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When he first redeemed this skill, he thought it was useless, but now he finds that it has helped him countless times.
Shirakawa Natsu, holding a camera, walked up to Arishima Ryoko, reached out, placed her hand on the pleated skirt, and pulled it up to her thigh, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.
Holding the camera in his right hand, he focused on his thigh and snapped a few photos in quick succession.
The camera detected insufficient light and automatically turned on the flash, illuminating Ryoko Arisuma's porcelain-doll-like fair face.
She seemed to have become a real adult doll, frozen there.
Shirakawa Natsumi smiled, just as planned.
Despite her innocent appearance, she would wear sexy swimsuits and take explicit photos and engage in physical contact with strange men in front of her boyfriend.
Beneath this porcelain doll-like exterior lies a forbidden heart.
Shirakawa Natsumi grabbed the hem of her skirt with one hand and pulled it up from her knees to her thighs.
Normally, morality, ethics, and reason would allow Ryoko Arishima to suppress these abnormal emotions.
It was at the base of her thighs; her flesh-colored underwear was exposed as the skirt rode up.
Today, the person she likes left with another woman, and under the influence of alcohol, her bottom line is getting lower and lower.
Shirakawa Natsu lowered the camera lens to under her skirt and snapped a photo.
The flashlight illuminated under the skirt.
Ryoko Arishima harbors a desire for revenge against her boyfriend, as well as a deep-seated longing within her.
When Shirakawa Natsu raised her hand and pulled her shirt down, her resistance was different from when she had just started.
This time, Ryoko Arishima did not resist, and he stripped her clothes off her body.
His hands didn't stop moving; the amazing abilities of Huang Mao's photography were fully displayed at this moment.
He could easily operate the camera with one hand while deftly untying her pleated skirt with the other.
Ryoko Arishima trembled slightly; she wanted to resist.
After a few clicks of the shutter, her body stiffened again.
Her reason and desire were struggling.
Shirakawa Natsu knew that her strategy was correct. She picked up the pleated skirt she had taken off and covered her face with it.
Ryoko Arishima shuddered at the obstruction of her vision, even though she had her eyes closed from the start.
But being covered by the skirt, the feeling of not being able to control her own vision made other parts of her body even more sensitive.
Shirakawa Natsumi's hand traced across her skin, raising goosebumps on her fair complexion.
Ryoko Arishima was wearing a plain flesh-colored set of underwear underneath.
The skin was slightly red, the face was covered, and the expression could not be seen, so it could not be captured by a camera.
Shirakawa Natsumi's purpose was clearly not limited to this; today, she needed to make her feel that she had become corrupt and impure.
Only in this way can the subsequent tasks be completed.
The tasks of the sadistic type cannot be accomplished through pure love.
He held the camera in one hand and stroked her abdomen with the other, beginning his blond-haired massage.
The skill judgment is that one cannot perform massage techniques with one hand without turning around.
But apart from that, it is still a powerful technique.
Furthermore, with Ryoko Shima's current state, there's no need for skill-based judgment anymore.
Exposing herself and taking photos is simply the correct way for her XP system to function.
Massage combined with alcohol, stimulation from a boyfriend, and the right kind of XP.
With multiple buffs stacked on top of each other, Ryoko Arishima was completely unable to put up any resistance.
In just a short while, Ryoko Arishima went from being completely stiff to having her body begin to tremble slightly.
Gradually, she clamped her legs tightly around Shirakawa's hand.
As if she had given up completely, Ryoko Arishima closed her eyes but her legs were tightly gripping his fingers.
With each press of the shutter button, Shirakawa Natsu squeezed her legs together tighter.
Modern cameras are very advanced, and continuous shooting is no problem for them.
After a series of twelve consecutive shots, Ryoko Arishima trembled all over, and then collapsed as if she had used up all her strength.
Shirakawa Natsu took the opportunity to withdraw her fingers and wipe her hands clean with the shirt she had taken off.
Ryoko Arishima's chest rose and fell slightly, her small mouth slightly open, as she breathed softly.
Shirakawa Natsu smiled and pulled the pleated skirt covering her face up a little, revealing her lips and only covering her ears.
He leaned down, got close to her ear, and whispered, "Ms. Ryoko, may I take a picture of your expression as you transform from a girl into a woman?"
His voice was very soft, and he could clearly feel Ryoko Shima tremble beneath him.
But the trembling didn't last, and then it subsided, as if the person was truly drunk.
Shirakawa Natsu smiled, knelt on the sofa, and carried her legs on his shoulders.
One hand held her body steady, while the other held the camera, aiming it at the porcelain doll-like girl beneath him.
The sofa is cramped, and those weird comic book plots are all lies. Forget about enjoying it, it's even inconvenient to move around.
Moreover, the noise was very loud, "creaking" and "groaning," as if it could fall apart at any moment.
As expected, Ryoko Arishima was a virgin.
The sounds of cameras clicking and the panting of a man and woman mingled together in the room.
The all-powerful blond-haired photographer captured it all truthfully.
The whole process lasted an hour, and Shirakawa Natsu even took the time to change the camera battery.
After experiencing Nao Jingu's experience, the other girls' physical flexibility paled in comparison.
However, Ryoko Arishima's expressive face still resulted in some great photos.
Ryoko Arishima's expression gradually became distorted amidst the clicking of the camera.
The photos produced by Huang Mao's photography technique lack any sense of sophistication, but they manage to capture expressions exceptionally clearly.
After flipping through his camera, Shirakawa Natsu couldn't resist doing it again.
Afterwards, their skin was covered in sweat, sticking together, sticky and slippery.
After her initial perversion, Ryoko Arishima is now drunk again, lying there unconscious.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, suppressing her weakness, and helped her into the bathroom, gently washing her body.
He dried her with a towel and put her back on her bed.
Seeing her unconscious expression, I covered her with a blanket.
Finally, he took out the camera and placed it on her bedside table.
Shirakawa Natsumi certainly wouldn't take these photos with him; he took a deep look at Arishima Ryoko, whose eyes were tightly closed.
He was looking forward to how things would develop tomorrow.
Chapter 200 Enduring until now
It was early morning when I left Ryoko Arishima's house, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.
The night wind, carrying a chill, blew against his face, and Shirakawa Natsu turned up his collar.
A feeling of weakness washed over me.
Doing it on the sofa is not an easy thing.
First, the space is cramped, making it difficult to move around freely. You have to use your waist while simultaneously controlling the camera shutter with your hands.
Thankfully, the blond guy was a great photographer; otherwise, an hour of foreplay followed by a minute of action would have been hilarious.
"My body is still too weak." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice, shook her head, and hailed a taxi on the roadside.
Although he has been given a minotaur's heart and kidneys.
However, deficiency of both spleen and lungs can cause coughing and fatigue during prolonged battles.
It's fine when the battle takes place in bed; if I get tired, I can just lie down for a while.
However, in other special scenarios, such as restrooms, desks, and movie theaters, it becomes the weakest link in the barrel theory.
In the future, many missions will take place outdoors or on other furniture.
If your spleen and lungs are not in good condition, you'll cough a few times, which spoils the mood and affects your performance.
For the body to fully recover its health, it needs to upgrade both the stomach, spleen, and lungs.
With no weaknesses in his body, and with the support of the minotaur's kidneys and heart, he was able to overcome these limitations.
The body will exert 1.5 times the fighting power of a normal healthy man.
Upgrading Niu Zi one more time would give him his true full potential, at least 2.5 to 3 times the combat power of a healthy human.
"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu sat in the back seat of the taxi, a smile playing on her lips.
Looking out the window at the night scene, in Tokyo, the city that never sleeps, even in the early hours of the morning, you can still see scantily clad young women in black stockings.
Based on the current progress of the task.
By the time Hashimoto Arina returns from France, she will most likely have regained full health.
Before she went abroad, because of her poor health, she would always gently pretend that she had already enjoyed herself.
When she comes back this time, I'll definitely teach her a lesson.
"Ring ring ring!" A cell phone ring interrupted Shirakawa Natsumi's thoughts.
He took out his phone; it was Jiang Enhui calling.
He usually just hangs up, but this time he sent Jiang Enhui home pretending to be drunk.
He was genuinely worried that this guy might impulsively sleep with Mukai Yu, which would affect his subsequent missions.
"Hello, what's up?" Shirakawa Natsu answered the phone, and as soon as she spoke, she heard a burst of loud music coming from the other end. Wrinkled, she asked, "Where are you?"
"The booth from last time, handsome young man, would you like to have a drink with your sister? Phew..." Jiang Enhui's voice was playful, still panting.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted: "You weren't running, were you?"
"Hehe, I'm just dancing normally right now~ But it seems like a blond guy is walking over~ He's quite handsome." Jiang Enhui's voice was light and flirtatious, completely different from the powerful career woman she had during the day.
"Don't mess around, wait for me." Bai Chuanxia's face darkened, she hung up the phone and gave the driver the address of the nightclub.
Even though Jiang Enhui's promiscuity has little to do with him, there are still internal strife tasks.
I always feel nauseous.
Even in the early hours of the morning, the area outside the nightclub was still bustling with activity, as scantily clad women put their arms around men's shoulders, laughing and joking.
In the alley, couples embraced and kissed without restraint, their hands slipping inside the collars of each other's revealing clothes.
It seems that once you enter this place, your bottom line will be lowered involuntarily.
Shirakawa Natsu entered the nightclub with a dark expression; the loud music made his ears ache.
Arriving at the same booth as last time, under the dim lighting, Jiang Enhui, dressed in a black backless bodycon dress with her long legs encased in black stockings, sat on the sofa with her legs spread apart without any regard for her image, holding a glass of wine in her hand.
Fortunately, the lighting was dim, so it was impossible to see under her skirt. Of course, perhaps she didn't care if people saw under her skirt.
Shirakawa Natsu looked around but didn't see the blond guy she was talking about: "Where's the blond guy?"
"Hehe~" Jiang Enhui's face was slightly drunk, her gaze fixed between his feet: "Isn't this the place?"
Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. He walked over and sat down next to her. He didn't have a good way to deal with women who looked at his crotch the first thing they saw when they met: "Mukai Yu took you home. Why are you at a nightclub again?"
"Hmm~" Jiang Enhui glanced at him sideways and said charmingly, "I'm done, but I wasn't satisfied, so I came to a nightclub to find some excitement."
“You…” Shirakawa Natsu’s mouth twitched, his gaze falling on her long legs. Her leg shape was definitely not as good as Jingu Nao’s, but the transparent black stockings were also quite alluring.
Jiang Enhui felt Bai Chuanxia's gaze, but instead of dodging it, she used her hand to lift her pencil skirt up a little, revealing the crotch of her pantyhose underneath.
"Stop talking nonsense, what exactly do you want to see me about?" Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her gaze.