Puppet Brothers
The light behind the door was particularly striking in the dark corridor, like a young girl dressed in an adult black veil, sitting on the ground, wiggling her toes, inviting you to explore the secrets that lay beyond.
Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched; at that time, just like now.
Reality isn’t a movie; there aren’t that many coincidences.
The last time my brother forgot to close the door, we could say it was an accident. But the same thing happened twice, there’s only one explanation.
It was Miyuki who did it on purpose.
Shirakawa Natsuya also knew that many times, when people do things subconsciously, they don’t do so with a specific purpose in mind.
But deep down, I’m hoping for something.
Just like when he occasionally walks home at night, he subconsciously walks into an alley, hoping that a beautiful, well-built perverted older woman will run out and pull down his pants.
What is Miyuki yearning for in her heart?
Shirakawa Natsumi swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound in her throat.
He carefully moved his feet and quietly walked behind the door, one eye hidden in the crack.
The room was brightly lit with the lights on.
Mi no Shiki lay naked on the bed with her eyes closed and her hands on her abdomen.
Her smooth abdomen, supple waist, and long, beautiful legs exude a captivating beauty.
Her figure was the most athletic and curvaceous of all the women Shirakawa Natsu had ever seen.
Like ancient Greek craftsmen, meticulously sculpting the curves of the imagined perfect goddess.
“What is she doing?” Shirakawa Natsu’s eye peeked through the crack in the door, glancing over her brother’s skin.
Unlike the last time it generated electricity, this time Mikoto was very quiet, like a lifeless doll that could be manipulated, lying there quietly, or like Sleeping Beauty, waiting for the prince to give her a kiss.
Shirakawa Natsu doesn’t think Miyuki is Sleeping Beauty; reality isn’t a fairy tale.
Soon, he discovered something that belonged to an adult: a hemp rope was placed next to Miyuki.
Her chest, I don’t know when it started, began to bulge.
The intense visual stimulation made him feel a surge of heat in his body.
He placed his hand on the doorknob and gently pushed it in, the door making a slight creaking sound.
Shirakawa Natsu’s heart was pounding rapidly, making a continuous “thump-thump” sound, which he felt was even louder than the sound coming from the door.
The door was already pushed open a crack, just enough for him to get in.
Miyuki remained lying on the bed, without even moving, as if she had become a real doll.
Shirakawa Natsumi desperately suppressed her racing heartbeat and carefully took a step into the room.
He didn’t know why he was doing this, but he knew that once he went inside, there would be a secret between them, in addition to the brotherly bond. He didn’t know if it would ruin their friendship.
These are all things for the future.
The unique understanding between the two allowed him to know what his brother was thinking.
He slowly walked to the bedside and placed his hand on his brother’s abdomen, which was flat, smooth, and still had some definition.
He then looked at the hemp rope lying quietly beside him and reached out to hold it in his hand.
Shirakawa Natsu’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it could jump out of his throat. He could feel that Miyuki, who was lying on the bed, was also having a rapid heartbeat, and the two seemed to be gradually getting into the same rhythm.
He raised Miyuki’s hands as if he were fiddling with a beautiful doll.
Then, the hemp rope was passed through the armpits above the chest and wrapped around the back twice. The rope was tightened, pressing a dent into the upper part of the chest.
Then, the rope is wrapped around the front, passing under the chest, and then around the back twice. The rope is then separated and passed from both sides to the middle of the chest, and finally tied into a slipknot at the back.
With a sudden, forceful pull, Mikoto’s body shifted slightly as the rope tightened around her chest.
After tying up his upper body, he passed the rope down from behind, between his feet, with the thread tied around his pubic bone, then around his waist, and finally around his waist twice more before securing it.
Don’t ask him why he’s so skilled; he originally planned to tie up a seductive fox, so he read the instructions carefully.
Moreover, this kind of thing mainly requires the cooperation of the person being tied up. Mikoto is now a beautiful but lifeless doll, and her cooperation makes people unable to resist doing some excessive things.
Shirakawa Natsu raised her head to admire her masterpiece. From the front, the rope cleverly supported the pressure on her chest entirely on her neck, while her lower body was in a Y shape. With just a little force, the line passing through her feet would rub against her tailbone.
The hemp rope tightened at both ends, leaving unique marks on Mino Shiki’s fair skin.
“Huff, huff.” Shirakawa Natsu’s breathing was heavy. Tying up was hard work, requiring both strength and skill.
Of course, the most important thing is whether Miyuki can play the role of an adult doll well.
At this moment, she was no longer a brother, nor a human being, but merely an adult doll to be manipulated by others.
“It’s too arousing.” Shirakawa Natsu looked away. He didn’t want to lie to himself. After all that, it wouldn’t make sense for him to fall asleep.
This is an unspoken understanding; Miyuki is currently playing the role of a puppet, so they are not brothers at the moment.
Then he can do whatever he wants without worrying.
Tomorrow, everything will return to normal.
Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but turn her gaze back. Her lower body was restrained by a rope, but her small mouth was tightly closed.
If it’s just about opening the mouth, that should be enough, right?
He reached out and pressed his hand against his lips, his fingers passing through his lips and touching his teeth.
Mi no Shi did not open her mouth.
Even rubbing teeth together is acceptable; perhaps just watching it is visually impactful enough.
The feeling of the rope sinking into my skin, the feeling of it tightly binding my body, and the faint, alluring scent in the air.
The rope was tightened so that the body was slightly deformed, and it acted like a guideline, highlighting all the rough areas and making everything clearly visible.
He pulled out a few sheets of toilet paper from the side.
A few minutes later, he returned to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and slept soundly that night.
The next morning, Shirakawa Natsu was making breakfast in the kitchen, putting fried eggs and ham on a plate and pouring two glasses of milk.
Miyuki came out of the room. Today she was wearing a turtleneck T-shirt, the collar of which covered her neck.
“Breakfast is ready. Would you like some ketchup?” Shirakawa Natsu asked as usual.
“No need,” Mikoto replied in his usual indifferent tone, pulling out a chair, sitting down, and taking a sip of milk.
Everything was the same as before; what happened in the room last night was just a dream.
“Mm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded and sat down opposite her. His eyes glanced at the collar of her neck, where only upon close inspection could one see a faint bulge.
After finishing his fried egg, he suddenly said, “It’s the weekend today, and I’m planning to visit Kanna Hojo’s house. Her mother told her to stay home and rest, but since she’s a friend, it would be impolite not to go.”
The mission description is: “When Kanna Hojo is sad, perform the Blonde Hair Massage Technique on her inner thigh without her being noticed, and encourage her to regain her confidence.”
There are a few key points here. First, it needs to be done when she is sad. Second, it cannot be discovered afterward. Third, it requires encouragement.
These requirements may seem complicated, but they are not contradictory.
The core idea is very clear: be a kind-hearted blond guy who comforts and encourages women when they are sad, and helps them get back together with their boyfriends, only making some minor pushes along the way.
If blondies have factions, this type must belong to the good and lawful faction.
He originally didn’t plan to go to Kanna Hojo’s house, as it was under surveillance and her mother, Maki Hojo, was a police officer.
This lady has a large chest, but the gun on her waist is also very large. If she were caught secretly messing with her daughter, she would really pull out the gun and “bibi” him.
But Kanna Hojo is clearly going through a heartbreaking period due to the system’s demands.
There’s still a copy of the CD in Inagawa Hanahi’s hands, and no one can guarantee she won’t give it to her sister.
If we just wait around, and after a few more days she comes to her senses and stops loving Miyuki, wouldn’t the mission fall apart?
After weighing the pros and cons, Shirakawa Natsu decided to visit Hojo Kanna.
The task isn’t urgent for now; we need to keep her calm and not let her give up on love.
When Miyuki heard that Shirakawa Natsu had gone to Hojo Kanna’s house, he stiffened for a moment, then looked up and said, “Let’s go together. I should go see her too. Our… relationship isn’t officially over yet.”
“Um…” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Miyuki out of the corner of her eye, and that made sense.
But bro, you’re wearing hemp rope inside your clothes, and you’re going to see your girlfriend.
Shirakawa Natsumi originally thought that she hadn’t solved it because it was the weekend, and planned to stay home for a day and then find some time to solve it herself.
If he wasn’t mistaken, even if he hadn’t tied it particularly tightly yesterday, he had just moved around a little more.
The three parts of Miyuki’s body would be tightened, as if constantly reminding her that she was a lewd woman.
This is too… exciting, or rather, bro, your purity is too high.
“I’m going to my room to change my clothes.” After finishing breakfast, Miyuki stood up and turned to go back to her room.
“Oh.” A hint of disappointment flashed across Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes. Miyuki was dressed perfectly fine. If she said she was going to her room to change, she was obviously going to untie the ropes binding her inside.
“Ding-dong.” The doorbell suddenly rang at the door.
“Strange, who is it at this time?” Shirakawa Natsu got up to open the door.
Jingu Nao, carrying a shopping bag and with her hands behind her back, looked at him with a grin: “Natsu, I’ve come to play with you~”
Before Bai Chuanxia could answer, she pushed off with both feet, and her black silk-clad feet easily slid out of her small leather boots.
She grinned and slipped past Shirakawa Natsu, just in time to see Miyuki preparing to go upstairs. A strange look flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she immediately greeted her with a smile, “Miyuki-neechan, I missed you so much~”
“Hey, you, come here.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly grabbed her collar from behind, afraid that she would disturb Miyuki’s changing clothes: “Today I’m going to see Hojo Kanna with Miyuki, so don’t come and cause trouble.”
“Oh, okay~ Let’s go together then~” Jingu Nao easily shook off him, skipped over to Minozaki’s side, and hugged her arm: “Natsu dislikes me, but today I’m going to date Minozaki-neechan~”
“You better stop this!” Shirakawa Natsumi ran over and grabbed her.
Things started to get strange after Jingu Nao appeared.
Jingu Nao launched into a series of unreasonable and disruptive arguments.
By the time Shirakawa Natsu came to her senses, the three of them were already sitting in the jeep.
He had only one question in his mind: Is there a traffic rule that forbids tying ropes inside clothing while driving?
