My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"This was made by Hua Fei, have a taste," Ma Fei introduced with a smile.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up a piece, put it in her mouth and chewed: "Your cooking skills are not bad."

This comment is mostly positive, clearly indicating it was made by a beginner. Furthermore, the seasonings used are not authentic, so it can only be described as well-cooked, not burnt.

"Hmph~ This is a return gift for asking me to have shaved ice with you." Hua Fei smiled.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi didn't know whether she had gained or lost for a moment, but luckily it was pork ribs. As long as it was cooked properly, the taste wouldn't be too bad.

Aunt Mafei watched the two playfully bickering with a smile in her eyes.

night.

Shirakawa Natsumi sat on the bed, while Maki knelt on the floor, cupping her chest with both hands and massaging him.

"Auntie, I'm coming."

He was completely overwhelmed.

Auntie's breasts were the largest among the women around him, completely enveloping Xia Xia, as soft as cotton candy.

Her hands were incredibly skillful; she massaged him through his chest, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him like ocean water.

The aunt would occasionally stick out her tongue, her mature and charming eyes looking at him with a woman's unique spring-like allure.

The body and eyes worked together perfectly.

For Shirakawa Natsumi, it was like being attacked both physically and mentally. Before long, he trembled all over, as if all his strength had been drained.

Aunt Mafei smiled and continued to press with her hands without letting go. After Xia Xia stopped, she gently massaged him with both hands, squeezing him completely clean.

Then he got up from the floor and lay on his side on the bed.

"Auntie, you're so beautiful." Shirakawa Natsumi parted the auntie's chest with her hands, looking at the filth that stained the snow-white skin in the middle. No wonder some perverts like to put it on women's chests.

In terms of visual effects, it's absolutely stunning.

I am a pervert.

"Hmph~." Ma Fei smiled, holding his hand: "Who's prettier, me or Fei Hua?"

"?" Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered, snapping out of her reverie. What was this about death? She met her aunt's smiling eyes.

In terms of looks, both mother and daughter are beauties.

The difference is that Auntie leans more towards mature and charming, while Hua Fei leans more towards a mature and sophisticated woman.

"Haha." Seeing his bewildered expression, Ma Fei burst into laughter, her chest heaving with each laugh. "Sorry, Xia, they always ask these kinds of questions on TV in situations like this. It's really funny~"

"Hmph... Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu's lips twitched; his heart had clenched for a moment just now.

It's like being caught doing something wrong.

After a shift in his mindset, he shook his head inwardly.

He and Hua Fei are completely innocent, so why should he be nervous?

"Watching you and Huafei play together gives me a sense of time warp." Mafei stroked his cheek with her hand: "If we had met at the same age, would we have gotten together?"

“Of course, there’s no doubt about that.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out and pulled the aunt’s smooth, delicate body into his arms. “No matter where we meet, what our identities are, or what our ages are, there is only one thing that is certain: I will fall in love with you.”

At that moment, he pictured himself going to school with Aunt Mahi, the young aunt looking exactly like Hanahi.

Chapter 644 Complex Emotions

"Mmm." Ma Fei patted Shirakawa Natsu's head, tilted her head back, kissed his lips, stuck out her tongue, pushed aside his teeth, and entered his mouth.

Shirakawa Natsu felt his aunt's tongue stirring in his mouth, guiding his tongue to make a tender, lingering friction.

Men are usually the ones who take the initiative in kissing.

But being led by a mature woman is a different kind of experience.

As he enjoyed himself, he reached out and put his arm around the aunt's slender waist, savoring her smooth body, and the two of them lay down on the bed.

Consort Ma raised her head, tucked her long hair behind her ear, and smiled: "Xia, would you like to move today?"

"I want to lie down." Shirakawa Natsu placed her hands on her aunt's buttocks, hugging her from both sides, her fingers seemingly digging into her flesh.

"Okay." Ma Fei placed her hand on his chest, pressed him down on the bed, and began to move gently.

Shirakawa Natsu closed her eyes, and all she had to do was enjoy the whole process, maximizing her experience.

I've been doing this with my aunt every day these days.

Since it's difficult to conceive, I can only rely on quantity, so now I fill the aunt's bladder almost every day.

Time comes the next day.

Shirakawa Natsu was processing documents in the Yamagishi Entertainment office, while Kazama Rina stood beside him, her gaze fixed on his face.

"Is there something strange about me?"

Shirakawa Natsu pointed to his face; he felt that Kazama Rina's eyes looked different today.

“Natsu-kun looks great.” Kazama Rina leaned against her desk, her tight-fitting uniform accentuating her curvaceous figure. “She’s like a completely different person from a few days ago.”

"Ah, really?" Shirakawa Natsu pointed to himself, his mind filled with images of Hana taking him to see the sea and eating bizarre cuisine.

It must be said that when people are in a dead end, they can often be saved by being taken to a different environment.

"It must be the girl that Natsu-kun likes." Kazama Rina's tone was tinged with jealousy; Shirakawa Natsu hadn't touched her since he came back.

It seems like I've been cured now, but it has nothing to do with her; this feeling is very complicated.

“Of course not.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: “They’re just friends.”

He can't exactly say it's his stepdaughter, can he?

"It's okay~ I don't mind." Kazama Rina took his hand, placed it on her body, and guided his hand upwards: "I'm wearing a tank top today~"

“You…” Shirakawa Natsu sighed helplessly. She could tell that Kazama Rina was out of control in every sense of the word, but she did realize that she had indeed made her lonely for quite a while.

He patted the desk: "Come sit down."

"Hehe~ Okay." Kazama Rina looked delighted, placed her hand on the side, and sat lightly on the desk.

She took off her short skirt but not her high heels, and was still wearing her uniform, with only a pair of stockings on her lower body.

Her face turned bright red, and she avoided looking at Shirakawa Natsumi, her gaze darting away.

I want to take it a step further and do something bolder, but I'm also very shy.

This is Rina Kazama.

"I'm here." Shirakawa Natsu lifted her up with both hands, feeling a strong wetness, and suddenly found it funny: "Senior, I haven't even started yet, how come you're already like this?"

"Stop talking!" Kazama Rina covered her face with her hands, her cheeks flushed red, and she dared not look at him.

"No way." Shirakawa Natsu found it amusing and hoisted her long legs onto his shoulder. "I'm not moving unless you tell me."

“You…” Kazama Rina spread her fingers, looked at him with her big, dark eyes pleading, her eyes filled with shyness and a mix of emotions, and even a little mist.

Shirakawa Natsu remained unmoved, simply rubbing her face against the fabric through the outside with a grin. Because it was a lace design, the color clearly showed that it was already wet.

"I... I get very emotional when I think of Natsu-kun." Kazama Rina covered her eyes tightly with both hands to hide her embarrassment.

"Have you been generating your own electricity these past few months?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with a smile.

"I..." Rina Kazama gritted her teeth: "Yes..."

"How many times?" Shirakawa Natsu asked again.

"I don't remember." Kazama Rina went from covering her face with her hands to covering her face with her arms, which just made her look extremely embarrassed.

"Let me see." Shirakawa Natsu found it amusing, so he put her feet back on the desk and stopped moving.

Rina Kazama waited a while, and seeing that he really didn't make any further moves, she loosened her grip a little, as if she was about to drop the little pearl.

Shirakawa Natsu continued to look at her.

Kazama Rina's eyes were filled with resentment as she spread her legs, her high heels landing on the desk.

She stretched her hands out from her thighs and, in front of Shirakawa Natsu, used her fingers to tug at the lace.

"Isn't it pretty pink and cute?" Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"..." Kazama Rina closed her eyes, her two fingers flying, feeling more and more aggrieved. When the man wasn't around, she generated her own electricity, and now that he's here, she still has to generate her own electricity.

Shirakawa Natsu only watched for a while before standing up and fulfilling her dream.

"Ouch, that hurts..." Kazama Rina exclaimed.

"Sigh, you're really bad at it but love to play around." Shirakawa Natsu concluded that Kazama Rina's tolerance was the lowest among the women around him.

Her body is exceptionally delicate, the kind that seems like it could break with the slightest force.

And it's also very shallow.

However, after he opened it a few times, it slowly turned into his shape.

The two of them worked on it in the office for an hour.

Rina Kazama slumped on her desk, her body shifting occasionally.

Shirakawa Natsu hugged her as if she were a beautiful rag doll.

"Ugh, so bad."

night.

Shirakawa Natsu returned home and, as soon as she entered, saw Hanahi carrying a cup of coffee as she came out of the kitchen: "You look great."

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. “Thanks to you, we were almost in a dead end. Changing our perspective made things much better.”

"That's impressive." Hua Fei picked up her coffee. "You're becoming more and more like a mature man."

She smiled and went back to her room.

Looking at her smile, Shirakawa Natsumi realized that for a moment, her smile overlapped with that of the aunt, and in that instant, he had a strong illusion that he was dating a young aunt.

After getting home from get off work, I shared my joy of success with my wife and was praised by her.

"Damn, what am I thinking?" Shirakawa Natsu shook her head frantically, covering her face with her hands: "Anyone would feel happy to be treated so gently."

The image of Hua Fei's smile gradually overlapped with that of his aunt in his mind.

"I won't do it to her..."

Shirakawa Natsu is certain that his feelings for Hanabi are different from his previous loves, simply because Hanabi has been by his side helping and encouraging him all this time.

"Speaking of which, what if I dated her?"

The question suddenly popped into Shirakawa Natsu’s mind, but as soon as it appeared, it was slapped across the face.

There's no way I can explain this to anyone.

"I can't let this strange feeling get any worse. I'd better avoid Huafei."

"Why are you still standing at the door?" Hua Fei came out of the room holding a cassette tape. "Want to come play?"

"I still have some work to do." Shirakawa Natsu waved the file bag in her hand and fled back to her room as if she were escaping.

Chapter 645 Her Feelings

"Have you been avoiding that girl, Hua Fei, lately?" Ma Fei lay on her side next to him, her finger lightly flicking Xia Xia's skin.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu's eyes flashed with embarrassment. He had indeed been deliberately maintaining a normal social distance from Hanahi recently, but to say that he was avoiding her would be an exaggeration.

The two had been inseparable for a while, but suddenly they became more distant, making it seem as if their relationship had suddenly become estranged.

"I didn't avoid her, but I felt that since she's my aunt's daughter, I should keep a proper distance."

After thinking it over, Shirakawa Natsumi decided to confront her aunt.

Otherwise, every time, he would feel a strange sense of guilt about having an affair.

Besides, given Auntie's meticulous nature, it would be almost impossible for her to keep it a secret.

"Hmph~" Ma Fei chuckled, her fingers gently massaging Xia Xia's hands: "So I can assume that Xia Xia mistook Hua Fei for a woman, is that right?"

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered. What kind of questions were these about death?

Especially when Xia was being held in her aunt's hands.