long legs, and waved it in front of Shirakawa Natsu: “Natsu, do you want to take this back as a souvenir? Even though you didn’t tear it.”

“Tch, it’s filthy, I don’t want it.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand. He wasn’t a fan of black stockings, but he did like tearing stockings.

“Really?” Jingu Nao sniffed it and winked at him. “No, it only smells like summer.”

Shirakawa Natsu blushed. He was a veteran of many battles, yet he was still made to blush by some of Jingu Nao’s little gestures.

While taking a bath, Jingu Nao acted like a teasing little girl, and the two of them played around in the bathroom for a long time.

Jingu Nao noticed that Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze was fixed on her. Without showing any shyness, she tiptoed and twirled in front of him like an elegant ballerina: “Was it pretty~”

“It looks good.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Jingu Nao looked slim when she was dressed, but when she took her clothes off, it became clear that she wasn’t skinny at all. Apart from her long, straight legs, her figure was also in perfect proportion, even better than Hojo Kanna’s.

Of course, given Kanna Hojo’s size, men’s eyes would be drawn to her chest.

Just like Shirakawa Natsumi, who is clearly a leg fetishist, couldn’t help but play with legs for half an hour.

The two lay warmly on the bed, with Nao Jingu resting her head on his shoulder: “Natsu, hold me tight, okay?”

“Mmm.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Because of the two battles that took place during the day.

Shirakawa Natsu slept very soundly that night, and the morning sun shone on his face through the window.

It adds a touch of warmth to the room.

Shirakawa Natsu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes in the sunlight. What came into view was Jingu Nao, who was sleeping with a smile on her face and her eyes slightly closed.

“It seems she’s having a nice dream too.” Shirakawa Natsu carefully got up from beside her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, with her back to Jingu Nao, she looked for slippers on the floor.

The instant he left Jingu Nao.

Jingu Nao suddenly opened her eyes, her expression exceptionally cold, like the Siberian wind.

She immediately heard Shirakawa Natsu’s voice, and her expression instantly blended with the warm sunlight streaming in from the window, transforming her into an energetic teenage girl. She got out of bed as if to jump up: “Natsu, good morning~ I’ll make you breakfast.”

Shirakawa Natsumi put on her shoes and was startled by Jingu Nao: “No need, I’ll go buy them outside.”

“No way~” Jingu Nao laughed and threw off the covers, barefoot on the floor, skipping and hopping to the kitchen.

She quickly made a sandwich and placed it on the table, holding a cup of hot milk in both hands: “The weather is so nice today, look, the sky seems to be smiling, hee hee.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, thinking about the Yellow Hair App, after scrolling through Hojo Kanna’s profile for thirty minutes.

His score increased from 21 to 51, which is an embarrassing score.

The advanced flowing golden medium-length hair can increase favorability by 20 points by default, but requires 60 points.

Upgrading photography to intermediate level only costs 30 points, but he’s not going down the path of weirdness right now, so there’s no need to upgrade.

It can only be used to exchange for stamina potions. After five bottles, a normal housewife would definitely be turned into a velvet ball by him.

But the main character is Kimura Momo, so besides giving her pleasure, it might not actually increase her favorability much.

“Damn it.” Shirakawa Natsumi got angrier the more she thought about it. Why are all the yellow-haired apps full of weird and bizarre props? When will the pure love party finally stand up?

“I suddenly want to go to the beach. What kind of swimsuit does Natsu like?” Jingu Nao held a milk cup, grinning foolishly as she chattered on and on: “When winter comes, I want to see the snow and teach Natsu to ice skate.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu thought of Hojo Kanna, wondering if they had slept together last night.

He was also quite curious about what positions two girls would use when they were together.

“Does Natsu regret it?” Jingu Nao suddenly stopped smacking her lips and looked over with a smile.

“Huh?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, then quickly shook her head.

“Hehe, Natsumi wouldn’t lie.” Jingu Nao pouted, “When Natsumi hugged me, did she think of anyone else?”

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression hardened. Last night, Jingu Nao sat in his lap, moving up and down.

Hashimoto Arina, Kimura Momo, and even Minoki and Hojo Kanna appeared in his mind.

“No need to make excuses, it’s really nothing.” Jingu Nao finished her milk in one gulp and put it back on the table. “Natsu doesn’t need to think that our relationship will change just because we’ve done it. For girls these days, they forget everything from last night when the sun rises every day. Only those old women who think they can only do it with the person they love are those who have been abandoned by the times decades ago.”

Shirakawa Natsu put down her cup, shook her head, and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Jingu Nao: “I know Natsu likes me, but let’s save those words for when we’re in love.”

After she finished speaking, she stood up and took Shirakawa Natsu’s arm: “Hehe, it’s time to change clothes for school. Natsu, help me put on my stockings.”

After saying that, Jingu Nao took off her pajama pants, stuffed the pantyhose into Shirakawa Natsu’s hand, and sat on the bed with her long legs spread apart.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He instinctively grabbed one of her delicate feet and, as he pulled on the black stockings, he paused, “Hey, aren’t you wearing underwear underneath?”

“Hehe, it’ll be really inconvenient for a couple who just started dating to go to school together wearing underwear, right?” Jingu Nao laughed and stepped on his crotch with her other foot that wasn’t being held. “That’s how it is in those manga, isn’t it?”

“Then why wear stockings?” Shirakawa Natsumi said, only to realize she’d been led astray.

“Hehe.” Jingu Nao winked at him: “Satisfying the small achievement of tearing it apart by Natsu herself.”

Why did Shirakawa Natsu turn her head away, suddenly feeling a little flutter in her heart?

Unlike other women, Jingu Nao was too good at it, and I felt completely controlled by her.

It’s a pity she has kidney problems, otherwise I would definitely leave something in Jingu Nao’s body so she can take it to class.

After playfully fighting for a while, the two finally got dressed and went out together, making sure to wear their underwear properly.

However, he let Shirakawa Natsu choose a style he liked.

“Hehe, I’ll take the next bus,” Jingu Nao said with a smile.

“Why?” Shirakawa Natsu asked, startled.

“The train terminates at Tokyo University, so Natsu probably doesn’t want others to know about our relationship,” Jingu Nao said with a chuckle. “Besides, your clothes are still from yesterday, so it’s easy for people who pay attention to you to notice.”

Shirakawa Natsu paused for a moment, then smiled and grabbed Jingu Nao’s hand: “Are you an idiot? What’s wrong with our relationship that we can’t let others know?”

Beneath Jingu Nao’s carefree exterior lies a delicate heart. She always appears energetic and lively, and can be quite flirtatious in private, yet she is so humble in matters of the heart that it’s heartbreaking.

Jingu Nao’s hand was grabbed forcefully by him. After a moment of confusion, she quickly came to her senses, wrapped her arms around Shirakawa Natsu’s arm, and rested her head on his shoulder: “I’m so happy, Natsu.”

At this moment, in the luxury apartment, Kanna Hojo carefully got out of bed, walked to the mirror, looked at the hickeys on her neck, blushed, tugged at her collar, and turned to see that Miyuki was still asleep.

She tiptoed to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and began making breakfast.

After tidying everything up and returning to the room, I saw that Mikoto had already opened her eyes, looking completely bewildered.

“What happened?” Kanna Hojo walked to the bedside and sat down next to her.

Miyuki shook her head: “When I woke up and didn’t see you, I thought it was all a dream.”

Kanna Hojo reached out and touched her cheek: “Don’t worry, I’m here. Get up and have breakfast.”

As she stood up, Miyuki hugged her from behind, licking her neck with a sticky and itchy sensation: “No, Miyuki, we have to go to school, we’ll be late.”

“Oh, I see.” Miyuki said, without stopping, kissing her from the back of her neck down, his hands slipping under her clothes.

Under the warm sun, the cool and stylish older sister hugs her shy younger sister from behind—what an enchanting scene!

Kanna Hojo was both embarrassed and annoyed. She suddenly turned her head, kissed her lips, and bit her tongue.

Miyuki froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Hojo Kanna quickly escaped from her embrace and said irritably, “Get up and eat breakfast.”

She is usually a shy girl, but after spending time with Mikoto, she finds that this cool and handsome older sister is very different from her impression. She is not only bad at cooking, but also likes to flirt and is very clingy, like a little puppy.

Kanna Hojo had no choice but to be forceful and pull her off the bed, the thin blanket sliding off her skin.

Her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded. Unlike her own soft figure, Miyuki’s body was curvaceous and possessed a unique, wild charm.