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

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Oops.

Shirakawa hurriedly looked towards the podium.

Ms. Akita gripped the black microphone tightly in her palm, her upper body half-lying on the podium, her head buried in her other arm.

If you look closely, you can even see her hips trembling slightly.

She left.

"That has nothing to do with me," Cecilia quickly tried to exonerate herself.

254. Akita, who was manipulated by PUA (Pick-Up Artist) techniques.

From 100% to 50% to berserk mode, it was like a technique that starts with relaxation and then turns into a storm; Akita couldn't withstand the stimulation.

The entire bodycon skirt changed color.

Her expression was completely out of control, overwhelmed by lust. Fortunately, she buried her face in her arms in time, otherwise the entire school would have seen her expression of being immersed in pleasure.

Unable to restrain herself in front of everyone, she was filled with feelings of shame and resentment, yet her body genuinely felt pleasure.

Ms. Akita, who was inexperienced in such matters, often indulged in such activities to satisfy her desires in private, but the pleasure she experienced this time was almost comparable to all of her previous experiences combined.

My head became dizzy from extreme pleasure.

But what should you do after the pleasure?

Akita lay there, too afraid to move.

Even though she had composed her facial expression, the beads of sweat on her forehead, her burning red cheeks, and the obvious marks on her teacher's uniform meant that once she was no longer hidden from the podium, everyone would see her in this unsightly state.

It's so obvious, I'm definitely going to get fired...

"Akita!" The faculty and staff stood up anxiously, looking at the man slumped over the podium, completely unaware of what had happened.

Yako, too, was too naive to connect the berserk mode with the teacher's current predicament.

Was it because the weather was too hot and the gymnasium too stuffy that he fainted from heatstroke?

The students began to stir slightly, speculating about what had happened. Some of the more "worldly" boys and girls revealed the truth amidst their laughter and conversation.

However, this was just a joke. No one could believe that the conscientious and dedicated Akita-sensei would actually be wearing that kind of thing and enjoying himself to the fullest in front of everyone.

Shirakawa also smelled an extremely sweet fruit juice flavor, even richer than what he and the girls had actually made.

Is this the power of lust mixed with shame and resentment?

Seeing that Akita remained motionless on the stage for a long time, his colleagues, worried about his safety, got up and showed signs of going up to help him.

Shirakawa realized something was wrong; Akita-sensei was about to be exposed.

"Teacher!" Shirakawa stood up, raising his hand high in the student formation.

All eyes in the room were immediately focused on Shirakawa.

Akita had no idea what Shirakawa was up to. Did he not find this exciting enough and wanted to expose his shameful behavior in front of the entire school?

Despicable, shameless, and vile!

Is he really going to destroy himself?

Shirakawa hurriedly squeezed out of the student formation, strode to the podium, grabbed Akita-sensei, and straightened the black microphone as he began to speak.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Ms. Akita is not feeling well because she has been working too hard to prepare for the school festival. She may have heatstroke. I'll take her to the infirmary."

As he spoke, Shirakawa's right pupil emitted a scarlet light, enveloping the gymnasium. The teachers and students inside calmed down, and the faculty and staff who had stood up in concern sat down again.

"Oh, so he was sick. I was so scared."

"Indeed, it's very stuffy inside the venue, and it's easy to get heatstroke."

"Teacher Akita works so hard to educate students. Even when he was sick, he insisted on giving a speech. He is a great role model for all teachers."

......

The doubts they had just expressed have all turned into heartfelt admiration and praise.

This was also thanks to Akita's behavior from the beginning until now, which really resembled heatstroke, allowing Shirakawa to successfully persuade them.

Shirakawa turned around, his back to Akita, and half-squatted down.

With nowhere else to go, Akita could only carry him up.

I put my arm around the culprit's shoulder.

Akita gritted her teeth in hatred, but she pressed her body tightly against Shirakawa's back, burying her head in his neck so that the other students wouldn't notice her body and expression.

Shirakawa carried Akita on his back, feeling her burning hot body. Without thinking, he hurriedly took Akita away and headed straight for the infirmary.

Of course, even with Shirakawa's persuasive skills targeting all the students, there were two people in the gymnasium who remained unaffected.

One is Xinggong Xi, the head of the family, a "king" above all others. She has a very strong sense of self and can reduce the interference of those strange abilities. However, she doesn't understand matters between men and women and doesn't think much about it. She also believes what Bai Chuan said.

Moreover, as the student council president, and arguably the de facto ruler of Sakura High School, she also had to give a speech and didn't have time to deal with Shirakawa and Akita.

There's another one, Fukada-senpai.

Because of her disgust for Shirakawa, persuasion had little effect on her, and her scheming, manipulative instincts told her that there must be some unspeakable secret between Shirakawa and Akita.

She quickly grabbed her phone and followed them again.

Infirmary.

Fortunately, most students were in the gymnasium for the closing ceremony, and not many people noticed Shirakawa Akita along the way.

Shirakawa placed Akita on the bed.

Akita lay there, feeling utterly exhausted afterward.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions.

It's clear that Bai Chuan is the real culprit, that filthy man who forced himself to wear that thing just to enjoy his own ugliness, yet he just stepped forward to save him.

No, this was all caused by Shirakawa, the fault lies entirely with Shirakawa, so why am I feeling grateful?

"Shirakawa, you..." Akita pointed angrily at Shirakawa, revealing the authority of a teacher, wanting to reprimand Shirakawa.

However, the combination of her disheveled appearance, her flushed body, and her messy teacher's uniform gave her an adorable and coquettish look.

Just as Shirakawa was about to bow and sincerely apologize, Cecilia interrupted him once again.

"Hey, Shirakawa, don't give up halfway."

"what?"

“You don’t need to apologize. Just keep this relationship where you force her to focus on her. You can play more games to draw power from her in the future. And because of her disgust for you, she won’t bother you anymore when you let go,” Cecilia explained.

This is exactly what Shirakawa initially thought, except this time he can also obtain the so-called power of lust from Akita.

In other words, he can gain a lot of lustful power without having to do anything with other girls, and even if he is exposed and discovered by others, he can use his persuasive ability to get away with it. For Shirakawa, it is all benefits and no harm.

Moreover, Shirakawa genuinely rescued Akita and made considerable sacrifices for her, almost being taken away by that noblewoman to be her male concubine.

The only thing holding Shirakawa back now is his sense of guilt and his so-called moral bottom line.

......

Oh well, that's how it is.

There's nothing we can do about it.

"Teacher, I won't let you lose your teacher status right now." Shirakawa started pretending to be blond again. "I still have a lot of fun to do, I won't let you off so easily. Don't forget, you still owe me."

Akita was taken aback by Shirakawa's treatment, then said coldly and unwillingly, "We still have 150 million yen in debt left, right?"

"Yes."

"In other words, after you pay back this 150 million, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore," Akita said coldly.

Having no further connection and severing all ties is quite good for Shirakawa. After all, too many girls like and love him, far exceeding his mental capacity. (His body can still handle it.)

But he never expected his teacher to be so resolute.

He also felt a sense of desolation, but for the sake of lust, he could only continue to play along.

“That’s right. Every time you follow my instructions, it will count as you paying back 50. Now there are 3 more times. After 3 times, we will have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

"Alright! And here's this dirty thing back for you." Akita, disregarding all propriety and shame, took it out in front of Shirakawa and placed it on the bedside table.

Shirakawa put it in his pocket.

Seeing that Shirakawa had taken the item as if nothing had happened, and was still carrying Akita's... Akita's cheeks also flushed slightly.

"Since there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Please take good care of yourself, Akita-sensei," Shirakawa said with a flippant tone and a mischievous grin.

"Let's go, I need to change my clothes."

This uniform is no longer wearable outside, but the school festival isn't a sports meet, so there won't be any injured people coming to the infirmary. Akita can lock the door, take off his clothes and hang them to dry, then wrap himself in a blanket and wait for them to dry.

"Well then, goodbye, Akita-sensei."

Shirakawa left.

Watching Shirakawa's departing figure, Akita was filled with resentment.

I have no idea what Sakura and Nikaido like about Shirakawa. What a scumbag! Humph!