Chapter 90

Miyuki was taken aback, then nodded. The two usually treated each other like brothers, so they dressed casually and didn’t care.

When you realize that the other person is of the opposite sex, your mindset will change.

The two walked to the sofa and stood facing each other, about ten centimeters apart.

“I’m here.” Shirakawa Natsu regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth. It sounded like she was about to go to bed. But when she added, “I’m very big, so just bear with it,” it didn’t feel out of place at all.

Miyuki didn’t notice his strange behavior, nodded, and reached out to unbutton Shirakawa Natsu’s clothes.

Shirakawa Natsu reached his hands inside Minoki’s waist. His shirt had already been unbuttoned, and his hands touched his abdomen directly. It was flat, with very white skin that felt smooth to the touch. He could feel the curves beneath the skin.

It turns out the brother is also a girl.

He moved his hand to the button area of ​​his jeans, pinched the two sides of the waistband and pulled them together in the middle. It was very tight, and he couldn’t unbutton it on the first try. Miyuki’s buttocks were more prominent than the average woman’s, making the jeans even tighter.

His hands were a little flustered, blood rushed to his brain, and his mind went blank.

Despite having already explored many positions with the lecherous fox, she’s now behaving so pathetically.

Mi no Shi didn’t urge him; she had already unbuttoned his clothes and reached for his pants.

Shirakawa Natsu gritted his teeth and gripped his waistband tightly. He had already inserted his fingers inside, and it was indeed easier to use than last time.

He unbuttoned the large button in the middle of his jeans.

It’s like untying a restraint, the zipper pulled down to reveal a black triangle underneath, a cutout style of pants.

Beneath the separate zipper, the white skin is faintly visible through the black openwork design.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but turn her head away. The cool and aloof older sister with her jeans zipped up was too sexy.

“Natsu.” Miyuki suddenly spoke, her long fingers gripping his waistband: “Let go.”

“Oh.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly let go.

Miyu grabbed his pants, half-squatted down, and pulled them down, this time pulling down his boxer shorts as well.

Then something was dangling in front of her face. Luckily, the two were close enough, otherwise there would have been a face-slapping scene.

“This is a normal reaction,” Shirakawa Natsu explained, feigning composure, absolutely refusing to admit that it was because she felt a sharp pain when her jeans were unzipped.

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, pulled his pants down to the ground, and then got up to take his clothes off as well.

Shirakawa Natsu was now completely naked and was no longer as shy as she had been at the beginning.

She quickly reached out to help her brother undress. Women’s clothes are more complicated than men’s, but fortunately, Miyuki cooperated throughout by raising her hands, spreading her legs, and lifting her feet, and she was quickly undressed.

As Shirakawa Natsu squatted down to take off her see-through undergarments, she glanced at them deliberately, just like when she had unintentionally caught a glimpse of them last time.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s trimmed every day or if it’s naturally like that.

Miyuki turned her head slightly, covering her chest with one arm and her lower body with the other.

“Actually, the character you’re playing right now isn’t shy,” Shirakawa Natsu whispered, pointing to the phone behind her, its camera glowing red, indicating that everything happening here was being recorded.

Mi Zhi Shi stared blankly, turned her head slightly away, then quickly regained her composure and turned her head back, nodding to indicate that she understood.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly turned her head, covering her face with one hand. This expression of her brother being clearly shy but forced to compromise, paired with the cold and handsome appearance of the older sister, was too much of a cliché. She quickly controlled her expression to avoid making a fool of herself.

After composing himself, he turned around and noticed that Miyuki’s eyes were occasionally glancing at his lower body.

He realized that he wasn’t dressed either, and that he had been in a state of readiness for battle since the beginning.

“Ahem.” Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice to cover her embarrassment: “Let me help you put on the collar first.”

Miyuki nodded, showing no aversion to wearing the collar.

Shirakawa Natsu took out a dark brown collar from the plastic bag and walked up to Mino Shiki: “Mino Shiki, let me make this clear first. Actually, if you want to break up with Hojo Kanna and Hojo Maki, you don’t necessarily have to go this far. The choice is still in your hands. To be honest, it’s pretty weird to be photographed wearing this.”

Although he wanted to complete the mission, he still planned to explain the pros and cons to his brother in this final step.

He didn’t want Mikoto to act impulsively and, after taking this thing, harbor resentment towards him later.

Shirakawa Natsu held the collar up to Miyuki: “If you’re sure, then put it on yourself. If Miyuki puts the collar on voluntarily, this CD might become evidence that you’re a pervert. It’s up to you.”

He wanted to do it himself, but it felt like putting a collar on a pet dog. His priority was survival, and he didn’t want to open the door to a new world so soon.

Miyuki took the necklace, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the collar in her hand.

She was always the center of attention when she walked outside, the object of everyone’s gaze. But now she had to put on the collar on her own initiative. It was perverted and no longer like her. It was as if once she put it on, she would become a different person, a personality that was no longer Mikoto.

Shirakawa Natsuya turned her head away, not daring to look at Minoko. It wasn’t a real fight yet, but the mental impact was stronger than ever before: “If you really can’t put it on yourself, I can too…”

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and suddenly noticed that Miyuki was already wearing that black collar around her neck.

She had one hand on her collar, trying to tighten it, while her other hand was clenched into a fist, seemingly unsure of what to do with it.

Her breathing was labored because of the collar, and her cheeks flushed slightly. When she saw Shirakawa Natsu looking over, she said, “I… I’m wearing it.”

“Uh, okay.” Shirakawa Natsu turned his head and walked towards the camera phone. He needed to hold it in his hand to shoot, as that would make it look more authentic.

As he turned around, his hand was grasped by another hand.

“What’s wrong?” Shirakawa Natsu turned around and asked, “Are you feeling unwell or something?”

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, her hands clenched tightly. “It’s even more uncomfortable than I imagined.”

She kept fidgeting and twisting her neck, clearly able to strongly feel the position of the collar no matter how she adjusted the angle.

“My neck is being strangled, and it’s a little hard to breathe,” Miyuki continued, lowering her head slightly. Clearly, the collar brought her not only physical discomfort but also a sense of humiliation: “And my neck has to be stretched out all the time, which hurts a bit…”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, looking at her neck. The delicate skin was red and swollen from the friction. The neck is the most vulnerable part of a creature, especially since lewd foxes love to bite necks. This collar had been specially softened, but it couldn’t withstand her constant rubbing from different angles. “If you’re really not used to it, take it off. If you continue like this, it will leave serious marks, and you won’t be able to go out tomorrow.”

“Can you hold on tight to me?” Miyuki gripped his hand tightly, as if afraid that Shirakawa Natsu might run away at any moment.

Shirakawa Natsumi tried to pull it out but couldn’t. She apologized, “This way, we can’t film a video.”

Mikoto stood there, gripping his hand tightly. Despite being the taller one, she appeared unusually frail.

“How about we use that?” Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the rope that came with the collar when she bought it.

He led Mikoto to the sofa, took out the rope tied together from the shopping bag, untied it, and stretched it towards Mikoto’s neck. Looking at the slightly swollen, slender neck in front of him, he swallowed.

He fastened the small hook at the end of the rope to the device on the collar, pulled it back, and Mikoto’s neck tilted in the direction he pulled, the bells making a clear “ding-dong” sound.

Shirakawa Natsu took the opportunity to withdraw her hand. Perhaps it was the pulling force at her neck that gave Miyuki a sense of security, and this time she did not hold onto his hand.

“Now, lie down.” Shirakawa Natsu held a rope in one hand and a phone in the other, recording everything in front of her.

Mikoto hesitated. Even though she was prepared to lie on the ground, this aloof older sister still found it difficult to do it.

“Didn’t you say that yourself, Miyuki?” Shirakawa Natsu knew that she had to be firm at this point. They’d already come this far, the collar was on, and the leash was still on. If she were to say now that she could give up at any time, it would be tantamount to tearing the other person apart completely and then saying she could stop anytime.

“You’ve already gone this far, saying you want Kanna Hojo and Hanako Inagawa to completely give up on you. If you don’t want to give up halfway, don’t think about it. Just obey my orders. Even if the video can be edited, if too many scenes are deleted, it will still be noticed that something is wrong.”

Miyuki was taken aback. She realized that it was all her own idea, that she herself had put on the collar and then asked Shirakawa Natsu for help.

“I understand.” Miyuki clenched her fists. “I don’t know if I can do it well.”

“Don’t worry.” Shirakawa Natsumi held the rope. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

These words seemed to give Miyuki a sense of security. She looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a look of dependence. She slowly bent down, put her hands on the ground, and her body trembled slightly.

Shirakawa Natsumi could feel her heart beating very fast in every sense of the word. He felt that his brother hadn’t just been hesitating about whether to stop, perhaps…

Judging from her stiff body after she lay on the ground, it was clear that Miyuki’s mind was completely blank at that moment.

Although Shirakawa Natsu didn’t know what she had done with so many girlfriends, it was clear that what she was experiencing now had touched on her blind spot regarding sexuality.

Without a doubt, she had never felt this way before.

She knew she was doing something she absolutely could not do, something she absolutely could not let anyone know.

However, they still name things arbitrarily and completely follow orders.

It was shyness, fear, a rapidly beating heart, and anticipation of what would happen.

“You’d never guess, would you?” Shirakawa Natsumi said, recording and reciting lines on her phone: “The coolest and most aloof older sister in the eyes of law school girls is wearing a collar and being led around by someone.”

“No…don’t say it.” Miyuki suddenly squeezed out the words through clenched teeth. Her voice was so soft that if Shirakawa Natsu hadn’t been paying close attention to her reaction, she would have missed it entirely.

From Shirakawa Natsu’s position, all that could be seen was her back, neck, and beautiful, dark hair, but not her expression.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you. Speak louder.” Shirakawa Natsu said deliberately, and when Mikoto didn’t answer, she added, “Actually, don’t you think this collar suits you quite well?”

After he finished speaking, he pulled the rope upwards again: “Don’t lie on the ground.”

Shirakawa Natsu assured that all of this was for the sake of the show and was absolutely not improvised.