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

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Miyuki's attitude was extremely perfunctory; he spread his thumb and forefinger and moved them without any skill whatsoever.

Shirakawa Natsu felt really dissatisfied and could only hold it with her own hands.

Fortunately, the older woman's soles were very soft.

“Jingu Nao is the real angel.” At this moment, Shirakawa Natsu realized how happy it was to have a girlfriend who catered to his sexual desires in every way.

Thinking of Nao Jingu's black silk stockings and jade feet, he finally rushed onto the soles of Miyuki's feet.

The powerful minotaur's kidneys were enhanced, and their quantity increased significantly.

He was too lazy to wipe it off, so he just picked up the boat socks he had just taken off and put them on her.

Miyuki frowned, seemingly uncomfortable, but didn't try to persuade him, appearing indifferent.

During this time, Shirakawa Natsu called Jingu Nao again. She seemed to have regained her energetic self and was chatting away with him non-stop.

Shirakawa Natsu knew that the conflict between the two still existed, but hearing her voice still made her feel much better.

At 10 p.m., Miyuki parked her car outside the park.

Shirakawa Natsu, holding a camera, followed Mino Shiki into the park. People who come to the park at this time are not exactly respectable.

The two walked further in, and couples passed by from time to time.

As you walk into the park, you see dim streetlights ahead, with small insects swarming around the light sources.

Under the streetlights, Hojo Maki stood there wearing a trench coat.

Wearing a trench coat in this kind of weather is quite strange.

Seeing Miyuki approach, Hojo Maki's expression turned extremely ugly.

Chapter 125 Camera Equipment

The summer night was still and hot, with the chirping of unknown insects coming from the surrounding grass.

Hojo Maki stood under the streetlight, the dim light illuminating half of her ashen face.

She was wearing a long trench coat that didn't suit the season, the hem reaching her calves and revealing her legs covered in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings. Her high-heeled sandals revealed a row of evenly spaced toes, which looked translucent beneath the flesh-colored stockings.

Shirakawa Natsu likes black stockings, but she has to admit that sheer stockings match Hojo Maki's mature, married woman vibe very well.

He raised his camera and captured the beautiful figure and ashen face of the married woman in front of him.

With a sly smile, Miyuki walked up to Hojo Maki and pointed a finger at the button of her trench coat.

Wearing an autumn coat in this weather, even at night, fine beads of sweat would appear on my fair neck.

Hojo Maki instinctively tried to dodge backward, but stopped immediately, her expression darkening.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Maki, there was a traffic jam on the way, which made you wait here for an hour." Mikoto said with a relaxed expression: "By the way, dressed like that, did you encounter any greasy middle-aged men who tried to chat you up? I'm sure you did, after all, with a trench coat like that, other people can tell at a glance that you're playing some kind of perverted game."

Hojo Maki stared into Minoki's eyes, her voice cold: "I don't know, I just arrived too."

"Oops~ Sorry, I lied just now." Mikoto suddenly laughed, "We were hiding over there the whole time, watching Aunt Maki standing here so anxiously, it was really funny~"

Hojo Maki trembled, and her gaze towards Minoki weakened slightly.

"By the way, Aunt Maki didn't notice, did she?" Miyuki chuckled and leaned close to her ear: "There was a scruffy homeless man hiding in the bushes here just now. He saw your lewd figure and rushed over. He must have imagined you as a toilet in his mind, and he almost ended up on your stockings."

After hearing this, Hojo Maki, who had been slightly lowering her head, suddenly raised it, her face filled with confidence and disdain, and sneered: "A meaningless and boring trick."

Obviously, as a police inspector, she knew whether anyone was hiding around her.

When her lie was exposed, Miyuki revealed a triumphant smile: "Of course I know that lies can't fool Aunt Maki, but Aunt Maki must have had a picture in her mind just now, imagining being stared at by other men, with their eyes on your lewd body, being treated like a toilet. Don't rush to deny it, because I know that Aunt Maki is very lewd."

Upon hearing this, Hojo Maki's earlier confidence vanished instantly, and she opened her mouth to deny it.

But she quickly realized that if she denied it, it would prove that she cared about Miyuki's words, especially since it had just happened a moment ago.

Guided by Mikoto's language, some images appeared in her mind.

Her heart raced for a moment, and even though it was a natural bodily reaction, she still felt incredibly ashamed.

Hojo Maki gritted her teeth and stared at Miyuki.

Shirakawa Natsu watched in stunned silence: "Wow, bro, you really know how to play."

When the two first filmed a CD, Miyuki was still a beginner. He led her around with a collar, and everything about her, her body and her mind, was in his hands, and he played with her without restraint.

Only a few days had passed, and not only had Miyuki mastered it, but he had even begun to apply it skillfully to Hojo Maki, this beautiful married woman.

He knew that the two of them left home at 9:30 and came straight here after arriving at the park.

By deliberately arriving late, and then, with just a few words, tearing a gap in Hojo Maki's defenses.

No wonder Miyuki has been taking notes next to the shop these past few days.

Is this the strength of a law school whiz? As expected, intelligent people are more professional than the average person when it comes to S and M.

Shirakawa Natsu felt it was necessary to improve her professional knowledge; otherwise, she would have to use her acting skills to cooperate with her brothers when they played together in the future.

Hojo Maki lowered her head slightly. This was a park, and couples were passing by from time to time.

The chirping of insects around her and the constant heat emanating from her body only made her more agitated.

At this moment, she always feels like the whole world is watching her, and she lowers her head to hide her embarrassment.

Miyu reached out and pulled open the collar of her trench coat.

Under Hojo Maki's disgusted gaze, she glanced inside, gave a strange smile, and suddenly pulled hard.

With a bang, the first bullet from the trench coat fell into the nearby bushes.

Hojo Maki's long trench coat was torn open, revealing her fair skin and exaggerated chest.

This is a black lace lingerie, split in the middle, revealing a little bit.

Hojo Maki reacted quickly, pulling up her trench coat and glaring at Minoki with fire in her eyes.

"Don't be so nervous." Miyuki smiled. "There was no one else here just now. Just like I thought, this style really suits you, Aunt Maki. But why would a usually dignified police inspector have underwear like this? Could it be that you have some kind of deal with your superior behind the scenes?"

"Snap!" Hojo Maki suddenly raised her hand, but Miyuki grabbed her wrist and held it in mid-air.

Looking at Hojo Maki, whose eyes were blazing with fury, those words had already touched a raw nerve.

"So Aunt Maki has always kept herself pure all along. We younger ones need to learn from her." Miki's tone suddenly softened.

Upon hearing this, Hojo Maki snorted coldly, her anger subsiding somewhat, and withdrew her hand.

"But all these years, how has Aunt Maki taken care of her personal needs?" Miki said, reaching under the hem of her trench coat and touching the inside of her thigh, through her thin flesh-colored stockings, and tracing her skin upwards. "Did you use your fingers? Probably not, or maybe a prop?"

Hojo Maki sneered and slapped his hand away: "Of course it's a prop, a man's shape, twenty centimeters long. You, a guy who's into sex, can't understand it."

After all, she's a married woman in her thirties, so these simple humiliations didn't bother her much; instead, they served as an opportunity to mock her.

Of course, she didn't know that Miyuki was also very familiar with the shape of men.

"Stop wasting your time with this nonsense. To me, you're like a little brat who hides in his room, uses his fingers to satisfy himself, and then thinks he's invincible." Hojo Maki said coldly, "What do you want to do? Hurry up."

Despite being mocked, Mikoto was not annoyed at all. Instead, she laughed and said, "I was worried that Aunt Hojo Maki wouldn't be able to accept it, but it seems I was overthinking it."

As she spoke, she pulled a black collar, a handcuff, and a rope from her plastic bag.

Shirakawa Natsu stood not far away, holding a camera. When she saw the necklace, her lips twitched.

Wasn't this the CD he and Miyuki bought to film and use on her?

My brother is really thrifty; he just gave it to Hojo Maki.

The handcuffs were bought by Miyuki herself; she really put her skills to good use.

He was also curious about Hojo Maki's reaction.

Hojo Maki took the collar, fastened it around her neck with a "click," and stared at Mikoto: "What's next?"

She offered almost no resistance, displaying an indifferent expression.

Shirakawa Natsu noticed her other hand; her fist hardened, whether she wanted to punch Miyuki in the face or was simply shy.

Miyuki smiled nonchalantly and picked up the collar rope: "Of course, it's for a walk."

She pointed ahead to a winding path that led deep into the park. In the darkness of the night, under the dim streetlights, the end of the path was lost in the shadows.

"You don't have to crawl like a puppy today. After all, I'm not some kind of devil." Miyuki tugged at the rope on her finger. Hojo Maki felt the pull on her neck and insisted on standing still, not letting Miyuki pull her.

“At this time, only occasionally will people with ulterior motives walk through here,” Mikoto laughed. “As long as Aunt Maki walks fast enough, she probably won’t be able to see this rope clearly in the darkness.”

As she spoke, she reached out and handcuffed Hojo Maki's hands behind her back, saying, "Aunt Maki, you often handcuff people, right? So how does it feel to be handcuffed?"

Hojo Maki remained silent, her expression shifting between light and shadow, her hands restrained as if her freedom had been taken away.

Even though she was trying her best to suppress it, her constantly twisting body showed that she was very uncomfortable.

Mi Zhi Shi, however, did not want to let her off so easily. She reached out and placed her hand on her trench coat: "Since you're already wearing it, of course you should show it off."

This time, he didn't use force, but deliberately slowed down his movements, unbuttoning her trench coat one button at a time.

Maki Hojo has a very mature figure, which cannot be concealed by her trench coat, especially when the buttons are undone.

The trench coat was spread out to both sides, and her hands were clasped behind her back. She could only anxiously try to twist her body to close the trench coat up a little, but this only had the opposite effect, causing the trench coat to open even further.

Shirakawa Natsu finally saw the whole scene inside. She hadn't been mistaken; there were no other clothes inside, only bras.

The bra has a center slit, and the designer obviously didn't expect it to be worn by a married woman with such a large bust size. The size is obviously too small, causing the center slit to be squeezed even wider.

Below that is a flat stomach, covered by a pair of ultra-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose with the top at the waist.

Because her skin had been hidden under the trench coat for a long time, fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin, making the cuffs of her flesh-colored pantyhose look damp.

You can clearly see that the bottom is also an open-crotch style.

Shirakawa Natsu had to admit that whether it was flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings, open-crotch styles, or flesh-colored stockings paired with high-heeled sandals, they all matched Hojo Maki's wifely temperament perfectly.

Brother, you really know how to have fun, or is it that only women truly understand women?

But since Mikoto is useless, what's the point of opening this slot? Is it just for looks?

Random thoughts popped into Shirakawa Natsumi's mind, and she felt something was wrong with her body. She quickly shifted her attention to her surroundings, trying to avoid looking at the beautiful, embarrassed wife in front of her.

I am just a ruthless filming machine.

"Auntie, your heart is beating so fast~ Are you nervous?" Mikoto unbuttoned all the buttons and shook the rope in her hand: "Auntie, hurry up, you don't want anyone to see you like this, do you?"

Chapter 126 It’s all a routine

“Strange, why is Auntie bending over?” Miki wrapped the rope around her hand a few times. “You’re a police inspector, you can’t be so pathetic because of a small collar, can you? You should walk like a model, Auntie Maki. You just need to walk along this path.”

Even though Hojo Maki tried her best to hide it, she couldn't conceal the anger and shame on her face.

She gritted her teeth, ignoring her open trench coat, and stepped forward in her high heels. She had just taken one step when she froze.

Miyuki stood still, holding the leash in her hand, a playful expression on her face: "Sorry, Aunt Mahi, you don't let your dog run too fast when you walk your pet, do you?"

Hojo Maki's eyes could spit fire.

Shirakawa Natsu, holding up her camera, clicked her tongue in amazement. "Yano-Kimi really knows how to do it! Hojo Maki, with her trench coat open, is wearing a slit bra, transparent pantyhose, and lace open-crotch underwear, and she's wearing high heels."

He even wanted the vixen to wear this outfit, but while the vixen was pretty, she lacked the unique wifely charm that Hojo Maki possessed.

"Don't rush in, she's your friend's mother." Shirakawa Natsu comforted himself. He was Hojo Kanna's friend, but this was his classmate's mother.

But he soon discovered that being classmates did not seem to have a comforting effect; on the contrary, it made him even more aroused.

Hojo Maki tried her best to walk quietly, but with her hands tied behind her back and the collar around her neck pulling at her from time to time, she couldn't maintain her balance. With each step, her high heels made a "clack-clack" sound on the concrete.

The park was quiet at night, and the sound of high heels seemed to carry far, attracting other people to stop and watch.

Of course, all of this was just Hojo Maki's imagination; in reality, there was no one on this road.

Unless it's some weird, shameful play, who would run around in a quiet park late at night?

After walking only a hundred meters, Hojo Maki had noticeable beads of sweat on her body, which flowed down her skin to her sheer flesh-colored pantyhose around her waist, making that area noticeably darker than the surrounding area.

Hojo Maki walked ahead, while Mikoto smiled and held the leash without saying a word, as if she were really walking a dog.

After being led around and failing to resist, she seemed to gradually adapt to the rhythm of being led.

The anger on his face had subsided considerably, his eyes were vacant, and he was in a state of mental blankness. As long as he didn't think about it, the shame would lessen a lot.

Shirakawa Natsu knew this was a human tendency to escape; his attention was entirely on Hojo Maki's figure.

Sheer stockings don't make you look slimmer like black stockings.