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"Let's play a fighting game. The loser will be punished." Hua Fei's hair was casually tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a set of home pajamas, and she was too lazy to button the top button of the collar. The V-neck revealed her snow-white skin and collarbone. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when she leaned back, her nipples could be seen.
In just a few days, she had degenerated from a yakuza leader into a 23-year-old, lazy older sister.
She pulled her neckline down a little with one finger, revealing a bit of her fair, tender breasts.
"Ah, please don't punish me anymore." Shirakawa Natsumi awkwardly turned her head away.
In contrast to the increasingly daring behavior of the Scarlet Flower.
The handsome young man has become increasingly weak these past two days.
"Scared?" Hua Fei leaned against the sofa and sat on the floor, kicking Bai Chuanxia's thigh with her bare foot. It wasn't a hard kick, but it made Bai Chuanxia look embarrassed and scramble to avoid it.
"Tch, someone like you thinks he can be my godfather?"
Hua Fei wouldn't let it go, kicking relentlessly; she wasn't just playing around.
She kicked with all her might, and as she watched Shirakawa Natsu dodging her kicks, her smile grew increasingly unrestrained.
"I just like Auntie." Shirakawa Natsumi said weakly, covering her thighs with her hands. Hanabi kicked her without restraint.
This is also thanks to his minotaur body.
If it were anyone else, she would have kicked them until their skin was bruised and battered.
I'm just going along with her.
Now, Hua Fei is becoming increasingly arrogant and complacent, and her suppressed nature over the years is erupting in an even more intense way.
“Then let’s have a duel. If you lose…” Hanahi looked at Shirakawa Natsu’s aggrieved little expression and grinned, “Then take off your clothes. Take off one piece for every round you lose.”
She played dozens of games with Shirakawa Natsumi today, and her win rate was about 90/10.
Upon hearing about taking off clothes, Shirakawa Natsu hurriedly waved her hands, saying, "Absolutely not!"
"Hurry up!" Hua Fei reached out and pulled him over, pressed him to the ground, sat on the sofa herself, and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist: "It's starting now, if you don't fight back, I'll consider it a win."
Her gaze fell on the television, and she became completely focused, grabbing the handle and starting to operate it frantically.
The game the two were playing was called Mortal Kombat, and the whole thing was all about blood and gore and limbs flying everywhere.
Hanabi was having a great time, controlling the burly man character and grabbing the frail girl controlled by Shirakawa Natsu, subjecting her to inhumane torture.
Various moves, such as the dragon ramming, the old man pushing the cart, and the two dragons taking water, attack in turn.
In just half a minute, the character he was controlling was punched through the chest amidst a burst of blood and gore.
"KO"
The scene transition ends.
Hua Fei looked down at him: "Take it off."
"I didn't agree." Shirakawa Natsumi's waist was clamped between her legs from behind. He had intended to cooperate with Hanabi, but in just one day, she had completely let herself go.
This made him wonder if the plan should be adjusted at the last minute.
They've gone a bit too far now.
There's a strange sense of familiarity, like I've seen it in some comic book before.
"Trying to cheat?" Hua Fei reached out without saying a word, grabbed his collar, and pulled it sharply to both sides. The buttons snapped off, revealing his perfect abs.
Shirakawa Natsu didn't expect Hanahi to make a move so directly, and her reaction was a beat too slow. This was no longer just a matter of letting loose.
He even suspected that since yesterday, Hua Fei might have been possessed by something strange.
Let him rack his brains.
Hua Fei didn't stop moving. Using both hands and feet, she quickly took off his shirt and threw it aside. She looked him up and down and said, "Oh my, you have a good figure. No wonder Consort Ma likes you."
He's not the kind of muscular guy.
The muscles are only slightly raised, and their outlines are clearly visible. They are the type that looks muscular when undressed but slim when dressed.
Hua Fei's hand stroked his chest muscles, and when she touched his nipple, she pinched it with two fingers.
"Hey, that's enough, okay?" Shirakawa Natsu slapped her hand away, stopping him from groping her further, and looked at her pajamas: "Want to continue?"
"Okay!" Hua Fei was not intimidated.
This time, Shirakawa Natsu didn't go easy on Hanahi.
His reaction speed was beyond human limits. As he focused intently, the weak girl on TV, who was originally powerless to resist and could only be brutally abused, suddenly unleashed powerful fighting strength, transforming from a whimpering little fox into a big fox that could bite.
Then the strong man pinned him to the ground and exploded his head.
"Hahaha!" Hua Fei burst into laughter at his ashen face. "You don't actually think you can win, do you?"
"Again!" Shirakawa Natsu took off his pants and threw them aside. He admitted that this was getting a little high.
"I'm not playing anymore~" Hua Fei tossed the controller onto the sofa, sat cross-legged, and looked mischievous.
"You!" Shirakawa Natsu was angered by this 23-year-old sister again.
"Are you unwilling?" Hua Fei raised an eyebrow, suddenly grabbed the hem of her pajamas with both hands, pulled them up, and took them off her body, sitting down on the sofa in a very natural manner.
She has very few curves, but a slim waist and long legs.
But her chest is only a B cup, slightly protruding, so small that you can barely grab it with your hand, unlike the aunt's chest where you can only grab half of it and your fingers have to sink in.
Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. He had seen his aunt and Kanna's bodies; the three of them had already seen two of them.
It's not that the novice was stunned when he saw a woman's body.
What no one expected was that Hua Fei would take her clothes off so openly, without any covering underneath, which highlighted her honesty.
"Are you satisfied?"
Hua Fei's chest was perky, and although it wasn't big, her slender body was accentuated by the S-curve.
“I don’t need to see this.” Shirakawa Natsu turned his head away. He didn’t want to see Hana’s body. Even though she was 23 years old, she was more slender than his younger sister Kanna, let alone his aunt.
"Oh, that's a pity." Hua Fei got up from the sofa without putting on her pajamas: "I'll go change my clothes and go out tonight."
Without waiting for his reply, she turned and ran back to her room, not even closing the door.
Shirakawa Natsumi maintained a strange expression, picked up her clothes, took them off and put them on, then realized that she had just ripped off the buttons, so she found a T-shirt and put it on.
I waited in the living room for about half an hour.
I saw Hanabi come out of the room.
When Shirakawa Natsu first saw her, he rubbed his eyes, then opened them to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Hua Fei, standing in front of her, wore smoky makeup, a sexy leather jacket with a bralette and camisole that exposed her back, a short skirt that reached her hips, and fishnet stockings—a typical nightclub delinquent girl's outfit.
If it were a yakuza leader to a sexy mature woman, Shirakawa Natsu could accept it, but this little delinquent girl is really too low-class.
This is only possible if she's good-looking and has a good figure; otherwise, she'd be a typical "shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion).
"Is it strange?" Hua Fei reached out and tied her long hair into two ponytails at the back of her head.
"Um, she's quite cute." Shirakawa Natsu felt that using the word "cute" to describe a 23-year-old aloof and elegant woman was inappropriate, but Hanabi's current attire didn't match that either.
Chapter 418 How Happy She Was
"What are you standing there for? Go change your clothes." Hua Fei, wearing fishnet stockings, raised her leg and stomped on his face with the sole of her foot.
Shirakawa Natsu dodged in time, avoiding her foot, her expression speechless.
She not only changed into a delinquent-girl outfit, but her behavior was also even more rude than before; it seems she has completely let loose.
Shirakawa Natsumi took out a shirt and put it on: "Where are we going?"
"If you want me to agree to your relationship with my mother, just come along." Hua Fei walked to the entrance and took out high-heeled boots to put on.
When she bends over, her short skirt, which reaches her hips, is pulled up, revealing her upper thighs and a bit of her soft buttocks. A little higher and her underwear will be visible.
Shirakawa Natsu harbored a vague curiosity about what was inside the skirt.
But reason quickly prevailed, and he looked away and put on canvas shoes.
He noticed that Hiiro called Maki "Mom," which might be because she's no longer so reserved after being freed from all constraints.
Hua Fei didn't let him drive, choosing instead to take the subway.
The combination of a blond, handsome young man and a sassy, rebellious young woman was quite eye-catching. This attention lasted until they boarded the subway, where, amidst the crowds, no one noticed them anymore.
As the automatic doors closed, the old subway made a rumbling noise, and passengers swayed as the subway started moving.
Shirakawa Natsu looked up at the bus stop sign, enduring the crowded flow of people: "Hey, where are we going? Shibuya?"
He put his arm around Hua Fei's waist.
I didn't want to be too intimate with her, but it was too crowded here, and I couldn't bear to see her in such a sexy outfit rubbing against other men.
It's a father's mentality.
Her leather jacket revealed a section of soft flesh at her waist, and when I put my arm around her, it felt as if my palm was caressing her skin.
Fortunately, the person standing in front of them was a married woman in a short skirt.
When Hua Fei heard his question, she didn't answer. A sly smile flashed in her eyes. Suddenly, she reached out and placed her hand on the thigh of the married woman in front of her, which was covered by flesh-colored transparent stockings.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked in surprise.
The married woman trembled, but did not resist, and quietly lowered her head.
Hua Fei's hands became even more aggressive, using her thighs to reach up and slip under her short skirt, then changing the position to rubbing her hands back and forth with her palms facing upwards.
The married woman trembled slightly, as if experiencing an intoxicating ecstasy. She gripped the handrail tightly, lowered her head, and leaned against Shirakawa Natsu as the subway swayed.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu couldn't stand it anymore, so she quietly reached out and grabbed her wrist, giving her a fierce look.
Hua Fei raised an eyebrow at him, gloating.
For the rest of the journey, Shirakawa Natsu held her wrist tightly, preventing me from doing anything inappropriate, until the subway arrived at Shibuya Station. Suddenly, the married woman called out to him, her eyes fixed on his handsome face:
"Hello, my phone is dead, can I borrow your phone to make a call?"
"My phone's dead too." Shirakawa Natsu pulled Hua Fei away with the crowd without saying a word, leaving the married woman standing there with a resentful look in her eyes, hating him for touching her so much, and not only that, but also for not leaving her phone number.
Shirakawa Natsu felt like she was being pricked by thorns.
Hua Fei smiled slyly and nudged him with her elbow: "Don't worry about me, you can go to the restroom next door and I'll wait for you outside."
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Shirakawa Natsu was annoyed. This 23-year-old woman was far too self-aware, and her actions were completely inconsistent with her age and status. She was capricious and unreasonable.
"Are you angry?" Hua Fei leaned closer, her chest pressed against his.
"No." Shirakawa Natsu felt a squeezing sensation on her chest and turned her head away.
He wasn't angry about it, but rather confused about what she was trying to do.
From the moment she stepped out the door, she acted erratically, completely the opposite of the pretentious Hua Fei she usually was.
He is very worried about Hua Fei's mental state.
"That's great, let's go." Hua Fei turned around with a smile, took his arm, and ran outside.
It is nighttime, but the streets of Shibuya are unaffected by day or night, and are bustling with bright lights and crowds.
Hua Fei held his hand the whole time as they entered the bar at the street corner.
The moment I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Like entering a noisy new world, young men and women writhed on stage, as if they had shed their physical shackles and released everything.
Hua Fei looked around with curious eyes, full of curiosity about everything, just like a child.
"Hey, do you want to come here for a drink?" Shirakawa Natsu leaned close to her ear, raising his voice so loud it would be drowned out if he spoke any softer.
"Come over here." Hua Fei excitedly grabbed his hand, ran to the counter, ordered two cocktails, and the waiter placed the glasses on the bar. She picked up the glasses and drank them down in one gulp.
"Wow, it's so spicy!"
She coughed, and her slender body trembled.
"Of course it will be spicy if you drink like that." Shirakawa Natsu doesn't like drinking alcohol, but seeing her like this, she pulled out a napkin and handed it to her to wipe her mouth.
Hua Fei took it, sat on the bar stool, and stared intently at the noisy men and women in the bar: "When I was a delinquent, I was always curious about bars and thought they were cool, but I was too young and could never get in."
"Then you must have gone to a proper bar." Shirakawa Natsu picked up her glass and took a sip. It was a bit spicy; if you don't like it, you can't force yourself to drink it.
“I achieved it today.” Hua Fei snatched the wine glass from his hand, poured it into her mouth, and then coughed again.