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

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Fukada secretly put the phone behind his back and switched it to a backup system.

As a player who flirts with all sorts of guys, there are some chat logs and photos that he can't let others see or leak.

This was her original intention in installing a backup system on her phone; she never expected it to come in handy at this time.

The files and photos in the backup system are different from those in the original system; the LINE account and the photos and videos are all part of the cute girl persona she created.

After Fukada finished changing the shortcut, Hoshimiya Shio listened to the boys' explanations and then turned to ask Fukada.

"What just happened?"

"I... I was summoned here by Shirakawa, and then... and then... sob sob sob..."

Fukada put her phone back in her pocket, choked back sobs, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and clutched her collar with a pitiful expression, deliberately showing the shoulder marks on her neck, perfectly portraying herself as a victim.

Maki, standing to the side, frowned. She had just warned Shirakawa and then kissed him goodbye. Only a few minutes had passed, and he was already doing this?

Nikaido and Sakura exchanged bewildered glances. Even if Shirakawa was a lecherous man, he would never do something like forcing a girl.

Whether or not I went into their room after playing with them yesterday, Shirakawa-nii still needs to ask.

Jieqi quietly watched the drama unfold. With the gods as her backers, Bai Chuan wasn't worried at all. She just needed to observe the situation and find some amusement.

"Um, I didn't do anything. She framed me."

"Then, her injuries, and her disheveled clothes..."

"She did all this to frame me; she's the one who started it all."

"Impossible!" the boys hurriedly defended Fukada-senpai. "She wouldn't do something like that!"

"Shirakawa-nii isn't that kind of person." Sakura stood in front of Shirakawa, her small frame blocking his way. "This Fukada-senpai isn't pretty either, Shirakawa wouldn't even look at her!"

"Don't insult Fukada-senpai!" The boys, clearly unfazed by Sakura's small stature, shouted angrily at her.

Sakura was startled.

“That’s right,” Nikaido said, stepping forward to argue with the boys in order to protect Shirakawa and Sakura. “Shirakawa is my little brother. He wouldn’t do something so heinous.”

After the delinquent leader Nikaido spoke up, none of the boys dared to cause any more trouble.

Their main tactic is to bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Sakura, Nikaido, let me explain to them." Shirakawa stepped forward. How could he let the girl he liked be his shield?

“Cesia, use all your strength from last night. I’m going to convince everyone here.”

225. Fukada's Scheme Succeeds

The back entrance of the stadium is too remote and has no surveillance cameras.

There is no evidence to prove what exactly happened.

Shirakawa now has to convince everyone to believe him.

Even using succubus abilities would be difficult. Girls are a vulnerable group, so the surrounding audience would naturally assume that Shirakawa committed the crime.

In particular, these boys had a strong liking for Fukada.

To onlookers, it was either that Shirakawa had made advances towards Fukada, or that Fukada had deliberately framed Shirakawa.

Either Shirakawa is a bad person, or Fukada is a bad person.

One of the two people will inevitably be the bad guy.

There are almost no moderate options that allow for downplaying major issues or resolving minor ones.

The boys clearly believed in Fukada.

Most of the female passersby were hesitant, since their values ​​were influenced by physical appearance, and it was unlikely that such a charming and handsome guy would do such a thing. Besides, they had also disliked Fukada for a long time for his fawning and seductive manner.

The only people who completely trust Shirakawa are Nikaido and Sakura, with whom he just spent the night.

Maki hesitated for a moment.

Hoshimiya Shio was well aware of Fukada's ugly true colors, but she didn't know much about Shirakawa either, and couldn't be sure whether he had done it or not.

"You just said that I called you here, right?" Shirakawa questioned Fukada.

He's about to start analyzing his logic.

"Yes, that's right."

"That's not right. Maki clearly brought me here to talk to me about the script."

“That’s true,” Maki replied in agreement.

"Besides, we were rehearsing just now, and everyone on and off stage saw it. It was Maki who asked me out. I didn't even see you. You say I asked you out? Then tell me, when did I ask you out? Everyone agrees, right?"

Influenced by Shirakawa's abilities, public opinion began to lean slightly in Shirakawa's favor among the students present.

Fukada didn't even frown. The incident had happened so suddenly that she hadn't thought of a proper explanation, which gave Shirakawa an opening.

"No, that's not right. I misspoke. You were the one who asked me to come out earlier."

"Before? When was that? In the morning? In the evening? What time? I have to rehearse for the stage play all morning, how could I have arranged to meet you here beforehand? Besides, I can't predict the future, how could we have just happened to meet here?"

Shirakawa relentlessly exploited the flaws in Fukada's logic, launching a relentless attack.

Because Shirakawa's words made sense, and because Shirakawa had activated his abilities, many boys now looked hesitant.

"You, you're just making excuses! You're the one who touched me inappropriately, waaaaah, I'm so scared all alone." Fukada started wiping away tears and crying again.

They even spread their legs, squatted on the ground, and put on a very pitiful look.

Knowing she couldn't win the argument, she turned to trying to gain everyone's sympathy.

The boys were clearly moved by Fukada's pitiful appearance and completely forgot what Shirakawa had said.

The energy stored up by Shirakawa was scattered among too many people, so its effectiveness was not strong, especially since the opponent was a group of hot-blooded teenagers driven by lust.

Seeing how pitiful Fukada-senpai was, they disregarded everything else and began to protect Fukada and speak up for her.

Cecilia warned, "Shirakawa, your abilities are almost used up."

Shirakawa: "So fast, no, you've been sucking me for so long, and you've used it all up in just a few seconds?"

Ten minutes of charging for a few seconds of talk time, right?

Cecilia: "Don't you even look at how many people are here..."

"alright."

Shirakawa now needs to finish this quickly.

We need to use that trick to completely eliminate Fukada.

Shirakawa explained to Akita, "Akita-sensei, I really didn't invite Fukada. Maki and I came out to discuss the script, and she was secretly taking pictures of me from the shadows."

"Taking photos without permission? Shirakawa, this is no small matter. You can't just make things up without evidence." Akita-sensei also became serious. Taking photos without permission is illegal in Japan. If it's true, then it's not a trivial matter. "Are you sure?"

“I’m sure.” Shirakawa nodded.

“Alright,” Akita-sensei walked over to Fukada and held out her hand. “Fukada-kun, may I take a look at your phone’s photo album?”

"If this proves my innocence, then so be it." Fukada's sobs grew louder as she reluctantly handed over her phone.

Ms. Akita examined Fukada's phone closely and discovered that the album was full of her private selfies, including various photos of her trying on lingerie.

There were no secretly taken photos inside.

She even carefully checked the phone's recycle bin.

"Is it...is it okay?" Fukada asked timidly, her face flushed.

"Hmm." Akita nodded, handed the phone back to Fukada, and announced, "There are no secretly taken photos on Fukada's phone."

What? How could this be?

She told herself that her phone contained all sorts of photos, she said it herself.

impossible? !

Shirakawa was puzzled.

"Akita-sensei, are you sure you've checked everything?"

Akita nodded. Although Shirakawa was her master, she was also a teacher and would not lie to her students out of thin air.

"I told you Fukada-senpai wouldn't do such a thing! You're just a transfer student, yet you're spouting nonsense!" The leading male students clenched their fists and began to stir, determined to seek justice for Akita-senpai.

Akita appeared to be crying her eyes out, but inside she was overjoyed.

Shirakawa, Shirakawa, you never expected I had this trick up my sleeve.

A backup system is a really good thing.

"I, I didn't take any photos. He, he framed me~~" Akita also refused to talk about how she got here and started to focus on the framing.

Shirakawa felt the ruthlessness of the "green tea" woman; this kind of woman, relying on her popularity at school to frame others, was far more deadly than those blond-haired men who would lay a hand on someone.

After a while, rumors will spread throughout the class and school that Shirakawa is a bad person. Shirakawa doesn't care, but if the girls around him are bullied...