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

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She winked at Shirakawa Natsu and stuck out her tongue: "The third option."

Her toes were already touching between Shirakawa Natsu's legs, and she skillfully rotated them rhythmically.

“You…” Shirakawa Natsu trembled. Such skillful footwork, especially when combined with sheer black stockings.

A name that haunted his dreams surfaced in his mind.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Hahaha." Shana suddenly pulled her foot back and burst into laughter: "That's the kind of expression I love to see!"

She landed lightly on the floor from the coffee table: "Ah, finally satisfied, looks like I can get a good night's sleep now."

Finally, she turned to Shirakawa Natsu and winked: "Then good luck~!"

Shirakawa Natsu watched her skip away, feeling a mix of emotions.

It seems that we need to plan carefully in order to avoid the current crisis.

The next day, Hashimoto Arina woke up and cried out in pain.

Last night, she was only focused on feeling comfortable, and many of the positions were like someone who hadn't exercised in a long time doing high-intensity exercise. After taking a shower with Shirakawa Natsu's help, she went to lie down on the bed.

After settling Hashimoto Arina in, Shirakawa Natsume went to find the fox as promised.

"Do you have an answer yet?" The fox leaned back on the sofa, her beautiful eyes gleaming with cunning.

"I know what you want isn't my choice." Shirakawa Natsu sat down next to her and started massaging the fox's feet. "Why are you thinking about me?"

Chapter 263 Target: Married Woman

Shirakawa Natsumi held the fox's delicate paws in her palm. She liked being petted, perhaps due to an animal instinct.

However, Shirakawa Natsu is not usually satisfied with just touching, but now is clearly not the time to unbuckle his belt.

He needs time; before he can gain the power to subdue the fox from the yellow-haired app, he must first appease her.

"Independent yet respectful and supportive of each other." The fox flipped through the novel in its hand, its paw rubbing against Shirakawa Natsu's hand: "Understanding each other's hearts doesn't require words; that's love."

“Uh, that’s a fairy tale.” Shirakawa Natsu’s lips twitched, her eyes glancing at the novel she was flipping through, the one from yesterday, “Spring,” by Kinoshita Ren.

The fact that a vixen is reading a romance novel evokes a rather peculiar feeling: "Weaving a perfect dream for women is nothing more than an idol drama dressed up in an artistic guise; it's all talk of love, but all they care about is business."

After returning home last night, he looked up information about Kinoshita Ren. She had always been relatively unknown, but her book "Spring" was completely different from her previous works. It was filled with descriptions and reflections on emotions in literary history, and it became an instant hit upon release. She herself was hailed as one of the most talented female writers of the 21st century.

“Mr. Xia, you really have a dark side~” Shana came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea and snacks in her hand. She walked to the sofa and sat down: “Love is about pursuing it relentlessly. Even if you twist your ankle, you have to hop to chase after it. Mr. Xia, have you ever met a girl like that?”

Shirakawa Natsu looked at Shana's smiling face and was speechless for a moment. A name popped into his mind: Jingu Nao. After a while, he shook his head: "Love is the beginning of marriage, but not the whole thing. When two people are together, there are either compromises and giving up, or bloody struggles, and finally finding the most suitable distance to get along."

Hashimoto Arina is gentle and indulges him in almost any position, but she also has her own bottom line. For example, she has always felt that she should be seven years older than him and that they had a doctor-patient relationship, which makes her feel that the relationship is not legitimate and makes her easily jealous.

Forget about building a harem; Shirakawa Natsu got angry the last time she glanced at the pretty maid's black-stockinged legs.

"Then let's go take a look." The fox chuckled, closed the book, and withdrew his foot from his hand: "So-called mutual understanding is love that doesn't need words."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback: "Is this a noun or a verb?"

The fox glanced at him sideways: "Go and win her over. Let me see if love can be as beautiful as described. That's exactly what you're good at, isn't it?"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Shirakawa Natsumi quickly waved his hand; he also needed to complete the tasks.

However, in this situation, it is absolutely unacceptable to admit that the fox might be jealous or testing him.

"I have no relationship with her whatsoever. It would be strange for me to suddenly try to win her over, would it? Besides, I could never do something like breaking up someone's family."

Although Shirakawa Natsu was a blond-haired man, he didn't intend to harm respectable women. Part of the reason was that he had a little conscience left, but the most important reason was that it would be difficult to get rid of respectable women once he got involved with them. He couldn't just pull up his pants and run away.

Moreover, if the person who was bullied holds a grudge against him and seeks revenge, there is always a risk of being targeted and suffering unexpected setbacks.

Therefore, all things considered, the risk and return are not proportional.

"This is the price." A hint of mockery flashed in the fox's eyes as he picked up the book and said, "The information in this book was given to her by me."

"What do you mean?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and looked at the fox.

Shana also stopped drinking her tea and looked over with interest.

The fox turned on the computer and turned the screen around.

The screen displays a chat application, and the fox's avatar is a cartoon fox with a red head.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. The fox breed was white, but she used a red fox as her profile picture. Women really do always pursue what they don't have.

He reached out and scrolled up on the chat app.

The person she was chatting with used a photo as their profile picture; she had a princess-cut hairstyle and was a typical Japanese woman.

The chat log was simple; Fox, posing as a literature professor at the University of Tokyo, provided the other party with a lot of materials and academic insights.

"Is she Kinoshita Ren?" Shirakawa Natsu picked up the book and looked at the fox with a calm smile.

Weird expression.

This book was voted the most profound romance novel of the year, interpreting the true meaning of the word "love".

The one who truly provides information and insights is this fox who constantly claims to be observing human emotions.

How ironic.

Shirakawa Natsu continued scrolling through the chat history. Kinoshita Ren wanted to give the fox money after winning the award, but was refused. The fox said that she would ask her for the reward after thinking it over.

“This is the reward,” the fox laughed. “I want to know if her love is as beautiful as her words suggest.”

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched: "Can I refuse?"

The fox looked into his eyes and said nothing.

Shirakawa Natsu knew he couldn't refuse the fox now, so he shrugged and said, "Okay, I got it. I'll handle it."

"Then I'll go prepare." He got up from the sofa after saying that there was still food in the room. If she knew that he had come to see her ex-boyfriend in the morning, no one knew what she would think.

After Shirakawa Natsu closed the door and left.

Shana's smile vanished instantly, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at the fox: "You slut, do you have a cuckold fetish? How could you let Xia go find other women?"

The fox picked up its teacup, took an elegant sip, and said, "Aren't you curious?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Shana's eyes.

"His changes are related to the number of women he's been with." The fox rested his chin on his hand, his face showing great interest. "It's most likely some kind of ability that absorbs women's energy, but none of the women he's been with have shown any signs of weakness, which puzzles me. I need to observe more data."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Shana and said, "If it's for his own good, in human terms, you should support me and help him get other women."

“No.” Shana shook her head, her gaze toward the fox filled with disdain. “I love him and want him to be healthy, but not in this way, because I am a woman.”

"You're right, but this isn't human, and you'll never become human."

After saying that, Shana stood up and said, "I will stop him in my own way."

When Shirakawa Natsu returned to her room, she saw Hashimoto Arina lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with a smile on her lips, clearly thinking of something happy.

In order to stay with Sister Youcai forever and to build a harem, I must speed up the process of accumulating points on the Yellow Hair app.

Without disturbing her, I took my notebook and left the room.

Sitting on the living room sofa, I began to look up information about Kinoshita Ren. Kinoshita Ren, 27 years old, is a well-known novelist. His novel "Spring" won the annual novel award with an absolute advantage and received countless accolades.

She has been married for three years to Hiroshi Shimabukuro, a baseball star who retired a year ago and has not been heard from since. She often appears on various TV variety shows with Ren Kinoshita and has been voted the number one ideal couple.

Their social media accounts are filled with displays of affection, accompanied by artsy quotes.

"Ms. Lian, your husband is a very popular baseball star. Even after marriage, he still receives letters from female fans. Have you ever been worried about this?"

In the video, the female host hands the microphone to Kinoshita Ren.

"We are independent, supportive, and respectful of each other. This is our way of getting along." Kinoshita Ren smiled gently, with a scholarly air about her. "There are certainly more outstanding people, but there will never be a more compatible partner. It is our greatest fortune to have met each other. Girls who are interested in my husband, go ahead and make your move. I won't lose, you know."

As she spoke, she winked playfully, and the contrast in her demeanor created an explosive effect on the show, drawing a flood of comments.

"The fox really knows how to pick people." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. You can't use vulgar methods to deal with this kind of artistic housewife.

The fox suddenly asked him to seduce other women, and he suspected that the fox had other motives besides the observation she mentioned.

But the most important thing at this moment is to get to know Kinoshita Ren. Unlike before, this time he has to avoid her husband.

A baseball star must be quite formidable.

Chapter 264 Not a Pervert

"Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to find out about this video, would you?" The scarred man took out his phone and waved the video in front of the wife.

"No...no." The woman trembled, her body leaning weakly against the door.

Just then, a child ran out of the room: "Mommy, who are they?"

……

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed the bridge of her nose and pulled the progress bar back a bit. The later plot didn't offer much new information; it was just the same old story over and over again.

Forget about learning any techniques; all that's left an impression is the constantly shaking white ball.

"That's simply unrealistic."

Shirakawa Natsu watched the video at four times the speed, then turned it off. With Huang Mao's photography skills, taking those strange photos wouldn't be difficult for him.

He now has another item in his backpack: "Coercion Card (One-time use item): After use, the success rate of the next coercion increases to 100%."

Note: Madam, you don't want this either...

This was a reward I received after completing the side quest last time.

This card is powerful, but its practicality is hard to say. After successfully coercing her once, she will come to her senses and become defensive, cutting off all contact. The idea of ​​becoming devoted after just one instance is simply impossible in reality.

I found Kinoshita Ren's address online, picked up my photography equipment, got into the jeep left behind by Miyuki, and headed to my destination.

Despite her current fame, Kinoshita Ren still lives in an ordinary detached house.

Shirakawa Natsu parked her car outside the alley and easily found the house where she lived from the house number.

The house has two floors, with beige tiles on the walls. There is no courtyard, and a small private parking space is located to the left of the door.

A regular white Toyota Corolla was parked there. Through the windows, you could see the interior, with cute pendants hanging on it and miscellaneous items scattered on the back seat. The driver's seat was forward, indicating that a woman usually drives. The passenger seat hadn't been moved back, suggesting that the male owner doesn't ride in the car often.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the house briefly, then walked past the vehicle and back to the jeep. There, she quietly observed the detached house, her camera in hand, skillfully adjusting the focus as she took photos.

"Damn, I feel like a stalker now."

With a light tap of his finger on the steering wheel, it was noon when a detached house door opened and a woman came out.

Princess cut hairstyle, long, straight, jet-black hair falling over the shoulders.

She was wearing a sun hat, and a pair of large sunglasses covered a third of her face.

Without a mask, it was immediately recognizable as Kinoshita Ren. She was prettier than in the photos, and according to her profile, she was already 26 years old. She had a slender figure, but a faint scholarly air about her, which was different from her smile during the interview.

She wasn't smiling; she looked a little cold.

"She really does have two faces." Shirakawa Natsu squinted at her quietly, then got into the white Corolla, started the car, and skillfully drove it out of the parking lot.

Shirakawa Natsu followed carefully behind, not worried about being discovered thanks to the blond-haired photographer.

Kinoshita Ren's destination was the supermarket. After buying some groceries there, she went to the bookstore in the city center.

I chose a spot by the window, took out my laptop, and started typing.

Shirakawa Natsumi hid behind the bookshelf, pretending to read a book, but her eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her.

It seems he's writing a new book.

Her fingers are long and slender; as she types on the keyboard, her fingertips dance like a piano melody.

But after typing for a while, he quickly pressed the delete key.

This process is repeated continuously, involving inputting and deleting.

Shirakawa Natsu squinted, using her phone camera to observe her expression; her scholarly face showed obvious trouble.

Kinoshita Ren kept repeating this process, his impatience growing stronger and stronger, like a volcano about to erupt.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he pressed the delete key and held it for a good ten seconds before lifting his finger, closing the laptop, and turning to look out the glass wall.

The irritation on her face gradually disappeared, and she regained her calm expression.

"Looks like he's writer's block. How pitiful." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. "Writing books really has no future."