Should I Try to Win Over My Brother?

“Natsu, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.” Hashimoto Arina reached her hands under Shirakawa Natsu’s armpits, placed them on the back of his head, and pulled him close to her chest, tears streaming down her face again.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her face against the soft, sweet flesh, feeling a sense of healing. Why would anyone want to be so direct with something so sacred? Could it be that it produces a strange, blasphemous pleasure? “Ayana-nee, give me two years. By then, I will tell the whole world, and we will stay together forever.”

The two hugged for a while, then lifted their heads from her embrace. Under her questioning gaze, he took an envelope from his backpack and handed it to Hashimoto Arina: “Arina-nee, this is a gift for you.”

Hashimoto Arina was taken aback. She opened the envelope, took out the admission invitation, and covered her mouth with one hand when she saw her name on it. Her expression gradually turned to shock. “When we went to the aquarium, Arina-nee said she didn’t like those fish trapped in glass exhibits.” Shirakawa Natsumi said, “I don’t want to become an exhibit that confines Arina-nee either. At least this time, I want to help Arina-nee.”

Hashimoto Arina placed the invitation in an envelope and gently shook her head: “If it’s a window made of love, then there’s only happiness inside.”

“But…” Shirakawa Natsu’s lips twitched, “The money has already been spent, and these kinds of invitations can’t be resold or refunded.”

After he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in Hashimoto Arina’s previously resolute expression.

Is this what they mean by love eventually being mixed with the mundane realities of daily life? Shirakawa Natsu added fuel to the fire: “And Silver Fox and I agreed on a two-year timeframe.”

He meant that dating a pretty animal-eared girl and cheating on her would make her sad.

Hashimoto Arina’s understanding was that humans would experience immense psychological pressure from interacting with a talking fox, and she didn’t want to see it.

Her eyes reddened again, and she hugged Shirakawa Natsu tightly: “I’m sorry. I was powerless to help you when you needed it the most. I’m the adult.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsu was quite confused. He leaned close to Hashimoto Arina’s ear and said, “Please, Arina-nee, grant me a dream.”

After hearing this, Hashimoto Arina blushed, tears streaming down her face, and she looked at him with a reproachful gaze.

After being looked at by Shirakawa Natsu with a smile, she finally stopped crying and smiled, blushing as she reached out and pulled the two straps on her shoulders to the sides, letting them slide down her shoulders to reveal her upper body skin, which was only covered by underwear.

“Spectacular.” No matter how many times Shirakawa Natsumi saw it, she couldn’t help but exclaim in her heart.

“Don’t look.” Hashimoto Arina blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, but given her size, this gesture only had a psychological effect.

With a blush on her face, she tucked the long hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear with her other hand, knelt on the hotel cushions, and lowered her head.

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but hum, stroking her long hair with her hand. Youcai-nee is much better than Miyuki.

It’s more of a psychological enjoyment. Youcai takes care of me like an older sister. My face turns red, and I glance up at him every now and then before looking down again. My hand is on your fair shoulder, feeling your smooth skin.

The visual effect is excellent, and most importantly, you don’t have to worry about getting scratched by the little tiger teeth.

That night, the two went through a lot together.

Driven by a spirit of inquiry, Shirakawa Natsumoto conducted numerous experiments, some of which proved his long-held suspicions.

With Sister Cai’s chest, there’s no need to go from bottom to top; she can truly be straightforward.

There are also many places that you can’t get into without prior preparation.

Indeed, only through practice can one have the right to speak.

The next day, Hashimoto Arina took him to the hospital early in the morning and personally conducted experiments on him to prove that his heart had really recovered. She then cried for a long time.

Even if you try to stop her from crying, she can’t stop herself from crying while you’re trying to stop her.

Arina Hashimoto ultimately chose to study art in France for two years, giving up her apartment in Tokyo.

She chose to move into the master bedroom of Shirakawa Natsu’s apartment and become the mistress of the apartment.

After Shirakawa Natsumi showed signs of recovery, Hashimoto Arina wore an unprecedentedly relaxed smile every day.

Hashimoto Arina took Shirakawa Natsu on a tour of all the places she had lived in since childhood, including the elementary school, middle school, and university she had attended.

She recounted her 26 years of life experiences to Shirakawa Natsu, bit by bit.

“I wish time could stay like this forever.” Hashimoto Arina lay in his arms.

“No, the future is still long.” Shirakawa Natsu hugged her tightly. “We will have many, many more memories that belong to just the two of us, and then when we are old, we will tell them to our children.”

“It’s a date.” Hashimoto Arina held up her finger, wearing the silver ring that Shirakawa Natsu had given her on her middle finger.

“It’s a date.” Shirakawa Natsuya also took her hand.

A month later, Shirakawa Natsu saw Hashimoto Arina off at the airport. The two looked more like a younger brother seeing off his older sister than a couple seeing each other off.

Before the plane took off, the two went to the restroom together.

Hashimoto Arina carried his things inside her body. As she boarded the plane, her eyes were red, and she waved goodbye to him with a smile as bright as a little sun.

Just like in that small hospital room, every time she left, she would wave to him and say, “See you tomorrow.”

Shirakawa Natsu stood still, watching the plane take off through the glass window.

As expected, as long as there is love, even someone like me who is obsessed with sheer black stockings can accept sheer flesh-colored stockings.

After returning from the international airport, Shirakawa Natsu officially began her health regimen.

I go for a walk every morning, pay attention to my diet, read in the morning, draw comics in the afternoon, and submit applications to various universities in the evening. I go to bed promptly at 10 o’clock every night and make sure I get 8 hours of sleep every day.

Miyuki officially moved in seven days after Hashimoto Arina left, choosing the room next to hers.

Shirakawa Natsu realized he’d been tricked; his best friend had promised not to wear clothes after the shower, but he’d gone back on his word.

Miyuki sat on the sofa with a laptop on her feet. Her medium-length hair was tied up at the back of her head. She wore an oversized white cotton T-shirt with the neckline tilted to one side, revealing her right shoulder.

Tiny water droplets, left from a recent shower, cling to fair skin, making it appear dewy and radiant.

Her chest wasn’t large, but it was firm enough that her T-shirt seemed to float, making it quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Two long, slender legs extend from the hem of the T-shirt, rivaling those of models on the runway, causing the hem of the shirt to only reach the upper thighs, making it look as if they are not wearing anything at all.

I hate this kind of deceptive clothing the most.

“Is something the matter?” Mikoto noticed his gaze, frowned and looked over, casually shifting the position of her crossed legs.

Shirakawa Natsu was positioned perfectly to see, and after glancing over, realized she wasn’t wearing anything, so it was fine.

“I feel like I’m being followed.” Shirakawa Natsu got up and sat on the other side of the sofa, next to her. The spot where she sat just now always made her curiously look under her brother’s T-shirt, which felt even more perverted.

Upon hearing this, Miyuki closed her notebook, frowned, and looked over: “When did this start?”

“I can’t say for sure.” Shirakawa Natsu lowered her head and thought: “I don’t know when it started, but when I went out for a walk this morning, I felt like someone was following me. I also seemed to vaguely hear the ‘click’ sound of taking pictures, but when I turned around, I didn’t see anything.”

There was once a photographer in Donggu who secretly photographed women on the subway and won a photography award, causing a public outcry.

After being sued, Dongguo’s photography equipment could no longer be switched to silent mode by default, forever branding them with shame by those who enjoy taking secret photos.

Miyuki frowned and thought for a moment before saying, “I’ll follow behind you tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded gratefully. My brother is awesome.

“I’m going to sleep.” Miyuki stood up from the sofa, holding her laptop, and went to her room.

Shirakawa Natsumi somewhat understands why this playboy, despite his promiscuous lifestyle, constant stream of girlfriends, and utterly ruined reputation, still manages to attract respectable women willingly.

Aside from the fact that he has a charming way of speaking, the other 70% is because he gives people a sense of security.

Women care a lot about this.

Of course, 90 points also depend on appearance. After all, being ugly gives people a sense of security, which becomes a subtle compliment.

Shirakawa Natsu sat on the sofa, opened the Yellow Hair APP, and saw the familiar UI, with the main page still empty.

He had opened it countless times, just like when playing a mobile game, even after you’ve used up all your stamina, you’ll still click to look at your virtual wife.

Should we upload Miyuki’s photo?

Shirakawa Natsumi began to seriously consider this possibility: the “love” rating used by the Yellow Hair App might not necessarily be romantic love.

Then he and Miyuki will also be recognized, and given their relationship, they are likely to be maxed out directly, thus getting 100 points for free.

However, there is a huge hidden danger: if the friendship between the two is not at 100 but at 90, then it will be very awkward.

Friendship, unlike love, doesn’t suddenly increase when you feel comfortable with it.

Although it has been tested, it can be transformed into other emotions, such as turning Miyuki gay and increasing love points.

But who knows how much of a romantic relationship friendship can turn into, and the idea of ​​”brotherhood” just feels weird.

“Never mind for now.” Shirakawa Natsu closed the app. Unlike those other systems, the yellow-haired app didn’t force him to complete tasks.

He decided to wait and first complete a few easy 60-point runs as planned, and then take his brother’s points once he obtained powerful enough items.

Of course, it’s about building up friendship points.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu went out for a walk as usual, with Miyuki, dressed in sportswear and with his head covered by a hood, following not far behind.

With her by his side, Shirakawa Natsumi couldn’t tell whether anyone else was following him.

My morning run ended as usual.

He had only been back in his apartment for a few minutes when Miyuki came in.

“Nothing was found.” Miki shook her head. “It’s the weekend, I’ll check again on Monday.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback: “Do stalkers start having weekends off now?”

Miyuki gave him a look as if he were an idiot: “I have a date this weekend, I don’t have time to watch with you.”

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t go out over the weekend; he stayed home to submit his college applications. If the person he was following was a pretty older woman, even if she was a pervert, he would only ask her what position she liked, and I would get into position.

However, if you find yourself being followed in real life, it’s highly likely that you’re being stalked by robbers who want to steal your money and kill you.