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

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The story could only happen in her world of memories.

Moreover, Shirakawa's character seems to be a pure, honest, and devoted boy.

“None of that is true, Ayako. Think about it carefully. We’re just ordinary friends,” Shirakawa advised.

Huh?

The tip of the knife stopped trembling.

Did I manage to persuade Ako?

"Haha, hahaha~~" Yako behind him let out a maniacal and eerie laugh.

Just like that Ellie.

"Since Shirakawa-nii has other girls in his eyes... then this is all I can do. I'm sorry, Shirakawa."

Ako raised the utility knife high and thrust it forcefully at Shirakawa.

Shirakawa stood up from the chair and dodged to the side, only to see the utility knife stuck in the computer desk.

The blade tip was chipped and broken.

Scythia was startled and quickly hid behind the monitor.

"Yako, you you you..." Shirakawa was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Holy crap! She's going to give me oral sex!

"I'm sorry, Shirakawa, just bear with it, it'll all pass soon." Ako picked up the utility knife again. "I will be with you, I don't care if it's with you or with your body."

Yako brandished her utility knife and attacked again.

She's trying to turn me into a human specimen!

"Yako, you can't kill me with a utility knife."

"Don't worry!"

The small utility knife was wielded by Aya without any threat.

Each time, they deliberately avoided Shirakawa's vitals.

What she did was completely different from what she said; it was obvious that she didn't seem to be in trouble like Shirakawa.

Shirakawa skillfully dodged back and forth in the small arcade.

He has the blood of Cecilia in his veins, how could he be hurt by a mere utility knife?

A moment later, Ako's body, which rarely gets exercise, showed signs of fatigue and became much sluggish.

Shirakawa grabbed her wrist and restrained her.

Yako kept twisting and struggling, and the utility knife slipped from his hand.

Taking this opportunity, Shirakawa once again used his persuasive skills: "Those photos are all fake. I have nothing to do with those girls. It was all Fukada-senpai who framed me, using photoshopping and other tricks. I am truly devoted to you."

Whether it's true or false doesn't matter right now. What we need to do first is to calm Aya down. We can discuss the rest later.

"I don't believe you!"

The ability to persuade has failed!

That's right. At this moment, Ako is in a state of frenzy and can't hear anything she's saying.

Then we can only prove it with actions.

Shirakawa pulled Ako into his arms.

Yako was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle, pounding on Shirakawa's shoulder. In the struggle, Shirakawa lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Ako climbed on top of him, sitting on Shirakawa's lower abdomen and pinching his neck hard.

But Shirakawa didn't experience any difficulty breathing.

Whether it was because Ayako still had a sliver of reason left, or because she didn't like exercise and her arm strength had never been trained, her weak and soft little hands seemed so limp and powerless as they gripped Shirakawa's neck.

"Yako, it's no use, you can't kill someone by pinching them like that."

814 The Thirty-year-old Kirin

"Shut up, Shirakawa! I'm going to kill you. Only then can I be with you forever!"

Yako gritted her teeth, seemingly straining, but it had no effect on Shirakawa's breathing whatsoever.

“Yako, think about it carefully from beginning to end. Did I really make those promises to you? Did I really do those things to you?” Shirakawa tried to explain.

"You're saying those things again, you fickle man! I'm going to fuck you!!!" Yako said harshly, but hot tears welled up in her light blue eyes.

It wet Shirakawa's clothes and his cheeks.

"Hey, let's have a good talk. Tell me everything I've said and done to you."

"Didn't you say those were all fake?" Yako's voice became sobbing and choked.

Shirakawa reached out and stroked Ayako's delicate, beautiful face, like a porcelain doll, gently wiping away her tears as he played with her short, light blue hair.

"Whether it's true or false, I will never deny your experiences again, but you have to tell me what we went through in your memory. If you don't tell me, I will never know."

This gentle gesture seemed to touch Ako's heartstrings.

She buried her face in Shirakawa's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah... Why am I the only one who remembers? Why am I the only one who knows? Why is Maki-nee your girlfriend? Why is Nikaido so close to you? Why is everyone else completely unaware of everything I've been through? Waaaaah..."

.....

Is she a walking encyclopedia of questions...?

“Those are memories that belong only to you, it’s normal that no one else knows them. Just explain them clearly,” Shirakawa said. “I don’t know what you and I went through in your memories, but Jackie is very worried about you, and so am I.”

"Can I explain it clearly? But I can't say it." Ako was still crying, but her sobs had subsided considerably.

Shirakawa glanced at the computer next to him, which displayed various game websites he had searched for.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him.

"How about you turn your experiences into a game?" Shirakawa suggested.

"Make it into a game?" Ako looked up.

"It's like a dating simulation game where everything you've experienced, whether real or not, is written in," Shirakawa explained.

Yako looked at the computer, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and seemed very interested in the suggestion.

"Games are outstanding works of art. Whether it's a AAA title or a simple game, you can feel the hard work and dedication of the developers. If you can make it, I'll definitely be your first player."

Actually, Shirakawa enjoys playing those kinds of erotic games, otherwise he wouldn't have been transported here...

After listening to Shirakawa's words, Ayako stood up and walked towards the computer.

Once I make that game, everyone I know, and others, will see everything I've been through.

Nothing I've experienced has been meaningless.

However, at that moment, Shirakawa stood up and grabbed Ayako's wrist.

"Today is the school festival, how can we just sit here playing games? Let's relax and gather some materials."

Ayako didn't say much. The wet tears on her cheeks were dried by the blush on her face. She lowered her head slightly and followed Shirakawa out of the arcade.

Hey! What about me? Don't forget about me after you've finished flirting with the girls!

Scythia, sitting on the computer desk, shouted and swung her little legs as she hurried after him.

271. Knitting gloves

The second-year department of the teaching building.

The corridor was also filled with all sorts of stalls, offering fortune telling with tarot cards and pottery making experiences. The stall owners were all students, making it feel like a lively little market.

A set of tables and chairs was placed at the entrance of Class 2-A, where Akita, with prop blood smeared on his face, sat bored.

He was also holding a small plastic fan, constantly fanning himself.

The previous ticket inspector was their class monitor. When he saw the teacher arrive, he asked Akita to hand over his shift, saying he wanted to enjoy the school festival with his friends.

Akita couldn't refuse, and since he had nothing else to do, he agreed.

Looking around at the students coming and going, Akita, who was tired after a long day, couldn't help but yawn.

Attending the opening ceremony in the morning, being treated like that by Shirakawa, and then having to maintain order afterwards—it was exhausting!

"Excuse me, are you still open for business?" A young couple in school uniforms approached Akita and asked.

"Yes, it's 200 yuan per person."

The boy took out two coins and placed them on the table.

Akita knocked on the door, signaling the people inside to get ready.

"Okay, please come in."

The student couple entered arm in arm.