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

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Cecilia transformed into a scarlet spider, the tiny spider clinging to Shirakawa's back.

It looks remarkably like Shirakawa's Pokémon "Pikachu".

From afar, I spotted a short, blonde bombshell carrying a chic handbag, wearing super-short denim shorts and a thin, pale yellow tank top. She was standing by the roadside near a street sign, looking at her pink phone covered in dangling charms and cute stickers, while glancing around.

The moment I saw Shirakawa, my eyes seemed to brighten a little.

"Brother Shirakawa! Over here!" Sakura, with her exquisite makeup and white lipstick, skipped and hopped towards Shirakawa.

"Good evening..."

This outfit perfectly accentuates Sakura's sexy figure.

The furtive glances from those around him made Shirakawa feel a little uncomfortable.

"Brother Shirakawa~ Have you had dinner yet?" Sakura immediately grabbed Shirakawa's arm, her large breasts pressing against his elbow.

Unlike last time, Sakura didn't feel shy; instead, she longed for further physical contact with Shirakawa.

Since we've already done it, why bother with the rest?

If there weren't so many strangers outside, Sakura would have wanted Shirakawa to carry her.

"Not yet." Speaking of food, Shirakawa was indeed a little hungry.

"Hey, shall we go eat ramen together?" Sakura suggested.

"Mm." Shirakawa nodded, accepting his fate.

Shirakawa didn't have any particular place he wanted to go; he just wanted Sakura to be happy.

Sakura linked arms with Shirakawa, rested her head on his shoulder, and led him toward the ramen shop.

Shirakawa could faintly smell the alluring fragrance of perfume on Sakura's body.

She made single students on the street envious; how could there be such a beautiful and cute hot girl in the world?

And the man next to this hot girl...

So handsome!

The women around him would feel a little flutter in their hearts when they saw Shirakawa.

Single young women, high school students, girls with their boyfriends, or married women with their husbands—everyone passing by Shirakawa would glance at him a few more times.

“It seems you’ve inherited my succubus constitution, even if it’s only half as effective, it’s still enough to make other girls like you.” Cecilia communicated with Shirakawa telepathically.

"Hey, how come this is hereditary? Can you turn it off?!"

Shirakawa felt that constantly attracting unwanted attention would bring him a lot of trouble.

"Oh...I don't know how to turn it off either,"

It was already closed when we were at school.

“Actually, you’re pretty good-looking, so it’s normal for girls to like you. Don’t worry, they just think you’re ‘handsome’ and have a crush on you. They won’t do anything further,” Cecilia explained.

"Is that so?" Shirakawa glanced unintentionally at the three female students walking side by side on the sidewalk.

The three female students blushed instantly and whispered among themselves about who the handsome guy was looking at and whether they should nominate one of them to go up and add him on Line.

Sakura sensed a threat and quickly pulled Shirakawa's arm, drawing him to her side to assert her dominance, baring her little tiger teeth at the group of little girls.

Seeing that this handsome guy was already taken, the female students had no choice but to give up in disappointment.

"Brother Shirakawa, you can't just accept everyone, okay?" Sakura added a reminder.

Her older sister, Nikaido, and Miike are all her rivals, and Sakura really can't accept adding any more to the list.

"Okay, sure," Shirakawa readily agreed.

He didn't want so many girls to fall for him without even realizing it.

In the blink of an eye, Sakura led Shirakawa to a ramen shop. The ramen shop was decorated entirely in wood, similar to a bar counter, except that the bartender was replaced by a ramen chef, and the drinks served were replaced with ramen. Although the area was not large, the business was booming.

Most of the customers are office workers who have just finished get off work and high school students.

Just as Shirakawa was about to find a place to sit down, Sakura grabbed her arm.

"Brother Shirakawa, we need to order first!" Sakura said, pointing to the ramen vending machine next to her.

Shirakawa looked at the vending machine in front of him.

The shiny machine panel displays a dazzling array of options, including ramen, deluxe ramen, cold dishes, matcha almond tofu, and dishes with eggs.

He had never used it before and didn't know where to start.

"Brother Shirakawa, haven't you used it before? Let me teach you." Sakura took out a ten-thousand-yuan bill from her small bag and put it into the machine.

"After putting in the money, you can choose whatever you want." Sakura tiptoed slightly, clicked on the deluxe ramen at the top for ¥1680, and also ordered a soft-boiled egg.

Finally, tap to confirm, and a small slip of paper-like voucher will fall out from the bottom opening, while banknotes and coins will come out from the machine's change slot.

"That's all for now. Just give the meal voucher to the waiter later."

It's quite different from Nikaido's ramen shop, probably because Nikaido is a long-established "traditional" restaurant, while this place is more like a fast-food chain in Japan.

After ordering their food like Sakura, Shirakawa and Sakura found an empty seat in a corner and sat facing each other, handing the meal tickets to the waiter.

The waiter handed Shirakawa a menu with options for choosing flavor level, spiciness, noodle quantity, vegetables, and whether to add beef.

It's a bit cumbersome.

Eating ramen is like doing a math problem.

Shirakawa used the pen provided by the shop to tick off the options: milder flavor, no spice, and the largest portion of noodles.

Sakura's choice was the opposite of Shirakawa's; it had less noodles but a stronger flavor, and a lot of spice was added.

"I didn't expect Sakura-sama to be able to handle spicy food so well." Shirakawa glanced at Sakura's list.

"Of course, back then, no noodle dish is served without chili. But Brother Shirakawa was surprisingly eating it bland!"

Sakura's enormous body was placed on the table, compressed into a deflated water ball by the force of gravity. Shirakawa tried his best to look away from her enormous size.

He knew that staring at a girl like that was quite impolite.

"A lighter diet is better for your health," Shirakawa replied, blushing.

"Hoo~~ Is Shirakawa-nii shy?" Sakura became even more unrestrained, showing off her luxurious equipment to Shirakawa-nii.

"Let's cover it up a little."

"Does Shirakawa-nii not like it?" Sakura stood up, leaned forward, showing off her cleavage to the fullest, and brought her pretty face close to Shirakawa-nii's eyes.

"No, not exactly." Shirakawa turned his face away again.

"What's that?" Sakura leaned closer again.

"You, Sakura-sama, please be mindful of your behavior in public." Shirakawa didn't know what to say.

"Hmph~ Even if I sandwiched your face in here right now, you wouldn't be angry, would you?" Sakura pointed to her enormous size.

Shirakawa remained silent and did not answer.

That's just how Shirakawa is—both kind and easygoing.

He was almost never seen getting angry with these girls.

However, precisely because of this, no one knows who Shirakawa-san likes or dislikes.

I wish Shirakawa-nii only had this kindness and gentleness for me...

Sakura's mind began to wander again.

Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief; this little devil was finally letting him off the hook.

The steaming hot, luxurious ramen arrived quickly.

The ramen even had fish cake and seaweed in it, it looked like it would taste pretty good.

Shirakawa couldn't wait to start eating.

I picked up a large mouthful of noodles, glistening with broth, and put it in my mouth.

Chew, chew.

Huh? Why doesn't it have any smell at all?

Shirakawa frowned.

He picked up another large piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Mmm, mmm~

It still has no taste.

Did I choose a color that was too light?

Surely not! It's one thing if the noodles have no flavor, but the beef should at least taste like beef!

"Ha~ha~So spicy, so delicious."

Sakura, sweating profusely, fanned herself with one hand while holding chopsticks in the other, devouring mouthfuls of ramen.

Seeing that Shirakawa-nii was looking at her, she smiled slightly.