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

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From top to bottom, finally gather the rope around your waist.

Make the ends separate on both sides of the pubic triangle.

The entire sequence of movements was so fluid and graceful that Shirakawa Natsu was dumbfounded. Could this be the legendary Tortoise Shell Binding?

Last week, my brother was playing with a rope and accidentally tied himself up.

In such a short time, his skills have become so proficient. The top students in the Chemistry Department are terrifyingly skilled.

Kanna was bound tightly, her hands and feet behind her back, like a lump of flesh that could not move, and was thrown onto a dilapidated rectangular table.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Kanna couldn't move a single finger and could only look at Mikoto with her eyes.

"Aren't you curious?" Mikoto laughed, "What would your older sister's reaction be if she saw her mother and younger sister like this?"

"!" Kanna's expression froze, gradually replaced by terror: "No...no!"

Chapter 132 You are a good person

Miyuki's smile widened, and she leaned close to her ear and said, "What does it matter? You've already ended your sisterhood, haven't you?"

"No, no! You promised me!" Kanna's face was filled with terror, and her expression was even paler than when she saw her mother's appearance.

“Yes, I didn’t lay a hand on your mother, did I?” Mikoto smiled, took out a mouth ring, and without saying a word, stuffed it directly into Kanna’s mouth, then fastened the belt at the back of her head.

"Ugh!" Kanna could no longer speak, only whimpering. The abnormal sensation of not being able to close her mouth caused saliva to flow from the mouth ring, down her chin, down her throat, leaving clear, glistening marks on her skin.

Even though she couldn't make a sound, she still struggled desperately, her eyes filled with pleading. She couldn't imagine what Inagawa Hanahi would look like if she saw her like this.

However, the most distinctive feature of the tortoise shell bondage is that it fixes every finger on the body, making the bound person like a pile of flesh, unable to move even an inch.

Her chest was large, and even though it was secured by ropes, it still bounced up and down as she moved, creating a visually striking effect.

“It suits you very well,” Mikoto said with a smile, taking out an eye mask and earplugs from her backpack.

Kanna lost all power to resist. In the struggle, she was blindfolded, and darkness instantly enveloped her vision.

Next up were the earplugs.

However, the soundproofing that Kanna had imagined did not materialize, and she could still clearly hear the sounds around her.

Could it be that Mother's was also...?

After this terrible thought popped into her head, she began to tremble all over.

Just then, Mikoto's gentle voice came from beside her: "Don't worry, your mother is wearing real earplugs, yours are fake. There will be a wonderful performance later, I think you will definitely want to hear it."

Upon hearing this, Kanna trembled all over. She tried to look up, but found herself unable to do anything, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Kanna had never felt so powerless as she did today.

Why would a family that was once happy encounter such a terrible thing?

Miyuki withdrew his gaze and walked towards Shirakawa Natsu.

"Hey, I think this is a bit too much." Shirakawa Natsu's face wasn't very pleasant. The scene in front of her could only be seen in fantasy comics that were detached from reality. Mother and daughter, imprisonment, bondage, sadism, and extreme tastes—these tags were easy to trigger when reading comics.

But in reality, it's not exciting at all.

Kanna is also Shirakawa Natsu's friend, and her friend's mother is in this sorry state.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly realized that she was actually a kind person.

Miyuki frowned and looked down at his lower body.

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched: "This is a physical reaction, and it has nothing to do with my knowledge that we can't continue."

A married woman with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, and a young girl in only her underwear, bound in a turtle shell style, completely unable to resist.

Anyone who sees this will be unable to control their physiological reaction.

Miyuki suddenly laughed and said, "Natsu, I like your kindness, but it will end soon."

After she finished speaking, she took out her phone, checked the time, and murmured, "It should be soon."

"What's fast?" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. While he was in a daze, several muffled gunshots suddenly rang out from the warehouse door.

The iron gate latch was snapped open, and then the gate was pushed open.

Inagawa Hanahi, dressed in sportswear and holding a silenced pistol, appeared at the door, pointing the gun at Minoki with a standard gun grip.

"Hanahi, you've arrived ahead of schedule." Miyuki smiled and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

Inagawa Hanahi scanned the room and immediately saw her mother with her legs spread open and her younger sister bound in tortoise shell style.

Although it looked messy, it was still relatively safe, and there weren't ten big men in line.

Inagawa Hanahi visibly relaxed, but soon her eyes blazed with fury again as she pointed her pistol at Miyuki, as if she were about to pull the trigger at any moment.

The atmosphere in the abandoned warehouse instantly became extremely oppressive.

"Damn it." Shirakawa Natsu's face turned pale, and the way she looked at Miyuki changed.

Brother, that's too brave! Why did you have to provoke Inagawa Hanahi, that yakuza heiress? She's not like Hojo Maki, the police inspector, who follows the rules.

Threats don't work on these gangsters.

If someone were to say something like, "I have your mother's video," to Hanahi Inagawa, she'd probably be sinking into Tokyo Bay tomorrow.

Shirakawa Natsu felt her heart pounding, and prayed that her brother wouldn't do anything reckless.

Inagawa Hanahi looked at Minoki with a struggling expression, clearly going through an internal struggle. In the end, she didn't fire the gun, but instead pointed it at Minoki while turning to walk towards her mother and sister, seemingly wanting to untie them.

"Have you thought about how to face them?" Miyuki suddenly laughed. "Let them know that you saw them in this embarrassing state. They're wearing earplugs right now and don't even know you're here."

Upon hearing this, Inagawa Hanahi paused noticeably in her movements. She stopped in her tracks, looked at Miyuki, and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Her voice was cold, as if if Mikoto's answer didn't satisfy her, a bullet would be shot into his forehead the next second.

Shirakawa Natsu was sweating profusely; he felt the back of his T-shirt getting soaked.

When confronting Hojo Maki, although she also had a gun, she was, after all, a police officer, and Shirakawa Natsu was not afraid.

However, it is entirely possible that Inagawa Hanahi would actually fire a shot.

Miyuki's expression didn't change much as she stared at Inagawa Hanahi: "I want you to make a choice."

Inagawa Hanahi held up a pistol, her expression shifting between light and dark, but she did not stop Miyuki.

“Look at your mother.” Mikoto pointed at Hojo Maki: “She is a police inspector in the Metropolitan Police Department. She could have avoided this humiliation, but she chose to deal with the criminals because of your video, and now she’s in this embarrassing state.”

Inagawa Hanahi's face gradually darkened, and her grip on the gun tightened.

Miyuki continued, "Your so-called severing ties with them to protect them doesn't seem to be working. Even if you don't have any contact, she's still your mother. If she hears news that might affect you, she'll still risk her own safety."

Inagawa Hanahi's chest heaved violently as she suddenly pulled the trigger. "Bang!" A silenced gunshot rang out, creating a crater at Minobu's feet, sending shards of debris flying. "Stop talking such pointless words..."

“You won’t shoot me because you love me,” Mikoto said with a smile. “You value feelings more than anyone else.”

"Holy crap!" Shirakawa Natsu almost threw the camera in his hand at his brother's face. Where did you get your confidence from?

Do you think this is some kind of silly, romantic idol drama? Inagawa Hanahi is a legitimate yakuza chairman.

In reality, gang leaders are all ruthless and decisive individuals.

However, despite the several changes in Inagawa Hanahiro's expression, she did not actually fire the gun.

A question mark slowly appeared on Shirakawa Natsu's face as she looked at Miyuki and then at Inagawa Hanahi.

Goodness, is this some kind of silly, sweet idol drama, and Miyuki is the male lead?

Then what am I?

Inagawa Hanahi lowered her pistol, her voice cold: "I'm not killing you because I love you, but because I know what you're planning."

Miyuki was taken aback for a moment, then gave a bitter smile: "Really, I've fooled everyone, but I can't fool you?"

“Because I understand you, just like I understand that I won’t kill you.” Inagawa Hanahi’s voice remained cold: “My family affairs are none of your business, especially not in this way.”

After she said it, she suddenly paused, then stared intently at Miyuki: "This is also your purpose, isn't it, to make me never forgive you again?"

Miyuki smiled, offering no explanation, but simply looking at her with a smile.

“End all of this,” Inagawa Hanahi said coldly. “Otherwise, you will become a corpse, and you know I will.”

Miyuki shook his head: "No, it would be too boring to end this hastily after setting up such a setup."

"Do you want to die?" Inagawa Hanahi's voice was filled with endless chill.

“You give him oral sex.” Miyuki suddenly pointed to Shirakawa Natsu beside her: “It’s humiliating for a proud yakuza heiress to give oral sex to a strange man, isn’t it?”

"Wait, this has nothing to do with me!" Shirakawa Natsu felt that the situation had completely deviated from normal logic. He dared not let a woman holding a gun give him oral sex, no matter how beautiful she was.

Moreover, Inagawa Hanahi has a gun, so she would absolutely not agree.

“I believe you have many other ways to save your mother and sister,” Mikoto continued. “But following my method, nothing will go wrong, right? You don’t want anything to happen to your mother and sister, do you?”

Inagawa Hanahi's expression changed several times before she turned to look at Shirakawa Natsu, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said coldly, "Fine!"

"No!" Shirakawa Natsu shuddered. He really didn't want to get involved in the bizarre thought processes of these crazy women.

Inagawa Hanahi immediately raised her pistol and pointed it at Shirakawa Natsu: "Take off your pants."

Shirakawa Natsu stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, both frightened and furious: "She caused this, why did I have to take my pants off?"

“Because you’re a good person.” Inagawa Hanahi glanced at Miyuki, then said in a low voice, “If this is what she wants to see.”

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. She suddenly thought of a comic book with a brain-dead plot from her previous life. In order to make the woman who liked him give up, the male protagonist sent his girlfriend to his blond friend's bed. The girlfriend gave up and became the blond friend's rag doll. She messed around in front of the male protagonist every day and even made the male protagonist keep watch.

True art originates from life; reality is more magical than comics.

Shirakawa Natsu knew that Inagawa Hanahi was furious. She agreed to give him oral sex not only because she wanted to end it all and avoid further trouble, but also because she wanted to take revenge on Miyuki. Several complex emotions were combined.

Of course, this is from Shirakawa Natsu's perspective.

From Hojo Kanna's perspective, her proud older sister agreed to give oral sex to a man she didn't even know, all for their sake.

Kanna lay face down on the table, tears streaming down her face, soaking her eye mask.

But she dared not make any big movements, for fear that her sister would discover that she could hear the sounds.

No one noticed that Hojo Maki was also trembling slightly.

Chapter 133 This is a secret

Inagawa Hanahi is very pretty, a girl with long, straight black hair. Although she didn't inherit her mother's exaggeratedly good figure, her face is delicate enough, like a porcelain doll, a typical Japanese classic beauty.

Because of her identity as the head of a triad society, she always had a serious expression, exuding an imposing aura even without anger.

Such a beautiful girl, with her mouth open, squatting in front of you, is visually stunning.

Her brows furrowed tightly as she looked up at Shirakawa Natsu: "Why?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. Looking at the dark muzzle of her pistol, he thought, "Anyone would be unable to get up if a gun was pointed at them." He said tactfully, "He seems to be worried about an accidental discharge."

Inagawa Hanahi snorted coldly, turned off the safety, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.

She clearly had no experience and was very careful to use only the tip of her tongue, lightly touching the front of her tongue.

But this time, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and with a "whoosh," it hit her nose directly.

Inagawa Hanahi quickly stepped back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Shirakawa Natsu pretended not to see it; he seemed to understand the function of the minotaur's heart, which was originally meant to provide power.

It's almost like a catapult launch; if he wanted to, he wouldn't need any preliminary work and could be in peak combat condition right away.

If he's not mistaken, the minotaur's heart may directly affect its hardness.

Inagawa Hanahi turned her head to the side, her tongue covered in saliva.

Although she lacked technical skills, she was driven by emotion.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Miyuki, but her good friend was looking down and not looking in their direction.

However, she didn't put her hands in any strange places, so it was alright.

Inagawa Hanahi only scratched the surface, showing no intention of going deeper, which made Shirakawa Natsu anxious.

He tried to reach out and grasp Inagawa Hanahi's head, but she pushed his hand away and glared at him.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Shirakawa Natsu said, "You're right about everything."

The process was extremely slow. Ten minutes had passed, and there was a puddle of saliva on the ground, but nothing had been accomplished.