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

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Even he only engaged in such activities with a few women he deeply loved.

Kissing is more of a way for lovers to communicate their feelings.

If it were simply about satisfying desires, people wouldn't kiss like that.

Meanwhile, her real husband, Taro Tanaka, held a camera and meticulously recorded everything on the screen.

Miwako moved gently, as if serving her lover, panting as she murmured:

"Taro~Taro~"

She called out her lover's name, sweat trickling down her forehead, cheeks, and chin, landing on Shirakawa Natsu's chest.

Her eyes were filled with love.

"Taro, I love you!~"

She went limp and collapsed into Shirakawa Natsu's arms.

Miwako was panting heavily, her fair skin covered in beads of sweat.

After all, she was the one who operated the entire process, which was genuinely physically demanding.

Just when Shirakawa Natsu thought it was over, Miwako, supporting her exhausted body, sat up, bent down, and painstakingly finished helping him, before collapsing back onto him as if completely drained.

He felt Miwako pressing against his chest, breathing heavily.

Shirakawa Natsu felt an indescribable sense of unease.

Even he had only ever enjoyed this kind of service from Sister Cai.

Both the fox and Yuzuriha are the type who only care about their own pleasure.

Especially the fox; once it's had its fill, it might even kick him away.

Only Sister Cai treats him like a husband and cares about his feelings.

Miwako got off him, and Tanaka Taro quickly closed the camera, came over and handed her a towel, his eyes filled with tenderness and heartache.

"Miwako, thank you for your hard work."

"No, I'm very happy." Miwako reached out and took the towel, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi.

"Miwako." Tanaka Taro gritted his teeth, his expression grave. "I've been suspended from my job pending investigation."

"Why?" Miwako's hand trembled as she held the towel.

"Someone accused me of embezzling funds, but I..."

Tanaka Taro was interrupted by Miwako before he could finish speaking.

She reached out and hugged Tanaka Taro, pulling him into her arms: "No need to explain, I know you're innocent."

"Thank you, Miwako." The seriousness on Tanaka Taro's face gradually dissipated, replaced by a relieved smile.

"But I might lose everything."

“It’s okay, I’ll always be with you.” Miwako looked into his eyes. “At worst, I’ll just find another job.”

"What about the marriage?" Tanaka Taro asked worriedly.

"Just invite our parents, I think they will definitely support us."

"Miwako, meeting you is my greatest fortune."

"Taro, me too!"

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi.

He secretly opened his eyes a crack and glanced at the two people embracing.

Shirakawa Natsu secretly bit her tongue, and a sharp pain shot through her.

Tell him this isn't a dream.

Miwako lay in her husband's arms.

When couples trust and support each other, it's as if nothing else matters when they're together.

This scene is beautiful and enchanting.

Besides the inside of Miwako's thighs, something was flowing out.

"Taro, I want this kind of atmosphere again." Miwako pressed her face against his chest, her face showing the ambiguous and happy affection of a husband.

“Okay, me too.” Tanaka Taro looked at her as well.

Their eyes met, and there was the scent of love between them.

Then Shirakawa Natsu lay on the sofa and was taken by Miwako again.

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu opened her eyes from the sofa.

He had never taken sleeping pills before, so he didn't know how long the sedation should last.

So I simply slept there for one night.

"You're awake?" Miwako, dressed casually at home, smiled at him.

In the early morning, I wake up to a gentle, loving wife.

These factors combined are irresistible to any normal man.

"Uh, sorry." Shirakawa Natsu scratched the back of her head and gave an awkward smile. "I don't know why I slept all night."

"It's alright, you must be tired from moving." Miwako smiled brightly. "I've prepared breakfast, Mr. Miyuki, please come and have some."

"Then I'll have to bother you." Shirakawa Natsu didn't refuse; his mind was a complete blank at the moment.

The performance of Miwako and Tanaka Taro last night.

If everything is true, then all his previous deductions were wrong.

But there were only two days left before Shota was sent to the prosecutor's office.

Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine.

Now, let's not even talk about developing Aunt Mafei's back.

The punishment for the emergency mission was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

"Mr. Miyuki, is something bothering you?" Miwako brought him a glass of milk.

"It's something work-related." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled awkwardly. "By the way, where's Miwako's husband?"

“He went out this morning because he had something to do.” Miwako smiled, then suddenly raised her hand to wipe the milk from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Miyuki, you're really careless."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. These intimate gestures were something wives only did when facing their husbands.

He chatted with Miwako for a while, and you could feel her love for her husband in her words.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that staying any longer would be pointless, so she got up and left.

Miwako saw him to the door and helped him take his shoes out of the shoe cabinet.

"Then I'll be going now." Shirakawa Natsumi left as if he were fleeing. He felt that saying "I'm leaving" at this moment didn't feel out of place at all.

What's with this damn "housewife" trait?

For a moment, he even felt that he was Miwako's husband.

After leaving the apartment, he went straight to the police station.

The plan has been completely disrupted, and there's no point in staying there any longer.

Aunt Mafei was engrossed in her documents when she saw him walk in with an unpleasant expression.

"how?"

"I need Shota's information!" Shirakawa Natsumi said seriously, "Have you investigated his workplace and home address before?"

“Yes, he came to Tokyo from his hometown a year ago.” Maki was surprised by his reaction and took out a stack of files from the drawer and handed them to him: “These are the files he updated when he came to Tokyo.”

Shirakawa Natsu picked up the file, and after seeing the photo, her expression hardened: "Why did this guy used to have blond hair?!"

Chapter 307 Who's Being Controlled?

"Is there a problem?" Ma Fei frowned at him. "Do you have a prejudice against blond hair?"

"I was just surprised," Kitagawa Natsu said dismissively, walking behind Aunt Maki.

“Auntie, I’ve come here several times and seen you working. This can lead to a series of physical ailments such as rounded shoulders.”

Ma Fei put down the documents, looked up at him, and asked with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "What do you want to do?"

"Shall I give you a massage?" As Shirakawa Natsumi spoke, she placed her hands on the aunt's shoulders with gentle touch.

The investigation into Miwako is currently at a standstill.

With only two days left, it's difficult to find a way to turn things around.

Let's try a different approach.

Use the yellow-haired massage technique to keep the aunt from turning around, then take the opportunity to stab her.

Aunt Mafei smiled faintly, neither objecting nor refusing. She sat with her legs crossed under the desk, a very mature woman's posture.

Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu began to use her yellow-haired massage technique with both hands.

When Aunt Mafei is working, her long hair is tied up at the back of her head, a very dignified hairstyle.

From his perspective, he saw the fair nape of her neck beneath her long hair.

I want to go up and kiss him.

"That's enough~" Ma Fei suddenly spoke, simultaneously tightening her grip on his shoulders, trapping his hands under her armpits, turning her head to look at him with a half-smile:

"Great massage technique, but I feel like something bad might happen if you keep going like this~"

"?" Shirakawa Natsumi's eyes flashed with surprise. Why was Aunt Maki able to turn around?

He looked down again and realized that his hands were being held under his aunt's armpits.

So does this count as the skill being interrupted?

"You're surprised? Why?" Aunt Ma Fei narrowed her eyes, looking directly into his eyes: "Did I surprise you in any way just now?"

“I specially learned massage techniques to help my aunt relieve her fatigue, but she refused, which made me sad.”

Shirakawa Natsu smiled and brushed it off, though she was inwardly surprised.

As expected of a senior police officer, his beast-like intuition and insight are terrifying.

It seems they want to complete an urgent task.

There's no shortcut other than having the auntie pry it open for him to do it.

"It does feel nice, but this is an office, so it's not really appropriate." Aunt Ma Fei smiled and said, "I'll enjoy it after this case is over."

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and touched Kitagawa Natsu's abdomen: "But I was touched."

Shirakawa Natsumi's zipper was pulled down.

The aunt used her long, slender middle finger to lift Xia Xia up.

She looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and opened her lips.

Shirakawa Natsu originally intended to take control of Auntie, but she was taken control after just one round.

At the same time, her beautiful eyes remained fixed on him, her gaze slightly mischievous.

Just as Shirakawa Natsu felt he was about to be completely controlled by his aunt, she suddenly looked up, gently straightened his clothes, and smiled:

"Let's continue with the rest after the case is resolved."

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi.

Aunt Mafei stood up, holding the documents. Her delicate hand traced his cheek to his chin, teasing him before she gracefully turned away.

"I'm going to a meeting~"