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

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Seeing the two leave, Fukada secretly followed them.

And so, Maki and Shirakawa arrived at the back door of the gymnasium with Jackie.

The back gate is a deserted area, rarely visited by anyone.

As soon as she came out, Maki tossed her long, smooth black hair, her expression more serious and aloof than ever before.

Fukada, who was lurking in the back, also took out his phone, turned on the camera, and started recording.

"Shirakawa, why are you so close to Sakura?" Maki asked.

"Um, I've already talked to my sister-in-law beforehand, is that alright...?"

Hmm, Sakura is my sister-in-law, so I'm Shirakawa's wife...

The aloof demeanor he had just put on crumbled in an instant, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Indeed, love can make a girl blind.

"I know, but don't get too close to Sakura. Remember who your girlfriend is."

Maki knew the attraction her younger sister's large, adorable figure, so different from her own, held for men.

We still need to control the communication between the two.

"Understood, received."

“Then I’m relieved,” Maki leaned forward and gently kissed Shirakawa’s lips.

"Then let's go back."

"Ah, wait a minute, it's a bit stuffy in the gym. I'll go outside for some fresh air and then come back right away."

"Okay, I'll be going now." Maki left satisfied.

Fukada, who was secretly observing, was still wondering why Shirakawa wasn't leaving.

Shirakawa looked in his direction and slowly spoke.

"Fukada-senpai, what are you doing?"

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Just now, while talking to Maki, Shirakawa felt a pair of eyes secretly watching him.

The spider Cecilia behind him infused Shirakawa with lustful power, and Shirakawa used his senses to quickly locate Fukada-senpai hiding in the shadows.

While secretly doing something naughty, Fukada was suddenly called by name. Startled, she dropped her phone, making a crisp sound.

Shirakawa walked straight toward Fukada-senpai, bent down, and picked up her phone.

"Ah, thank you, junior~" Fukada said cutely, drawing out the sound as she reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, Shirakawa gripped the phone back.

"Fukada-senpai, are you... taking pictures of me without my knowledge?" Shirakawa questioned.

"No way! I was just curious about what you guys were doing, so I came to peek, hahaha." Fukada laughed awkwardly.

"Then how do you explain this?" Shirakawa showed Fukada his phone screen.

Her phone was displaying the photo and video recording functions.

"This must have been accidentally triggered when it fell on the ground."

"Accidental touch? Can I check your phone?" Shirakawa asked "politely".

"No, that's my privacy." Fukada stepped forward, snatched the phone from Shirakawa's hand, and turned to run away.

“Wait a minute,” Shirakawa grabbed Fukada’s shoulder.

Logically speaking, Fukada and I have very little interaction, and even if she is a "green tea" (a manipulative woman), it is highly unlikely that she would do anything behind my back.

But Shirakawa's intuition told him that this woman's presence at this time, with her phone in camera mode, suggested some kind of conspiracy.

We must understand that letting her go now might cause unforeseen problems later.

"Junior, what are you doing?" Fukada twisted his body and broke free.

"Just let me see your photo album."

"No way, junior~~ My album is full of my super~~~ private, risqué selfies, how can I just show them to outsiders~~" Fukada put on a cute girl act again.

"You won't let outsiders see it? Fine, let's go find the teacher, go find the president, and ask them how to resolve this?" Shirakawa was clearly not buying it.

This is the best solution.

Shirakawa couldn't possibly beat her up and steal her phone, after all, she and Shirakawa were both vice presidents of the student council, and if word got out, it would cause a huge uproar.

"No, I have work to do, I have to go now." Fukada turned and ran away again.

Shirakawa pulled her back again.

"Junior, if you touch me again, don't blame me for being impolite." Fukada's eyes sharpened, and his tone became stern.

"You're welcome? What can you do to me?" Shirakawa didn't let go.

With her cute figure, Shirakawa could easily subdue Fukada.

"I have not only photos of you and Maki from just now on my phone, but also photos of you and Sakura, and even pictures of you and Miike having sex in the car. I don't need to tell you what will happen if I post these photos on the school forum." Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide anything anymore. Fukada also took off her "mask" and threatened.

"I don't care what happens to me, but if you dare to hurt Maki and Sakura, I will make you pay the price."

Shirakawa's Achilles' heel is those girls. He already feels guilty towards them and can't bear to see them being harassed by rumors and treated unfairly at school because of him.

"He's clearly a scumbag who plays with people's feelings, yet he's still spouting nonsense here. It's laughable," Fukada said with a disdainful sneer.

He and I are clearly the same kind of people, yet he speaks so righteously, making himself seem so innocent.

"I don't even know you well, what exactly do you want? Why are you secretly collecting information about me? Just because I didn't take on all the work at the student council meeting?" Shirakawa couldn't figure it out.

"Oh, who knows? Junior~" Of course, Fukada wouldn't tell Shirakawa the reason.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now~~"

"Hey~ then I can't let you leave even more," Shirakawa strode forward and blocked Fukada's path.

"Let's get this straight right here."

At the same time, Shirakawa had Cecilia infuse him with magic, preparing to activate his persuasive abilities.

"You won't let me leave? Hmph, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Fukada began to undress to greet him, pulling her neckline down to reveal her breasts. She also messed up her pink ponytail, which was hanging loosely to one side, and scratched her neck with her long fingernails, leaving several red marks.

What is she trying to do? She's... oh no.

Just as Shirakawa realized what was happening and tried to stop him, Fukada took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Help! I'm being molested!"

The sharp, loud female voice made Shirakawa's ears ache.

"Shut up!" Shirakawa stepped forward to cover her mouth.

Fukada did not resist; instead, she closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly.

"Hey, what are you doing to the vice president?!"

The boys had already arrived at the back door of the gymnasium, and the leader of the boys pointed at Shirakawa and shouted angrily.

To onlookers, the scene appeared as if Shirakawa was holding Fukada's shoulder, raising one hand to cover her mouth.

Fukada opened her eyes, feigning a pitiful look, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Everyone, please help me!" Fukada pleaded.

To anyone else, it seemed that Shirakawa was up to no good with Fukada.

"No, I didn't." Shirakawa released his hand.

"Get away from her!!!" The boys rushed forward, trying to knock Shirakawa away and save the damsel in distress.

Fukada was very popular, and the boys rushed forward, eager to prove their courage and reliability.

Furthermore, the fact that Shirakawa "possessed" so many beautiful girls inevitably aroused jealousy and resentment in their hearts.

They wanted to beat Shirakawa to a pulp.

Shirakawa retreated repeatedly: "Um, everyone calm down, listen to me first."

But with their beloved goddess being harassed by this Shirakawa, how could these boys remain calm? How could they listen to any explanations? Instead, they charged even more fiercely.

"Stop!" Akita-sensei arrived and immediately stopped the boys.

The girl who was rehearsing with Shirakawa, along with other female students, also arrived at that moment.

Even the boldest boys wouldn't dare to misbehave in front of the teacher.

This saved Shirakawa from a brutal beating.

Hoshimiya Shio stepped forward, adopting the demeanor of a student council president: "What exactly happened?"

Her aura even surpasses that of Akita-sensei.

The other boys vividly described what had just happened, what they had heard, and what they had seen.