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

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“We’ll add more later, until it’s not full.” Shirakawa Natsumi held her hand: “From now on, I will spend your birthday alone with you every year.”

"Mmm." Nao raised her head, her little face full of happiness.

That night, the two had another great time.

……

Time comes the next day.

Shirakawa Natsu had expected Hanakira to continue her antics, but the trip turned out to be a normal one, just like any other hot spring trip between friends.

After a day of playing, all the fatigue is gone.

Shirakawa Natsu escorted Hana Kira home and then escorted Nao to the tram station.

Nao didn't linger. She tiptoed, kissed him on the cheek, and skipped away.

According to her, she was already very satisfied to be able to spend the weekend alone with Shirakawa Natsu.

The weekend is over.

Monday arrived, and Shirakawa Natsu went to work as usual.

He began to suspect that Hua Qiluo had given up because she realized he couldn't manipulate her anymore.

Then the girl with glasses, Iori, came over and said, "Let's have a drink tonight."

She was still dressed in a tight-fitting office lady outfit, black stockings, and high heels, exuding the allure of an office woman's uniform.

"Huh? I have to take Hua Qi tonight." Shirakawa Natsu smiled awkwardly. He didn't know if Iori had asked him out on her own initiative or if she was being controlled by Hua Qi. Their relationship had always been very abnormal.

“She’s on a date with her boyfriend today, and she asked me to book a restaurant for her this morning.” Iori said, one hand on her hip, “You’ve been with the company for a month now, and as is tradition, our department will hold a welcome ceremony for you.”

"Huh? Well... okay then." Shirakawa Natsu looked around. A young office lady not far away winked at him, so it seemed that Iori's excuse wasn't something he made up on the spot.

No wonder my single female colleagues had noticeably more elaborate makeup than usual today.

……

"Cheers!" More than a dozen colleagues sat in a circle around the table, raising their glasses: "Congratulations to Xia on becoming a full member of our department."

"Thank you everyone." Shirakawa Natsumi's face was slightly flushed; she had already been toasted several times.

"Xia~ Do you have a girlfriend?" A glamorous office lady with glamorous makeup leaned closer to him, holding a bottle of wine. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she were drunk, and she leaned weakly against him.

"Hmph, sis, I already have one." Shirakawa Natsu chuckled dryly. She was also a senior colleague at the company who often teased him.

It's hard to say how much of this drunkenness is genuine.

"It's okay, I can be your lover too~" The mature woman was already tipsy when she spoke.

Her confession immediately drew laughter from those around her.

"Alright, stop pretending to be drunk and provoking the newcomer." Iori walked over and sat down next to Shirakawa Natsu, using her body to separate the mature woman.

"Oh, what a pity, I almost succeeded." The mature woman sobered up immediately after being separated from him, her eyes smiling.

Shirakawa Natsu gave an awkward smile and looked at Iori: "Thank you, Minister."

“No need.” Iori turned her head, maintaining her serious and authoritative demeanor.

The atmosphere at the party was great.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the female colleagues agreed to continue singing.

Shirakawa Natsu was responsible for taking the slightly tipsy Iori, the manager, home.

Iori was clearly drunk, and she was staggering as she walked in her high heels.

Shirakawa Natsu could only reach out and support her waist: "Manager, are you alright?"

Chapter 607 Pants Off

Iori's eyes were glazed with intoxication; the buttons of her office lady uniform were undone, and a button on her white shirt was also undone. As she turned to the side, a glimpse of the edge of her black bra was visible from the unbuttoned collar, vaguely revealing a bit of soft breast flesh. The half-concealed appearance made her even more alluring.

"I...I'm okay, I'm not drunk."

As she spoke, her high heels slipped, and she stumbled.

"Careful." Shirakawa Natsu quickly reached out, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her into his arms: "Manager, why don't you help me?"

She was wearing sheer black stockings and high heels, making it difficult for her to walk; the high heels made it impossible for her to maintain her balance.

Shirakawa Natsumi really wanted to take off her high heels, but it would also look strange to walk down the street wearing black stockings.

"Th...thank you." Iori's behavior was relatively good when drunk; she didn't shout or yell because she was drunk, and she even apologized.

Shirakawa Natsu put one of her hands on his shoulder. Fortunately, he was strong and healthy, and supporting the woman was not difficult at all.

Passersby cast envious glances at the drunken office lady in black stockings and a uniform, wondering what kind of movie plot this was.

Ignoring the stares of those around her, Shirakawa Natsu found a designated driver and helped Iori into the back seat.

After getting in the car, Iori leaned on his shoulder, but soon seemed uncomfortable and slid down onto his lap.

The drunken beauty pressed her face against his crotch, rubbing against Xia as the car swayed.

Shirakawa Natsu had no sexual interest in the girl with glasses, but she was aroused by the friction.

Fortunately, she was still drunk.

Shirakawa Natsu was quite well-behaved and didn't grope her while she was sleeping.

The car drove through the darkness until it stopped in front of the apartment building.

"Manager Iori, we've arrived. Which floor are you staying on?" Shirakawa Natsu patted her shoulder.

Iori's eyes twitched, and she slowly opened them, covering her forehead with her hand, looking around in confusion: "I'm sorry for making you take me home."

She frowned, her expression pained, still drunk, but her mind was clear.

"No need to thank me, let me take you upstairs." Shirakawa Natsu put her arm around his neck and her slender waist, and headed towards the apartment building.

The two were only ten meters away from the apartment.

Suddenly, three figures rushed out of the darkness. The leader, a man in his forties, was burly and had a fierce face; he looked like a troublemaker. He said to Iori:

"Hey, our boss wants to see you."

When Iori saw the person who came, her body visibly trembled. Looking at the man, her voice trembled, and she sobered up a bit: "Give me some time, I will pay back the money."

"Go tell my boss about this." The man waved his hand. "Take it away."

The two men behind him, who also looked menacing, walked towards them.

"Ah? No." Iori threw herself into Shirakawa Natsu's arms.

"Hmph, don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we won't hurt you." The two men walked over casually, staring at Shirakawa Natsumi, waiting for his reaction.

Shirakawa Natsu stood still, watching the two of them.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

The two waited for Shirakawa Natsu to shout something like "Don't come over" or "Call the police."

But Shirakawa Natsu didn't say anything, and the three of them just stared at each other.

"What are you standing there for? Take them both with you." The leader shouted, and the two men reacted, grabbing Shirakawa Natsumi by the hand: "Hey kid, don't resist, or you'll regret it."

"Ah, okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, indicating that she wouldn't resist, then put her arm around Iori and asked the two of them, "Where to next?"

Another brief silence followed.

"Let's go." The leading man turned around and led the two into a van parked by the roadside.

Shirakawa Natsu kept holding Iori close, feeling her trembling in her arms, which didn't seem like an act.

His two henchmen glanced at him every now and then, their expressions strange.

They've clearly never seen such a high level of cooperation before.

The van wound its way through the streets before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated office building.

When Shirakawa Natsu got out of the car, she looked up and saw the sign above her head: "Ueshima Films".

The two were led into a dilapidated building corridor, where they encountered several yakuza members in suits. They glanced at Shirakawa Natsu and then passed by.

Finally arriving at an office, the man knocked lightly on the door, which opened to reveal a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

He saw Iori and asked directly, "The repayment date has arrived. I think you should be ready by now."

"I'm sorry." Iori's voice trembled. "Please give me a week. I will definitely be able to pay you back."

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, "That's what everyone who comes here says."

He looked at Shirakawa Natsu and asked his subordinates, "Who is he?"

"He's probably her boyfriend," the subordinate replied.

The man looked at Shirakawa Natsumi: "Your girlfriend borrowed ten million from us. If she can't pay it back today, she'll have to go next door to make porn to pay off the interest. I don't think you want to see your girlfriend being gang-raped by strange men, do you?"

After he finished speaking, his men let out a burst of lewd laughter.

"What should I do?" Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to listen to any more nonsense and skipped straight to the result.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a straightforward answer. After a moment's hesitation, he regained his composure: "The interest is one million yen. Since she's your girlfriend, it's only right that you pay the interest."

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded: “Where do I sign?”

Silence fell in the room once again.

Shirakawa Natsu realized she had been too cooperative, so she turned to Iori and said, "Iori, please believe me, I won't let you get hurt."

"Sign it for him." The middle-aged man tapped his fingers on the table.

The younger brother next to him took out an IOU and handed it over.

Shirakawa Natsumi quickly signed the IOU, then handed it back to him: "Can we leave now?"

“No.” The middle-aged man spread his hands, looking at Shirakawa Natsu: “I also need to leave some guarantees. Your girlfriend won’t be gang-raped by my men, but you have to be the male lead.”

After he finished speaking, he said to the younger brother next to him, "Take him to the next room to film."

"Let's go," the henchman said, leading the way.

"No...no." Iori gripped Shirakawa Natsu tightly, her whole body trembling.

"Don't worry." The middle-aged man sneered, "The photographer is a woman. As long as you pay back the money on time, I can guarantee that no one will see your video, including us."

“This…” Iori looked up at Shirakawa Natsu.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at the middle-aged man with a strange expression. Good heavens, do you gangsters really care about humanity?

He looks fierce, but he's actually a pretty nice person.

He was taken to the next room.

After the younger brother brought him in, he didn't stay to watch, but turned around and left, casually closing the door behind him.

"Let's get started quickly." The photographer was a tattooed young woman, decent-looking, dressed in punk attire. She pointed to the large bed in the room and said, "It's right there, hurry up."

Iori clenched her fists, about to speak, but when she turned her head, she saw that Shirakawa Natsu had already taken off her pants.

Chapter 608 Beyond Humanity

Shirakawa Natsumi pulled down her pants and underwear, then turned to look at Iori.

Iori looked at him as well, her eyes behind her glasses filled with bewilderment, her expression stiff, as if she had sobered up completely at that moment.

They are now being coerced into filming adult videos.

Shirakawa Natsu, however, remained far too calm.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu saw Iori's stunned expression, scratched the back of his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Iori-sama, I can't beat those yakuza. Let's finish filming quickly so we can get out of here sooner."

Iori remained silent, lowered her head, and when she saw between Shirakawa Natsu's feet, her expression froze, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. Generally, Asians are already considered exceptionally gifted by the age of 15.

He's actually 18, and not the limp kind; he looks very energetic.

Shirakawa Natsu took off his shirt, revealing well-defined muscles. He looked thin when he was dressed, but when he took it off, he looked like a fitness athlete.

The punk girl in charge of filming was also immediately captivated, staring at Shirakawa Natsumi with wide eyes.

"You... close your eyes." Iori hugged herself, not daring to look at him.