Chapter 99

From the moment before, Mi Zhi Shi had been lying on the ground with his eyes slightly narrowed, not daring to move at all, as if something terrible would happen if he moved even slightly.

“Wait a minute, let me check the instructions.” Shirakawa Natsu also realized that this seemingly simple hemp rope was not just a matter of tying a knot with your hands; there were actually quite advanced techniques involved.

Turn to the first page of the instruction manual, the same page that Miyuki read.

This involves taking the rope as a line along the middle of the body, rotating it twice to the left and right of the chest, then passing it between the feet, repeating this twice, and finally securing it at the waist.

The key to this binding method is to tightly bind the vital parts; by exerting force with the body, the rope will tighten.

The instruction manual also carefully notes the usage scenarios.

Once tied up, one can enter busy downtown areas, shopping malls, and subway stations alone.

It also offers comfort and warmth; for first-time users, it is recommended to wear a cotton short-sleeved shirt underneath to prevent skin irritation.

After carefully examining the diagram, Shirakawa Natsu confirmed that this binding method would not tie her hands at all.

Looking at the way Mikoshi’s hands were tied, it was obvious that when she was being tied up, the area around her chest wasn’t tied securely, and the hand slipped out and was tied up along her shoulders.

“I already know how to solve it, Minozaki, just bear with it.” Shirakawa Natsu held the instruction manual in one hand and turned Minozaki’s body over.

Mi no Shi had closed her eyes, biting her lip tightly, her face flushed red, and her eyes trembling slightly.

All of her strength was concentrated in her lower body, like a small animal being choked by the back of its neck, easily manipulated.

Shirakawa Natsumi felt the air density increase slightly and didn’t dare to move her. She reached her hand to her tailbone, where there was a small knot. According to the instructions, this was the first slipknot, and if it wasn’t tied incorrectly, it was the easiest to untie.

He placed his hand on the knot, gave it a gentle tug, and then tightened the two ropes binding his pubic bone again, separating them to form a miniature triangle.

The light blue jeans in this area are noticeably darker than the surrounding area.

“Hmm.” Miyuki lay on the ground, eyes closed, letting out a soft groan through his teeth.

This cold-hearted woman seemed to have given up completely; the anxiety she had shown earlier was gone from her face.

Shirakawa Natsu wanted to explain that it really wasn’t intentional, but it seemed like Miyuki wouldn’t hear the explanation anyway.

He relaxed and stopped worrying about so much, and began to untangle the hemp rope little by little according to the instructions.

Miyu pressed her face to the ground, gritting her teeth, only suppressed breathing could be heard.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the marks left on her body by the ropes, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

The ropes were untied one by one, but Mikoto remained bound in the same position even after being untied, as if an invisible rope was binding her.

As Shirakawa Natsu’s technique became more proficient, he found the key point and pulled sharply.

The rope that had bound Mi-no-Kami to the spot came undone and scattered on the ground.

Miyuki’s body trembled violently. She stood up without a word, and without even saying goodbye to Shirakawa Natsu, she strode quickly to the bathroom.

Shirakawa Natsu remained where she was, holding the rope in one hand and the instruction manual in the other.

He thought he heard a strange sound for a moment, but he wasn’t sure if he had misheard it.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the hemp rope in her hand; it hadn’t been cut, which highlighted the saying “you get what you pay for.”

He wrapped the hemp rope around his hand, and when he touched a section of it, he could clearly feel that it was abnormally wet.

“Never mind.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. Anyway, it’s for the lecherous fox, it’ll dry soon.

As I stuffed the rope into the plastic bag, I saw a small puddle of clear liquid on the ground, where Mikoto’s face had been.

Shirakawa Natsu pulled out some toilet paper and wiped the floor clean. As she stood up, she noticed a small water droplet on the floor not far away, glistening under the light. It was the spot where Miyuki had quickly left.

He remained expressionless throughout, like a heartless robot vacuum cleaner.

When Miyuki came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the sofa drawing. He had been a bit lazy lately and needed to finish his work as soon as possible.

“How many chapters have you drawn?” Mikoto was still wearing that oversized T-shirt, sitting on the sofa wiping his body with a towel.

A white towel glides across fair skin, making it even more delicate after being moisturized by the water.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it and then looked away: “I’ve finished the first volume, I can take a break now.”

“Hmm.” Miyuki wiped her short hair clean, took out her laptop and started typing. Everything was the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

After Shirakawa Natsumi went to bed at night, he picked up a shopping bag containing hemp rope, sneaked out of the door, and ran to the next room to knock on Kimura Momo’s door.

He came here to rack up points; it definitely wasn’t because he saw his brother’s appearance that he got aroused.

“Mr. Xia, is there something you need from me so late?” Kimura Momo was wearing a loose nightgown, but it made her look elegant and noble.

“Come in quickly, I’ve found something interesting that you might like.” Shirakawa Natsumi took Kimura Momo’s hand and led her to sit down on the sofa, then reached out to unbutton her pajamas.

“Hmph, although I’m very curious about what interesting thing Mr. Xia is talking about,” Wood Moss Girl laughed, “but I haven’t been very available these days.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He looked down and saw that Kimura Momo had already unbuttoned her shirt and was rubbing her hands for a while.

Her refusal remained only verbal; her body did not move.

“Are you serious, or is this some weird mood?” Shirakawa Natsu asked suspiciously, pulling her pajama bottoms down from her stomach and slipping her hand inside.

Kimura Momo didn’t stop him, nor did she resist or cooperate; she simply leaned against him with a smile on her face.

Shirakawa Natsu fiddled with it for a bit, then frowned and said, “Isn’t this already ready?”

“The human body is always ready, but the mind is not,” Kimura Momo said with a smile. “If Mr. Natsu insists, I will not stop him.”

“Never mind.” Shirakawa Natsu waved his hand, pulled his fingers out, and picked up a napkin from the side to wipe them clean.

Kimura Momo and Jingu Nao had made a bet, but of course, they wouldn’t tell Shirakawa Natsu about it.

She laughed and said, “Mr. Xia must have a very interesting story to tell today.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. She glanced at her chest and saw that her unbuttoned pajamas were not buttoned up and were lying on her chest.

He couldn’t help but picture Miyuki’s delicate skin after her bath. What would it have been like if the rope hadn’t been tied outside her clothes, but directly to her skin?

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, banishing these strange thoughts from her mind, and began to tell Kimura Momo: “I have a friend.”

Although I don’t know why this lecherous fox is suddenly pretending to be innocent, I’m already here, so I might as well try to gain some goodwill.

As usual, Kimura Momo stood with her feet crossed, one of her jade-like feet dangling in the air, dazzling to the eye.

In terms of shape, Kimura Momo’s feet are the most perfect, like works of art.

Jingu Nao’s feet are small and delicate, giving her a very girlish look.

Miyuki’s feet are the most mature, like the ones some perverts on the internet often call out, “Sister, step on me.”

Shirakawa Natsu recounted everything that happened between him and Mino Shiki, then took out his phone and opened the Yellow Hair App to take a look.

The favorability rating is 49, which is a bit of a shame. If it could be put into practice, it would definitely be more than just a little higher.

“A very interesting story.” Kimura Momo was still very supportive. She propped herself up on the sofa with her hands, raised her neck, stretched like a fox, and rubbed her eyes. “It’s bedtime. Xia, you can do as you please.”

Shirakawa Natsu knew what this lecherous fox meant; her “do as you please” wasn’t the usual way of asking someone to leave.

It means exactly what it says: she’s gone to sleep, and you can do whatever you want.

If you want to pet the fox, you can hold her in your arms and sleep together. She’s very clingy when she’s asleep, and she’ll occasionally stick out her tongue and lick your neck.

Of course, you can’t wake her up by inserting it, or she’ll bite your neck, really bite.

Shirakawa Natsu tried it once and later went to the hospital to get a rabies vaccine.

He disliked sleeping with the lecherous fox because she would snore at night.

Shouldn’t goddesses be unable to poop?

“How about I give you a massage?” Shirakawa Natsu thought of the blond-haired man’s massage technique, and decided to try it out on the lecherous fox.

Kimura Momo smiled and shook her head: “Not today.”

After speaking, she looked down at his abdomen.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced down, shrugged helplessly. He had indeed made it too obvious, but there was nothing he could control.

Giving up his plan to pet the fox that night, he returned to his apartment and found that Mikoto was no longer in the living room. Her bedroom door was locked from the inside. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful.

The scene last night was so shocking.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school and saw Jingu Nao waving at him from afar at the school gate. He skipped and hopped over to her.

The surrounding area was filled with students, in groups of two or three, discussing which campus belle had cheated on her boyfriend, or which professor’s course was bizarre.

“Hey, why are you always so energetic?” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged helplessly as she linked arms with him; he was already getting used to having this girl behind him.

“Because for me, every day of the year is Valentine’s Day~” Jingu Nao swayed her arm around his: “My heart is with Natsu, so only when I’m with Natsu am I the complete Jingu Nao.”

“Seriously, how can you say such disgusting things?” Shirakawa Natsu turned her head away, another day of being teased by Jingu Nao’s cheesy pickup lines: “How can you say so many cheesy pickup lines? Do you read romance novels every night?”

“No way~” Jingu Nao stuck her tongue out at him: “When you like someone, every word they say is a love confession.”

She winked at Shirakawa Natsu as she spoke, “I won’t read romance novels at night, I’ll watch adult movies, that way I can learn a lot of things Natsu likes, yo~”

“Am I such a shallow person?” Shirakawa Natsu scoffed.

“Hehe~” Jingu Nao tiptoed and whispered a few words in his ear, while running a hand across her neck.

“Nao-kun, I suddenly feel that it’s not so bad to be a superficial person when it comes to love,” Shirakawa Natsu said earnestly.