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

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"Aren't you also a victim of her? Those photos, those videos, weren't they all her doing? Why are you still protecting her?" the leader of the boys asked.

It seems he's the kind of person who won't give up until he gets to eat Fukada.

“I’m not protecting her. I just think we’re all ordinary students and shouldn’t do this kind of thing. I also hope she’ll be severely punished, but not in this way. Besides,” Shirakawa continued to persuade, “Fukada is the vice president. If something happens to her, aren’t you afraid the president will come after you?”

Upon hearing the name Xing Gongxi, several boys' expressions changed drastically, and they silently left.

Few students at Sakura High School aren't afraid of that ruthless student council president.

"Shirakawa-san, you're right, we really shouldn't have done this. We'll leave now, but if she doesn't apologize..."

"I know, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"let's go!"

The boys left.

The huge sports warehouse was now empty except for Fukada and Shirakawa.

"I will not apologize to them." Fukada felt no gratitude whatsoever for Shirakawa's help.

In her view, she had slandered him, released those photos, and done so many despicable things. Shirakawa couldn't have saved her for no reason; he must have had ulterior motives.

She has nothing left but this body.

"Ah, we'll talk about apologizing later. I finally managed to fool them away." Shirakawa wiped his sweat; his body was quite exhausted from using his persuasive skills repeatedly.

The erotic energy generated by Kana last night has been completely exhausted after being used twice just now and on stage, leaving only Akita-sensei's share.

Hopefully, this Akita one will be enough to take down Yoshioka.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Shirakawa asked a question.

Fukada didn't reply, silently taking off her top to reveal her cute pink underwear.

Her breasts, though not as large as cherry blossoms, felt soft and white, and her slender waist, paired with a pink ponytail, still had a unique charm.

Then, she put her hands behind her back and started unbuttoning her clothes.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Shirakawa grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.

"Don't you men all want to do this? Don't you all like this? I'll just do it."

"Oh, I didn't mean to."

"Stop pretending. If you weren't after my body, why would you save me?" Fukada broke free and continued taking off her clothes.

"Oh, I just don't want to see a defenseless girl being taken advantage of by a bunch of grown men."

No matter how despicable Fukada may be, this should not be her punishment.

“I owe them this.”

"If you do something wrong, just apologize properly. Why repay with your body? Isn't that taking a shortcut?"

"What? I..." Fukada reacted strongly. He'd never done it before, it was his first time, yet he was being accused of taking a shortcut...

Shirakawa picked up the clothes she had taken off and left on the ground, and handed them to her.

Fukada took the clothes, but didn't put them on. He just held the clothes in his hands and stared at them blankly.

"You didn't tell your classmates what happened behind the gymnasium yesterday, and you didn't post any photos or videos of Akita and the others, and there's also the gauze on your face... Can you tell me what happened?" Shirakawa asked with concern.

Shirakawa could sense that Fukada, who had been intimidated by him, would not dare to harm him again, unless there was some unspeakable reason behind it.

"So what if you know? You spider monster."

Fukada's reason for not playing those photos and videos was simple: she didn't want to offend the inhuman Shirakawa, nor did she want to offend Yoshioka.

So she carried out her plan as Yoshioka had instructed, exposing Shirakawa's scumbag behavior, but without releasing all of her dirty secrets, leaving Shirakawa room to maneuver.

"Since you're already like this, don't be so sarcastic. Just tell me what happened, and maybe I can help you."

"help me?"

"Ah, yes, although I don't understand why you're targeting me like that, in the end, neither I nor the girls were affected. If you have any difficulties, I can help you solve them."

Shirakawa still wanted to repay evil with kindness and turn enemies into friends, mainly because Fukada was already in such a sorry state, and he felt embarrassed to kick him while he was down.

After hearing what Shirakawa said, Fukada's tears flowed like a burst dam.

Whether it's Yoshioka or those men, they all want to use and exploit you first.

To be treated so gently, especially by the man she had plotted against countless times...

I thought all men were like that... but it all feels so ironic...

Fukada kept crying, and Shirakawa didn't know what to do.

Holding her in your arms and comforting her? That wouldn't be a good idea. Shirakawa saved her only to clear his conscience and avoid being tormented by it.

Ultimately, all these troubles and her current predicament are entirely her own doing.

"Then take advantage of the fact that no one's around and fuck her hard, make her your woman!" Just then, Cecilia's voice appeared in Shirakawa's mind.

"Hey! You finally got some peace and quiet, and now you're spouting those indecent things again."

"Haha, I was sleepy just now and took a nap. When I woke up, I saw this scene. Tsk tsk, there's no one in the sports storage room right now. This girl is also very vulnerable. Now is the perfect time to bring her under my control." Cecilia rubbed her hands excitedly, wondering what this woman's lust tasted like.

"Say less, you useless god whose head is full of yellow paint."

You can't just spout a bunch of nice, agreeable platitudes and then suddenly pull out a gun and charge into battle.

"Look at that pink ponytail, it's a nice control stick. And, doesn't she have a tongue piercing? If she licks it..."

"That's enough." Shirakawa was a little excited after she said that.

Ding bell~~

Fukada's phone rang.

With teary eyes, she took out her phone, which was covered in stickers and charms, from her pocket to check it.

It's Yoshioka...

Yoshioka: Yo~~ My dear little girlfriend~ We're going to infiltrate Sakura High School. Come to the cafe near the school gate to make a plan. Everyone's waiting for you, my good strategist.

The writing is frivolous.

Fukada didn't want to do that kind of thing anymore. After all she had been through, she just wanted to find a place to rest.

But she still turned off her phone, put on her clothes, and stood up unsteadily.

If I leave now, Yoshioka will definitely seek endless revenge.

"Where are you going?" Shirakawa noticed Fukada's unusual behavior and asked worriedly.

"Shirakawa, tonight, at the bonfire party on the playground, when the first firework bursts into the sky, that will be the time for Yoshioka and his group to make their move. At that time, all the delinquents from Chenghuang Middle School will surround the entire playground, find Nikaido, the leader of Sakura-dachi High School, defeat her, and bring the entire Sakura-dachi High School under their control."

"So, you're saying that Yoshioka forced you to do all these things?"

Fukada did not give a direct answer: "I've said everything I need to say. Whether you want to call the police or take Nikaido away, it's up to you to decide."

After Fukada finished speaking, he left the sports storage area.

Coincidentally, at the entrance, Maki and Nikaido were arguing as they walked towards the sports warehouse, and the three girls bumped into each other.

"Hey, you!" The irritable Nikaido grabbed Fukada's shoulder. "You like taking pictures secretly, don't you? Hmm?"

A fist the size of a sandbag was waving in front of Fukada's eyes.

"Big Sister, let's just forget about it," Shirakawa said.

"Tch! You're lucky." Hearing Shirakawa's words, Nikaido let Fukada leave, and Maki and Nikaido entered the sports storage room.

"How did you get here? Where is the others?"

"Ayako seems to be feeling a little unwell, and Sakura and Jackie are taking care of her."

Huh? Her memories are starting to get confused again?

"No, we have to go back and check on things quickly."

"Wait a minute," Maki suddenly blocked the door, pulled the door of the sports storage room open, and locked it.

"Why did you lock the door?" Nikaido asked, puzzled.

“We two were evenly matched just now,” Maki said.

"Yeah, so what's wrong?"

"What else can we do?" Maki's cheeks flushed red as she slowly began to undress, first the buttons, then the skirt, exuding an aura of desire. "No one comes here, and the soundproofing is excellent, making it a perfect spot to settle things."

Even if Nikaido was foolish, she understood what Maki was trying to do at that moment, and what the victory or defeat she spoke of meant.

"That's not good?"

"Could it be that you're scared? If you're scared, you can leave here. That way, Shirakawa will be mine to enjoy."

“Who’s afraid?” Nikaido also took off her t-shirt, revealing her body.

Seeing the way Nikaido and Maki were acting, Shirakawa was a little scared, afraid that his little car would be violently damaged by the two of them.

“No,” the one now huddled in the corner, trembling, had changed from Fukada to Shirakawa. “Isn’t anyone going to ask for my opinion?”