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He stood with half his body in the middle of the road, successfully attracting the attention of taxi drivers.
With a screech of brakes, a black taxi came to a smooth stop in front of us.
Shirakawa Natsu was overjoyed. She quickly opened the car door, jumped into the taxi, and anxiously called out, "Driver, to Tokyo Tower..."
He turned halfway around and saw a pretty figure in the distance, taking small, quick steps and walking over with a smile.
The bustling street was deserted except for her.
The footsteps seemed to create a melody about love, reaching Shirakawa Natsu's ears.
"Oh~ let me see who this is. Xia-kun, who are you going to see at Tokyo Tower so late?" Jingu Nao walked up to him with a grin and leaned against the open car door.
"Um, could you please turn off the background music?" Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. It turned out that what she had just experienced wasn't a hallucination.
"Hmph~" Jingu Nao snorted, reached for her phone, and turned off the music player.
"Handsome, are you getting on the bus?" The driver smiled when he saw the young couple.
"Sorry." Shirakawa Natsu wanted to get out of the car, but Jingu Nao grinned and pushed him into the car.
She clung to Shirakawa Natsu's arm, beaming, and called out, "To Tokyo Tower, thank you, driver!"
"Alright." The driver chuckled and stepped on the gas.
The scenery on both sides of the road flashed past the car window.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Miyako Nao, who was quietly holding his arm with her eyes closed, unlike her usual energetic self.
This was the first time Shirakawa Natsu had seen her like this, so she didn't say anything, and the atmosphere fell silent.
The taxi drove for an hour before stopping at Tokyo Tower.
The two got out of the car, and naturally, they didn't need the tickets for the exhibition hall. They walked side by side on the street.
Jingu Nao had her hands behind her back, her long, black-stockinged legs swaying back and forth.
Shirakawa Natsu broke the silence, saying, "You seem to be in a bad mood."
“Hmm.” Nao Jingu nodded and looked up at the sky: “Even I can’t always be full of energy. I also have times when I feel down.”
Just then, the two passed by a young street performer who was singing loudly.
Even if fate is turbulent and unpredictable...
Don't shed tears of sadness.
"It should not be abandoned."
This is an inspirational old song, which is full of power in the roar of young artists.
Just a few words were enough to stir Shirakawa Natsu's emotions, and she turned to look at Jingu Nao.
But I noticed that her face still didn't show much expression, and her eyes were filled with a bit of loneliness: "Strange, it's clearly an uplifting song, so why does it sound like a sad old love song?"
Shirakawa Natsu was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and she thought of the scene in the love hotel where she sat on Hojo Kanna and pressed her breasts against her. Suddenly, she felt sorry for Jingu Nao, as if she had cheated on her and been discovered by her.
"No way." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. Jingu Nao was just an ordinary girl, not Kimura Momo. How could she possibly know what happened to her in the hotel?
"Nao, I'm not very good at comforting people." Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head. "I don't know what to say at this moment."
Jingu Nao looked up and met his gaze: "You should say, I like you."
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, only then realizing that a lot had happened between them since they met, but he had never told her that he liked her. It was as if he had simply gotten used to having this girl by his side.
"You don't need to say 'I love you,' just say 'I like you.'" Jingu Nao said with a smile.
It wasn't his usual silly grin; it carried a strange sadness: "Even if I'm lying, it'll make me happy."
"I..." Bai Chuanxia felt a tightness in her chest. If it weren't for the Huangmao APP, and if she were healthy, she would definitely stay with this girl for the rest of her life: "I'm sorry."
Jingu Nao shook her head: "If people who like each other say sorry to each other, it will never end."
Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, took a deep breath, and said, "I like you."
"Hehe." Nao Jingu put one hand to her ear: "I can't hear you."
Shirakawa Natsuya went all out and shouted, "I love you, Jingu Nao!"
Jingu Nao suddenly jumped up and hugged him tightly: "Me too, let's go to bed."
Shirakawa Natsu was still immersed in the feeling of shame from before when she was stunned by the second half of her sentence, staring in disbelief: "Huh?"
"Hehe~" Jingu Nao grabbed his hand and pulled him into a taxi by the roadside.
By the time Shirakawa Natsu came to her senses, she was already standing in front of an apartment building.
Jingu Nao pushed open the door, casually kicked it open, and tossed her little leather boots into the entryway. She turned to Shirakawa Natsu and said, "Hehe, what's wrong? Come in quickly."
"No, um." Shirakawa Natsu leaned out halfway and glanced into the room, an ordinary one-bedroom apartment. "I think I'll go back."
He wasn't a virgin, nor was he a coward, but Jingu Nao was different from other girls.
He was attracted to Kanna Hojo for the mission, although there was also some personal attraction involved, and he also had a good impression of that timid girl.
But in the end, she wasn't treated as a woman who needed to be cherished.
He knew that if he went inside, there was a high probability that some adult activities would occur.
With the Huangmao app around, he's destined to have relationships with many women.
He didn't think he could keep it a secret from Jingu Nao and engage in adult activities with other women.
He didn't want to hurt this innocent girl.
"I just noticed you seemed a bit down, so I brought you back," Shirakawa Natsu said, gripping the doorknob and trying to close the door.
A black-stockinged foot stepped onto the edge of the front door a step ahead of time; if the door were closed any further, the foot would get caught.
"I've already received Natsu's feelings." Jingu Nao grinned mischievously. "Natsu wouldn't have taken what you said about sleeping together earlier seriously, would he?"
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and looked at her with a strange expression.
"Hahaha." Jingu Nao clutched her lower abdomen: "How could such a thing happen? What girl would talk about sleeping with someone who isn't even her boyfriend?"
She bent down, her hands behind her back: "Was Xia brought here by me with this purpose in mind?"
"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsumi was extremely embarrassed by her actions and coughed twice: "Don't joke about things like this."
"Don't worry, I won't eat Xia. Come in." Jingu Nao said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room.
"Alright, I'll just sit here for a bit, but not too long." Shirakawa Natsu walked to a small chair and sat down awkwardly. "I can't sit for too long, or there won't be any more buses if it gets too late. Um... what are you doing?"
After closing the door, Jingu Nao took off her coat as she walked, revealing a tank top underneath.
She wasn't as exaggerated as Kanna Hojo, but she had a unique charm under her thin tank top.
"It's a bit hot in the room." Jingu Nao reached down to the hem of her short skirt and unzipped it, letting the skirt slide down to the floor along with her sheer black stockings.
Her black-stockinged, jade-like feet emerged from her short skirt on the ground, and she walked to Shirakawa Natsu's side, standing in front of him.
Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard. After taking off her skirt, Jingu Nao revealed her black pantyhose underneath.
Her legs were already long and straight, and they looked even longer with the black stockings.
Further inside, the lace designs aren't particularly sexy, but they're still quite mature.
Jingu Nao spread her legs and sat face-to-face on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Sorry, Natsu." Nao Jingu laughed and stuck out her tongue. "I lied."
"Me." Shirakawa Natsu was no saint either, and at this moment, he couldn't help but reach out and place his hands on either side of her waist.
Jingu Nao's waist was so slender that it seemed like two hands could encircle it completely. Her hands were positioned so that half of her waist was the edge of her black stockings, and the other half was her smooth skin.
"Jingu Nao." Shirakawa Natsumi tried her best to calm herself down: "I like you, but isn't it a bit too early? I think we need more time, and I don't want us to regret it."
He really didn't want to hurt this innocent girl, so he subconsciously chose to run away.
"Natsu is a fan of black stockings, isn't she?" Jingu Nao smiled slyly, her waist swaying slightly as she spoke.
Let her gently rub her tailbone against Shirakawa Natsu's thigh.
"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Shirakawa Natsu quickly denied.
“But Natsu often peeks at my legs,” Jingu Nao said, leaning close to Shirakawa Natsu’s ear. “Hasn’t Natsu noticed that I’ve been wearing different styles of black stockings lately?”
Chapter 69 Flower of Evil
Seeing the slightly mocking smile on Jingu Nao's face, Shirakawa Natsu suddenly realized.
For a period of time, Jingu Nao would wear different styles of black stockings to school every day.
Thickness ranges from ultra-thin to opaque.
He certainly wouldn't say anything about it, just taking it as a girl's interest in fashion.
Later, Nao Jingu gradually started wearing only ultra-thin black stockings to school.
He would only look at it occasionally, just to feast his eyes.
It now seems that Jingu Nao was just experimenting with what style she liked best.
“Natsu has been wanting to make a move for a while now, hasn’t he?” Jingu Nao whispered in his ear. “It’s alright, we have plenty of time tonight.”
"No, I can't let my body control me." Shirakawa Natsu made up her mind, then lowered her hands.
"Hold me tight," Jingu Nao said, pressing herself against him.
Shirakawa Natsu also pulled her into her arms.
"Shall we take it a step further?" Jingu Nao smiled and moved slightly.
"No, I..." Shirakawa Natsumi said, separating them.
A few minutes later.
Jingu Nao reached to her right and with a "rip," her stockings were torn open: "Just a little bit is fine."
“No, I…” Shirakawa Natsu was still struggling.
A few minutes later again.
Jingu Nao rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes tightly, and opened her small mouth slightly.
His face showed signs of pain; his teeth clenched and unclenched intermittently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Shirakawa Natsu held Jingu Nao tightly with both hands, her breathing gradually becoming heavy, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
The only sound in the room was the suppressed breathing of the young boy and girl.
At this moment, in the apartment.
Miyuki sat on the bed, picking up her phone and then putting it down again.
"Has Xia not replied to his message yet?" Kanna Hojo sat next to her, her expression complicated.
However, Miyuki didn't notice; her attention was all on her phone. Finally, she shook her head, turned her phone over, and placed it on the bedside table: "Hmm, it's okay. Xia will handle his own affairs."
"Mm." Kanna Hojo nodded, clasped her hands together, and lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with Miyuki.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
“I’m sorry,” Miyuki suddenly said. “If I bite my tongue, my whole body will stiffen.”
"Huh?" Kanna Hojo was taken aback, turned her head, her mouth slightly open, looking incredulous.
“I was kissed on the street last time, that’s why I didn’t push her away.” Mikoto’s voice was calm. Even though what she said was unbelievable, it inexplicably made people feel that she was telling the truth. After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Hojo Kanna: “Kanna, you can try.”
Kanna Hojo's cheeks flushed red instantly.
Thinking of what Shirakawa Natsu had said, Miyuki immediately added in a serious tone, "I wasn't lying to you about kissing me."
Kanna Hojo shook her head quickly, then nodded, turning her face away, not daring to look at Miyuki: "I believe you."
“Hmm.” Miyuki nodded, and the room fell silent again.
"It's getting late," Kanna Hojo said, blushing. "I told my mom I'd be staying at a friend's tonight. If there's nothing else, I'll head home now. Mom probably isn't asleep yet."
She said she was going back, but instead of standing up, she mustered up her courage and looked at Miyuki.
"Okay." Miyuki nodded seriously. "It's so late, let me drive you home."
Kanna Hojo's expression twitched visibly: "I get a little carsick, so maybe we can go back tomorrow morning."
“Okay.” Mikoto said seriously, “Natsu has the key, let’s go to sleep first.”