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

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Looking at her back, her slender figure, her high and perky buttocks, and the sheer black stockings under her long skirt, it was clearly the attire of a married woman, yet it was full of allure in the details.

"Damn it, I can't look." Shirakawa Natsu was sensible enough not to go to the kitchen to bother the housekeeper, figuring she would definitely not let him touch her.

He sat down on the sofa, but his gaze kept drifting towards his aunt.

The clock struck six.

When Tachibana Miu returned home, she was wearing a JK uniform and had grown to 1.6 meters tall, much taller than when she was found. Auntie really knows how to raise a child.

She glanced at Shirakawa Natsumi, raised an eyebrow, and without bothering to say hello, went straight back to her room.

"Is this brat going through puberty?" Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. She had slept with her stepmother, so she couldn't be bothered to argue with the little girl.

The aunt brought out dinner from the kitchen and invited the two of them to eat.

Everyone ate their own food during the meal, and things were relatively harmonious.

After dinner, Shirakawa Natsu ran into her aunt's room.

"I've calmed down." Ma Fei was flipping through work documents in her hand. "Xia just got back, shouldn't she go and spend time with the other girls?"

"Auntie must be lonely after not seeing me for so long." Shirakawa Natsu knew all about her auntie's tricks, but she couldn't help it; it was really satisfying.

Even if you know what your woman is thinking, you still have to jump in.

"No, I have hands." Ma Fei stretched out her hand, raised her head, and her eyes held a half-smile: "Does Xia still want to be punished?"

“Yes, I don’t think those punishments are enough to make up for my shame towards you, Auntie.” Shirakawa Natsumi said earnestly.

“Sure.” Ma Fei pulled out a string of handcuffs, making a clanging sound as they clattered together, and smiled radiantly. “But if you want to be punished, don’t cry out in pain.”

Shirakawa Natsu leaned back; those must be real handcuffs.

Chapter 631 is quite tragic.

Ma Fei's long hair was draped over her right shoulder and tied into a small braid at the end, giving her a gentle and elegant look, exuding a strong sense of wifely charm. Underneath her casual dress, she wore a pair of sheer black stockings.

She is a gentle wife, yet also possesses a touch of sexy allure.

She hooked one finger around the handcuff, and as she swayed, the chains clanged together, making a "thump-thump" metallic sound.

Judging from the sound, these are definitely real iron handcuffs, the kind used to restrain prisoners.

"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsumi swallowed and chuckled dryly, "Auntie, the handcuffs are real, right?"

“Yes, sir.” Ma Fei, her long legs clad in black stockings, crossed her arms, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter. “I’m a police officer, so isn’t it reasonable for me to carry handcuffs with me?”

“Uh, that’s right.” Shirakawa Natsu’s lips twitched, her eyes wary. “But we don’t need real handcuffs, do we?”

He put his wrists together and said, "Auntie, look, you've arrested me."

It would be a lie to say that Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't nervous.

His current physical abilities are at the peak of human potential, but still within the range of normal people. He could break free from those handcuffs used for pleasure.

If they were handcuffed, they would truly become fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.

Ma Fei didn't speak, a faint smile on her lips. She hooked her fingers around the handcuffs and spun them, making a clanging sound before stopping: "Oh, if Xia doesn't want to, then forget it."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Maki said she didn't want to, but her smile made him feel a sense of pressure.

It's simply impossible to refuse.

Ultimately, deep down, he felt he owed something to the women around him.

"Sigh..." Shirakawa Natsu sighed softly and held out her hand: "Alright, Auntie, you've arrested me."

"Click." The handcuffs were fastened, and Ma Fei did not hesitate at all.

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment. He tried to pull his hands apart, but the cold metallic touch on his skin confirmed that, just as he had expected, he couldn't break free at all.

"Don't be afraid." Ma Fei leaned closer, and the two of them pressed their bodies together.

She wasn't wearing any clothes, and because they were large, when she pressed down on him, Shirakawa Natsu could clearly feel the strange softness of being squeezed into a pancake.

The aunt pushed him onto the bed.

"Lie down, I'll take care of you." The hairstyle of Ma Fei was so elegant that her long hair fell onto his cheek, causing a slight itch.

It was rare to see Shirakawa Natsumi see her aunt like this; she had completely changed from her previous assertive demeanor to a gentle wife devoted to serving her husband.

Ma Fei lowered her head and kissed his lips, gently biting them with her teeth, applying a little force, and then licking the mark with her tongue. Her eyes were slightly raised as she smiled and looked at him.

Her eyes held a captivating allure, yet also a hint of amusement, and she seemed to be in complete control of everything.

Shirakawa Natsu felt the touch of her aunt's tongue on her lips.

This is completely different from his proactive kiss; it's the immersive service of a gentle, married woman's lips.

He stuck out his tongue, trying to put it into his aunt's mouth, but she blocked it with her tongue, as if teasing him, and quickly pulled away after tracing his tongue across it.

After kissing him for a while, Ma Fei ran her hand through her long hair and pressed all her weight onto him.

Auntie's lips moved down Shirakawa Natsu's neck, gently biting his skin and licking it with her tongue, while her other hand also traced his skin.

Shirakawa Natsu watched as his aunt's mouth traveled down to his belly button, pausing for a moment.

"Fuck."

Shirakawa Natsumi closed her eyes in comfort, feeling as if she were soaking in warm water.

The subtleties involved are best left unsaid.

The aunt gently ran her right hand across his back.

With her aunt's lips in front and her delicate hands behind, Xia was caught in a pincer attack and couldn't withstand it. She jumped up in a flash.

The shot hit right in front of the aunt.

Because it was so soft, I sank in a little.

Ma Fei raised her head, glanced at him with a smile in her eyes, and gently grasped him with her remaining left hand, then pressed it down to massage him.

Shirakawa Natsu felt as if she had been placed inside a soft cream puff, so soft it was unbelievable.

The aunt's mouth kept hovering over him.

He is now in a disadvantageous position, attacked from three sides, and his entire body is completely under his aunt's control.

Shirakawa Natsu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, relaxing her whole body. Although her hands were locked, it seemed to be just her aunt's joke, and she wouldn't actually do anything strange.

At this point, all you need to do is enjoy it.

He was clearly soaking in the hot spring, not needing to think about anything.

Until he felt the fingers behind him moving downwards, the fingertips rotating outside.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly opened his eyes and looked down to see his aunt smiling at him, her teeth gently chewing.

"Wait……"

Before he could finish speaking, a strange sensation came from behind him; his aunt's fingertips really were...

Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run through her body; this was definitely not a good memory.

"Fuck!"

Shirakawa Natsu instinctively lunged forward to dodge, but was bitten by the aunt, and this time it was particularly deep.

"Wait...wait a minute, Auntie!"

A look of tension crossed his face; his intuition told him that if he continued, something terrible would happen.

Ma Fei ignored him and gently tightened her fingers.

Shirakawa Natsu was so frightened that she tried to dodge, but it was no use now.

Because Xia Xia had already been controlled by her aunt, she could only dodge and weave within the limited space in her aunt's mouth if she wanted to escape.

Shirakawa Natsu felt as if her body was being completely led by her aunt's fingers.

Her fingers moved inside, moving up, down, left, and right, controlling the rhythm of his body.

To avoid that strange feeling, Shirakawa Natsumi could only move in the direction her aunt was pointing.

He was like a puppet on a string, moving his mouth in the rhythm that the aunt liked.

At this moment, it was unclear who was on top of whom.

Shirakawa Natsumi was not feeling well. Although her aunt had long, slender fingers, she was extremely sensitive to any unusual sensations in her body.

The entire process lasted only three minutes.

His story ended with his aunt's smiling gaze.

afterwards.

The aunt came out of the bathroom, not wearing her pajamas but only a bathrobe, and sat back on the bed with a smile, looking at Shirakawa Natsu: "Natsu, are you still angry?"

"..." Bai Chuanxia's expression was complicated. The handcuffs had been removed, but she could still feel a strange sensation coming from behind her: "Auntie, promise me you won't do it again."

He was genuinely worried that things might go further.

This is just awful.

"Okay." Ma Fei smiled gently and reached out to lift his head onto her soft thigh.

"It's settled then." Shirakawa Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief. Although the price was a bit high, he had finally gotten his auntie's attention. He enjoyed his auntie's massage.

His gaze swept over the door, and he paused, startled. There was a crack in the door; he remembered it was definitely closed when he came in, and he couldn't be mistaken.

Shirakawa Natsu frowned, countless thoughts flashing through her mind: someone had been outside the door just now.

Chapter 632 A Simple Move

Shirakawa Natsu lay in her aunt's soft embrace, silently watching the door. The small crack in the door meant that someone had opened it from the outside.

Normally, it would be difficult to hide even the smallest things from him.

But the situation just now was indeed very special.

Normal men cannot concentrate when they are attacked from both sides.

"Tachibana Miyu".

Peeping at his foster mother—that's something only that little devil would do.

"Xia, are you still angry?" Aunt Mafei reached out and massaged him, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his skin.

"Ah, how could that be? No matter what Auntie does to me, I won't be angry." Shirakawa Natsumi looked away, deciding to go find that little brat later.

First, figure out the situation before considering whether or not to let your aunt know about it.

He assured me that he felt absolutely no pressure.

The most important thing right now is to repair your relationship with your aunt.

"Really?" Ma Fei's eyes were playful as she leaned closer, her fingers sliding around as if dealing with a naughty child.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill down his spine, a strong sense of crisis sending a shiver down his spine.

"Hmph." Consort Ma covered her mouth, her eyes curving into crescents as she laughed heartily.

As Shirakawa Natsu lay on his aunt's lap, watching her laugh, her chest bobbed back and forth, dazzling his eyes.

He couldn't resist any longer, so he sat up from his aunt's lap, pushed her down onto the bed, and pressed down on her voluptuous body: "Auntie, it's my turn this time."

Just now, his body was completely controlled by his aunt. This time, he will follow his own rhythm and will never let his aunt control the situation again.

He wanted to show his aunt that he was the real man, that he wanted to take the initiative, and that things should be done according to his own preferences.

Ma Fei was thrown onto the bed by him. Seeing his fierce expression, she giggled but didn't resist, stroking his cheek. "Xia, do you want revenge?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. What revenge?

Ma Fei took his hand and moved behind her, her tone playful: "Do you want me to turn around?"

"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he held his aunt. He knew clearly that he couldn't always let his aunt control his preferences.

But Xia wouldn't allow it!

Ma Fei lay on her side, holding her phone.

Shirakawa Natsu, standing behind her, held her aunt tightly in her arms and continued to exert herself, determined to get back at her for the humiliation she had just suffered in the same way.