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

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As midnight approached, the commercial street was still bustling with traffic and flashing neon lights. Drunk office workers sat on the roadside, leaning on each other in twos and threes, their arms around each other's shoulders as they headed home.

The nightlife is just beginning.

Shirakawa arrives at the bar Akaza mentioned.

It is located in a small alley in the commercial street.

The bar is decorated in a modern cyberpunk style, with brand-new decor, and looks like it has only recently opened. The tables also appear to be made of transparent glass.

There was also a small band playing soothing songs on the small stage.

The bar was packed with people, including many good-looking and well-built young men and women who were joking, playing around, and socializing together.

Unlike the clubs in Nagasaki, this place doesn't have hostesses or gambling facilities; it's just a regular, ordinary entertainment venue.

The scene was quite lively, with people playing cards and Truth or Dare.

Just then, a table had just been vacated, and Shirakawa took the opportunity to sit down there.

Shirakawa sat against the wall, with people in front and behind him.

The waiter removed the empty wine bottles and glasses from the table and carefully cleaned the table with a rag.

"What would you like to order?" another waiter asked as he approached.

It's a bit unreasonable to occupy a seat without taking anything from it.

"A cocktail, anything will do, just not too strong, I'm waiting for someone."

"Yes, sir." The waiter bowed and left.

Shirakawa sent Akaza a LINE message, and Akaza said she would be there soon.

There's nothing we can do but wait.

Sitting alone in a bar is a bit awkward, especially since Shirakawa feels that people around him are glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally.

I felt like prey being hunted by hunters.

Everyone held a wine glass, eager to try it.

"Hey bro!" A blonde girl with a sexy, manicured look approached, looking like a budget-friendly version of Mito Sakura. "My friend just broke up with her boyfriend, wanna join us for a game?"

The blonde girl pointed, and there sat two similarly styled hot girls, smiling and greeting Shirakawa.

"No, thank you, I'm waiting for someone," Shirakawa politely declined.

Strangely enough, even though he had suppressed his lust, these hot girls still came to find him.

Is it because of my body shape, which has been shaped by the tiger-shaped body shaping technique?

I should have known better than to absorb it.

"Well... how about we add each other on Line... maybe hang out sometime?" The hot girl was still not giving up.

"Sorry, my phone seems to be out of battery," Shirakawa refused again.

"Oh, I see." The hot girl's eyes were full of disappointment as she turned and left.

Her two friends were also dejected. After the hot girl returned to her seat, the two of them began to criticize her for her poor opening remarks and bad invitation method.

Of course, it wasn't a real accusation; it was more like playful banter between friends.

Just as Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief, a handsome man with delicate features approached, carrying a wine glass.

"Hey buddy, wanna grab a drink? It's on us."

The man laughed heartily.

Shirakawa glanced at their table; it was all boys, and they all looked...

It looks a lot like a contact list.

Damn! Even men are starting to have their eyes on me...

Indeed, excessive fitness training makes it easier to attract the same sex.

"I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone, I apologize..."

Akaza happened to walk in through the door, looking around, and spotted Shirakawa being entangled by a handsome man.

She frequented this bar and was aware of these unusual small groups within it.

"Hey!" Akaza approached, limping along with his cane, and shooed them away.

Seeing such a robust woman approaching, the man didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he silently left.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, you little scumbag."

Akaza was sitting opposite Shirakawa. His tall and muscular physique, resembling Chun-Li from Street Fighter, made the square table seem small.

Her blond hair was a bit long and messy, clearly a plus version of Nikaido, even more carefree and uninhibited.

Akaza, with practiced ease, asked the waiter for a glass of strong liquor.

"You little jerk, have you ordered yet? Want me to treat you...?"

"No, no, I've already ordered."

"Alright, hey, I didn't know until I saw it, you've been working out really well lately!" Akaza nudged Shirakawa's shoulder.

The muscles are firm and strong.

Moreover, you can see Shirakawa's chest muscles faintly through his clothes.

"...What did you call me here to talk about?" Shirakawa got straight to the point.

"I originally wanted to talk to you about my relationship with Nikaido, but... given that you saved my cousin, I'll pass."

Sigh, after this one battle, Nikaido is even more dependent on this scumbag. There's no point in saying anything more. Even if the scumbag wantonly plays with and tramples on Nikaido's feelings, Nikaido will probably be willing to accept it.

Of course, Akaza knew Shirakawa's true nature from his interactions with him these past few days, and probably thought that even this little scumbag wouldn't do such a thing.

"Hello, here is your wine."

Akaza ordered a whiskey, served in an orange glass with a layer of ice at the bottom.

Shirakawa's drink was a pink glass, tall and quite large, with a slice of lemon and a straw stuck in the rim, making it seem more like a small beverage for people who can't hold their liquor.

"Hahaha, you little scumbag, this is what you drink?" Akaza mocked.

"I'm not good at drinking. Remember last time I drank a little beer, I got a fever and missed half a day of school."

"It has nothing to do with the alcohol. You caught a chill from riding on my motorcycle, that's why you have a fever. Besides, you're not..."

Akaza hesitated, then took a sip of whiskey.

"Not what?"

"Don't you have superpowers? That strange thing on your back when you were fighting Yoshioka, and how my cousin recovered in such a short time. If you really get sick, you can just use that superpower."

Shirakawa remained silent.

When faced with questions from Nikaido and Akaza as soon as the situation ended, Shirakawa could only make up excuses, such as cosplay or superpowers, basically just trying to lie.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. But…” Akaza turned slightly to the side, revealing his bandaged thigh. “Although the doctor said I’m recovering quickly, it’s still very inconvenient to move around with a broken leg all the time… Could you use your superpowers to help me think of a solution?”

Shirakawa still didn't answer, and took a big sip of his cocktail.

It's peach flavored, tastes good, quite sweet, and not spicy at all.

That recovery ability requires silver markings; if dark markings appear, internal settings need to be implemented.

If you were to tell Akaza, she would definitely feel sorry for teasing herself, since she already has a lot of opinions about her love life...

“Hmm… alright,” Akaza suddenly raised his glass, “Since it’s your secret, I won’t ask any more questions. Come on, let’s drink!”

"Hey, you're trying to get me drunk and trick me into talking, aren't you..." Shirakawa said warily. "I'm not that easy to get drunk."

"Let's have a drink and chat to relax late at night, don't overthink it," Akaza said with a smile.

"Come, try my whiskey."

"No, I'm really not good at drinking."

"You just boasted that you weren't so easily drunk."

"That's because I don't want to drink. If I wanted to drink, no one could outdrink me!" Shirakawa took a sip of Akaza's whiskey.

......

"When Nikaido was little, she was always clinging to me, chasing after me and calling me 'Big Sister, Big Sister...'"

"I never expected our boss to have such a cute side."

......

As they drank and chatted, the two gradually blended into the atmosphere.

After three rounds of drinking.

Two empty wine glasses appeared on the table.

"belch!"

Shirakawa lay back in the chair, hiccuped, his face and body were flushed, and his hands and feet were clearly not obeying his commands.

He pulled down his collar, and steam rose from it.