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

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Outside the apartment, Shirakawa Natsu and Nishino stood downstairs. He looked up at the twelve-story apartment building, which wasn't high-end, but was still an apartment that only white-collar workers could afford.

"A guy like Kimura would have a childhood sweetheart?" Shirakawa Natsu was indignant. He didn't have a good impression of Kimura Tomohisa. As the top host, he had deceived all the women around him. He was truly a heartless person.

“Yeah, and a place, and later she got into a university in Tokyo.” Nishino shrugged: “She was a silly woman. In order to raise money to go out with Kimura and take on her father’s jobs, she ended up dropping out of school.”

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, what kind of nonsense is this?

“He told me this after he had been drinking,” Nishino explained. “He said that he had completely controlled this woman and that he would marry her when he made enough money in the future.”

Shirakawa Natsu said she couldn't understand.

As the two were talking, they saw a blonde woman quickly walk down from behind the glass door of the apartment. She was only wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and slippers, which was quite unusual in Dongguo, where people even put on makeup to go to a convenience store.

“It’s Ayaka.” Nishino pointed at the woman and said, “She’s Kimura Tomohisa’s childhood friend.”

Shirakawa Natsu rested her chin on her hand, looking at Ayaka. She was pretty, not stunning, but definitely a class beauty who grew on you: "Go wait for me in the car."

"Huh?" Nishino's body trembled, and he said cautiously, "How about I wait for you downstairs?"

He really didn't want to go back to the car and stay with that scarred man.

"Whatever." Shirakawa Natsu didn't care and walked quickly toward Ayaka.

Ayaka went to the convenience store, took some of the various condoms, and pretended to grab some snacks as well. Carrying a plastic bag, she walked out of the convenience store with her head down when suddenly, "bang!" she bumped into someone's arms.

Chapter 561 The Pleasure of Revenge

"Ah?" Ayaka exclaimed in surprise. The reaction force made her stagger backward, almost falling over.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out swiftly, stepping forward to support her arm, a sunny boyish smile on his face: "Sorry, I bumped into you. Are you hurt?"

Ayaka steadied herself, her eyes filled with anger. But after seeing Shirakawa Natsu's handsome face, she swallowed her resentment and said, "N-nothing...it's nothing."

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, thinking to herself, "What a handsome young man, is he a celebrity?"

His handsome, youthful appearance perfectly matched every woman's fantasy of a pure and innocent young man.

Ayaka snapped out of her daze, clutched the shopping bag in her hand, and subconsciously pulled it behind her back; it contained several sizes of condoms.

"Thank you, I'm leaving first."

After admiring the boy, Ayaka wanted to leave. Bumping into a handsome man had put her in a good mood. But she was past the age of fantasizing about having an affair with every handsome man she saw.

Tomohisa Kimura is still at home waiting for her.

"Excuse me, Ms. Ayaka, may I have a word with you?" Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, "I came here specifically to see you."

"Huh?" Ayaka was taken aback, looking at him strangely. If she had ever seen such a handsome man before, she would definitely have forgotten him.

"I'll go with you, and we can chat for a bit." Shirakawa Natsumi pointed towards the apartment.

His behavior was abrupt and no different from that of a psychopath.

“Okay.” Ayaka nodded in agreement. How could such a handsome younger man have any bad intentions?

The two walked together toward the apartment.

Ayaka would occasionally steal glances at Shirakawa Natsu, secretly comparing him to Kimura Tomohisa.

In terms of looks, the two are handsome men of different types.

But this young man has a very clean smile, and his temperament is something that Kimura Tomohisa simply cannot match.

It's the difference between someone who is both outstanding and handsome, and someone who is simply handsome.

Ayaka gripped the shopping bag tightly with both hands, afraid that the handsome guy would see the condoms inside, and also curious about why he had approached her.

"I'm colleagues with Tomohisa Kimura," Shirakawa Natsu introduced herself. "Let me be frank, I don't get along with him, but you and he are childhood friends, so I want you to help me take him down."

"?" Ayaka stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape, staring at him in disbelief. Her mind was blank; how could he be so direct?

Seeing the surprised look on Shirakawa Natsumi's face, she smiled and said, "I think you know that he just treats you as a toy that he can completely control."

Ayaka's face darkened instantly: "If this is all you've said to me, please leave."

She likes handsome men, but she's not so brainless as to blindly obey them.

"It seems you knew what I was thinking, which makes things simpler." Shirakawa Natsumi took out her phone: "You don't want to be controlled by him forever, do you? I can give you another option."

Ayaka's face darkened further: "No need."

Shirakawa Natsu took a step closer to her, her face only two centimeters away: "You won't refuse me, because you actually want him to see your popular side, right?"

“?” Ayaka frowned, her gaze strange.

“He and I are rivals.” Shirakawa Natsu’s voice was seductive, like a demon from hell: “He has always treated you as a pawn he completely controls. You must have resentments, right? Don’t you want him to see that you are actually quite popular? Let him see that if he doesn’t cherish you, you will have better options.”

A struggle flashed across Ayaka's face as she gritted her teeth: "Do you take me for a child? Why are you acting like this?"

Shirakawa Natsu looked into her eyes, a smile in them, but said nothing.

……

The apartment door clicked open, and Ayaka walked in.

"You're back." Tomohisa Kimura stood up and looked towards the door. The next second, his expression froze on his face as he stared in disbelief at the man behind Ayaka.

Why is Shirakawa Natsu here?

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi looked at him with a surprised expression.

Ayaka clutched the plastic bag tightly, her gaze darting around, and quickly said, "Kimura, let me introduce you. His name is Shirakawa Natsu, and he's my boyfriend."

Her tone was stiff when she spoke, and she had no talent for acting.

But Tomohisa Kimura's expression was equally interesting at this moment, his eyes were all on Natsu Shirakawa, and he didn't notice Ayaka's clumsy performance.

“His name is Tomohisa Kimura,” Ayaka introduced to Natsu Shirakawa, forcing herself to speak. “He’s from the same village as me.”

"Oh, haha, so you're childhood friends." Shirakawa Natsu's expression recovered from her initial surprise as she greeted Kimura Tomohisa, "Nice to meet you, please take care of me."

"Nice to meet you...nice to meet you." Kimura Tomohisa's mind was a mess at the moment. He felt an instinctive sense of inferiority towards Shirakawa Natsu.

He sought confidence from his childhood sweetheart, only to discover that his childhood sweetheart was actually his girlfriend.

Tomohisa Kimura's face turned pale and then red. He couldn't describe his feelings. If Natsumi Shirakawa was Ayaka's boyfriend, then Ayaka was a toy in his hands.

He should be happy.

This means he has won against Shirakawa Natsu, and he can sleep with Shirakawa Natsu's girlfriend at will.

But... when Kimura Tomohisa thought about going to bed, the image of a mother and daughter standing side by side calling out "Dad" flashed into his mind.

Ayaka has been with Shirakawa Natsu, and has already experienced that feeling.

So, if she were to sleep with him, would she feel inferior to him?

Tomohisa Kimura's mind is completely in turmoil.

"Wow! Is this a Mazda 8? Let's play a game." Shirakawa Natsu picked up the controller from the sofa and sat down on it. "Kimura-senpai, I'm very confident when it comes to games, you know. Want to play?"

Tomohisa Kimura felt this wasn't the time to play games, but when he saw the determined look in Natsumi Shirakawa's eyes, his competitive spirit ultimately prevailed: "Okay."

The game started, and Shirakawa Natsu played for a while before handing the controller to Ayaka beside her: "I guess I'm still not very good at games. As my girlfriend, you can finish this match for me."

"I..." Ayaka wanted to refuse, but the controller had already been shoved into her hand. After all, the two were playing the role of a boyfriend and girlfriend, so she had no choice but to start operating it.

When Tomohisa Kimura discovered that he had been replaced, he was completely distraught, feeling a sense of humiliation and being played.

He glanced at Ayaka out of the corner of his eye and saw that after Shirakawa Natsu extended his arm, his hand naturally wrapped around Ayaka's slender waist and slipped his hand inside her waistband.

"Damn it!" Kimura Tomohisa wanted to stand up and throw the controller at his face, but reason stopped him.

He is not in a position to do so now.

Shirakawa Natsumi is Ayaka's real girlfriend. Kimura Tomohisa felt a surge of frustration and frantically pressed the controller.

Ayaka blushed as well, feeling that she must have been bewitched by his words, which stirred up the deepest resentment she harbored towards Kimura Tomohisa.

She felt Shirakawa Natsu's hand slip inside her panties from her thigh.

Looking at Kimura Tomohisa in front of him, he suddenly felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.

Chapter 562 Green Plum Behind the Door

Tomohisa Kimura operated the controller, watching his character race across the arena, easily leaving Ayaka's crooked and wobbly Mario behind.

He gritted his teeth, listening to the suppressed moans coming from Ayaka behind him.

He dared not turn his head, afraid of seeing his childhood sweetheart entangled with Shirakawa Natsu.

The image of Shirakawa Natsu riding on the bodies of that mother and daughter haunted his mind like a nightmare.

Behind him, on the sofa.

Ayaka blushed deeply, her face flushed as if it could drip water, and Shirakawa Natsu had already made her move.

She felt this was wrong and wanted to break free, but the boy she admired was right in front of her, and she knew that Kimura Tomohisa most likely knew what she was doing.

But she dared not resist, dared not raise her voice too loudly.

Shirakawa Natsu, however, grabbed one of her hands, ignoring Ayaka's resistance, and put her hand inside her pants.

Ayaka was playing the game with one hand, but her mind wasn't really on it. Mario was riding his race car, weaving left and right on the track, while her hand was operating another joystick.

"so big……"

Ayaka's eyes flashed with surprise. She glanced at Shirakawa Natsu out of the corner of her eye, saw his handsome smile as a sunny young man, and then blushed and looked away.

Despite its delicate and pretty appearance, it's a carnivore, and on such an exaggerated scale.

Ayaka held the handle in her left hand, and without any guidance, her right hand unconsciously began to wriggle up and down.

Her chest was being rubbed, and after she moved on her own, Shirakawa Natsu also slipped his other hand under her skirt.

"Um..."

Ayaka gritted her teeth, remaining silent as she stared at the back of her childhood friend's head. She clearly loved him and wanted to be with him, but her body seemed to be out of control, following the mood as she did this lewd thing behind her childhood friend's back.

Tomohisa Kimura gripped the handles with both hands, so tightly that his palms turned white. How could he not hear the sounds behind him?

The suppressed breathing of his childhood sweetheart, like a demonic sound from hell, kept pouring into his mind.

Tomohisa Kimura pictured his childhood friend being touched by Natsu Shirakawa. He wanted to stand up and stop her, but he had no right to do so.

Shirakawa Natsu is Ayaka's boyfriend.

He thought he had the rainbow in his grasp, but now it belongs to someone else.

Just then, the character controlled by Tomohisa Kimura on the TV screen reached the finish line.

"Oh dear, I lost. Kimura-senpai is really strong." Shirakawa Natsumi pulled her hand out from under her colorful skirt, which still had a little sticky liquid on it.

Ayaka quickly tidied her clothes.

"Ayaka, let's leave for a while." Shirakawa Natsu grabbed her arm and, while she was still in a daze, forcibly pulled her up from the sofa and headed towards the room next door.

"I...no...I..." Ayaka panicked, her body being pulled along by Shirakawa Natsu, but her eyes were fixed on Kimura Tomohisa, hoping he would turn around and say something to stop her.

Tomohisa Kimura did not turn around. He closed his eyes in anguish. He was afraid of Natsu Shirakawa, and Ayaka was his official girlfriend. If he got up to stop her, he would only be humiliating himself.

Ayaka's eyes went from hopeful to dim, and finally Shirakawa Natsu pulled her into the room and slammed the door shut.

Tomohisa Kimura was left alone in the living room, his eyes closed in anguish.

Just then, music started playing; it was the game results screen. The character he was controlling had won the championship and was dancing and celebrating.

Accompanying this was melodious music.

Tomohisa Kimura stared blankly at the television screen; at that moment, he felt like a clown.

in the room.

After being pulled in, Ayaka covered her body with her hands, her face filled with panic: "Wait...wait, I was just pretending to be your girlfriend to get revenge on Kimura Tomohisa. This kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable."

"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu looked down at her, chuckled, and reached out to stroke her thigh, his fingers moving up her skin. After what he had just done, the area was now incredibly muddy. "Miss Ayaka, if he had even a shred of affection for you, he would have stopped me earlier, wouldn't he?"

Upon hearing this, Ayaka trembled.

"Don't you want to try?" Shirakawa Natsu leaned closer to her: "The person you admire is right outside, and now you're in the room doing it with another man. Don't you find that exciting? Imagine if he knew you were with a strange man, he would be very sad."

The two bodies were pressed together.

Shirakawa Natsu whispered in her ear: "He thought you were a toy in his palm, but now you will prove to him that you are not a toy in his hands, and that you have excellent men who like you."