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

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"Aunt Mafei, have you drunk a bit too much?" Shirakawa Natsumi reminded her, as she had already drunk half a bottle in just a short while.

A beautiful married woman gets drunk in front of you—it's a scenario that's hard to resist.

However, Shirakawa Natsu did not want Hojo Maki to get drunk, because the mission had a clear rule that it must be completed while she was sober.

Otherwise, even if the two of them actually had sex, and even if he filled her belly, it wouldn't count as completing the mission.

It's just disgusting.

When Hojo Maki saw him offering her a drink, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she said with a half-smile, "Xia, don't you want me to get drunk?"

Her already beautiful cheeks became even more radiant with the flush of alcohol.

The aroma of alcohol mixed with the pungent scent of perfume creates a restless fragrance.

"Of course." Shirakawa Natsu nodded firmly: "Aunt Maki, please drink in moderation. Alcohol can harm your health."

He spoke these words with utmost sincerity, because they truly reflected his innermost thoughts: her flight was tomorrow.

If she gets drunk tonight and can't complete the task, she'll be in real trouble at the airport tomorrow.

Hojo Maki stared at his face.

While Shirakawa Natsu felt extremely uncomfortable, Hojo Maki suddenly smiled, her smile blooming like a vibrant red rose: "My husband often said the same thing about me when he was alive."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement, it seemed she had successfully stopped Hojo Maki from drinking.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a "thump thump thump" sound from the side.

Hojo Maki finished the glass of wine in one gulp, her face now flushed with a distinctly intoxicated blush.

But she didn't stop; she poured herself another full glass.

That bottle of wine was already three-quarters gone in the blink of an eye.

"Holy crap!" Shirakawa Natsu almost cursed out loud, snatching the bottle from Hojo Maki's hand: "Aunt Maki, please drink in moderation."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the clock on the wall; the second hand had just crossed over from 8 o'clock.

Yutaka Mukai broke his promise.

Shirakawa Natsumi finally breathed a sigh of relief, having successfully eliminated her competitor.

“Strange.” Hojo Maki held a wine glass in one hand, her eyes glazed over. She pointed at the cake and said, “Xia, why is the birthday cake so ugly?”

At this point, Ma Fei was clearly biting her tongue as she spoke.

Clearly, she was already drunk after those few drinks.

"Damn it!" Shirakawa Natsu was so angry that she cursed, and Hojo Maki was drunk, which meant the mission could not be completed.

Am I supposed to sober her up?

His gaze fell on Hojo Maki, whose curvaceous body and beautiful face were slightly hazy from the alcohol. Her small mouth was slightly open, and her bright red lips were even redder after being soaked in alcohol.

Her long, black-stockinged legs bent unconsciously, making her short skirt look a little messy.

"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The drunken married woman was so beautiful.

He couldn't help but place his hand on her cheek, feeling the smooth, soft touch of her skin: "Aunt Mafei, are you alright?"

He never expected that he would suddenly become so drunk when he was perfectly fine just a moment ago. He realized that one should not rush into drinking.

Hojo Maki slightly opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, exuding a mature and alluring charm.

Chapter 174 I'm wiping my sweat

How alluring a drunken wife can be: eyes slightly narrowed, a charming smile, beautiful eyes gazing, and a pair of long, black-stockinged legs casually placed.

Her small mouth was slightly open, her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, completely defenseless, ready to be picked at will.

Lying on her side, her short skirt rode up, revealing her inner thighs. The closer to her fuller figure, the lighter the color of the opaque black stockings became, allowing glimpses of her fair skin underneath.

Further inside, the skirts concealed the view, arousing curiosity and prompting people to want to take a look.

Like a ripe peach, does it have juice that seems ready to seep out of its skin at any moment?

"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsumi swallowed hard. He suspected that Aunt Maki was faking being drunk; she had gotten drunk far too quickly.

Hojo Maki shifted her body on the sofa, seemingly trying to find a comfortable side-lying position. As she moved, she pulled her short skirt up a little.

That's at the base of the thigh, where you can vaguely see the slightly protruding, diamond-shaped pubic bone.

Shirakawa Natsu instinctively bent over, though she was able to use reason to control herself and think calmly.

However, some physical reactions were unstoppable; Ma Fei's alluring appearance alone was enough to make one want to thank her for the hospitality.

"That's not right." Shirakawa Natsu temporarily put aside her suspicion that he was pretending to be drunk in front of her.

Because it didn't make sense, Hojo Maki has been skillfully avoiding his advances these past few days, keeping their relationship at the distance of a daughter's friend.

There's no reason to pretend to be drunk.

It was even less likely that she was pretending to be drunk to test him, because whether he could resist temptation had nothing to do with Hojo Maki.

A mature woman will not test human nature.

Hojo Maki is undoubtedly the most mature and rational one.

Shirakawa Natsu looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 8:10. Mukai Yu wouldn't be able to make it in time.

He reached out and tentatively patted Hojo Maki's long, black-stockinged legs, calling out, "Aunt Maki, are you alright?"

"Is it Xia?" Hojo Maki glanced at him with a dreamy look, a smile playing on her lips, a look that was different from her usual capable and dashing demeanor.

She doesn't seem very bright right now.

The smooth, black silk stockings felt against my hand; the woman's ample bosom made them feel even softer and more supple, as if my hand were glued to them.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn't help but touch it a little longer, her palm moving up along the inside of his thigh, the softer and more tender it became.

When I touched the base, my fingers seemed to be able to faintly feel the moisture under the black stockings.

Hojo Maki did not resist at all, her face full of silly smiles. When Shirakawa Natsu's hand reached her thighs, she slightly opened her legs to make room for more.

"So sexy," Shirakawa Natsu thought to himself, watching as Aunt Maki, who hadn't shown him any interest in the past two days, proactively opened her legs.

It's more about psychological satisfaction than the tactile sensation in your hands.

After groping around for a while, Shirakawa Natsumi resisted the urge to dig deeper, and withdrew her hand after touching under her short skirt: "No, let's wait until Aunt Mahi wakes up."

He was certainly not a gentleman. Aunt Mafei was easy to arouse now, whether it was rubbing against her stockings or her mouth, it was very comfortable. But his ultimate goal was still to complete the mission, and the prerequisite for the mission was that she had to be in a conscious state.

This is very uncomfortable.

Looking at Hojo Maki's drunken state, perhaps there's a way to exploit a bug.

The task requires completing the internal astringent while fully conscious.

So, could we take advantage of her being drunk, do half of it first, and then wake her up with cold water when it's almost time?

This should also be considered as completing the task.

However, this plan is too risky. The Huangmao APP is unreliable in judging whether someone is awake or not, and Bai Chuanxia cannot guarantee that she will be judged as awake in a moment of lust.

The clock on the wall reads 8:15.

"Never mind!" Shirakawa Natsu was unsure when Mukai Yu would return, and once he came back, the difficulty of the mission would increase dramatically.

With such an uncertain factor present, hesitation will lead to defeat.

Shirakawa Natsu leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Aunt Maki, you're drunk. I'll take you back to your room."

He reached out, one hand through the back of her knee and the other under her armpit, and pulled Ma Fei into his arms in a princess carry.

Ma Fei's body seemed boneless; her head rested in his arms, and she had a pleasant scent.

Looking at Aunt Maki's bright red lips, Shirakawa Natsu couldn't resist and lowered her head to kiss her.

Her lips were very soft, slightly parted, allowing one to easily insert their tongue.

Despite having a foreign object in her mouth, Aunt Mafei did not feel uncomfortable like a young girl. Instead, she opened her mouth a little wider and stuck out her tongue.

Their tongues rubbed together, Aunt Mafei's tongue was more delicate, and although she was drunk, it was the most comfortable rhythm.

Shirakawa Natsu originally only wanted to steal a kiss, but now she felt as if she were entangled and being guided to explore inside her mouth.

A real kiss isn't as sweet as some novels describe; saliva is tasteless.

The prerequisite is that the other person does not have bad breath.

Kissing is more of a magical signal, telling the body that the person in front of you has feelings for you.

This gets the body agitated and triggers hormone secretion, preparing it for the next step.

After kissing for a while, Shirakawa Natsu finally gritted her teeth and separated, leaving a glistening, stringy trail between their lips.

"Hoo..." He was slightly out of breath, his heart was racing. He wanted to kiss her a little longer, but he was not in good physical condition and his hands were feeling weak.

He hugged Aunt Mafei, his hands gripping her body, feeling a soft, plump sensation he had never experienced with any other woman.

"Calm down, calm down!" Shirakawa Natsumi desperately told herself to calm down.

After this hug, he was pretty sure that Aunt Mafei was really drunk, because when a person is conscious and is being picked up, they will instinctively use their body to maintain balance, but Aunt Mafei's body was limp and she didn't seem conscious at all.

Unless her acting skills have truly reached the point where she can control her body's instincts.

Aunt Maki was more voluptuous than the fox spirit and Nao Jingu, and her weight was also quite heavy, especially her chest, which was several pounds heavier. Shirakawa Natsu was having some difficulty holding her and was panting heavily, so he unconsciously held her even tighter.

Its plump and soft body is very comfortable to hold.

When I opened the door, I smelled a familiar perfume in the room. Maki's room was very simple, without any unnecessary items, and it was spotless.

Shirakawa Natsu took off her indoor shoes, placed her on the bed, and looked at her slender feet, unable to resist touching them.

She was wearing opaque stockings, only the outline of her toes was visible, and they felt fibrous to the touch.

Shirakawa Natsuya also knew that, in theory, there was no fundamental difference between the feel of these stockings and touching one's own socks.

But when worn on sexy, delicate feet, it's as if the material of the socks is different, psychologically like touching some kind of stimulating organ.

"Hold on, hold on!" Shirakawa Natsu took a deep breath and pulled her gaze away from her jade-like feet. Now was not the time to rub against them.

I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water and a towel, and went back to the room.

Aunt Mafei had her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with her even breathing, as if she had fallen asleep.

Shirakawa Natsu placed the basin of water aside and, before she felt aroused, used a wet towel to wake her up.

Pay attention to the timing. There will definitely be a period of lucidity between when she wakes up and when she regains consciousness. If you speed up the process, given Aunt Mafei's comfort level, it should be easy to control.

Shirakawa Natsumi took a deep breath, slowing her heartbeat, and looked at Aunt Mahi.

She lay on the bed with her head facing the sky, and even in this position, her chest remained high and erect.

Her legs were slightly apart, and her short skirt was pulled up a bit, revealing glimpses of her upper thighs.

I placed my hands on either side of her abdomen, reaching inside her clothes. Summer clothes weren't thick, so I easily grasped Aunt Mafei's slender waist with both hands.

When you first put it on, it feels silky smooth, like the slender waist of a young girl with no fat, like Nao Jingu's abdomen.

Aunt Mafei's is much softer and more delicate, with a very flat abdomen, but with a little force, your fingers can sink into it.

Her body fat percentage is higher than that of Nao Jingu.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but when I apply a little pressure to Aunt Mafei's skin, it feels a bit moist and sticky.

Seeing the outline of his own hand appear on Aunt Mafei's shirt, his breathing became heavier.

From the waist upwards, you can feel the hard fibers on the smooth skin, a unique tactile sensation of a lace bra.

I couldn't resist squeezing it hard. It felt like I was holding an ice cream cone in my hand. The outside was a hard eggshell, and the inside was soft, sticky cream.

"I can't take it anymore." Shirakawa Natsu's body was already somewhat out of control, as if some kind of instinct etched into her DNA had been awakened.

He ran his hands down his ribcage to his back and deftly unbuttoned the back buttons.

Then pull your hands out of your shirt and unbutton each button one by one from top to bottom.

As the top was unbuttoned on both sides, fair skin was gradually revealed.

"So white." Shirakawa Natsu's breathing quickened. She put her hand under her armpit, trying to pull down her bra, but found that the straps were being held down by Aunt Maki.

He was about to turn her body over when he noticed that Aunt Mafei gently lifted her chest herself.

The ribbon was then easily pulled out.