Chapter 91

Miyuki’s current state is strange, which is completely different from his original plan, which was to just fool people.

Before his brother’s rebellion could spur him on, he could easily complete the system’s tasks by relying on the advantage brought about by his kidney failure.

But the course of events will never change because of people’s subjective plans.

Miyuki’s performance was so cooperative that Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t tell if she was truly motivated by a desire to break up with Hojo Kanna and Hojo Maki, or if she was simply a skilled actress who got too caught up in the role.

Of course, none of that matters. Shirakawa Natsu pulled the rope sharply, and Mino Shiki’s neck was immediately strangled, and his body was forcibly lifted upwards.

“Ah-ha.” Miyuki let out a whimper, like a puppy whose tail has been stepped on.

But as soon as she uttered it, she realized it and immediately stuffed the lower half back into her stomach.

“Let’s get going. Come on, get into position. Getting up should be easy, just like a baby.” Shirakawa Natsu stood up and used a rope to lead her forward.

Miyuki kept her head down, her medium-length black hair falling to her chin, and slowly crawled along the direction Shirakawa Natsumi was pulling the rope.

Shirakawa Natsu would occasionally tug at the collar, making her constantly aware of its presence.

That’s how humans are. Even in situations where they don’t need to think but are passively guided to act, their minds still generate a unique sense of security, thus allowing them to continue not to think.

Shirakawa Natsu led her around the living room. The luxury apartment was large, and there wasn’t much furniture, so it took them about ten minutes to walk around.

He would occasionally glance at Miyuki, who was crawling on the ground. Even though his girlfriend, Jingu Nao, was beautiful, and Kimura Momo was stunningly beautiful, Miyuki had her own unique charm.

He had a stylish medium-length haircut, a well-proportioned figure, long and straight legs, and a slender neck with a choker.

As Shirakawa Natsu held the rope in his hand, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. At this moment, it was as if Miyuki was his personal possession.

“Damn it, wake up!” Bai Chuanxia quickly shook the thought out of her head. This idea was too dangerous. She was her brother. Having feelings for her brother would be terrible. Besides, she was the most reliable refresh point for Huang Mao’s APP tasks.

It’s all because of that cold and beautiful older sister, Miyuki; it felt so rough getting up.

“That’s enough.” Shirakawa Natsu led her around once, returned to the sofa, and said to Miyuki, “We’ve finished walking.”

Miyuki froze, seemingly only then realizing that she had already crawled around the room. She turned her head and said to Shirakawa Natsu, “Thank you.”

Shirakawa Natsu noticed that her body relaxed noticeably, as if she had been tense all along, every corner of her body was tense, and she was holding her breath. At this moment, it was as if she had finally regained her breath.

Shirakawa Natsu squatted down, reached out and touched her dark hair, and said gently, “Thank you for your hard work. The filming was a great success.”

“Hmm.” Seeing the smile and receiving the praise, Miyuki’s face flushed red instantly.

This was a blush that Shirakawa Natsu had never seen on her handsome face before. Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away; it was too arousing.

He never imagined that such strong emotions could arise from a complete lack of physical contact.

He was clearly the one who committed the violence, but at the end, he only offered a word of praise, yet he elicited such a strong reaction.

“Is it… over?” Mikoto asked softly, her body still lying on the ground.

Shirakawa Natsu seemed to see a fleeting sense of loss in her eyes.

“Uh, it’s just a break,” Shirakawa Natsu explained. “It’s to let you get back into the swing of things. The actual filming will start later.”

“Mmm.” Miyuki’s face was flushed, and she nodded. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she was too tired. She remained lying down and did not sit up.

Shirakawa Natsu’s strange expression was just to help you get used to the situation and find your rhythm so you won’t break character too much later.

I didn’t open the door to a new world for you, bro. Why do you seem to be having fun?

Shirakawa Natsu wasn’t stupid; he felt that something was wrong with his brother’s situation, very wrong.

However, he doesn’t plan to delve deeper into research and development. Everyone has a hidden side, and his only goal is to complete the mission.

Find an opportunity to rinse it off quickly, then apply it to your face; that’s it.

He was initially worried about whether his brother would accept it, but now it seems he was overthinking it. He was just afraid that his brother would think he was too small.

A terrible silence fell over the room, and Miyuki’s breathing gradually calmed down.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around; clearly, what she had just experienced was not enough to satisfy Minoki.

His initial plan was to write words on her body with oil paint pens, draw some tally marks on her thighs, and then mix toothpaste with laundry detergent and apply it to her body. Anyway, the clarity of his phone camera was so-so that it would be easy to fool her.

It seems we need to change our plans.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out and patted Minoki’s slender waist: “Now we’ll officially start filming. If you call ‘stop’ later, I won’t let you give up.”

Miyuki shuddered and nodded.

“Let’s begin then.” Shirakawa Natsu said, picking up an eye mask from the side and tying it over Mino’s eyes. She leaned down and whispered in her ear, “From now on, you’re no longer human. Remember, you’re a dog.”

The body of Miyuki beneath him began to tremble noticeably.

With her eyes covered, her vision was completely obstructed, and she couldn’t see anything.

“Lie down, like a dog, with your face on the ground,” Shirakawa Natsu whispered in her ear, like the whisper of a demon.

Miyuki trembled as she pressed herself against the floor, the cool temperature of the wooden floor touching her delicate skin.

Shirakawa Natsu remained silent, lowered the rope, and quietly got up.

He glanced at Miyuki. She sensed Shirakawa Natsu leaving and her body began to tremble slightly, but she still obediently squatted in place.

She withdrew her gaze, gently pushed open the door, which made a “click” sound. Miyuki’s body trembled even more violently, and her slender limbs gradually began to curl up unconsciously, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless.

Shirakawa Natsu quietly came out and glanced at the fox’s room. The door was closed, and she didn’t know if the fox was asleep.

He walked to the elevator, swiped his ID card, and pressed the “Do Not Disturb” button. A lock icon appeared on the button, which is one of the advantages of luxury apartments, meaning that other people will not be able to take the elevator to this floor.

He then took out a “Under Repair” sign from the corner, went up the stairs, and placed it in the stairwells on the 11th and 13th floors respectively.

Although it was impossible for anyone else to appear at that time, Shirakawa Natsu still made thorough preparations just in case.

He wanted to do something fun for his best friend, but definitely not to expose it to strangers.

Of course, Mikoto wouldn’t know any of this.

When he returned to the room after making all the necessary preparations, Miyuki was trembling violently, breathing rapidly through her nose.

Clearly, the fact that she couldn’t see whether the door was open or closed during those few minutes put her under immense pressure.

Upon hearing Shirakawa Natsu’s footsteps, she visibly relaxed.

“Stand up,” Shirakawa Natsu ordered. He didn’t intend to go too far; it wouldn’t be good if he really ruined his brother’s life.

Mi no Shi was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing across her face, but she obediently stood up.

Shirakawa Natsumi didn’t know if, at this moment, a feeling of disappointment had risen in her heart.

But none of that matters.

Because what follows is the key to the plan’s success.

He took out a thin trench coat and draped it over Mi Zhi Shi’s shoulders. He was a little shorter than Mi Zhi Shi, and two sections of his fair calves were visible at the hem of the trench coat.

Mikoto instinctively reached out, wanting to close his trench coat and cover his body.

“Who gave you permission to deduct it?” Shirakawa Natsu’s voice was soft, with a hint of mockery in it.

Miyuki’s body trembled, and she carefully loosened her arms that were protecting her trench coat. Because the trench coat was not buttoned up, it was split in the middle, revealing a bit of her chest, navel, and pubic bone from top to bottom.

Shirakawa Natsu covered her nose, her blood rushing to her head, causing it to feel a little hot and astringent.

But it was precisely at times like these that he needed to remain calm. He held the rope in his hand and said, “Let’s go for a walk outside.”

Miyuki trembled and shook her head slightly, indicating her resistance.

Shirakawa Natsu pulled the rope sharply, and Miyuki staggered as the collar around her neck pulled her body, the bells ringing out with a crisp “ding-dong”.

Even now, she still doesn’t dare to speak, as if she has forgotten how to speak.

Shirakawa Natsumi said softly, “Hurry up, the door is open now. If you keep dawdling, you’ll only increase the chances of being caught by security.”

Miyuki trembled even more violently, and even the bell around her neck made a slight “ding-ding” sound.

“Be careful,” Shirakawa Natsumi said again. “If the security guard hears the bell, he’ll definitely come back to check the situation.”

This was meant to scare Miyuki. Actually, the bell was very soft, but Miyuki’s eyes were covered and everything was dark, so she was particularly sensitive to the sound.

If the security guards heard the bell, they would just think it was a ghost.

“Hurry up, or someone will come.” Shirakawa Natsu pulled on the rope, adding psychological pressure to his brother.

Miyuki wasn’t wearing shoes; she carefully stepped on the ground barefoot, afraid of the bell ringing and afraid of being seen. Her body trembled, and she desperately tried to control herself so that she wouldn’t shake any more.

The collar around her neck, at this moment, was like a swimming ring in the hands of a drowning person; it was clearly a symbol of shame, but now it was constantly giving her a sense of security.

Compared to crawling around the room earlier, the pressure she was under now was several times greater.

“You need to hurry up. Once you finish one lap, it’ll be over.” Shirakawa Natsu’s voice sounded like a demon, but at this moment it was Miyuki’s only support: “Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch for you, so you won’t be easily seen.”

Miyuki finally stepped out of the house barefoot.

Looking at her long, beautiful legs, Shirakawa Natsumi thought that it would be even more exciting if her brother wore high heels.

But he’s not a pervert, so he just thought about it.

“By the way, Miyuki, speaking of which, the girls at your school must talk about you behind your backs, right?” Shirakawa Natsumi said as she walked ahead, holding the rope.