Chapter 86

Shirakawa Natsumi felt like her body was a balloon being forcibly filled with air by Kimura Momo, causing it to swell larger and larger.

He was unable to move at all; his body and limbs were pinned to the floor by the lewd fox, leaving him unable to move or resist.

The fox’s chest pressed against his skin, the skin touching lightly, as if being tickled.

It was only then that Shirakawa Natsu realized that her once-proud combat skills were nothing more than a frog in a well compared to Kimura Momo’s.

She just didn’t want to move before; she just wanted to lie down and enjoy herself.

Shirakawa Natsu’s face was contorted with rage as she forced herself to mouth, “Stop!”

He was afraid of making any noise and being discovered by his girlfriend next to him.

Kimura Momo looked down at him, smiled gently, and took out a pink silk scarf from the side, gently covering his eyes.

Shirakawa Natsu’s vision was obstructed, and she could only make out a faint silhouette through the silk scarf.

The sudden uncertainty made him more sensitive to his body.

Even the slightest touch on the skin can be clearly transmitted to the brain.

After covering him with a silk scarf, Kimura Momo turned to look at Jingu Nao, her smile still gentle, yet conveying a strong sense of provocation.

Jingu Nao’s face instantly turned cold. Her boyfriend was being played like this. She didn’t have any strange fetishes. Because of the bet, she had to pretend that she couldn’t see it. If she hadn’t been unable to beat the monster, she would have already slapped it in the face.

“Looks like I won, no need to wait for the result.” Kimura Zaono raised Shirakawa Natsu’s hands above his head, one hand on his wrists, the other hand reaching down to his lower abdomen. She felt the person beneath her unconsciously arching his back slightly. “If you admit defeat now, I can stop, and we can continue in this mode, the three of us together.”

She didn’t lower her voice because from the beginning, she only had a vague understanding of the two of them speaking.

“I believe in Natsu.” Nao Jingu’s face was grim, but she still clung to hope until the very last moment.

The bet between the two was simple. Kimura Momo believed that human emotions are the result of bodily instincts stimulating the brain to react, so love is not noble and is the same as eating when hungry or drinking when thirsty.

Therefore, her behavior of casually inserting herself between Jingu Nao and Shirakawa Natsu.

There was no problem; the two of them were enjoying themselves, and the three of them could unlock even more positions, so Jingu Nao had no reason to stop her.

Jingu Nao was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

She didn’t care whether the theory was correct or not. She didn’t want to study those so-called questions of human instinct, and she had no interest in proving that Kimura Momo was wrong, or proving that love was noble or anything like that.

However, since Kimura Momo was a yokai, she wasn’t 100% confident she could kill her.

So when Kimura Momo tried to use this set of nonsensical theories to bully her boyfriend…

She was forced to prove Kimura Momo wrong through non-violent means.

The condition is that if Kimura Momo is wrong, she is not allowed to sneak in when she and Shirakawa Natsu are in bed and do that weird blonde thing again.

According to Kimura Momo’s theory, under her influence, Shirakawa Natsu would lose control even if his girlfriend was nearby and would take the initiative to sleep with her.

Jingu Nao believed that Shirakawa Natsu wouldn’t do such a horrible, blond-haired thing in front of her.

“Is that so?” Kimura Momo gently shifted her body, aligning the two of them so they were pressed together.

After a slight hesitation, she entered the sharp point, then smiled sweetly at Jingu Nao and suddenly let go.

To restore Shirakawa Natsu’s body to its original state.

Jingu Nao was able to pretend nothing happened even though she saw her boyfriend being pinned to the floor right in front of her.

But at this moment, his expression involuntarily revealed worry.

Fearing that Shirakawa Natsu would continue upwards, he took advantage of the situation.

Shirakawa Natsuya was stunned. He had already felt the front part push the door open a crack, but now it had stopped.

If Momoko keeps using force, he doesn’t need to think; he can just lie down.

But now the choice is in his hands.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

A faint “pfft.”

Shirakawa Natsumi’s muscles relaxed, and she collapsed to the ground.

Jingu Nao, whose heart had been in her throat, relaxed, her expression complex.

Kimura Momo’s gentle smile froze on her face, and she appeared visibly stunned.

Shirakawa Natsumi had regained his senses, and even though the sensation of muddy fluid kept coming from the point of contact, he could no longer muster any desire for sex.

His kidney problems prevented him from making this choice.

Kimura Momo suddenly grabbed his hands and began repeating the technique, trying to keep the bet going.

But after Shirakawa Natsu regained consciousness, even with her face covered in gauze, she refused to submit and the two wrestled together.

“Enough,” Jingu Nao said coldly. “That’s enough.”

“What a pity.” Kimura Momo pressed Shirakawa Natsu down again. “It seems we’ll have to use a simpler testing method next time.”

Jingu Nao looked at the marks on Kimura Momo’s abdomen, her voice gradually turning cold: “There won’t be a next time.”

Judging from the monster’s tone, she plans to continue humiliating her boyfriend in different ways in the future.

Whether love had clouded Shirakawa Natsu’s judgment was not verified this time.

But without a doubt, it has gradually robbed her of the ability to think calmly, and even without certainty, she intends to fight Kimura Momo to the death.

Her eyes scrutinized Kimura Momo carefully; next time she made a move, she would definitely go all out.

Wood Moss Woman could clearly sense the murderous aura emanating from her, but her expression remained gentle: “Human emotions are truly fascinating. Even you can’t control your own emotions.”

Jingu Nao remained silent. She only had one chance to strike, and it had to be a fatal blow.

The tense atmosphere in the room gradually reached its peak.

Suddenly, a cell phone ringing interrupted the tense atmosphere.

Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes were covered, so he couldn’t see what was happening outside. When he heard the ringing, he was startled. The ringing was from his cell phone.

“What a pity.” Kimura Momo shook her head, her gaze fixed on Jingu Nao, then leaned down and whispered in Shirakawa Natsu’s ear: “You can speak now, Jingu Nao can’t hear us.”

“…” Jingu Nao had a strange feeling of being bullied to her face.

“You vixen, let me go!” Shirakawa Natsu immediately cursed, “Take the cloth off my eyes.”

“Hehe, your body is clearly more sensitive than usual.” Kimura Momo looked at Jingu Nao, teasing him with her words, while lifting the gauze covering his eyes.

Jingu Nao immediately suppressed her murderous intent and turned around, pretending to be watching TV.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

Shirakawa Natsu’s vision finally returned, and he quickly looked at Jingu Nao, only to find her swaying her long, black-stockinged legs intently watching TV. He breathed a sigh of relief and glared fiercely at the lecherous fox.

Seeing the muddy mess below her, he felt a pang of guilt towards Jingu Nao.

He quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, grabbed some tissues to wipe himself, and then picked up his phone.

The caller was Kanna Hojo.

After checking the pants and finding nothing amiss, Shirakawa Natsu answered the phone.

There was silence on the other end.

Shirakawa Natsumi wondered to herself, she should be deeply in love with Mino Shimizu, could something have happened again: “Kanna, is something wrong?”

“…” The only response he received was the sound of Hojo Kanna’s breathing, her voice soft and choked with sobs: “I’m sorry… Natsu… Can we meet?”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Had he quarreled with Mino Shiki? He picked up his phone and turned to look at the living room.

Although he couldn’t see her, Nao Jingu was sitting on the sofa waiting for him to go on a date.

There’s a 50% chance of encountering Mikoto in the next mission, so Kanna Hojo will be the target. Therefore, he must maintain a good image with Kanna Hojo so that she’ll want to confide in him whenever she’s sad.

At this point, women often have a vengeful mentality, making them the easiest targets for blond-haired men.

But if he refuses once, Hojo Kanna might not think of him again next time.

In the living room, Kimura Momo was naked, revealing her perfect curves. She leaned back on the sofa with her long legs crossed and one of her delicate feet swinging back and forth in the air: “Looks like your boyfriend is very welcoming.”

Jingu Nao glanced at her. She had already calmed down and controlled her emotions. She had been too impulsive just now. A long-range, large-caliber sniper rifle might have a chance to take down this fox demon, but in close combat, her chances of winning were less than 10%.

We need to prepare in advance and only take action when we are confident.

It’s not advisable to escalate the conflict with her at this time.

“I’ve got an interesting idea.” Momoko’s eyes curved into crescents. Her face lacked the gentleness of a human and instead had the cunning of a fox, a mischievous smile: “The bet we just made didn’t go anywhere. How about we let Kanna on the other end of the phone do it for me? With a chest like that, few men would refuse.”

After she finished speaking, she arched her back, straightened her chest, and glanced at Jingu Nao B’s chest without making a sound.

She noticed that when Kimura Momo transformed into a fox spirit, her personality changed from gentle and refined as a human to cunning and lazy. She wondered if this was a disguise or if, as she said, she was gradually becoming more like a human.

Jingu Nao wasn’t provoked by such a simple gesture, but it was a way to ease the tension between them, so she said, “Okay, but you have to keep your promise. If Natsu doesn’t do anything out of line, you’re not allowed to flirt with her.”

Kimura Momo tilted her head, her tail swaying behind her, seemingly considering something, then held out a hand: “One month~”

“Okay!” Jingu Nao agreed.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Going to Hojo Kanna’s place now would be the right choice, but he quickly shook his head. He felt that his “wise man” mode had made him less stubborn, and said, “I’m sorry, Kanna, I’ve already…”

Suddenly, Jingu Nao rushed in, put her hands together, and shouted to him, “I’m sorry, Natsu, a literature history teacher I know was hit by a car and is dying. I have to go to the hospital right away. I’ll call you later.”

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Shirakawa Natsumi’s reaction, she hurriedly put on her shoes, opened the door, and left.

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi was completely confused. Wasn’t their literature history teacher Kimura Momo?

Kanna Hojo’s voice continued from the other end of the phone: “Can Natsu come to that love hotel we stayed at last time?”