Chapter 95

“Hehe, is Xia still thinking about what happened earlier?” Jingu Nao casually swung her long legs in black stockings under the desk.

Turning to look at Shirakawa Natsu, she revealed a mischievous smile, her right foot sliding out of her small leather shoe, her toes pointing up onto Shirakawa Natsu’s calf, sliding down: “Kimura Momo’s feet are beautiful, aren’t they? Long and straight~ and the right thickness, just the right size to hold in one hand. If you were wearing black stockings and let Natsu touch them, would Natsu refuse?”

“Ahem, class is in session.” Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice, looked around, and saw that the students around her were busy with their own things and no one was paying attention to them. She breathed a sigh of relief: “Don’t say things like that in class.”

“You’re such a hypocrite.” Jingu Nao winked at him, her toes spreading under the desk as she gently pinched and pulled the flesh behind his ankle. “You’d leave your girlfriend behind and run over to Kimura-sensei for the smallest request. You seem so honest and kind, but you’re actually a big pervert inside.”

“Weren’t we together all day yesterday?” Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her forehead, feeling the nagging from her girlfriend. She moved her leg under the table a little, feeling ticklish from her pinching it. “Besides, I don’t like Kimura-sensei at all.”

He spoke with such conviction that his feelings for the vixen were absolutely not love; at most, she had a great body and a perfect appearance. Their relationship was purely physical, without any emotional involvement.

“Not even a little bit?” Jingu Nao held up two fingers and made a pointing gesture. “There must be just a tiny bit, right?”

“Absolutely not,” Shirakawa Natsu assured.

“Then where is your heart really?” Jingu Nao leaned down and placed her hand on his chest: “Why do I feel that when Natsu is holding me, sometimes he is thinking of someone else?”

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression froze, and the image of Minoki wearing a collar around her neck instantly appeared in her mind.

He quickly banished the thought from his mind: “When I was holding Nao, I wasn’t thinking about anyone else.”

He spoke with great confidence, because when he was with Jingu Nao, all he could think about was her slender figure, smooth skin, and soft legs. He never thought of anyone else, although he would occasionally compare her to other women.

Shirakawa Natsumi felt that she was actually quite a jerk.

He didn’t think Jingu Nao would believe him.

“Hehe~” Jingu Nao’s gaze swept across his face and she laughed, “I believe in Xia.”

She pointed her finger at Shirakawa Natsu’s heart: “If another woman takes over Natsu’s heart, I’ll run away~”

“Hehe.” Shirakawa Natsu chuckled dryly, secretly determined to complete the tasks on the Yellow Hair APP as soon as possible, get a healthy body, and then live with the woman he liked.

After class ended, it quickly became afternoon. Shirakawa Natsu and Jingu Nao had lunch together in the cafeteria, and then went to the library alone.

He wasn’t planning to hand over the CD he filmed last night to Kanna Hojo right now.

Kanna Hojo is not the objective of the blonde-haired app.

Miyuki’s goal is to break up with her, and giving her the CD is not a necessary option if he can achieve his goal.

This involves Inagawa Hanahi, and there is still a lot of room for maneuver.

Kanna Hojo invited him to a hotel last night and said things that he could use against her in the future. Even if it was impulsive, it proves that this girl would do things without considering the consequences in extreme circumstances.

This is a potential danger; if not handled properly, it could very well end up as a machete.

Shirakawa Natsu already had a vision in her mind: Hojo Kanna holding a hatchet, stabbing him in the abdomen again and again, blood splattering everywhere, while she shouted, “It’s all Natsu’s fault! You seduced my boyfriend!”

In anime, there are quite a few characters with blond hair who end up losing their brothers at the end. The character who does this is someone like Kanna Hojo, who seems timid and naive, and who is very obedient in the beginning but becomes more unrestrained later on.

When I took him home yesterday, he seemed perfectly normal.

No one knows what she thought about after she took a nap, so Shirakawa Natsu decided to find out about her situation first.

Upon arriving at the library, I did not see Kanna Hojo in front of the bookshelves filled with ancient texts.

She usually stands, either organizing books or sitting at a desk to browse through them.

Shirakawa Natsu walked to the front desk and asked a bespectacled boy inside, “Hello, I’m looking for Hojo Kanna. Is she not doing well today?”

He looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a wary gaze: “Hojo-kun is sick with a cold and didn’t come to school today. Is there anything you need? I can pass on your message.”

Shirakawa Natsu immediately realized that this male classmate had feelings for Hojo Kanna.

That’s normal. With that kind of bust size, good looks, and an easy-to-fool appearance, she’s bound to be attractive.

Actually, Kanna Hojo is very popular among students.

It’s just that Miyuki is too dazzling, so she often has to overshadow him.

“It’s nothing.” Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: “Her boyfriend asked me to tell her that she forgot something last night.”

The boy’s expression changed rapidly, looking heartbroken.

“I’ll go directly to her, thank you.” Shirakawa Natsu greeted him politely, then ignored the heartbroken boy and walked out of the library.

Kanna Hojo didn’t come, but she called to ask for leave, which means nothing serious happened.

Her matter can be put aside for now; the next step is to meet with Inagawa Hanahi and complete the mission.

“Task name: This is a CD I recorded of your crush. Take it home and watch it tonight.”

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the mission name again; the more she looked at it, the more sarcastic it seemed.

If you said that to someone in real life, it would definitely lead to an irreconcilable feud.

He rubbed his temples, knowing that every step he took from here on would directly affect whether he would be stuffed into a cement bucket and thrown into Tokyo Bay.

He took out his phone and called Inagawa Hanabi directly. The girl was listed as his friend on the Huangmao APP.

Although she didn’t know the reason, Inagawa Hanahi considered him a friend, so it wouldn’t be difficult to ask him out.

The call connected quickly, and Inagawa Hanahi’s voice came from the other end: “Mr. Natsu.”

Inagawa Hanahi speaks concisely, without any embellishment, and possesses the imposing aura of a yakuza boss.

“Ms. Inagawa, I’d like to talk to you.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t bother with pleasantries; too much politeness with this kind of person would only annoy her. “It’s about Miyuki. She has something she needs me to give you.”

“Okay, time and place.” Inagawa Hanahi didn’t waste any words.

“Let’s do it now, it’s a bit urgent,” Shirakawa Natsu said. “The location is at the tea shop number 374 near the entrance of the University of Tokyo.”

“I’ll be there in half an hour,” Inagawa Hanahi said before hanging up the phone.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at her phone and let out a long sigh of relief. So far, everything was going smoothly.

The tea restaurants outside the University of Tokyo have always been popular with students, not because the tea and snacks taste good.

It’s not because the wall is a large glass panel, but because sitting here, you can see the long legs of the college students coming and going.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced out the window at the girls passing by, each one youthful and beautiful, with their own unique charm.

However, compared to his visual appeal, the women around him are all outstanding.

Jingu Nao’s legs are the most slender and long, and also the most youthful; you can hold them in one hand.

Her skin is delicate; when you grab it, your fingers sink into it. She usually likes to wear sheer black stockings.

When you rub it, it will leave a dent on the black stockings. If you apply a little force, it will sink in, like you are rubbing against a young girl’s leg.

Kimura Momo’s legs are perfectly proportioned, with just the right shape and size, as if they were carefully sculpted by a goddess with a chisel.

Holding it in your hand feels like looking at a work of art.

However, she had never worn stockings before, so Shirakawa Natsumi didn’t know what they felt like.

Everything else was perfect too. When Shirakawa Natsu was with the lewd fox several times, she didn’t deliberately play with his legs.

Miyuki is different from both of them. She has the longest legs and very low body fat. When she squats down and puts pressure on herself, her muscles will show a little bit of muscle definition, giving her a fit and athletic look.

“Holy crap, what am I thinking?” Shirakawa Natsu quickly shook her head. When she thought about thighs, she actually compared her brother’s long legs to other women’s. Did her brother’s legs look like something to play with?

As he was lost in thought, the door to the tea restaurant was pushed open, and Inagawa Hanahi walked in, dressed in a kimono that seemed completely out of place.

The surrounding diners turned to look, but after seeing the scarred middle-aged man behind Inagawa Hanahi, they all turned back to their food and focused on eating, their fidgeting of looking at the thighs outside the window decreased significantly.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her phone; it was exactly half an hour. She wondered if this young lady was waiting outside to come in right on time.

Inagawa Hanahi sat down in front of Shirakawa Natsu, wearing wooden clogs. Scarface sat a short distance away, cautious and alert, his hand in his pocket holding something. They were too far apart to hear each other’s conversation, but he could come up immediately if anything happened.

Several black cars were parked outside the tea restaurant, with men in black suits scattered around in key locations.

The customers seemed to sense that the atmosphere was not right and began to leave quietly one after another.

Shirakawa Natsu had prepared herself mentally, but as soon as Inagawa Hanahi arrived, the atmosphere instantly became oppressive.

After the last attack, Inagawa Hanahi also began to pay more attention to security.

Inagawa Hanahi didn’t say anything, just sat opposite Shirakawa Natsu, her demeanor perfectly poised.

If Shirakawa Natsumi hadn’t seen that the blonde guy was her friend on the app, she probably would have chickened out by now.

“I don’t know what happened to Miyuki.” Shirakawa Natsu pretended not to care and began to read aloud the draft she had prepared in her mind: “Last night she suddenly asked me for help.”

Upon hearing this, Inagawa Hanahi’s serious expression visibly wavered slightly.

That day, Mikoto hugged her at the bar, which was seen by Kanna Hojo, leaving behind a pitiful figure as she left.

Shirakawa Natsu pretended not to notice her expression and continued, “She felt that if she continued to date Hojo Kanna, it would only hurt Hojo Kanna and you.”

Inagawa Hanahi’s expression remained unchanged, but Shirakawa Natsu noticed her right hand resting on her thigh and instinctively gripped the hem of her kimono.

Shirakawa Natsu was satisfied with her reaction and shifted the focus to the relationship between the three of them, ignoring his presence: “I took a CD with her yesterday. Of course, her face was blurred, but people who know her well can still recognize her.”