Chapter 92

“After all, you’re so dazzling, Mikoto.” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly pulled on the rope in her hand, and Mikoto staggered, letting out a suppressed gasp.

Shirakawa Natsu sighed inwardly, thankful that she hadn’t been blinded by lust and let her wear high heels because of her beautiful feet, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

“There probably aren’t any girls taller than you at your school,” Shirakawa Natsu continued. “Those who can get into Waseda University are all top students, so there must be few pretty girls, right? They must be talking about it in private, saying things like how cool Miyuki is and how safe it would be to date her.”

As he spoke, he led Miyuki to the stairwell, the sleep mask blocking out all light.

When there is only darkness in front of you, your ears become more sensitive.

She could only listen intently to all the sounds around her.

Shirakawa Natsu’s seemingly casual words kept getting into her ears. The front of her trench coat wasn’t buttoned up, and the cool breeze from the stairwell seeped into her clothes, the chill hitting her skin as if it were trying to penetrate it.

The sense of security brought by the darkness, the chill on her chest, were like patches of darkness, constantly eroding her heart.

At this point, only the collar around her neck could give her a sense of security.

He pulled the rope sharply again, and Miyuki immediately moved toward where he was pulling, her resistance decreasing.

Shirakawa Natsumi knew that, under the current circumstances, the more force he exerted, the more secure the collar around her neck would feel to her.

Because Mikoto is blind, the pulling force at this moment is no longer a humiliation, but her only way of sensing the outside world.

She would listen attentively to every word he said, even the most humiliating ones, because it meant that Shirakawa Natsu was by her side.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced back. She obediently refrained from covering her chest with her hands, and her trench coat only covered half of her chest.

“It’s so arousing.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly turned around, not wanting to ruin everything now: “Do you usually feel the way they stare at you at school? You must have worn revealing clothes before, right? I almost forgot that you have a habit of not wearing a bra.”

“They’ll all be looking at you. They must have fantasized about kissing you at least once. Of course, there will be even more perverted ones, both men and women.”

“They’ll fantasize about treating you like a pet, keeping you locked up at home, or taking you out for a walk late at night, like… right now.”

As Shirakawa Natsumi spoke, she pulled hard on the rope in her hand again, and heard Miyuki’s soft breathing behind her.

He glanced back, then quickly turned back around.

Miyuki’s penis actually got erect, so erotic.

“There are stairs ahead, be careful.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out to help her, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew her hand. Going down the stairs would make her feel even more insecure, and she couldn’t give up such a good opportunity: “They might fantasize about making you squat on the ground, open your mouth, and then do some inappropriate things. Miyuki, why are you blushing?”

Miyuki’s breathing became noticeably heavier, and an unnatural blush appeared on his cold and handsome face.

She carefully placed one foot on the stairs to explore, cautiously descending the steps, while Shirakawa Natsu’s words reached her ears.

He kept pulling down the collar around his neck.

Shirakawa Natsu stood two steps away from Minoki, so that even if she missed a step, he could ensure she was safe. However, Minoki was unaware of this.

He didn’t know what Miyuki was feeling at that moment, but from her disordered breathing, he knew that her heart was beating very fast. Perhaps her mind was completely blank at that moment, or perhaps, under his guidance, she imagined the scene of countless people seeing her like this.

Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze traveled down from his chest to his flat stomach, where fine beads of sweat glistened. Despite not having done much exercise, he was already sweating from nervousness.

His expression quickly turned strange. Although the lighting in the corridor wasn’t very good, what was with that strange reflection?

“Oh no.” Shirakawa Natsu realized something was wrong. He was so focused on reciting his lines that he hadn’t considered that his brother was really into it and wasn’t just acting. Besides, this was the first time she had experienced something like this.

The current purity is too high; she has clearly reached her limit. If she continues, she will be ruined.

He actually had some recordings of passersby that he had just found online on his phone, which he planned to play later to pretend that she was bumped into by someone who suddenly came upstairs. But now it seems that won’t work.

“Okay,” Shirakawa Natsu quickly said, “Now squat down and don’t move.”

Mikoto’s body visibly stiffened, as if out of fear, her muscles suddenly tensed, but she still obediently squatted down.

“Raise your head and open your mouth.” Shirakawa Natsumi pulled on the rope and spoke in a cold voice, as if commanding her own pet dog.

Without hesitation, Miyuki opened her mouth into an “O” shape. She was 179 cm tall with an oval face and a small mouth. When she opened her mouth, her pink tongue was covered with glistening saliva, and she also revealed two canine teeth.

When Shirakawa Natsu saw the two tiger teeth, he shuddered. Last time he was scratched, he was weak and afraid of infection, so he could only get a bottle of alcohol to clean it himself. When he applied the alcohol there, the pain was so bad that he almost had a heart attack and passed out on the spot.

“Open it…open it even wider!” Shirakawa Natsu quickly added, pulling hard on the rope in her hand in a show of defiance.

“Ah…” Mikoto made a sound in her throat, trying to open her mouth wide. Crystalline saliva slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t dare to close her mouth, letting the saliva flow down her chin and then fall to the ground, leaving a crystal-clear trail.

Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath and positioned his phone to take the picture. He knew that the success of the mission depended on this one moment.

“Task 1: Have an in-depth conversation with Mikoto, and make a face with it. Film the video and send it to Inagawa Hanahi. (Reward: 30 points)”

He and Kanna Hojo experimented with it, and the system’s definition of deep communication is very broad; it only requires penetration of the local body, regardless of the location.

The name of this app, which features a “Cowboy” character, suggests a relationship that isn’t a normal one, so it doesn’t necessarily have to be like a normal one.

He first put his finger into Miyuki’s mouth, touched the tiger’s teeth, and estimated their size.

Thankfully, he didn’t switch to the minotaur’s little brother, otherwise he would have dislocated the brother’s jaw.

And it would be really exciting to take out my phone and play the downloaded audio file later.

Miyuki had no idea what was going to happen. She was crouching on the middle step of the stairs, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, and could fall off at any moment. Her only sense of security came from the collar around her neck and the force pulling on it.

Both of them were breathing softly, which carried far in the dimly lit corridor.

Miyuki’s mouth was quickly covered, and her gasps were forced into her throat.

The collar around her neck pulled, causing her head to sway back and forth.

The sounds in the hallway were strange: there were sounds of impact, panting, and suppressed breathing. The air was filled with a muddy, stuffy smell.

In the dark stairwell, two figures were stacked together, one crouching and the other standing.

In the muddy, sticky air, the sounds of panting rose and fell, drifting away like rustling.

Men and women gradually emerged indistinctly in the darkness.

“You’re alright, Miyuki.” Shirakawa Natsu had already taken off the rope and collar and put them away. “You look a little unsteady.”

“It’s alright.” Miyuki turned her head away. After her blindfold was removed, she could see the situation clearly. There were “Under Repair” signs everywhere, so it was obviously impossible for anyone to come over. “It’s all settled now. How was the filming?”

“The effect is better than expected, you worked very hard.” Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but praise her, and then reached out to touch her long black hair, but he quickly realized that the collar and blindfold were no longer there, and they were brothers now, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Miyuki’s expression froze for a moment, a blush flashing across her cold and handsome face. She turned her head slightly, hiding her face in the darkness: “Is there anything else I need to do?”

“It’s ready.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. “Next, I’ll edit the video and send it to Hojo Kanna and Inagawa Hanahi. I’ll blur their faces. I’ll show it to you when it’s done.”

“No need.” Miyuki’s expression gradually returned to normal, and she slowly transformed back into the familiar short-haired cool girl: “It’s all over.”

After finishing speaking, Miyuki stood up and said, “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll go back to my room first.”

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly blurted out, “This is it.”

Miyuki shuddered, her previously restored expression instantly shattered, her body trembling slightly as if she were about to turn back. The mark left by Shirakawa Natsu still remained on her face. Although she had wiped it with her hand earlier, it was actually a face full of it, though she couldn’t see it, but the smell was even stronger.

“I said I still need to collect those signs here, you can go back first.” Shirakawa Natsu wanted to slap himself across the face. He didn’t know why he blurted it out. He wasn’t a pervert.

Miyuki turned her head, her usual cold and cool expression on her face, and nodded: “Mm.”

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked up the steps, pushed open the fire door in the stairwell, buttoned up her trench coat to hide everything that had just happened, and walked from the dimly lit stairwell to the bright corridor.

Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone, pulled out the video she had just recorded, and looked at it again.

“That expression is too suggestive.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, carefully putting her phone away. The next step was to do some simple editing and blur the face.

Although the most difficult part of the task has been successfully completed, the goal is to completely finish this task from the system.

Some preparations are needed. Reality is not like television. The victim might be watching his wife and the blond-haired man’s CDs late at night with headphones on, and a stack of toilet paper next to him.

In reality, the victims would fight tooth and nail. Whether it’s Inagawa Hanahi or a yakuza chairman, whatever their reasons, if they don’t give a plausible reason in this situation, they would definitely throw them into a cement bucket and then into Tokyo Bay.

“Ugh, this is troublesome. I’d better go check on my brother first.” Shirakawa Natsu decided to go check on his brother first; after everything they’ve been through, he couldn’t be broken.