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He knew very well that although Youcai looked like an older sister, she was actually the most insecure ordinary person.
“Arina went to get the easel.” Nao winked at him. “I agreed to be her model, so don’t overthink it. We’re just modeling.”
"What kind of play is this?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched as he felt Xia's hands covering his mouth.
This model doesn't look proper at all.
He didn't know what Nao and Arina had said.
But Nao and Nao are truly a perfect pair: one dares to speak her mind, and the other dares to believe.
Nao wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes smiling, and winked at him: "Don't worry~ I'm helping you stabilize your harem."
Footsteps sounded outside the door; it was someone who had gone out to buy vegetables and was now returning.
She took off her bath towel, changed into a women's nightgown, and held a picture book in her hand.
Seeing that Shirakawa Natsu and Nao were completely naked, her face flushed slightly: "Natsu, did Nao tell you?"
“No problem~ Natsu is happy to.” Nao said, still holding Natsu’s hand, and twirled her around.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, wondering what the two women were up to.
Seeing that he did not object, Youcai picked up the picture book and placed it by the bed, then took out a chair and sat behind the picture book.
She started adjusting the colors.
Throughout, a faint blush lingered on her face.
“Hehe, let’s begin.” Nao said, then pushed him down onto the bed.
"So, what exactly do you want to do?" Shirakawa Natsumi's voice was very low, only she could hear it.
Nao snuggled into his arms, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Silly boy, Arina-neechan actually really likes to draw you."
"So what?" Shirakawa Natsu knew that Yuzuru often drew him.
According to Youcai, in France, she would draw his face every time she missed him.
Shirakawa Natsu has seen Arina's drawings.
I must say, it's drawn really realistically.
This clearly shows that having vegetables means that he has completely remembered them.
"Come here." Nao opened her legs and sat in his lap. The two were very familiar with each other's bodies and naturally came together.
Youcai had already adjusted her paintbrush. Seeing the two people's posture, she blushed, but began to write furiously on the canvas.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi originally wanted to struggle a few more times, but when she saw Youcai's face, which was flushed with shyness and had a light in her eyes.
Yes, there is light.
There was even a sense of fervor in it.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi fell silent. He hadn't seen Arina with such a focused expression in a long time.
My feelings are quite complicated.
He never asked why Nao had these sexual interests, but Nao discovered them instead.
Ultimately, it comes down to him not caring enough about having vegetables.
He only thought of Youcai as a gentle woman, like an older sister.
But she has her own fantasies, and a side of herself that is unknown to others.
As Shirakawa Natsu was reflecting, she felt Nao move in her arms.
"Hey, what are you doing? The model shouldn't be moving."
"Hehe~ It's okay, I'll be very careful." Nao said the same thing, moving very little, like a gentle massage.
Chapter 666 is quite artistic.
Shirakawa Natsu's feelings were complex in various ways.
Nao stirred in his arms; she was petite and adorable, like a mischievous little succubus, winking at him every now and then.
A mischievous smile played on his lips as he moved slowly but rhythmically.
To be fair, the experience was actually quite good.
A cute, clingy, and flirtatious girlfriend—no man could resist that.
But there was food right next to their bed, and paintbrushes were flying rapidly across the canvas, which was quite absurd.
Shirakawa Natsu's skin isn't thick enough to be that thick.
Every time Arina looked up to observe him, Nao would deliberately move as if she wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
The most awkward thing about Shirakawa Natsu is that his body doesn't have the same sense of shame as his mind; he's completely under Nao's control.
"Arina-nee~" Nao called softly, "I'm coming."
Youcai blushed and nodded.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with a question mark. "Are you coming or not? Tell Ayana what kind of messed-up play this is."
Besides, it's so slow.
What is he to me? How could it be so fast?
He is a man who stands at the pinnacle of humanity.
Suddenly, he felt a strange contraction.
Nao's breasts were already quite short and narrow, and the sudden tightening caught him off guard.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi's pupils dilated. He knew that Nao's control over her muscles surpassed that of humans. She was able to perform incredible movements similar to those in yoga.
Her feet were also the most agile; each time, her black silk-clad feet could completely control him without needing any other parts to cooperate.
But I never imagined that I could control these muscles as well.
Nao looked up at his surprised gaze and revealed a devilish smile.
Shirakawa Natsu felt a strange, indescribable contraction, like a massage, undulating with a specific rhythm.
"No." He gritted his teeth, even though being controlled by his girlfriend wasn't exactly shameful.
But the sly smile in Nao's eyes made him feel that his dignity had been insulted.
Shirakawa Natsu closed his eyes and persevered, telling himself that he was a man standing at the pinnacle of humanity.
Three minutes later.
Nao winked at him, then slowly stood up: "Arina-nee~"
"Mmm." Yu Cai blushed and her hands moved even faster.
Shirakawa Natsuo felt hopeless, always feeling like she had lost.
Nao remained in the half-pulled-out position for a full fifteen minutes, and it was only thanks to her that she was able to do it.
Youcai put down her paintbrush, looked at the canvas in front of her, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shone: "Done!"
"Hehe~ Let me see." Nao jumped out of his arms as if she didn't care about throwing away a toy, and skipped lightly to Arina's side. Looking at the canvas, she covered her mouth with her little hand: "So amazing!"
"No, not at all." Youcai said modestly, but the joy in her eyes was undeniable. She kept her eyes fixed on the drawing board, clearly cherishing it.
"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu looked at the two women and felt superfluous, that he shouldn't be sitting on the bed.
After a brief hesitation, she got up and walked behind Nao, looking at the easel.
A look of amazement flashed in Shirakawa Natsu's eyes. In the canvas, he sat on the bed, his expression conflicted and complicated.
Nao sat in his lap like a little devil, all that was missing was drawing horns and a tail on her.
Then, at the point where the two connect.
Shirakawa Natsumi's eyes were subtle; perhaps if Arina switched careers to draw doujinshi, she would definitely become a teacher-level artist.
"Cough cough."
He interrupted the two women's mutual flattery with a light cough.
This strange kind of play should end.
"Hehe~ It's my turn." Nao nudged Yoshino.
Arina blushed, handed the paintbrush to Nao, stood up, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu, her smile different from Nao's mischievous one.
An apologetic look flashed in her eyes.
"?" Another question mark appeared above Shirakawa Natsumi's head. What had she become? A large prop?
“Natsu…” Unlike Nao, Yu Na was very shy and didn’t even dare to look him in the eye.
Seeing Ayana's shy expression, Shirakawa Natsumi couldn't bring himself to refuse her in the current situation.
"Hey... come on."
He reached out and put his arm around Youcai.
The two lay down on the bed, and Nao crossed her legs and began to paint on the new canvas.
Shirakawa Natsu was below. He looked at Ayana's cheeks, which were different from usual, blushing with embarrassment, but the light in her eyes was something he had never seen before.
He sighed inwardly.
It turns out he intended for Ayane to see his love.
But the result was that XP had vegetables.
In a sense, it can be considered as satisfying the need for food.
That night, Shirakawa Natsu experienced something completely different from what she usually did.
This is what it means to find an art student as a girlfriend.
Sex has become such an art form.
What surprised Shirakawa Natsu the most was Nao, whose skill in painting was no less than that of Arina.
But compared to Shirakawa Natsu's youthful and handsome appearance as depicted by Arina.
Her portrayal of Shirakawa Natsu is even more colorful.
This was an evening dedicated to art.
When the sun rises the next day.
Shirakawa Natsu woke up to the sound of two women arguing.
He left the room, supporting his back.
After a night of fighting, he realized that even the human body at its peak has its limits.
He felt that Nao was a little jealous, but the way she expressed her jealousy was different from that of ordinary girls.
"Is this guy a succubus?" Shirakawa Natsu walked into the living room, clutching her waist.
Miyuki came out of the kitchen, holding a bread and fried egg, and waved them in front of him: "Want some?"
"Ah, thank you." Shirakawa Natsu sat down at the table and saw the two breakfasts on it. "You knew I would get up?"
"Well, it's your wake-up time now, so I made an extra portion." Miyuki stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth: "You get up at six with vegetables, and you get up at eight."
"Oh, that's thoughtful." Shirakawa Natsu picked up the bread, which was toasted to a golden brown and still warm, just the right temperature for him.
After a few bites, I finally felt some of the energy I had used up being replenished.
"Aren't you at home at this hour? Don't you need to film a movie?"
He remembered that for the past few months, Miyuki had been traveling around with the production team very early in the morning and rarely came back.
She is now poised to become a top movie star this year, and I see her every time I go home these days.
“Yamagishi Entertainment is on track.” Miyuki finished her bread. “With my current fame, many young stars are vying for new roles. I only need to occasionally take on some guest roles.”
"Not going to be a lead actor anymore?" Shirakawa Natsu understood perfectly; it seemed that Miyuki had no intention of taking her acting career any further.
However, Shirakawa Natsumi had no objection to this, shaking her head: "Alright, you can decide for yourself."
"How about we go on a road trip?" Miyuki put down her cup.