He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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"Hey, you little scumbag, you're no good."

"I can't? What do you mean I can't? I can! Waiter, let's order drinks."

Men hate it when others tell them they are incapable.

Akaza was secretly delighted; Shirakawa had fallen for the trap.

People speak the truth when they're drunk; if he drinks a little more, he'll probably spill all his secrets.

At the same time, she also felt some strange reactions in her body. Her heart was pounding, and her lower abdomen felt hot, as if a raging fire was burning inside.

That's strange. This little bit of whiskey was just a warm-up for me, so why am I already getting dizzy?

The waiter approached with a smile; he'd seen this kind of customer many times before, and he knew Shirakawa was already drunk.

"Come on, have a glass of the strongest liquor." Shirakawa raised his hand, held up one index finger, and swayed slightly.

"Okay, okay, okay." The waiter nodded repeatedly.

Just as the waiter was talking to Shirakawa, Akaza noticed out of the corner of his eye that the three gyaru at the table next to them were behaving strangely.

He gripped the wine glass tightly with both hands, his legs were slightly squeezed together, his cheeks were flushed, he was panting, and he licked his lips from time to time.

What's going on? Are these scumbags really that charming? That they'd act like this in public?

It's unbearable to look at... Oh well... Never mind.

Akaza turned his head, only to see that the handsome men at another table were also crossing their legs, as if they were holding back guns.

Women, men, the singing band, and everyone else around were all looking at Shirakawa with strange eyes.

Huh? What's going on?

Akaza frowned.

Only Cecilia understood that alcohol had numbed Shirakawa's mind, causing his lust to run rampant and unrestrained.

Akaza's body is too strong, so Shirakawa's alluring aura doesn't have a strong effect on her, and she is currently normal.

The entire bar is now captivated by Shirakawa. If they keep drinking, they might not be able to hold back and force themselves on Shirakawa right here.

Although she enjoys lust, she's determined to ruin Shirakawa by having him played with by so many men and women.

No, we have to persuade him to stop drinking.

"Shirakawa, Shirakawa!" Cecilia called softly as she lay on Shirakawa's back.

"Hmm?" Shirakawa grunted.

"Stop drinking, Shirakawa! Wake up, or you're done for..."

"Hmm~~~ It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to worry about me, hehe, it tastes really good, hehe."

Shirakawa started grinning foolishly. Oh well, never mind.

It can only be this way.

The little spider Cecilia, who was lying on his back, opened its sharp teeth and bit Shirakawa's back.

There was no response...

Damn it! We need to intensify our efforts.

Wait, what? Hmm?

Shirakawa's blood has a... well... a very strange smell...

It's a bit spicy, and tastes awful, but it's also kind of intoxicating...

Secia took another drag.

Hey, hey hehe... the taste is actually pretty good...

......

Secia got drunk.

His feet hooked onto Shirakawa's body, and he could no longer get up.

Akaza looked around at the guests, their desires surging.

Their pants were getting a little damp.

"Sorry, boss, we don't want the wine anymore. We'll settle the bill and go home."

Akaza threw the money on the table, picked up Shirakawa, and hurriedly fled the bar.

Author's note: Tomorrow is my birthday. I wish everyone happiness, good health, all the best, and may you soon make a fortune and achieve financial freedom.

I'll update as usual tomorrow, but I don't know how many chapters there will be, it depends on the time... (I'm thinking of updating a lot!)

282. A Short Story from the Park

early morning.

Akaza, leaning on a cane on one side and carrying Shirakawa, who was unable to get up, on the other shoulder, hurriedly left the bar.

With only one leg, it was somewhat strenuous, but thanks to her strong physique, she was still able to carry Shirakawa on her back with difficulty.

The moment she stepped out the door, all the pedestrians in the alley, regardless of gender or even the elderly, were drawn to Shirakawa.

Oh no, we need to move to a safe place right away.

"Hey, Shirakawa, where do you live?" Akaza shook Shirakawa on his shoulder.

Shirakawa mumbled his home address.

No, it's too far. With my current physical condition, I can't possibly get there.

Taking a taxi is also out of the question; what if the driver takes them to the middle of nowhere...

My home is quite close, so I had no choice but to take him back to my own home.

Akaza walked towards his home for a while and noticed that more and more men and women were following him.

Going home rashly would be tantamount to revealing your address to them, and you might very well be confronted by these people at your door.

We need to find a safe, secluded place first, as a transit point, where we can also rest for a while.

But where to go?

As it happened, Akaza saw a park in front of him.

The park is very large and open, and because it was early morning, there were no streetlights on, making it an excellent hiding place.

Akaza walked to the park entrance, turned around, faced the passersby who were following him, clenched his fist the size of a sandbag, and shook it.

"Stop following us!" Akaza shouted.

After saying that, Akaza carried Shirakawa into the park. It was dark inside, with only the bright moon hanging high in the sky as the source of light, its silver light shining on the earth. Apart from the occasional chirping of insects, it was quiet, which contrasted with the bustling commercial street.

Akaza looked behind him and, seeing that no one was following, breathed a sigh of relief.

Arriving at the center of the park, Akaza found a wooden bench and gently put Shirakawa down.

Akaza sat down next to Shirakawa, placed his cane beside him, stretched his aching shoulders, and prepared to rest before continuing his journey.

The bench faces a giant marble fountain, with a European-style design that is quite exquisite, but unfortunately there is no water.

Behind them was a meadow and greenery, as well as a cherry blossom tree. The two of them happened to be under the tree canopy, where delicate pink peach blossoms were in full bloom, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Without the interference of urban neon lights, the sky is filled with dazzling stars, each vying for attention.

It was a beautiful scene, but Shirakawa, standing nearby, had no interest in appreciating it and kept nodding off as if he were dozing off.

"Hey! You little scumbag, don't fall asleep here!" Akaza gently shook Shirakawa.

Spring nights can still be quite cold, and it's easy to catch a chill.

"Big Sister...it's okay, I'm sleepy...I'll take a nap..." Shirakawa's voice sounded like she was being coquettish.

“I am Akaza, not Nikaido! Also, you haven’t told me about the recovery.”

"Hehe, boss, this is a secret, I can't tell you." Shirakawa's face was flushed as he chuckled.

Unexpectedly, this scumbag was so wary; he didn't confess even when he was this drunk.

"Secret, secret," Shirakawa muttered repeatedly, snuggling into Akaza's arms.

"Hey, hey! Don't lie here." Akaza pushed him aside.

After a brief argument, Akaza looked at Shirakawa's handsome face, strong and dashing physique, and that strange, somewhat alluring, and menacing aura about him...

Forget it, so be it.

Akaza blushed and silently agreed, letting Shirakawa lie down.

And so, Shirakawa nestled in Akaza's arms, pressed against Akaza's enormous size. Akaza's size was comparable to Sakura's, but her body was too robust to accentuate its size, and it was very firm and had a strong "aggressive" feel to it. Shirakawa smiled slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

A gentle breeze blew by, and cherry blossom petals swayed and fell from above, landing on the two of them.

Akaza gazed at the dazzling starry sky, then at the bustling city hidden by trees, as if they had entered another world.

Such a beautiful view deserves a cigarette to truly satisfy.