Chapter 97

Once the thought popped into Shirakawa Natsu’s mind, her head started to wander uncontrollably.

If you can do it with your feet, then wouldn’t you be able to use any prop and do whatever you want?

“No, we need to find someone to try it out.” Shirakawa Natsu felt that thinking so much was less effective than just putting it into practice.

He got off the tram and walked alone towards his apartment. There weren’t many people on the street, and the roadside shops were still covered with various advertisements, hoping that passersby would stop and take a look.

Compared to photography, Shirakawa Natsu prefers blonde massage techniques.

The skills offered by the Huangmao APP are not skills in the conventional sense.

For example, the photography can only be used for candid shots, and the style is very rough, with strange movie special effects.

He can’t very well use this skill to enter the action movie industry.

In comparison, Huang Mao’s massage skills mean he can work at a massage parlor in the future, earning some extra money. And when he pleases his woman and says, “You are all my wings,” he won’t get beaten to death.

Shirakawa Natsu opened the Yellow Hair APP to check her status.

Points: 71.

Hairstyle: Chic, tousled blonde hair (Increases affection by 10 for married women.)

Skills: Photography (Beginner), Yellow Hair Massage Technique (Beginner)

Props: None.

Status: Healthy Minotaur heart.

He felt like when he was playing a mobile game, he would open the game screen and just stare at the paper doll-like wife on the screen and grin like an idiot.

Without a doubt, once the mission refreshes and you’ve collected 100 points, you can exchange them for another powerful Minotaur kidney.

I don’t know if the power here is legitimate or not.

The first thing I did after getting a kidney transplant was to make the lecherous fox moan.

Then upgrade these skills one by one. When the Yellow Hair Massage Technique is upgraded to the intermediate level, it will have even more powerful functions.

As Shirakawa Natsu walked, her mind was filled with thoughts of her future happy life.

“Hello, sir.” A clear female voice sounded beside him, bringing him back to reality from his reverie.

Shirakawa Natsu turned around and paused for a moment. The woman was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an ordinary appearance but a good figure.

What’s most eye-catching is her black tight-fitting leather outfit and high heels that are at least ten centimeters high.

It’s not the kind of proper leather jacket that Mikoto usually wears, but the kind that often appears in risqué movies.

A pair of thighs clad in fishnet stockings were revealed at the bottom of the triangular hem.

She held a black whip in one hand and a stack of leaflets in the other.

Despite her ordinary appearance, she possessed a unique charm when dressed like this, as evidenced by the fact that passersby were turning their heads to steal glances at her.

Shirakawa Natsumi racked her brains, making sure she hadn’t seen her before: “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Sir, don’t you remember me?” The woman smiled and handed over a flyer. “We met last night! Your girlfriend is very beautiful. Welcome to visit us again.”

After she finished speaking, she gave Shirakawa Natsumi a thumbs-up, then turned around and clung to another passerby, a young man wearing glasses. When he saw the older woman dressed like this, his face flushed red.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her gaze back to the colorful flyer in her hand: “10th Anniversary Celebration, all props are 20% off.”

The shop address is below; it’s not far from the apartment building.

Shirakawa Natsu immediately remembered that this was the adult store he and Miyuki had visited the previous night.

The woman from earlier was the waitress who paid his bill.

Today they’re out soliciting customers.

“Tch.” Shirakawa Natsumi scoffed. “Why would a normal person go shopping just because something like this is on sale? Even a dog wouldn’t buy it.”

…

“Hello, thank you for your patronage. Here is your membership card and receipt. Please keep them safe.” The saleswoman bowed politely to him and then handed him a packaged plastic bag.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t say anything, took the plastic bag, and turned to leave.

Because of the anniversary sale, the store was crowded with people, but thankfully everyone was very low-key.

He quickly made his way through the crowd toward the apartment, glancing at the black shopping bag.

There was a hemp rope inside.

Shirakawa Natsumi muttered to herself, “I wonder if the selling point mentioned in the introduction, that it’s specially treated and won’t damage the skin, is true.”

When she woke up this morning, there were still obvious marks on Mikoto’s neck, which made her wear a turtleneck sweater in the hot weather.

Shirakawa Natsu bought this, of course not intending to use it on her brother. Last night was just an accident, and it won’t happen again.

The rope is used to tie up the slutty fox. If you can poke the slutty fox’s clitoris, you can increase her favorability.

He went to great lengths to make Kimura-sensei comfortable.

With Kimura Momo’s stunning beauty, the image of her with her hands tied behind her back with rope might be quite artistic.

He had just returned to his apartment and was taking off his slippers when his phone rang. It was Nao Jingu calling.

He casually placed the plastic bag in the entryway and answered the phone.

Waseda University, Law Department, in a private office.

The female teacher, dressed in a tight-fitting business suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, adjusted her glasses and said to Mikoto standing in front of her, “Mikoto, it seems you have a lot of prejudice against my course, as you haven’t submitted your report yet.”

“I’m sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to these days.” Mikoto still had a cold expression, shook his head, but could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.

“Is it a private matter?” The female teacher tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand. “It must be some other woman again.”

“…” Mi no Shi remained silent.

The female teacher reached out and wrapped her arms around Mikoto’s slender waist from both sides: “If you have anything bothering you, you can tell me. Seeing that you’re not in a good mood, even though we broke up, it still hurts me. Judging from your expression, you’re not satisfied, are you? Have your girlfriends been really bad lately?”

“No need.” Miyuki pulled her hands away. “I’m sorry, I’ll hand in the report soon. Thank you for your concern, teacher.”

After she finished speaking, she turned around, pushed open the door, and left the office.

The female teacher crossed her legs and shrugged: “How heartless. Did you date me just to trick me into giving you free tutoring? My skills are actually quite good too.”

As Miyuki came out of the office, she rubbed her temples. She had been in a bad state these past few days because of Hojo Kanna’s situation, and she had also been suffering from insomnia last night. She could feel that her mental state was very poor.

“Hi, Miyuki.” A mature beauty with long black hair stood behind Miyuki, waving and greeting her with a smile.

Miyu turned around and saw who it was: “Class monitor, what’s the matter?”

“Hehe, even though we’ve broken up, there’s no need to be so cold.” The mature beauty chuckled and leaned closer. “You were called to the teacher’s office because of the report, right? I can borrow your notes.”

“Thank you.” Miyuki nodded, knowing that she needed detailed notes to complete the report.

The class monitor in front of her was not only beautiful, but also an academic superstar, which was exactly what she needed right now.

“Your attitude changed so quickly.” The female class monitor waved her hand. “I even suspect that you only dated me before just to borrow my notes.”

After she finished speaking, she leaned closer to Mikoto and looked up: “But borrowing my notebook isn’t that simple. Mikoto-kun could consider sleeping with me once, or treating me to my favorite dessert from our past dates. You’ll have to satisfy either my feelings or my body.”

At the Waseda University dessert shop, after Miyuki entered, the girls eating sweets around her would glance over every now and then.

Without glancing at anyone else, Miyuki used her phone to take pictures of each page of the notebook in front of her.

The female class monitor sat opposite her, put a piece of cream into her mouth with a spoon, slowly put the spoon down, and said with a serious expression, “Mi no Kumi…”

Without looking up, Miyuki said, “We loved each other, but we will never get back together.”

“…” The female class monitor’s lips twitched, and after a long while, she gave a bitter smile: “You’re really skilled.”

“Mm.” Miyuki nodded and took the photos seriously.

The female class monitor rested her chin on her hands, looking at her handsome face and serious expression: “You will take the bar exam and become a judge, right?”

“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded: “It will take a long time to become a judge.”

“Miyuki will definitely succeed.” The female class monitor turned her head and said, “Just imagine how handsome you would look in your judicial uniform.”

Mikoto was stunned. Suddenly, an image appeared in her mind: she was wearing a uniform that symbolized fairness and justice, standing dignifiedly in front of the prisoner.

However, no one knew that beneath the uniform, around the neck, was a dark brown collar.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she shook her head violently, banishing the terrible idea from her head.

“Miyuki, what’s wrong?” The female class monitor leaned closer curiously and asked in surprise, “Your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s nothing.” Miyuki waved her hand, trying to calm herself down and regain her original cold demeanor.

“I’m so envious.” The female class monitor’s tone suddenly turned melancholy as she looked intently at Miyuki’s face. “I never thought that one day you would meet someone who would make you blush. Even though you always had an unyielding sadness on your face when you were dating me.”

Miyuki was taken aback and frowned as he looked at her.

“Why that expression? Did I say something wrong?” the female class monitor asked curiously. “Miyuki, the expression you just made was definitely something you’d only show when you’re thinking about someone you like.”

Mi Zhi Shi didn’t speak; she didn’t remember what the female class monitor said afterward.

After taking photos of the notes, she returned to her apartment. The sun had already set, and the red sunset bathed the earth in its glow, draping everything in red.

Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry; they all had their own things to do. This era is too rushed; no one will stop.

As Miyuki passed by the adult store from yesterday, a woman in a tight leather jacket was handing out promotional posters to passersby.

She glanced at it briefly, then immediately looked away and went straight back to her apartment.

Everything here remained unchanged. After entering the elevator, she didn’t press the twelfth floor, but instead pressed the eleventh floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Miyuki stepped out, turned around and entered the staircase. Holding onto the railing, she walked up step by step, then slowly closed her eyes, gradually let go of the railing, and carefully stepped on each step.