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

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"Tch." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. "So it's purely out of sympathy?"

“But I definitely won’t help you pursue girls.” Mikoto’s lips curled into a smile: “I can’t accept three people sleeping together.”

“Okay, thank goodness.” Shirakawa Natsu sat up, ending the brotherly conversation: “Let me talk about the next plan.”

"Want to kiss?" Mikoto asked suddenly, still in the same position.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, swallowing back the plan she was about to say, and turned to look at him with a strange expression.

“Kiss, I’ll kiss you.” Miki’s lips curled into a wicked smile: “As far as sex is concerned, I don’t care whether it’s a man or a woman. After all, there are excellent Ss and terrible Ss, both men and women. Although, in terms of men, I’ve only been close to you. But when it comes to kissing, you only feel something with the right person, right?”

“Well, that makes sense.” Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was strange. “But I still feel something’s off. And your smile makes me feel like I’m the one being taken advantage of. What’s wrong with me?”

During that period, Miyuki's mentality went into a dead end. Shirakawa Natsu had touched her mouth and back, but the two of them had never actually kissed.

In his view, sex and feelings should be separated. Although he had sex with his brother, it was still just a matter of mutual benefit within the bounds of friendship.

The topic and atmosphere suddenly shifted to this point today.

"Why me?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked, then realized how stupid the question was. He was the only man by Miyuki's side, and she had no other choice.

"If it were you, you wouldn't have to worry about accidentally pulling down the curtain on the end." Miyuki still had that carefree smile, like a scumbag flirting with girls.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Shirakawa Natsu's eyes. If he didn't agree, his brother might go to other men. He didn't think that his relationship with Miyuki was love. The years they had spent together meant they were people who knew everything about each other.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Miyuki's face; he looked very handsome.

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement, took a deep breath, and knew he was experienced in light kisses. But this was his sister's first time kissing a man, so he had to show some skill and not leave her with a disgusting impression.

He looked down, trying to find a suitable angle, but Miyuki had already stood up from the sofa. She was so fast that Shirakawa Natsu didn't have time to react.

She cupped Shirakawa Natsu's cheeks in her hands, tilted her head slightly, and their lips touched.

Shirakawa Natsu's eyes widened as she looked at Minoki's handsome face so close to hers. She kissed Shirakawa Natsu's lips while giving him a playful look, then closed her eyes.

In that instant, Shirakawa Natsu seemed to feel as if the two of them had switched genders, and that he was the one who was passive.

Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and Shirakawa Natsu involuntarily reached out and hugged her.

Miyuki's waist was thinner than it appeared, but unlike the thinness of a typical woman, the outline of her abdominal muscles was clearly visible. This peculiar feel made his hand involuntarily slide down and land on her jeans.

After her training, Miyuki's jeans were tightly cinched at the waist.

Shirakawa Natsumi used her fingers to apply a little force, and the zipper popped open instantly.

His mouth was being kissed, and he couldn't see down. His fingertips felt the unique texture of the soft and hard texture inside, an uneven feeling. Clearly, his brother wasn't wearing a regular style. He was very curious, but he couldn't lower his head in his current position.

He tried to flatten his hand, his fingers pressing down as far as possible; it was just jeans, but the feel of them was wonderful.

Shirakawa Natsu felt her heart pounding wildly at that moment.

Soon, the body in front of him moved backward, and he saw the sunlight again. For a moment, his vision blurred, and in that instant, Miyuki had already pulled up his jeans.

"I don't think I dislike it." Miyuki straightened her clothes and took out a napkin to wipe her mouth.

She tilted her head, looking at Shirakawa Natsu with a half-smile: "Tell me your plan."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu smiled, tacitly avoiding the previous topic. He placed his hand, which had just slightly slipped inside, behind his back and discreetly wiped it on his pants, removing any trace of moisture.

He was forcibly kissed, seemingly passively, but the moment he first reached out, he had already subtly used the techniques of the blond-haired man's massage.

Shirakawa Natsu knew that he didn't love Minoki. But he also knew that he wouldn't allow Minoki to sleep with other men, even if he secretly used some methods.

He didn't want to make Miyuki a member of his harem, since given her behavior, she might cuckold him.

For example, in the future, when he sleeps with Youcai and Fox, it will be him sleeping with two people.

But if it were him, Miyuki, and another woman, it would become him and Miyuki sleeping with other women.

The two are completely different; just imagining such a scenario is terrifying.

The human heart is a complex, irrational, and troublesome thing, but that's precisely its subtlety.

"Don't just stand there," Miyu urged. "That woman was very wary just now; it won't be easy for her to make contact."

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsumi pulled herself together. “These past few days of probing have yielded fruitful results. It’s certain that she has been carefully cultivating her persona. The most popular loving couple image is also fabricated.”

"This is also why she is so vigilant, constantly guarding against her secrets being discovered by others."

Chapter 269 Be My Model

"So what's the plan?" Miyuki sat cross-legged, his bright eyes fixed on Shirakawa Natsu, waiting for his answer.

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's mouth twitched: "Miss, don't look like a little puppy who has given up thinking and only needs to listen to its master. I called you here because of your rich practical experience in dealing with women."

"Use your brain! Even if she's not a lesbian, there are still similarities in how she feels about relationships."

"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled. "Sorry, I've never actively pursued anyone; I'm just not very good at saying no."

"You're showing off, aren't you? You must be showing off." Shirakawa Natsu remained silent. Miyuki's expression was still that ambiguous smile. He was helpless against her and slumped down beside her.

"Why is it that in novels and movies, women with unhappy families would wear silk lingerie to open the door for takeout at night, blushing with embarrassment at the slightest encounter, while real-life wives are always on guard, completely impenetrable?"

He had only been following Kinoshita Ren for two days, but after spending time with him, he had already silenced him.

Kinoshita Ren was overly cautious; even when he deployed Mi no Kumi, he could only get to the point where he had seen her on the roadside, and he even got his fitness tips stolen for free.

He could actually take his time and do it slowly; practice makes perfect, and he'll eventually get her into bed.

But he doesn't have that much time to waste on Kinoshita Ren. Putting aside the fact that the fox is watching the show, he's out chasing other women all day long. He's gentle and understanding when he's with Hashimoto Arina, but if he gets caught, he'll definitely break up with her.

You are all my wings, and you only exist in anime.

"What should we do?" Shirakawa Natsu slapped his forehead, unable to come up with a good solution.

Kinoshita Ren's vigilance had nipped any potential romantic encounters in the bud.

Seeing his worried expression, Mi Zhi Shi leaned closer and asked, "Why is she working so hard to maintain this persona?"

"What?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, then looked over.

“Maintaining this vigilance at all times is not an easy thing,” Miyuki explained. “To maintain this false appearance, one must protect something from being changed, even if others think it is not important.”

"Maintaining something important?" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then nodded. It was indeed quite tiring to maintain this vigilance at all times.

So what was Kinoshita Ren trying to maintain?

At that moment, he saw in his mind the image of Kinoshita Ren writing on the computer in the bookstore and then deleting it.

"Could it be your career?"

"That's right, it must be." Shirakawa Natsu clapped her hands, trying to maintain that fake ranking of the most popular couples. She was trying to keep her persona intact, so that it would fit the theme of love in her writing.

He turned to look at Miyuki: "Thanks, that was a wake-up call."

Miyuki smiled and said, "That's even harder, isn't it?"

"Hmm, a little." Shirakawa Natsu rested his chin on his hand. He could draw comics that spanned the world because he worked in that industry. When it came to novels, he only remembered the line, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential."

Or go discuss the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King with Kinoshita Ren; I've already taken over this pond, so it's really not my area of ​​expertise.

Kinoshita Ren is a rather artsy type, and his understanding of artsy novels is that the female protagonist sleeps with other men.

It's as if the novel lacks depth without the presence of several men in real life.

“I know the author as a friend,” Miyuki said.

"No need." Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, a confident smile on her face: "You've already given me the ideas, so leave the rest to me. I already have a plan."

“Okay.” Mikoto settled into a comfortable position on the sofa. In front of Shirakawa Natsumi, she could relax and not think about anything; she just had to be obedient.

Seeing her like this, Shirakawa Natsu knew that her brother had stopped thinking and entered puppy mode.

He took out his phone and pressed the dial button, but couldn't bring himself to press it for a long time.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Miyu leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder: "So you wanted to find an honest man like Tanaka-san? Are you afraid of being scolded?"

Tanaka-san was the editor in charge of Shirakawa Natsu's manga. Before that, because he was bedridden, Miyuki often helped him make contact.

However, it has been on hiatus for a long time now, and it is now circulating among women.

"What a joke! He and I are like brothers, like brothers from different fathers and mothers. This guy was promoted from a regular employee to deputy editor-in-chief because he recruited me." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu pressed the dial button, and a "beep beep" sound came from the receiver.

The call was answered quickly, and a cool female voice came from the other end: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He hadn't heard that voice before. Could it be Tanaka-san's wife or something? Just from the voice, the seriousness was palpable even through the phone. He cleared his throat and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Tanaka-san. May I ask him to answer the phone?"

The serious female voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a while: "Mr. Tanaka resigned a month ago because he couldn't handle the long-term hiatus of his two flagship manga, 'Bleach' and 'Naruto.' You're his mentor, right? You can contact me if you have any questions."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched a few times, and she was speechless for a moment.

"Pfft." A smile appeared on Mi Zhi Shi's handsome face.

"Are you listening?" The stern female voice became more forceful, seemingly displeased that his silence was a waste of time: "May I ask which teacher you are?"

"Uh, it's nothing. I have some personal business to discuss with Tanaka-san. Since he's not here, it's fine." Shirakawa Natsu quickly finished speaking and hung up the phone.

When she turned her head and met Miyuki's ambiguous smile, she instantly deflated: "Ah, Tanaka-san, I'm sorry, it seems I have to think of another way."

The next second, his phone vibrated again, startling Shirakawa Natsumi. He picked it up and saw that it was the number he had just called back.

"Damn, she actually called." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. He didn't want to get involved with the woman on the other end of the line. Women with serious voices, who sounded like they were going through menopause, were the most troublesome. But he couldn't just hang up. He pressed the answer button, gave a few perfunctory replies, and then hung up.

"I promise you." The woman's serious voice came through the microphone, her tone unchanged from before.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, swallowing back her perfunctory words. Had she dialed the wrong number?

"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Kazama Yumi. I'm replacing Tanaka-san as your new editor." Kazama Yumi's voice was devoid of any emotion, cold and concise: "I think you're calling because you need the publisher's help somewhere. I can grant your request on behalf of the publisher."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment. The other party hadn't even asked for any requests, yet he agreed. He certainly had some guts.

“Speak, what is your request?” Kazama Yumi continued.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Miyuki. If the other party could help her, she wouldn't mind whether it was Tanaka-san or this serious woman: "I want to serialize a manga with yuri as the theme, but I don't know much about pure love. I've recently been reading Kinoshita Ren's book, and I'm sure that the love she writes about is what I want to write. So I'd like a publisher to help me."

He brazenly finished speaking, not expecting this woman, whose voice sounded unapproachable, to agree, after all, he had really ripped off the publishing house.

Not only have two super popular comics gone on hiatus, but last time I tried to get some resources for free using the same excuse to win over the aunt, and it didn't work out either.

“Okay.” Unlike her usual unapproachable demeanor, she agreed very readily: “Ms. Kinoshita Ren’s publishing house has a cross-shareholding relationship with our publishing house. I can arrange your request quickly. As for your new manga, we need to discuss it in person. Where are you now?”

"Okay." Seeing that she agreed readily, Shirakawa Natsu also gave her the phone number.

"See you in two hours." As Kazama Yumi hung up the phone, she suddenly asked, "The manga you want to serialize should already have a simple first draft, right?"

"Yes." Shirakawa Natsu agreed, not wanting it to be too fake; he had his pride too.

The call was abruptly ended.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up a pen and paper from the coffee table, but for a moment he couldn't think of a good yuri anime, since he wasn't really into that kind of thing and mostly just watched action anime.

"Hmph." Mikoto knew he was making it up, but seeing him pull out the banknotes, she found it amusing: "Can you finish in two hours?"

"It's just a first draft that looks like it." Shirakawa Natsu squinted. If it's too rough, it will be seen through at a glance. It has to look complicated so that it doesn't seem like it was made up on the spot.

He looked at Miyuki's well-built physique and suddenly a hot-blooded manga about male friendship popped into his mind.

How about drawing a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character and giving him a female face?

"I need a favor," Shirakawa Natsu quickly said. "Be a model and pose as I ask."

Chapter 270 When Your Brother

"Planning to draw it on the spot?" A strange look flashed in Miyuki's eyes. She knew that the comic Shirakawa Natsu was talking about was something she made up on the spot.

To get away with just dabbling in front of the editor-in-chief, you can't just do it casually.

"Yes, I already have a template in my mind, I'm just drawing it out." Shirakawa Natsumi can't say that it's all copied, but JOJO is different from other works. If you don't show those poses, it won't feel right.

Mikoto's body proportions are absolutely model-level, making her a great reference point.

"I want to draw the muscle lines of the figure, so I need a model with low body fat. Can you take off your clothes?"

Miyuki smiled, not minding at all as she crossed her arms and pulled the T-shirt up from her arms.

The T-shirt ripped across her fair skin, gradually revealing her flat, toned abdomen, her hemispherical breasts, her sexy collarbones, and her well-defined, exercised shoulders.

After tossing the T-shirt onto the sofa, he placed his finger on the button of his jeans and asked, "Should I take my pants off?"

"Just unbutton it." Shirakawa Natsu subtly withdrew his gaze. He had actually intended to draw it based on what his brother looked like wearing only a bra, but when she took it off, he realized that his brother belonged to the braless faction.

Calling for a halt at this point would be too pretentious, and besides, a cool, mature woman with short to medium hair wearing only unzipped jeans is just too revealing.

He admitted that he had a reaction.