Chapter 85

Shirakawa Natsu sat in the back seat of Kimura Momo’s car, with Jingu Nao sitting next to her.

His mind was still blank. What had happened? Why had he been taken to Kimura Momo’s house to fix the water pipes, and why was Jingu Nao with him? And were those water pipes even legitimate?

“We’ll be having a date at a love hotel later,” Jingu Nao whispered into Shirakawa Natsu’s ear. “Choose a room that Natsu likes.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. Going to a love hotel for a date was so clever. He immediately thought of the time when he went to a hotel with Hojo Kanna and saw the tram room, torture room, and goblin breeding ground listed on the price list.

Normally, he wouldn’t mind exploring things with his girlfriend when she suddenly becomes aroused.

But he knew that even if Jingu Nao lowered her voice, Kimura Momo in front of her could hear her clearly.

I instantly felt a sense of shame, like I was being publicly executed.

“We’ll talk later.” Shirakawa Natsu just wanted to brush it off for now. He lowered his voice and said, “I’ll fix it quickly and then I’ll leave.”

“How about I help you fix it?” Jingu Nao wasn’t going to let him off the hook. “Besides, isn’t it great to be at the teacher’s house?”

“…” Shirakawa Natsu’s lips were twitching so badly they were almost broken.

Jingu Nao glanced at Kimura Momo in front of her, a defiant look flashing in her eyes.

In this strange, indescribable atmosphere, the three returned to the apartment.

This apartment has the same layout as Shirakawa Natsu’s, but with far less furniture, making it look very spacious.

“Jingu-kun, you can just watch TV on the sofa for a while.” Kimura Momo smiled and pointed to the sofa, then turned to Shirakawa Natsu and said, “Mr. Natsu, I’ll take you to the kitchen.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched, wondering what the lecherous fox was up to.

“I’ll wait for Natsu here.” Jingu Nao sat down on the sofa, sinking into the soft fabric, her long, black-stockinged legs swaying back and forth. “Natsu, you better hold on tight.”

“Okay, sure.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He wanted to finish quickly and leave with Jingu Nao.

“Natsu should know where the kitchen is, right? Let me get the tools first.” Kimura Momo smiled gently at him.

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. The layout here was exactly the same as his rented apartment. He went to the kitchen.

Only Jingu Nao and Kimura Momo remained in the living room.

Jingu Nao’s face instantly darkened: “If Natsu doesn’t seduce you, remember your words: you’re not allowed to use your ability to block your five senses to cause trouble when I’m in bed with him.”

Jingu Nao was naturally unwilling to discuss such a bet with Kimura Momo, but there was nothing she could do. This monster kept appearing during their intimate moments. In the past, she had just watched and tolerated it.

Last time, she went straight for the lips and even started taking off her clothes. If she hadn’t controlled her muscle contractions and finished quickly, no one knows what kind of Cowboy/Greyson scenario might have occurred.

This period of time has put a lot of psychological pressure on her. She no longer dares to tear her stockings at school, because no one can guarantee that she won’t suddenly appear and penetrate her.

Now that Kimura Momo is willing to gamble with her, Jingu Nao can only grit her teeth and endure it.

“Strange, why is your heart beating faster?” Kimura Momo wasn’t in a hurry to find Shirakawa Natsu, but instead looked at Jingu Nao with interest, gently touching her chest with her hand: “Are you afraid? Afraid that the love you speak of is just an illusion caused by hormones?”

“Stop your useless provocations.” Jingu Nao’s voice was icy as she controlled her heartbeat and gradually calmed down: “You’re nothing but an animal. Don’t pretend to understand humans.”

“Are you excited?” Kimura Momo persisted, “You know what your boyfriend is about to face, so you’re excited?”

Jingu Nao’s expression grew increasingly cold, as if she was about to make a move at any moment.

“I understand.” Kimura Momo suddenly stretched out a hand and touched her chest. “I can understand how you feel. I acknowledge Shirakawa Natsu as my partner. When I hear about him having relationships with other humans, my heart beats faster than usual.”

“Those are very complex emotions, perhaps what you humans call regret, resentment, anger, or fury.”

“Just like you said, it’s not that wanting to be with him is love, but rather a racing heart, a feeling of losing your mind.”

“I want more stimulation, something I never experienced as an animal. I need to slowly experience this feeling so that I can better understand human emotions.”

“You’ll become a pervert before you understand human emotions.” Jingu Nao closed her eyes, suppressing her anger, and told herself that the person in front of her was not human, and she shouldn’t try to understand her behavior using human standards.

Shirakawa Natsu went to the kitchen and found that the kitchen water valve had been turned off.

Turn the water valve to one side a little, and you can hear the sound of water flowing from the pipe.

Water started splashing out of the pipe under the sink.

“It’s actually leaking.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He had thought that the leak Kimura Momo was referring to wasn’t the water pipes.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Shirakawa Natsu turned around and saw Kimura Momo walking in from outside, carrying a toolbox.

Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the water pipe, where water was still seeping out: “It’s probably because the waterproof tape broke. Just take it off and re-tie it.”

He reached out and took the light blue rectangular toolbox, then paused for a moment after opening it.

Instead of the screwdriver he wanted, the toolbox contained some pink objects that were either transparent or soft in texture.

Shirakawa Natsu picked one up and held it in her hand: “What’s this?”

“Electric,” Kimura Momo said with a gentle smile.

“Now it’s a question of whether to use electric, manual, or motorized power.” Shirakawa Natsu pressed the switch, feeling his palm go numb from the vibration. The power was really strong. He decisively turned it off and threw it back into the toolbox: “Give me some proper tools.”

Kimura Momo smiled at him, her ears gradually turning into a pair of silver-white fox ears, and a silver-white tail emerged from her trousers.

Shirakawa Natsu cursed inwardly, but before he could react, Kimura Momo extended a finger and touched his lips: “Don’t worry, I’ve blocked your girlfriend’s five senses. She can’t see us, and as long as we don’t speak, she won’t sense us.”

Kimura Momo’s fox tail couldn’t be hidden in her pants, so she pushed her trousers down quite a bit, revealing a large circle of fair skin around her tailbone.

This silvery-white tail was more flexible than a finger. The tip of the tail reached towards Shirakawa Natsu’s waist and nimbly slipped into the gap in his shorts, easily pulling his pants down his thigh.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out to stop her, but it was too late; Kimura Momo’s tail was far more agile than a human hand.

While unbuttoning her bra with her own hands, she quickly pulled off Shirakawa Natsu’s clothes.

When Kimura Momo transforms into her fox form, her white ears and tail give her a gentle yet wild look.

Animals emit a pungent odor at certain times to attract mates.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that the fox spirit retained some of this characteristic after it turned into a human.

It doesn’t make you lose control as some people say; it’s more of a feeling. When the scent enters your nose, it’s like it’s telling your brain, “I’m ready, come on.”

When she looks like this, Shirakawa Natsune feels that her bottom line will be significantly lowered.

Or perhaps her beastly appearance reduces people’s sense of guilt.

It’s like encountering your neighbor’s pet; you can cuddle it and pet it to your heart’s content without having to take responsibility.

But if you are your neighbor’s wife, even if the relationship is very close, there will be a sense of responsibility that binds you.

While Shirakawa Natsu was lost in thought, Kimura Momo had already walked over, her silvery-white tail brushing against his skin, a sensation no less intense than Jingu Nao rubbing her toes against him while wearing stockings.

“Wait!” Shirakawa Natsumi remained rational and quickly grabbed the tail: “Hey, I’m here to fix the water pipes. Leaks elsewhere are not my responsibility, and I have an appointment later.”

“It’s alright.” Kimura Momo used her tail to hold his waist, then leaned closer, raising one of her long legs to rub against his waist. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I didn’t block Jingu Nao’s hearing, so she’ll hear you if you make any noise later.”

“Don’t go too far, you bastard!” Shirakawa Natsu tried to break free of his restraints, but found that the lecherous fox, whom he usually posed in various ways, was not moving at all, while he was being dragged towards the living room.

Shirakawa Natsu’s body was entangled by her, and he was gradually pulled out of the door. Jingu Nao slowly came into his view.

She sat on the sofa, holding the remote control and changing channels, finally stopping at a variety show.

“Stop!” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t dare to speak, she could only mouth the words.

Kimura Momo, of course, wouldn’t listen to him. She gradually dragged him toward the sofa and then slammed him to the ground.

To Shirakawa Natsu’s left was Jingu Nao, whose long, black-stockinged legs were swaying back and forth.

He could smell the familiar fragrance on Jingu Nao, and from his vantage point, he could see the allure beneath her skirt.

Kimura Momo placed his hands on either side of his head.

Her feet were also placed between his thighs, separating his legs, and her tail easily controlled its position.

Shirakawa Natsu was devastated; he never imagined he would be raped in front of his girlfriend.

His girlfriend was watching TV leisurely because she couldn’t see him.

He could only grit his teeth and rely on his willpower to keep himself from shouting, so as to avoid being noticed by Jingu Nao.

Strange, this scene has a strange sense of déjà vu.

What kind of NTR storyline is this?

He suddenly understood those time-traveling predecessors who, driven by hatred, had the resolve to rapidly become stronger.

Stubborn to the end, gritting his teeth, he endured the humiliation.

He had never wanted to become stronger so much. He was determined to complete the mission and acquire more useful skills. He would remember the humiliation that the lecherous fox had brought him today, and he would repay her tenfold in the future.

I, Shirakawa Natsu, would like to offer you a few words of advice: fortunes change, so don’t underestimate a young man’s potential!

He mouthed the slogans for a while, but then realized he was still a little ashamed and fell silent.

But the imagined moment of humiliation did not come.

The lecherous fox didn’t seem to want things to move so quickly; instead, she was turning all the tricks he usually used on her back on him.