Chapter 94

“Calm down, she’s your brother, you can’t treat her like a woman.” Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated heart.

Strangely enough, because of his kidney problems, his post-coital period lasts longer than that of ordinary people.

I had only chatted with Miyuki on the sofa for a little while, less than two hours in total, and now that I’ve seen the video, I feel my body starting to stir again.

“Take a shower.” Shirakawa Natsu came out of the room. The hallway was dark. He reached out to press the light switch in the hallway.

As I turned my head, I suddenly noticed a ray of light shining through the crack in the door of the innermost room.

“Did Miyuki forget to close the door?” Shirakawa Natsu walked over and reached out to help her close the door.

As I placed my hand on the doorknob, I suddenly heard soft panting sounds in my ears.

“?” Shirakawa Natsu frowned and leaned closer to the crack in the door. The first thing she saw was Miyuki’s familiar little mouth.

She appeared to be lying on her side in bed, her small mouth slightly open, as if she were breathing.

Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye and continued to approach with the other. She could now clearly see Miyuki’s face. Her eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be in great pain, letting out a low, panting “Ah-ha.”

Through the small crack in the door, one of Shirakawa Natsu’s large eyes could be seen, filled with surprise and disbelief.

Miyuki curled up in a ball, her upper body pressed tightly against the bed, her eyes closed, her small mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed, her handsome short hair plastered to her skin, her lower body raised, and she was only covered by a thin air conditioning blanket.

She put both hands under the air-conditioned blanket.

Tears streamed down his handsome face, and his small mouth opened and closed as if he were speaking, accompanied by soft panting sounds.

Shirakawa Natsu remained bent over, the light coming through the crack in the door casting a slit on his face.

He made a gurgling swallowing sound.

Why is Miyuki crying? Why is she putting her hands under the covers? What is she saying?

The thought of taking a shower had long been forgotten by Shirakawa Natsumi; her mind was filled with these three questions.

He strained to turn his head to the side, pressing his ear against the door, as if he could finally faintly hear the indistinct sounds coming from her mouth.

“Kanna…”

Shirakawa Natsu felt a sharp “crack” in her heart, as if she had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Others also know that Miyuki only has friendship for him, otherwise she wouldn’t be on the yellow-haired guy’s friend list on the app.

He asked himself if his feelings for Miyuki were love, and if the two of them were to actually fall in love, it would seem very strange.

However, men are often quite perceptive; they always have a feeling about whether she likes them or not.

Just now in the hallway, when he was holding that rope, he also felt that this woman was his property.

Shirakawa Natsuko felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, instantly calming her down and saving her the water needed for a shower.

He peeked at Miyuki through the gap again; the air conditioner blanket was trembling slightly, indicating that the movement was more pronounced than before.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and quietly stepped back.

In that instant, Miyuki’s voice suddenly rose a octave, sounding like a sob: “Hana~hi~”

“Pfft.” Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help it, and her body staggered. Her knee hit the wooden door panel with a “thud.” The sound was not loud, but it was still clear in the quiet space.

Miyuki’s body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and looked towards the door.

She put on her slippers, got out of bed, wiped away her tears, and resumed her cool and aloof expression.

Miyu pushed open the door; the hallway was pitch black.

She walked to the stairwell, which was still empty.

Miyuki then turned around, walked back to the room, and as she reached for the doorknob, she took a deep look at the door before entering the room, closing the door with a “click” sound.

Behind the closed door was Shirakawa Natsu’s figure. He covered his mouth with his hand, his heart pounding.

The sudden accident had startled him, causing him to make a sound unintentionally. He knew there was no way to avoid it in that situation.

Standing behind the door was also instinctive; in my mind, I was already considering how to explain myself if I was discovered so that I wouldn’t be seen as a perverted voyeur.

Unexpectedly, the person actually managed to evade it.

“Good heavens, this is really something.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t dare to take a shower now. She hid back in her room, sat in front of the computer, and kept thinking about the scene she had just seen. Miyuki’s buttocks were sticking up so high, and her hands were under the covers. It couldn’t possibly be that she was doing a buttocks and arms stretching exercise.

As she cried, she called out the names of Kanna Hojo and Hanahi Inagawa.

Shirakawa Natsu knew her brother was a playboy, but now she realizes she underestimated him.

No wonder he didn’t bother explaining to Kanna Hojo, and just wanted to break up with both of them directly.

I liked both of them, but I knew it wouldn’t work out in the end, so I made up my mind to reject both of them.

“Wow, my brother is amazing.” Shirakawa Natsu shook his head. He was so shocked that he even forgot about the slight displeasure that Miyuki hadn’t called his name. He had thought his brother was just gentle and bad at refusing, but it turned out he really was a scumbag.

Coming back to my senses from the shock, I saw a large-scale video on the monitor. On the screen, Mikoto was trying to open her mouth wide, and glistening saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She must have been feeling very sore, but she still tried her best to open her mouth as wide as possible.

The rope around her neck pulled on the collar, causing her neck to sway back and forth.

The glistening saliva kept spilling out of his mouth, falling out as long strands of stringy saliva.

Her face showed fear, helplessness, weakness, and submission.

His usually cool and handsome face now resembled that of a pitiful little dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy in front of an evil master.

And finally, even though its face was covered in grime, it still tried its best to open its mouth wide, and even as the grime flowed into its mouth, it dared not close it, like a loyal dog waiting for its master’s command.

Shirakawa Natsu’s face grew redder and redder as she looked at him.

Miyuki’s usual cool and handsome appearance.

She was lying in bed just now, with her lower body raised and her eyes closed, crying.

It’s still in the picture, mouth open, waiting for its owner to name it.

Which one is the real her, or are they all the real her?

The flames that Shirakawa Natsu had just extinguished were reignited, and he picked up a roll of toilet paper from the side.

The next day arrived quickly, and Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school yawning.

“Natsu~~” Jingu Nao skipped over to his side and put her arm around his shoulder: “Hehe, I’m so happy to see Natsu.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback.

“Is there something strange about me?” Jingu Nao asked curiously, turning around in front of him with her hands behind her back.

“No, no.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand. They had only been separated for one night, but because so much had happened that night, it felt like several days had passed.

The two were planning to go on a date at Tokyo Tower yesterday, but Kimura Momo called him to fix a water pipe and he was almost raped in front of his girlfriend.

Then Jingu Nao received a call saying that a literature teacher had been in a car accident, and she left in a hurry.

He went to the hotel to find Kanna Hojo, refused her advances, and then went home. After all that had happened with Miyuki, he sorted out his thoughts and asked, “You said a literature teacher you know was in a car accident and went to the hospital. Is he alright now?”

He remembered their literature teacher, it seemed, was only Kimura Momo, and then another one suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Dead.” Jingu Nao said with a grin, “He died a terrible death. He was hit by a car and his head was stuck inside. Later, he was sent for cremation, but he came back to life in the crematorium. His urn fell to the ground and broke. When the wind blew, it scattered everywhere. In the end, they just used some soil as his ashes, right, Ms. Momo?”

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, only then noticing that Kimura Momo was standing to the side at some point, looking at them with a gentle smile. When Jingu Nao asked her a question, she chuckled and said, “Jingu-san, please don’t talk about such scary things at school so early in the morning.”

“Ahem.” Shirakawa Natsu coughed lightly. He could tell that the two were having a fight, so he quickly took Jingu Nao’s hand and said, “Sorry, Kimura-sensei, see you in the classroom later.”

After he finished speaking, he pulled Jingu Nao away, saying, “Why did you have such a bad falling out with Kimura-sensei?”

Jingu Nao glanced at him sideways, then looked away, shrugging cutely, “It’s because half of someone’s heart is nowhere to be found.”

“That ‘someone’ isn’t me, is it?” Shirakawa Natsu said seriously, “I only like Nao.”

“Really?” Jingu Nao looked up at him with a grin. “Then say it: Jingu Nao, I love you. Say it louder, so the whole world knows.”

“Um, over here?” Shirakawa Natsu turned to look at the students coming and going. It was peak time for school, and there were a lot of people coming and going. If he shouted here, he would instantly become the center of attention. “Um, how about we try a different approach? I’m a pretty shy person.”

“Hehe, it’s okay.” Jingu Nao turned around with a smile, seemingly not minding at all.

Shirakawa Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief; it was indeed Eishinomiya Nao.

But he also had other people in his heart, and it took more than just courage to shout it out in public without hesitation.

There’s also Jedi’s confidence, his confidence that he has no one else in his heart, and his willingness to let everyone know that he likes this person.

“Uh, Nao, why are you running so fast?” Shirakawa Natsu was only stunned for a moment.

Jingu Nao, with her slender legs clad in black stockings, had already run ten meters away.

She smiled sweetly at Shirakawa Natsumi, then took a deep breath and shouted, “Shirakawa Natsumi, I love you!”

She seemed to put all her strength into every word she spoke, even in the noisy morning, she seemed to travel very far.

“Wow!” A gasp immediately rang out from the crowd, and everyone turned to look at the couple.

“Hehe~” Jingu Nao grinned mischievously, winked at him, and then disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around awkwardly and found that everyone around him had amusement on their faces and was looking at him with amusement.

“Damn it.” Shirakawa Natsu cursed under his breath and quickly squeezed into the crowd. He still needed to contact Inagawa Hanahi today to give her the edited CD.