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

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Kimura Momo's expression remained serious, unchanged from before. After listening, she agreed to give her serious feedback.

But the favorability rating on the Huang Mao app remained unchanged.

Shirakawa Natsu then recounted some other hearsay stories, including one titled "Black Beast," a tale of a lowly mercenary's inspirational entrepreneurial journey.

Kimura Momo showed great interest, listened patiently, and gave serious feedback, but her favorability rating remained unchanged.

"That's all for today." Shirakawa Natsu's throat was dry from talking. Telling an adult story to a stunningly beautiful female teacher in a noisy classroom or office gave people a strange sense of immorality.

“Mr. Xia’s stories are all wonderful, showing me more of humanity.” Wood Algae smiled and said, “If you have any new stories, please be sure to tell me.”

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He didn’t want to stay with the lecherous fox anymore. He had already gotten aroused after hearing so many stories. If he stayed here and couldn’t resist making love to the fox, and she didn’t resist, it would be too sadistic.

He had lunch with Jingu Nao, and when they passed by a small trinket shop in the school, Jingu Nao leaned on the counter, her eyes wide with amazement.

Shirakawa Natsu walked over and picked up the silver earring.

"Handsome, is this for your girlfriend?" the saleswoman asked with a smile. "There's a discount if you buy a matching set for couples."

Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's for my girlfriend, but I'm only buying one."

"Hehe~ Boyfriend." Jingu Nao giggled and hugged his arm, clearly very happy: "Want me to put it on your girlfriend myself?"

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded with a smile. As he extended the earring to Jingu Nao's earlobe, he suddenly saw a skilled figure. It was Kimura Momo, who was placing a finger on her lips.

What is this lecherous fox up to?

Chapter 72 Complex Human Beings

Shirakawa Natsumi's hand, adorned with an earring, froze in mid-air. Her gaze passed through Jingu Nao and settled on Kimura Momo.

It's not unusual to run into Kimura Momo at school, but when she appears here, everyone around her seems to ignore her presence.

She used five senses interference.

"Natsu?" Jingu Nao asked with a grin, "Is it because I'm too cute that you're spacing out?"

"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu quickly snapped out of her daze and put the earrings on her. They were the kind that hung on the ear without needing to be pierced: "Actually, I wanted to give you something even better."

Jingu Nao laughed and shook her head, her crescent-shaped earring swaying below her earlobe: "Hehe, I'm so happy that it was given to me by Natsu. I'll give Natsu a gift too."

"What?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, and then felt Jingu Nao quickly take out a black object and stuff it into his hand.

It was made of soft, fibrous fabric with a patterned texture. He looked down at it, his face flushed, and he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

The black lace style was the one he picked out at Jingu Nao's house that morning.

“You.” Shirakawa Natsu looked down at the grinning Jingu Nao, her gaze lingering on her short skirt.

If the lace stockings are in his hands, wouldn't that mean Nao Jingu has nothing under her pantyhose?

Jingu Nao whispered in his ear, "After Natsu came out of Kimura-sensei's office, he peeked at my inner thighs twelve times. Why is that?"

"No, it's me." Shirakawa Natsu looked embarrassed. He looked around. No one was paying attention to them, but people were coming and going. It seemed that if he spoke loudly, he would be seen. Behind Jingu Nao, Kimura Momo was standing. She was looking over with a smile.

He peeked under Jingu Nao's skirt, of course, because he had just told so many risqué stories to Momoko Kiku, and was somewhat influenced by them.

“Ms. Zaono is very pretty, isn’t she?” Jingu Nao said softly. “It’s okay, I’m Natsu’s girlfriend. When Natsu hugs me, he can imagine me as Ms. Zaono.”

After she finished speaking, her facial expression changed, revealing Kimura Momo's signature smile.

Jingu Nao imitated it very well, and she is also very beautiful. For a moment, the two did look somewhat alike.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly raised her hand and slapped her on the head from above.

"Ah!" Jingu Nao cried out in pain, clutching her head. The smile on her face vanished, and she reverted to her usual silly expression.

She looked up at Shirakawa Natsu with an innocent expression.

"Are you stupid?" Shirakawa Natsu said, then pulled her into his arms and whispered firmly in her ear, "I'm your boyfriend. I like you, Jingu Nao. Although Kimura-sensei is also very beautiful, I don't like her."

Shirakawa Natsu's voice was firm; he had no intention of hiding it from Kimura Momo standing behind him.

Based on the pattern he observed of increasing favorability in the office, he realized a terrifying conclusion.

The fox spirit had promised him that she would not seek out other men to reproduce before he died of old age.

Foxes are among the few animals that practice monogamy. Although female foxes are not animals, they retain some of the habits they had when they were animals.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the two are partners.

But during a storytelling session in the office, he talked about his infidelity with other women.

The fox girl's favorability will increase by one, but when talking about Mi no Shi's romantic affairs, her favorability will not increase.

The thought that one's partner having an affair with another woman increases one's attractiveness is chilling.

"Natsu." Upon hearing his words, Nao Jingu's eyes flickered, and she reached out to hug him tightly.

In the instant she turned her head, she glanced at the spot where Kimura Momo was standing, a victorious smile spreading across her face.

After hearing his words, Kimura Momo's expression remained unchanged as she walked past the two of them, as if it were just a coincidence.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly took out her phone, opened the Yellow Hair APP, and saw that his favorability rating was 48, neither increasing nor decreasing.

"Strange." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and put away her phone.

Jingu Nao, however, grabbed his arm and started running forward.

"Nao, let's go there." Shirakawa Natsu was pulled by her hand, and the two ran in the direction that Kimura Momo had left in.

"I'll take Natsumi to a fun place." Jingu Nao took his hand and quickly ran past Kimura Momo.

When she passed the fox girl, Shirakawa Natsu saw her expression, which remained calm and composed.

Shirakawa Natsu was thus pulled by Jingu Nao into a familiar office.

He had been here several times already. This was Kimura Momo's private office. After she moved to a shared office, this place hadn't been allocated yet, so it became his spot to seduce foxes.

Jingu Nao grinned and shook the key in her hand: "This is Ms. Momo's old office, no one will come in."

"Uh, is this not a good idea?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, and he glanced behind him.

As the two opened the door, the Wood Moss Woman followed them in like a ghost.

Jingu Nao, however, seemed to have her five senses disrupted and had no idea that the office's owner was already there.

She was rummaging through drawers and cabinets, and said with a regretful look, "Oh, I remember that Ms. Zaonv left a change of clothes here."

"Forget it." Shirakawa Natsu looked at Momoko's smile and felt incredibly embarrassed. He had to pretend he didn't see her rummaging through her clothes in front of her. Judging from Jingu Nao's expression, she seemed determined to see it through.

"Is Natsu in a hurry?" Jingu Nao chuckled and snuggled against his chest. "You can do it first."

"No." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. This wasn't a question of whether or not to do it. Right now, the office owner was standing in the corner watching them with a smile on his face.

Jingu Nao didn't seem to notice his embarrassment. She took one of his hands and placed it on her thigh, which was covered by black stockings, and guided him to rotate and rub it.

The black stockings felt really nice. He knew that at this point, he couldn't leave without leaving something behind.

Shirakawa Natsumi gritted her teeth, suddenly grabbed Jingu Nao, and tried to push her down onto the desk.

But Nao Jingu did a nimble turn in mid-air, pinning him to the desk.

The two of them ended up lying on the desk, with Shirakawa Natsu lying on the desk, and Jingu Nao spreading his arms out and pressing them on either side of his head.

"?" A question mark slowly appeared on Shirakawa Natsu's face.

Normally, Jingu Nao is a cheerful and silly girl, but today she is acting out of character, displaying an unprecedented assertiveness.

It was as if she was the man, while Shirakawa Natsumi had become a little girl being manipulated at will.

Shirakawa Natsu doesn't dislike being taken advantage of by girls, especially beautiful women she likes.

But with Kimura Momo watching, things started to get strange, and he felt he should put up a fight.

The sound of black stockings being torn was heard.

They had agreed that he would be the one to tear it up this time, but Jingu Nao tore it up herself again.

“I think…” Shirakawa Natsu tried to put up a last stand, but Jingu Nao cut her off.

Her petite body held him firmly in the office, their lips pressed together.

Jingu Nao moved back and forth on him, and the desk made a rhythmic "creaking" sound.

Shirakawa Natsumi was completely unable to move, and compared to yesterday, she could feel an unprecedented tightness.

Though he couldn't see it from his body, Jingu Nao bit his lip while her eyes were looking in the direction of Kimura Momo.

Her eyes were filled with coldness and provocation. She carefully suppressed Shirakawa Natsu's gaze, not letting her see her current expression.

Her thoughts drifted back to two hours earlier, when Shirakawa Natsumi came out of Kimura Momo's office.

Jingu Nao then used the excuse of going to the restroom to go to Kimura Momo's office.

“This is not what we agreed on.” Jingu Nao’s expression was cold: “You will only observe, but will not interfere in the lives of humans.”

Kimura Momo glanced at her indifferently and smiled, "You once asked me a question: whether I liked him, and I answered that I would stay with him. You told me that this is not liking."

After she finished speaking, she placed one hand on her chest and gently stroked it: "Now I look forward to seeing him, I look forward to what he will say to me today, and when I hear that he is with other women, I feel restless. Is this what it means to like someone?"

“He’s mine,” Jingu Nao said coldly. “You won’t take him.”

“No.” Kimura Momo shook her head. “Mr. Xia is an independent individual; he doesn’t belong to anyone. You once told other women that you didn’t mind them pursuing Mr. Xia because you would respect his choices. Why did you react so strongly when I expressed my feelings for Mr. Xia?”

"..." Jingu Nao didn't speak, just stared at her coldly.

Kimura Momo was completely unfazed by her cold gaze and continued calmly, "Because you're afraid of losing. You said you don't mind other women pursuing him because you think those women won't pose a threat to you. Mr. Xia will eventually fall into your arms, but I'm different. You don't have the confidence to beat me."

"Humans are so interesting; even with a long lifespan, you can't see through your own heart."

"That's what I love about observing people—they're complex and unpredictable, always surprising me, unlike animals, which only have set patterns of behavior."

Back to the present, Jingu Nao was on top of Shirakawa Natsu, her gaze fixed on Kimura Momo in the distance, and she mouthed each word clearly: "I'm...doing...with...the...person...you...like..."

Kimura Momo simply smiled faintly, gave the two of them a deep look, and then slowly walked out of the office.

The door slammed shut with a creak.

Shirakawa Natsu was so frightened that she shuddered and her whole body trembled.

"Hehe, Natsu, don't be nervous." Jingu Nao regained her energetic expression: "It's just the wind."

After she finished speaking, she got off Shirakawa Natsu.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly looked at the office door, and sure enough, it was tightly closed, which relieved her.

Then she looked at Jingu Nao and asked, "Nao, what were you doing just now?"

"Ah, doesn't Xia like it~" Jingu Nao looked pitiful: "But I read in a magazine that every boy has fantasized about being forced by a beautiful woman."

She pouted after she finished speaking: "If Xia doesn't like it, then let's use the position she likes next."

Chapter 73 The Young Lady of the Yakuza

Shirakawa Natsu's stern expression softened instantly. Jingu Nao only wanted to surprise herself, so she played the prisoner to add some spice to her life. What bad mood could she possibly have?

"Um, sorry, I was just being a chauvinist." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged, put his arm around her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and looked into her eyes.

"Mmm." Jingu Nao chuckled and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. "Did you like how I looked just now, Natsu?"

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted: "I'd rather not. I prefer to take the initiative."

"Hehe~" Jingu Nao chuckled softly, placed her hands on his chest, and stepped out of his embrace.

She pinched the black stockings on her thigh with two fingers and tore them open with a "rip" sound, revealing her fair skin underneath.

Her expression turned blank and terrified, her eyes reddened, and she looked at Shirakawa Natsu with her hands wrapped around her chest: "You... what do you want to do? Don't come any closer."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. When he said he liked taking the initiative, he certainly didn't mean this kind of initiative.

However, seeing Jingu Nao looking pitiful, hugging herself and intentionally or unintentionally pulling up her short skirt to reveal the transparent black stockings that had just been torn, Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt that the sage who had just entered her heart had been defeated.

This girl, she's so good at it.

"Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out!" Shirakawa Natsu grabbed her jade-like foot, which was covered in sheer black stockings, with a wicked grin.

The office was filled with the girl's screams and pleas for mercy, while the man's heavy breathing echoed beneath her.

Outside the University of Tokyo, a jeep stopped on the side of the road. After Miyuki got out of the car, this cool and aloof woman immediately attracted the attention of those around her.

She leaned against the jeep, took out a cigarette and lit it, her melancholy spreading with the smoke.

From a distance, it looks like a beautiful painting.