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

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"Miss Jiang Enhui?" Ryoko Arishima covered her lips with both hands, her face full of disbelief.

Chapter 206 The real you

When Ryoko Arishima first met Kang Eun-hye, she was attracted by her clean and efficient demeanor.

Mature, composed, and capable women are rare in Dongguo.

But this strong woman is like a rag doll that has been played with and broken.

Her legs were spread apart and stretched into a straight line on the bed, swollen and bright red.

Sweat and other substances mingled on her fair skin.

Perfume mixes with other scents to create a pungent odor that enters the nostrils.

The scent made Ryoko Arishima's heart race.

Kang Eun-hye's curvaceous and mature figure rose and fell with her breath.

His lips were open, as if he couldn't close them, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were white, and his face showed signs of pain and other unidentified emotions.

"How...how could this happen?" Ryoko Arishima covered her face with her hands, her large, dark eyes peering at Kang Eun-hye through her fingers.

"Why can't it be like this?" Shirakawa Natsu pressed against her back from behind, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "Perhaps you think it should be like this, that you should be reserved, dignified, and meet other people's expectations?"

"I……"

"You should be able to understand, right? True happiness is not about living the way others want you to live."

Shirakawa Natsu took out a camera from the side, placed it in Arishima Ryoko's hand, and whispered in her ear, "Do you really want to live?"

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the bed and held Jiang Enhui's feet.

Jiang Enhui's eyes gradually returned to normal, and she felt something was wrong with her body. A look of fear appeared on her face: "Wait...wait! It hurts...ah!!"

Screams echoed in the room, but were quickly replaced by another sound.

Ryoko Arishima, holding a camera, stared in disbelief at everything before her. Her legs went weak, and she staggered, barely managing to regain her balance.

As Shirakawa Natsu moved quickly, she glanced at Arishima Ryoko out of the corner of her eye; no wonder she was using a stamina potion.

He once used a stamina potion on Sister Cai, but at that time he didn't have the trial card or kidney to help him. Even though he had stamina, by the end of the battle, his ammunition was severely depleted, and he was left with blanks.

His body couldn't withstand the high-intensity battle, and he felt unwell for several days after the effects of the medication wore off.

Having used the trial card this time, he finally understood the purpose of physical immunity.

With this special effect, you don't need to worry about bruises or sprains.

He glanced at Ryoko Arishima out of the corner of his eye; the blush on her face lingered, and her gaze was fixed on Kang Eun-hye's face.

Looking at the infatuated, dazed expression on Jiang Enhui's face.

Shirakawa Natsu felt she needed to push herself harder, but with the stamina potion, she didn't need to worry about running out of energy.

The bizarre and absurd visuals lasted for an hour.

Jiang Enhui rolled her eyes upward, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and then unconsciously slumped onto the bed.

If Kang Eun-hye was initially a sponge soaked with water, then now the water has been squeezed out.

Shirakawa Natsu got off her and walked up to Arishima Ryoko.

Having witnessed the entire process, Ryoko Arishima collapsed to the ground, only to see Natsu Shirakawa approaching.

Even with something pressed against his face, he remained completely unaware.

“It seems you don’t like taking pictures.” Shirakawa Natsu bent down, took the camera from her hand, and played with it in her hand.

Handing her the camera was a final test; it seems her XP system is simply the type that enjoys being photographed.

Ryoko Arishima's gaze remained fixed on Kang Eun-hye.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shirakawa Natsu walked up behind her, took out a hemp rope from the side, and quickly put it around her wrist.

Then he suddenly pulled tight, binding her hands behind her back.

"Wait... Shirakawa-kun!" Arishima Ryoko shuddered, snapping back to reality. The girl beside her struggled and turned her head, screaming, "What are you doing?"

Shirakawa Natsu pulled hard with both hands, binding her hands tightly, a gentle smile on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu's expression was so sincere that Arishima Ryoko was momentarily stunned.

"Is that what you wanted?" Shirakawa Natsu laughed. "Have you forgotten? You wanted to try taking photos of yourself tied up with ropes, didn't you?"

"Me?" Ryoko Arishima was taken aback, her expression strange. "I didn't..."

“You do,” Shirakawa Natsu smiled. “Your eyes have already told me, and you would feel at ease if it were me, Ryoko.”

“I…” Ryoko Arishima looked intently at Natsumi Shirakawa, her struggles gradually lessening. She turned her head away, no longer looking at Natsumi, seemingly not wanting to be seen by her expression.

Shirakawa Natsu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had succeeded again. Guessing someone's XP was truly like walking on thin ice.

For example, Kang Eun-hye would be much more troublesome if she had Ryoko Shima.

If we're not careful, she might develop a resistance, which could lead to the failure of the mission.

As soon as Ryoko Arishima turned her head, everything went dark. An eye mask was placed on her face from behind, covering her eyes and plunging her into complete darkness.

"Huh?!" Ryoko Arishima's heart, which had just calmed down, skipped another beat. She shook her head frantically, her voice urgent, "Shirakawa-kun, this is..."

"Leave it to me." Shirakawa Natsu's voice reached her ears: "Just leave it all to me, right? Don't think about anything."

With her eyes covered, Ryoko Arishima's other senses became more acute. She could hear Natsu Shirakawa's voice right next to her ear, and felt her breath blowing on her earlobe as she spoke.

The fear on Ryoko Arishima's face gradually faded, and she slowly knelt on the ground, no longer resisting.

Shirakawa Natsumi picked up the rope and skillfully wrapped it around her body several times, binding her figure through her clothes.

When it comes to grappling, he practiced it thoroughly on his brother.

Unfortunately, after his brother resolved his inner conflict, he no longer needed to be bound to relieve stress, leaving his skills unused. Now, he finally has a chance to put his talents to use.

However, the two are too different in size, and every time Shirakawa Natsu exerts force, his palm inevitably touches her body.

"Ah-ha." Ryoko Arishima let out a sigh of relief every time her body was pulled.

On the bed, Jiang Enhui was also breathing, and the sounds of the two intertwined, gradually becoming more and more alluring.

Shirakawa Natsu could even hear her heart pounding.

In about ten minutes, Ryoko Arishima's body was completely bound by ropes.

"Huff... huff..." Ryoko Arishima's voice grew more and more urgent. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was lying on the ground unable to move.

Unable to see anything, he could only guess Shirakawa Natsu's next move by relying on the faint sounds he heard.

The constant sound of Jiang Enhui's breathing in her ears made her feel extremely irritated.

"It's beautiful, Ms. Ryoko," Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, raising his camera. This wasn't a business compliment.

The rope cut into her flesh through her clothes, outlining the contours of her body.

Ryoko Arishima was originally a well-behaved girl like a porcelain doll, but now that she's tied up, there's a strange, conflicting beauty to her.

If I had to describe it, it would be like when you go to a nightclub, the madam calls up the girl who is the best student in the class.

There is a strong contrast.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at her tight pants and realized her mistake. She should have changed Jiang Enhui's transparent black pantyhose before binding her.

Even though it's been torn, it doesn't matter, does it?

What are they all thinking about? Shirakawa Natsu shook his head, clearing his mind of these unserious thoughts. He was here to seriously complete his mission.

“Miss Ryoko, this outfit suits you very well.” Shirakawa Natsu picked up her camera, turned it on, and smiled, “It’s really beautiful.”

"Who...who knows?" Ryoko Arishima turned her head away.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Shirakawa Natsu smiled. "Miss Ryoko can't see what she looks like now."

"..." Ryoko Arishima lowered her head and remained silent.

"Don't worry, I'll film it well and show it to Ms. Ryoko," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"Click!" A camera shutter sounded.

Ryoko Arishima shuddered; she then realized that Natsumi Shirakawa had already started pressing the shutter.

Her body began to tremble, and she unconsciously twisted.

Because she couldn't see where Shirakawa Natsu was, she didn't know where on her body Shirakawa Natsu was filming.

Is it the neck, shoulders, back, waist, or... exactly where was the camera taken?

She began to fidget restlessly, trying to discern direction from the faint sounds Shirakawa Natsu was making.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled as she watched her fidgeting uncomfortably.

As planned, what girls find most intolerable when being photographed is that they haven't even gotten into the right pose or angle before someone snaps a picture of them randomly.

Especially considering that Ryoko Arijima was still using Windows XP, you can imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for her, especially as a photography major.

It's like spending an hour outside without doing anything.

Ryoko Arishima's nose twitched as she naturally began searching for Natsu Shirakawa's scent, though she mostly smelled something strange.

Soon, Ryoko Arishima felt something pressing against her lips, and she instinctively opened her mouth.

"That expression is fantastic." Shirakawa Natsu smiled and pointed the camera at her face.

After taking a few photos, Ryoko Arishima suddenly felt her body being lifted up.

"Wait...wait, Shirakawa-kun, what are you trying to do?"

She had barely finished speaking when she was thrown onto the bed.

"Wait...no!"

Ryoko Arishima instinctively cried out, but she quickly realized that her body was bound and she could not resist at all.

"Ah!" After a scream, Ryoko Arishima buried her face in the bed.

The bed was shaking.

"Oh~ Is Ryoko-san angry?" Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile. "I thought you would be happy."

"How...is this possible!" Ryoko Arishima tried to keep her voice steady. "No...I won't...be happy. It hurts so much..."

“But, Ms. Ryoko, didn’t you notice?” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, holding her camera. “You’re smiling.”

"Ah!" Ryoko Arishima shuddered.

Shirakawa Natsu abruptly ripped off her blindfold and shoved the camera in her face: "Look, Ms. Ryoko, your face."

In the photo, Ryoko Arishima is wearing an eye mask and has an indescribable dazed expression on her face, just like Kang Eun-hye lying next to her.

“This is the real you, Ryoko-san.” Shirakawa Natsumi said, suddenly reaching into her pocket and taking out her phone.

"What do you want to do?" Ryoko Arishima had just looked away from the photo when she saw this scene and her face turned pale instantly.

Chapter 207 My Kind

Shirakawa Natsu, clinging to Arishima Ryoko's back, said, "Ryoko-san, don't you want to send these photos, the expressions we just captured, to everyone via text message?"

"No!" Ryoko Arishima exclaimed in a panic, immediately getting out of bed.

Shirakawa Natsu unlocked the phone with her fingers and lifted it up a bit. Arishima Ryoko, whose hands and feet were tied, couldn't reach the phone.

Her fair face was now filled with terror.

All that remained in his eyes was pleading.

"Don't worry," Shirakawa Natsu smiled. "I'll crop the photo, so it's just your face. They'll only see your expression from just now."

“Stop…” Ryoko Arishima gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed and tears welling in her eyes: “Stop…please, I’ll do anything you ask.”

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and avoided eye contact.

"Holy crap," Shirakawa Natsu muttered to herself, quickly turning her head away. It was too erotic.

If Kang Eun-hye made that expression, she would find it very provocative.