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

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"good body."

"Uh, no." Shirakawa Natsu felt that the way she was stroking him was a bit strange. Rather than pinching his muscles, it was more like an intimate gesture between a man and a woman.

Professor Clark's expression was serious, and his eyes behind his frameless glasses were equally serious and earnest: "Hmm, do we need to go outside to take them off, or is this the place?"

"Right here." Shirakawa Natsu didn't hesitate, unbuttoning her clothes to reveal the muscle lines of her lower body.

"Wow?!" A chorus of exclamations erupted from the audience, and several women stared wide-eyed at him.

Kayla nudged Youcai with her elbow and said with a grin, "Your boyfriend has a really good body."

"Hmm." Youcai looked embarrassed, but hearing her younger brother being praised made her feel a little happy.

Shin Uesugi sat down next to Kayla, adjusting his glasses: "You often say that he's a younger brother who needs your care, but it seems that's a bit different from your description."

Youcai was gazing intently at her boyfriend's physique when she heard his question. She naturally replied, "Yes, kids his age tend to change a lot."

She couldn't possibly tell him that her boyfriend was a monster, so she could only brush it off.

Uesugi Shin looked at Arina with a complicated expression.

Kayla stared at him with interest, then looked at the dishes.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly took off all her coats, leaving her only in a pair of boxer shorts.

His perfect physique was displayed before everyone.

The body of a minotaur is different from the muscles gained through exercise.

In addition to increasing physical strength, the muscle definition and size are all perfectly suited to the female aesthetic, exuding a strong masculine hormone.

After all, its body is designed to attract women.

Shirakawa Natsu casually struck a pose, and the girls below gradually went from gasping in surprise to screaming.

That's how women are. When there are few of them, they become reserved, but once they are surrounded by many other women, they throw all their reserve aside and can't wait to stick their tongues out.

Shirakawa Natsu seemed startled and awkwardly took a step back.

This small gesture, however, made the men and women in the audience even more excited.

"Quiet!" Professor Clark shouted coldly as the situation began to spiral out of control. His stern voice was like a bucket of cold water.

Let's quiet down the noisy classroom.

At least everyone was aware that this was a class.

Their gazes, however, remained fixed, sweeping over him.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid," Professor Clark said, adjusting her glasses. Her stern eyes held no desire.

Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow. As expected of a highly educated teacher, she was truly different.

He glanced at the vegetables out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing her sitting in her seat, gripping the chair tightly with both hands, looking nervous, as if her beloved possession was being spied on by bad people.

Shirakawa Natsu felt quite shameless.

He came up to me with the intention of showing off his physique.

Women often cherish their boyfriends more when they realize that other women are eyeing them.

When Shirakawa Natsu looked away, she saw Professor Clark and was taken aback. The serious-looking professor unbuttoned his uniform jacket, then his shirt, revealing a black bra underneath.

"?" Shirakawa Natsumi's face showed a question mark. What was going on?

Professor Clark maintained a serious expression as he took off his upper body, then untied his uniform skirt, and removed his stockings and high heels.

In just a short while, her curvaceous figure was completely exposed to everyone.

"come over."

Clark looked serious and waved to him.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was strange. Seeing that she looked serious and earnest, like a proper person, she walked over as instructed.

Clark grabbed his hand, pulled him close, and posed him in a way that suggested a pose.

During their interaction, their skin rubbed against each other.

Professor Clark's bra rubbed against his chest, her breath brushed against his neck, or his hand passively caressed her panties.

Shirakawa Natsumi felt several times that she was doing it on purpose.

But seeing her serious expression, I swallowed back the words I was about to say.

Kayla, sitting in the audience, turned to look at Youcai and said, "Don't you think Professor Clark's hairstyle is longer than usual today?"

Youcai looked unwell, feeling uncomfortable watching her young boyfriend being touched all over by the mature and serious teacher.

It gives you a subtle feeling of being cheated on, but not completely cheated on.

"Hmph." Uesugi Shin laughed, "After all, he's not a professional model, so it's normal that it took him a while. Besides, he doesn't seem to mind."

As he spoke, he pointed at Shirakawa Natsu.

Although Shirakawa Natsu was trying hard to control her gun, the female professor, with her serious and intellectual face, reached out with a stern expression, and you could even smell her fragrance.

Xia's head was faintly visible inside her boxer shorts.

He was trying to distract himself by thinking of something else.

But clearly, the effect was not good. The minotaur's body brought him not only benefits, but also the ability to be ready for battle at any time.

Professor Clark suddenly leaned closer, his underwear pressing against Xia's boxer shorts, and she shifted her body slightly against him.

Xia bounced up in an instant, and the tension of the boxer shorts couldn't stop its self-standing strength at all.

"Wow!" came a gasp from the audience.

The extraordinary size of the minotaur's body, combined with his perfectly curvaceous figure, created an atmosphere of eroticism that seemed to fill the air for a moment.

Professor Clark glanced down and frowned slightly. "Don't be nervous. You're not a professional model, this is normal. However, it will affect your painting. Go to the back and get it done. Do you need my help?"

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the changing room next to her.

Just then, Arina suddenly stood up from her seat, walked onto the stage amidst everyone's astonished gazes, grabbed Shirakawa Natsu's hand, and pulled him out of the classroom.

She just wanted to disappear into the ground.

Chapter 450 Chat Alone

At the last second, Shirakawa Natsu grabbed the clothes on the table and was pulled out of the classroom by Ayana.

The scene unfolded so suddenly that no one in the classroom had time to react before the two had vanished.

"Wait, Sister Cai, let me get dressed first." Shirakawa Natsu heard the regretful exclamations coming from the classroom behind him, but he didn't care about any of that.

His gaze remained fixed on Youcai's face.

He went on stage intending to make Youcai feel threatened by showing off his physique, but he didn't expect her to react so strongly.

When asked to wear clothes, Youcai didn't answer. She kept her head down and kept pulling his hand as they walked out.

A beautiful older woman was seen running on campus with a handsome young man wearing only his underwear. In other countries, this might have attracted the attention of passersby.

But in France, most people wouldn't be surprised if he ran in a bra.

Only occasionally would a woman glance at his muscular physique.

As Cai walked ahead, her eyes grew increasingly red until she finally stopped under a sycamore tree.

She leaned back against the trunk of the sycamore tree, covered her eyes with her hands, and remained silent.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly put her clothes on.

"I'm sorry." Youcai lowered her hand, her eyes reddening but not tearing, her eyes filled with apology: "I don't know why, I'm sorry for making you go through this."

Shirakawa Natsu reached out and took her hand: "I just wanted to get you some credits, I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

“I don’t know.” Arina looked up at Shirakawa Natsu with her big eyes, her expression complicated. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to face this, I don’t know when it started to become like this. I don’t know why I feel uneasy.”

Youcai clutched her chest, tears welling in her eyes: "Sometimes I think, Xia, if I hadn't met you, where would I be now? Maybe I wouldn't have these troubles. But just thinking about life without you makes me scared."

She took Shirakawa Natsu's hand and placed it on her chest: "Natsu, perhaps you should stay in my heart, rather than stay by my side."

There were tears in Youcai's eyes, but she held them back and forced a smile.

Shirakawa Natsumi fell silent; he had decided to keep pestering Arina until she agreed.

At that moment, he fell silent.

It's going too far to force someone who has received a modern education to accept the idea of ​​having a harem.

Youcai clearly loves him and takes care of him as her beloved younger brother.

As for his love, all it has brought her so far is unease and pain.

"I'm sorry..." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't say anything else.

Youcai looked at his face as if trying to memorize it, and forced a smile: "Xia, let's split up..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shirakawa Natsu suddenly reached out and covered her mouth, forcing her next words into her own.

“Sister Cai, come back with me, back to Dongguo.” Shirakawa Natsu grasped her hand, her gaze burning with determination: “Okay?”

He wanted to say something sweet, but the words wouldn't come out.

He is really too selfish.

He recklessly squandered Youcai's favoritism towards him.

"I..." Youcai gritted her teeth, opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Don't rush to answer, think about it, okay?" Shirakawa Natsu held her hand, which trembled slightly. "I don't want to lose you."

"Xia Xia." You Cai's expression was complicated. She pursed her lips, and finally reached out to hug him.

Even now, she still couldn't bear to see her brother in such a pitiful state.

The two embraced, feeling each other's body temperature and breath, without saying a word, until the sun gradually set.

"Let's go back." Youcai smiled, like an older sister holding her younger brother's hand: "I'll cook your favorite dishes."

The two of them tacitly avoided bringing up the topic from before.

After buying groceries at the supermarket, I returned to my apartment.

Upon opening the door, I saw Kayla and Shin Uesugi sitting on the sofa.

"Heh, there's food! You have no idea, the classroom was in complete chaos after you left." Kayla waved at her. "Professor Clark's face turned green."

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” Uesugi Shin smiled. “Professor Clark’s actions on the podium were indeed different from usual. She can’t hide her thoughts. She wouldn’t dare to do anything. It would be embarrassing enough if she were to be complained about harassing a male model.”

"Sorry." Youcai gave an awkward laugh, shaking the plastic bag in her hand: "I bought groceries, I'm going to cook something nice tonight."

"Yay!" Kayla pumped her fist and stood up from the sofa. "Then I'll go buy some wine."

"Don't drink, come and help." After saying that, Youcai picked up a plastic bag and pulled her into the kitchen.

Shirakawa Natsu wanted to help, but was kicked out.

Only he and Uesugi Shin remained in the room.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

“I often hear Arina talk about you.” Uesugi Shin’s smile was sincere and not unpleasant. “However, you seem a little different from the description she gave you.”

"Oh?" Shirakawa Natsumi, who hadn't wanted to talk to him before, suddenly became curious: "What's different?"

"Let me think." Uesugi casually rested his chin on his hand, then smiled and said, "She's probably the kind of younger brother who needs to be taken care of. It seems like she has a hard time being self-reliant, but she's always been proud of you, and her eyes light up when she talks about you."

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't know if my description is accurate."

Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged, it was the first time she had heard Arina's opinion of her from someone else.

In the kitchen, Kayla complained as she chopped vegetables: "Cooking is such a hassle. Why do we have to cut them into such neat little squares? We're going to eat them anyway, and then poop them out. In the end, it's all just a lump."

After she finished speaking, she didn't hear Youcai's reply. She turned her head and saw that Youcai was taking a shower, but her gaze was not on her at all.

"Any dishes?" Kayla raised her voice.

"Huh?" Youcai finally snapped out of her daze and gave an awkward laugh: "Is there something you need?"

"Hmph." Kayla put down the knife and looked her over. "I should be asking you why you have that expression. Ever since your boyfriend came, you've been preoccupied. Even when he's not around, you think about him every day and keep drawing his portrait."