Chapter 87

As soon as Hojo Kanna finished speaking, she hurriedly explained, “Natsu, please don’t misunderstand. I was just afraid of running into friends I knew, so I looked for a quiet place…”

Her voice grew softer and softer until it disappeared completely.

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was strange. She had asked him to meet at the hotel where they had last drunk so much, but she just wanted to find a quiet place.

What’s with this strong sense of déjà vu with blond hair?

“Okay, I’m coming over now.” Shirakawa Natsumi agreed and hung up the phone, a sudden surge of relief welling up in her heart.

It gave me a feeling of triumph and satisfaction.

Having owned the Huangmao APP for so long, he finally felt like he was Huangmao himself.

In the past, he felt that he was the one being bullied.

Composing himself, he came out of the kitchen. Kimura Momo was still naked, reclining gracefully on the sofa, her beautiful eyes looking at him with a half-smile.

“Hey, I have to go.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t want to get entangled with her any longer; she had just easily controlled him.

If she suddenly wanted to play some strange game, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

I secretly resolved to work hard on completing tasks, and once I had enough power to protect myself from the yellow-haired app, I would teach this lecherous fox a lesson.

“Okay, see you next time.” Kimura Momo stretched out a delicate foot and waved it at him as a greeting.

Shirakawa Natsumi opened her own door and found that Miyuki had not returned.

Take the elevator downstairs, leave the apartment, flag down a taxi, and give them the address of the hotel where we stayed last time.

On the bus, he dialed Miyuki’s number again, but it rang for a long time without being answered.

Send a message and ask Miyuki to call him back after receiving it.

This is certainly not about achieving the accomplishment of answering a friend’s call when you’re rushing to your friend’s girlfriend; it’s simply because I’m worried about her.

I was already passively assaulted once at Kimura Momo’s house.

I didn’t have any plans to actually meet with Kanna Hojo this time, so I’m not worried that Miyuki will bother me when she calls back.

When he walked into the love hotel, the owner’s eyes gave him a subtle look.

Kanna Hojo’s breasts give her a very distinctive look.

The shop owner watched as the girl brought Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki to his shop to book rooms, and they were both in the same room. He thought to himself, “Young people these days really know how to have fun.”

Shirakawa Natsu arrived at the room from last time and gently knocked on the door: “It’s me.”

The door immediately clicked open, opening only a crack.

After Shirakawa Natsu stepped inside, she saw Hojo Kanna with her head down and her hands tightly clasped together, clearly indicating a simple situation.

The clothing was normal, and there was no scene where the characters immediately took off their clothes.

The two sat side by side on the edge of the bed, neither of them speaking, and the atmosphere began to become awkward.

“Natsu, aren’t you going to ask me?” Hojo Kanna buried her head in her chest, her hands nervously gripping the sheets, her small hands clenching and then loosening.

“Today I just want to be a listener.” Shirakawa Natsumi said seriously, “If speaking makes you feel better, then speak up, or you just want someone to sit with you.”

Shirakawa Natsu deliberately slowed down her tone of voice so that she wouldn’t mistake “sitting” for “doing”.

“Natsu is as gentle as ever.” Kanna Hojo’s tone was noticeably lighter. “I don’t understand why I fell in love with Mikoto. It only brings me pain.”

“That’s not true.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “Love can bring happiness too.”

Kanna Hojo looked at him: “For example?”

Shirakawa Natsu thought Jingu Nao was very skilled, and that her good friend Miyuki was probably just as good.

But now is clearly not the time to talk about these things. What we need now is something positive. I reminisced for a while about how I felt being with Jingu Nao.

Jingu Nao always cooperated with him very well. Even though he had kidney problems, she still considered his feelings and used more techniques and rhythm to make him feel at ease and not worry about losing face.

Afterwards, lying together, looking at her bright face, I would always feel a strong urge to work hard and complete the mission diligently to obtain a powerful minotaur kidney, and then be with Jingu Nao again.

He put this feeling in a more inspiring way, saying, “It’s like when we’re together, I feel very safe and secure, and it gives me the motivation to work hard and so on.”

“I see.” Kanna Hojo nodded, then suddenly said, “If it were about peace of mind, I would feel the same way, but not with Mikoto, but with you, Natsu. I feel very at ease when I sit next to you.”

At that moment, neither of them noticed that a dark gun barrel was pointed directly at them.

The Barrett XM109 sniper rifle can penetrate targets made of lightly armored materials at a range of 2 kilometers.

Jingu Nao held a sniper rifle in one hand, with a small monitor next to her showing a scene of Shirakawa Natsu and Hojo Kanna talking in the love hotel. There was no sound, so it was impossible to hear what the two were saying.

Kimura Momo stood to the side, looking at the screen, shaking her head: “How terrifying! Jingu-kun actually pointed such a terrifying weapon at her boyfriend. If Natsu pounces on that girl, will Jingu-kun just shoot her?”

Jingu Nao remained silent with a cold expression; the sniper rifle she displayed was obviously not for Shirakawa Natsu.

Kimura Momo can block out her five senses, so she will most likely follow her into the room to watch the excitement.

She set up the sniper rifle under the guise of monitoring her boyfriend, to test whether he would deliberately stand in a blind spot.

It was expected that Kimura Momo would come to her place: “Put some clothes on outside.”

Kimura Momo had two fox ears standing up and her tail swaying behind her, but she was completely naked. She shrugged and said, “Have you ever seen a fox wearing clothes?”

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the screen and said, “It seems like we’ve reached the most crucial moment. Can Natsu resist Kanna’s temptation?”

Jingu Nao withdrew her gaze, and I tightened my grip on the gun.

After saying that she felt at ease when she was with Natsu, Hojo Kanna lowered her head and said in a relaxed tone, as if joking, “If we follow Natsu’s description of love, I should like Natsu.”

After she finished speaking, her expression relaxed, and she tightened her grip on the bed sheet, glancing at Shirakawa Natsu’s expression out of the corner of her eye.

Shirakawa Natsumi closed her eyes and gently shook her head: “No, Kanna-san shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.” Kanna Hojo quickly shook her head. “I just…”

Her voice trailed off, then she suddenly reached out and grasped Shirakawa Natsu’s hand, lifting her head to look him straight in the eye: “Let’s do it. You can do whatever you want to me—my mouth, my chest, my lower body, my back—whatever you want, my body…”

“I don’t want to see Kanna like this.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: “I don’t want to see Kanna in pain anymore. She won’t find happiness this way.”

Kanna Hojo’s eyes welled up with tears: “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“It’s okay.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out, hugged her, and gently patted her back.

He suddenly felt grateful to Kimura Momo; if it weren’t for the accident, he really wouldn’t have refused Hojo Kanna.

Unfortunately, his kidney problems made him an upright person.

After falling into his arms, Hojo Kanna could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Tears instantly soaked Shirakawa Natsu’s chest as she sobbed, “Why did I fall in love with Miyuki? I don’t want to experience this torment.”

Shirakawa Natsu patted her back and said, “But you’ll never experience the taste of love again.”

Kanna Hojo cried for a long time before the two of them left the love hotel together.

As the boss passed by the front desk, he took a deep look at Hojo Kanna, whose eyes were red and swollen, and sighed once again at how much young people these days go to extremes, with her crying so loud that it could be heard outside the door.

Shirakawa Natsu hailed a taxi and took her home.

“I will talk to Miyuki,” Shirakawa Natsu said.

“Yes.” Kanna Hojo nodded. “Bow deeply to him. Thank you, Shirakawa-kun.”

In the distance, Nao Jingu disassembled her sniper rifle and packed it into her suitcase, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Looks like there’s no good deal out of the way~” Kimura Momo hugged Jingu Nao from behind: “Since we can’t go to Mr. Natsu next, will Jingu help me with the pressure I’ve been building up?”

“Get lost.” Nao Jingu took out a large-caliber bullet and pressed it against her forehead: “Don’t turn into this monster in front of me.”

Kimura Momo in her fox form is so alluring.

After watching Hojo Kanna go home, Shirakawa Natsu stood outside the door for a while, making sure that the strange manga plot of a woman offering herself to a blond guy on the street and then being rejected wouldn’t happen, before taking a taxi and leaving.

Back at the apartment, I glanced at Kimura Momo’s room. The door was locked, so it seemed that the lecherous fox hadn’t caused any trouble after all.

He hadn’t received a call from Miyuki and was feeling a little uneasy.

Upon opening the door, she found Miyuki sitting alone on the sofa, lost in thought. He hadn’t been drinking or doing anything strange. She asked, “Why are you home?”

“?” Mikoto frowned and looked at him.

“Uh, it’s nothing.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand. He couldn’t say that he had just come back from a love hotel with his girlfriend, so he casually asked, “Kanna just called me and complained that you were messing around outside again. Did she find out?”

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded: “When I was kissing Inagawa Hanahi, she bumped into me.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsumi staggered, her gaze towards Miyuki changed, wondering what she had missed.

He walked to the sofa, sat down next to her, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and asked, “What do you plan to do now?”

“I want to break up with Kanna Hojo.” Mikoto leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

“And then date Inagawa Hanahi?” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t want to see Miyuki and Inagawa Hanahi dating.

This will cause his side quest target to become Inagawa Hanahi, thus directly increasing the difficulty of completing the quest.

For example, if he were tasked with a mission like this, and asked to spray Inagawa Hanahi’s face, he’d probably be filled with cement and thrown into Tokyo Bay on the spot.

“No.” Miyuki shook her head, expressionless. “I want to break up with them and never see them again.”

“Why?”

Miyuki stared at the ceiling, her gaze wandering elsewhere: “Because I only make the women who love me cry.”

“It’s not that easy to make someone who loves you give up,” Shirakawa Natsu said casually. But as soon as he said it, his eyes lit up and he suddenly remembered the side quest.