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

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"Then what do you suggest we do?" Sakura asked.

“Let me think,” Shirakawa pondered, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, “Why don’t we wait until I turn against them, then have everyone else gang up on me and fight me to the death, finally defeating me completely, and then gather together to attack the usurping Empress Hoshimiya Shio? Of course, the attack on Hoshimiya Shio can just be mentioned briefly in the narration.”

"Hey, isn't this pretty much what I said? One is attacking Shirakawa-kun, and the other is attacking the Empress," Sakura complained, unconvinced.

"It's different. I'm the male lead in the play. If I become the king and the villain, the audience's anticipation for what follows will be much higher. The scene where you defeat me needs to be described in detail, otherwise the whole play will feel anticlimactic. If you defeat me in the cave, that will be the end of the story. Then the narrator can briefly introduce the plot of rebelling against the queen, and then just mention it briefly. That way, the whole play will end smoothly."

“I see,” Maki nodded repeatedly. “So the climax of the whole story is that the hero who wanted to be king was defeated by everyone working together.”

"Yes, that's it."

"However, as the protagonist, can you accept being defeated by your companions who have followed you all the way?" Maki asked.

Maki was still considerate of Shirakawa's feelings, worried that Shirakawa might be unhappy because of his poor screen time.

"I'm not a three-year-old anymore. I don't care about the role. The most important thing is for everyone to have fun and perform the play well and wrap it up."

"Wow, Shirakawa-nii, I didn't expect you to be so dedicated!" Sakura rubbed against Shirakawa's shoulder and said coquettishly, "Sister too, I feel like my emotional intelligence has improved a lot after spending so much time with Shirakawa-nii."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Maki slapped Sakura's big breasts.

Shirakawa was sandwiched in the middle, his arms tense, trying not to touch their sensitive areas.

"Don't worry, you'll have other 'roles' after the stage play ends." Maki quietly nibbled on Shirakawa's earlobe, the little snake gently sliding across it.

The metaphor is obvious.

Shirakawa gasped, gently pulled Maki away, and mouthed to her, "There are still people here!"

Maki smiled, took out a pen from her pocket, and began designing the ending of the normal stage play.

The two mature women in front of the car were discussing completely different topics.

"School festival? I haven't been in ages. This time last year, I was looking for a job everywhere..." Kana sighed.

"Me too. I became a police officer after graduation, and it's been a long time since I've participated in the school festival."

"It's so nice to be young. Whenever I see their youthful and radiant faces, I wish I could be ten years younger and enjoy school days with them." Kana secretly moved the rearview mirror, pointing it at Shirakawa.

"Who isn't..."

While chatting and laughing, we arrived at the school gate.

The school was also decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and various snack stalls and club display booths were all set up.

Even outside the teaching building, banners were hung everywhere, and it was decorated with balloons and ribbons.

The celebration is about to begin.

"You guys go find Jackie and the others first," Shirakawa said. "I still need to buy some things, I'll be there soon."

“Okay, we’ll wait for you at the meeting point,” Sakura said.

Mito and her daughter got out of the car, leaving only Miike and Shirakawa inside.

"What's wrong? What do you want to buy?"

"Well, I can't really say..." Shirakawa connected his phone to the car's Bluetooth, searched for shops, and started navigating.

"An unmanned sex toy store? What are you doing there? Today's the school festival..."

"Hey, you don't need to worry about it, just take me there."

"Alright, alright, my dear Shirakawa-nii, you're going to take action against the poor little girl again." Miike teased Shirakawa in that sarcastic tone, but still drove towards the location Shirakawa had indicated.

Upon arriving at the store, Shirakawa looked around to make sure no one he knew was nearby before quickly going inside to make his purchase.

I selected a "magic item" that can be remotely controlled from the vending machine.

"Cessia, will this really work?"

"Of course, feelings of shame and humiliation can also be transformed into the power of lust."

"No," Shirakawa said, holding the object in his hand after buying it. "Can this really generate lustful power if I use it to play a prank on Akita-sensei during her lecture? Don't lie to me."

"Don't worry, being treated like that under the noses of the entire school will generate a lot of lustful energy. Beating Yoshioka is a sure win." Cecilia's mouth started watering just thinking about the scene.

"But how can we get her to wear it willingly?" Shirakawa asked another question.

How lewd must someone be to agree to give a speech to the entire school while carrying this?

"Use your persuasive skills more often, don't have to ask me to teach you everything!" Cecilia also knew that Shirakawa wasn't incapable of doing things, but rather unwilling to do them. He would basically succeed at anything he wanted to do.

"alright."

There was no other way; in order to defeat Yoshioka smoothly, this was the only option.

Akita-sensei... sigh...

After buying this, Shirakawa also bought a large tray of balloons to keep for future use.

Maki and Sakura are still high school students; we can't let them end up like Miike, going to school heavily pregnant...

Even if we didn't take safety precautions before, it's not too late to do so now.

After everything was ready, Miike drove Shirakawa back to school.

252. The Threatened Akita Teacher

Sakura High School, Gymnasium.

The banner above the stage read: "Sakura High School Festival Opening Ceremony".

On the platform was a wooden lectern, just like the one in the classroom, with a black microphone plugged into it.

The entire stadium was also beautifully decorated with balloons and ribbons.

The students arrived one after another, sitting in the audience and whispering among themselves, clearly excited about the upcoming school festival.

The same goes for Akita-sensei.

It's that time of year again for the school festival, a celebration where we can have fun and relax.

With the principal gone, and her father's medical expenses covered by anonymous donations, she felt a great sense of relief, and her mindset was completely different from before.

She wore a black ponytail and black-rimmed square glasses. Her features showed both the naivety of a college student and the authority of a teacher.

Wearing a traditional black and white teacher's uniform, paired with black stockings and a pencil skirt, she sat on one side of the gymnasium, in the faculty and staff rest area, taking out her speech and repeatedly rehearsing it from memory.

If it weren't for her good looks, this outfit would look very old-fashioned and dowdy on anyone else.

In the past, the opening ceremony speech was always given by the principal alone. Now, because the principal has disappeared, each of these teachers has to prepare a few minutes of speech, which are mostly empty platitudes about youth and school development.

However, public speaking is an essential skill for teachers, so this level is still quite simple.

"Akita-sensei!" Shirakawa called softly, waving her over from the small exit next to the gymnasium.

The opening ceremony is about to start, why are you calling me over? Is there something urgent?

Akita-sensei stood up, nodded to her colleagues, and hurried over to Shirakawa's side.

Shirakawa led the teacher away from the exit, gently closed the door, and looked around to see if anyone was there, like a thief.

Most of the students were seated in the hall, which was quite remote, so it was unlikely that anyone would come.

"What's wrong, Shirakawa-kun? Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

Akita was referring to the lewd incident between Fukada-senpai and Shirakawa.

"No, no, Akita-sensei, I just have a small favor I'd like you to do for me."

"What small favor is it? Just tell me." As his homeroom teacher, Ms. Akita would definitely try her best to help her students when they were in trouble, especially since Shirakawa had shown her kindness by taking her out of the Nagasaki club.

Shirakawa looked around again to make sure no one was around: "Hold out your hand."

Akita obediently extended her hand, a little fantasy beginning to creep into her mind: was Shirakawa going to give her a gift or something...?

Shirakawa quickly placed the object into Akita's palm.

Akita sensed it was a small, oval-shaped object.

She took a closer look.

"Ah!" Akita exclaimed in surprise, and the little thing fell to the ground.

Shirakawa picked it up and gripped it tightly with lightning speed.

This must not be seen by others.

"That's something girls use to satisfy their desires in private. How could you give me this?" Ms. Akita blushed and took a few steps back.

“I… I want you to bring this with you when you give your speech…” Shirakawa stammered.

He also felt that such a request was extremely shameless.

"No, no!" Akita-sensei turned to run away.

How could any normal person possibly do something like this?

"Wait a minute." Shirakawa grabbed Akita's wrist, and thanks to his succubus physique, Akita-sensei was unable to break free for a moment.

"Shirakawa, I really misjudged you! I never thought you were such a disgusting and perverse man."

Akita, who had just been rescued from the Nagasaki club, initially thought Shirakawa was just a kind-hearted tsundere boy, but he never expected that something like this would happen.