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

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"Ah!" Fukada cried out, letting out a painful moan.

But Yoshioka did not stop.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Yoshioka continued to slap her, watching Fukada's delicate and beautiful face become more and more swollen and disheveled as he slapped her, and he felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"Please stop hitting me, please, please." Fukada was being slapped so hard he was almost losing consciousness.

It's incredibly satisfying to force someone to beg for mercy with overwhelming force.

"Hey, I'll give you a chance. Either continue with our plan, or..."

Yoshioka raised his large hand again.

"I'll do it, I'll do it," Fukada agreed repeatedly, a few drops of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth where she had been slapped.

"Okay, as long as you behave well," Yoshioka said with a smile.

He then threw Fukada back onto the bed.

I was just about to leave.

But then I suddenly realized something.

There's a bed here, and the corridor where the infirmary is located is rarely frequented, especially by a pretty, pink-haired, ponytail-wearing bitch woman...

Hey.

Yoshioka chuckled, gently closed the door, and returned to Fukada's bedside.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Hey~~~ I have a suggestion, how about you become my woman?"

I'm tired of my old girlfriend, so I might as well try something different.

Fukada shook her head. She hated men. It was one thing to trick men into being ATMs, but she'd rather not date them.

Besides, it was with the same delinquent boss who had just beaten him up.

"What a pity." Yoshioka straddled the bed, his thick arm sweeping across Fukada's neck.

"If you don't want to be my girlfriend, then be my fuck buddy."

"No!" Fukada cried out, tears streaming down her face as she struggled.

However, Yoshioka was too strong, and her struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move him in the slightest.

“Wait a minute, you’ll want it soon,” Yoshioka said with a smile.

"What you're doing is a crime! Let me go!"

"That's right, I am committing a crime. If you really can't help it, go ahead and report it to the police."

Yoshioka wasn't afraid. This body was quite convenient. As long as he took off his brass knuckles, he could return to his original form. No one would have guessed that the delinquent boss Yoshioka and the sickly bookworm Yoshioka were actually the same person.

He held Fukada down tightly, trying to make her submit.

Fukada began to gag uncontrollably at the thought of what was about to happen to him.

That was a feeling of disgust and loathing that came from the bottom of my heart.

"Help! Help!" Fukada shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Save your energy, call me later." Yoshioka roughly covered her mouth.

Fukada looked at Yoshioka with tears streaming down her face, her large, teary eyes pleading for him to spare her.

“Dressed up like this,” Yoshioka said, pulling at her pink ponytail, “and with such a terrible personality, you must have slept with a lot of boys already. It doesn’t matter if there’s one more or one less, so why are you so scared?”

Yoshioka didn't care, but what he didn't know was that the vile woman he was talking about, despite committing all sorts of crimes, was still just an innocent girl.

Just as he was about to do something indecent, he heard the footsteps of students outside the door.

"Wow, the performances are getting worse every year. Rock music and chorus, they're so tacky."

"The stage play in Class A was pretty good, but the ending was a bit abrupt. I thought it was about a hero becoming king and starting a harem."

"How can you perform like that on stage? There are so many parents watching."

"Hey, I think the girls on stage were giving Shirakawa a weird look..."

The students were talking all at once.

He broke the lock on the clinic door, so it can't be closed.

The door could easily be blown open by the wind, making it impossible to get anything done under such circumstances.

"Tch! What bad luck." Yoshioka smacked his lips and reluctantly got up.

"Didn't you plan to expose Shirakawa this afternoon, making him ostracized and isolated at school? Do your job properly, give me some fun, and come over obediently tonight, otherwise..."

Yoshioka kicked the bed hard, causing the entire bed and Fukada to shake violently.

If that kicks you, you'd be half-dead, if not dead.

Yoshioka turned and left.

Fukada got up and got out of bed.

As planned, a large screen would be set up on the playground in the afternoon for the school festival quiz, which would be held as usual.

When the atmosphere reached its peak and everyone was in a frenzy, she used her position as vice president to connect her phone to the big screen and show everyone the photos, videos, and details of Shirakawa's actions, thus branding him as a womanizer and a scumbag.

However, if he really did it, Shirakawa would definitely not let him off the hook; if he didn't do it, Yoshioka would also make him suffer the consequences.

She covered her face and wept bitterly, her cheeks burning with pain.

I never imagined I would end up in such a tragic situation.

No matter what you do, you'll offend one side.

Perhaps I should have just gone to school quietly from the beginning and not bothered Shirakawa Yoshioka and the others.

So what should we do now?

260. A Brief Date with Nikaido

At the entrance of the gymnasium.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Shirakawa."

Nikaido wore a loose T-shirt and denim shorts, had her hair in a small braid, and wore light makeup to cover the small scars on her face.

Judging solely by her appearance, she could be categorized as a pretty and sexy girl.

The oversized T-shirt concealed her rather muscular arms, making her appear more feminine.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Nikaido spun around on the spot. "I had the Hoshimiya family's makeup artist do my makeup."

"She looks good in anything. Big Sister looks good in everything."

"Hey, you're just giving me the runaround again."

"I'm telling the truth."

"Then tell me, what's so beautiful about it?"

Shirakawa looked her up and down: "Hmm, nice hair, nice face, nice arms, nice legs."

Shirakawa used an exhaustive method to praise everyone in Nikaido.

"I'd say you pass."

"What about the rest?"

“They’re still a long way off! Let’s go,” Nikaido said, pulling Shirakawa’s wrist.

It wouldn't be good if they came out and saw that I and Shirakawa had sneaked away.

"Wait a moment!"

Akaza walked out of the gymnasium on crutches, his leg still bandaged, indicating that his fracture had not yet healed.

"Cousin, didn't we agree to go to the school festival together today? Why are you doing this again..."

She glanced at Bai Chuan, the scumbag who had made her cousin unable to forget him and had also hurt her.

If her leg hadn't been injured, she would have given her a good beating.

"My little brother Shirakawa asked me out..."

"Isn't Maki his girlfriend? Why are you still with him?" Akaza asked.

She hasn't settled the score with Shirakawa yet for the time Nikaido ran to the women's restroom in tears.

"The situation is rather complicated... Akaza-nee... um..."

Nikaido glanced at Akaza, then at Shirakawa.

One was a promise from her doting cousin, and the other was a hard-won opportunity to be alone with Shirakawa.

She is finding it difficult to make a choice.