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

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Having witnessed countless human lives perish over the past century, she had become indifferent to such separations and deaths. Yet, at this moment, she wanted to save Shirakawa from the clutches of death.

at all costs.

No, we can't let it end like this.

Cecilia, remember, you are a god! Even if I have no power...

...

power?

It seems there's a way to save Shirakawa.

Although Scythia currently has no ability to actively unleash divine power.

But the blood flowing through her veins possesses its own inherent power.

That is, the passive desire that can attract others.

In other words, if a portion of Cecilia's blood were transferred into Shirakawa's body, Shirakawa might be able to survive thanks to the negligible amount of divinity in his own blood.

Of course, Cecilia had just lost a lot of blood, and in order to ensure that she could complete the entire process, she also needed Shirakawa's blood to be transfused back into her body.

One is the blood of gods injected into humans, and the other is the blood of gods absorbed by humans.

Even Cecilia himself didn't know what the consequences would be.

But Cecilia looked down again at the slowly dying Shirakawa...

Let's give it a shot.

Cecilia opened her mouth, looked at Shirakawa's chapped and dry lips, and kissed them deeply.

The remaining foot gently pierced into Shirakawa's body, and blood was transported back and forth through the foot.

The two exchanged words through their lips and tongues at this moment.

This is human emotion, isn't it... Is this what they call lust?

Cecilia's heart pounded with her inner emotions, having absorbed desire for a hundred years, and at this moment she also felt her own desire.

A crimson, dark light enveloped Shirakawa and Cecilia.

Shirakawa, you have to survive.

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(A little earlier)

early morning.

Midori Kana waited anxiously at the entrance of the Nagasaki Club.

He would check the time on his phone every now and then, and sometimes he would spin around in circles.

She had already called Suzuki Yoshiko and told her that Shirakawa was in trouble.

She promised to come as soon as possible.

But after waiting at the door for a long time, she still didn't appear.

The Nagasaki Clubhouse was on its second basement level, guarded by bodyguards, but Kana, a woman, was still not allowed to enter.

All she could do was wait for help at the door.

A moment later, a black stretch Lincoln drove up from the side of the road and slowly stopped in front of Mito Kana.

"Ms. Suzuki?" Kana asked through the car window.

The people inside the car opened the door, and out stepped Hoshimiya Shio and Hoshimiya Rin.

He was dressed in neat casual clothes and had a serious expression.

The Lincoln was followed by a series of vans and jeeps, and even a large pickup truck that had been modified. It had a constantly rotating radar antenna on the front and the words "Star Palace Security Company" written on its body, making it look like a combat command post.

The entire Nagasaki clubhouse was surrounded by cars, and the security personnel inside got out of their vehicles and set up rings of yellow warning tape.

Pedestrians who had stopped to watch the commotion were all driven away.

Xinggong Xi saw the woman who had helped her bathe and taken care of her again.

That person was more like her own mother than her real mother.

She turned her head slightly, still somewhat unwilling to look directly at the other person.

Where is Miss Suzuki?

"She has something urgent to attend to and won't be coming. I'm here to find Shirakawa on her behalf."

The reason is that Suzuki Yoshiko's status is special, after all, she is the wife of the Prime Minister.

Wearing a mask to conceal her identity is better than coming to a place like this in a big way to negotiate with Matsushima; it would be dangerous if someone with ill intentions found out.

This is the basic quality of a politician: to clear one's name as much as possible, and to delegate the dirty, tiring, and controversial work to others.

Moreover, Matsushima has a lot of dirt on Suzuki Yoshiko's affairs with her male lovers. It's impossible for Suzuki Yoshiko to have a dispute with Matsushima over a cute male lover or an interesting toy.

But Xing Gongxi was different; she didn't think that much about it at all.

She wants to do what she wants to do immediately, and she wants to find the person she wants to find immediately.

"Then how did you..." Kana asked.

"Ah, Shirakawa is performing in a play the day after tomorrow, and I don't want him to miss it," Hoshimiya Shio replied softly.

This is a reason that no one would believe: the head of the wealthy and powerful Hoshimiya family would go to such lengths for the male lead in a play, a male student.

Hoshimiya Shio also felt that this reason was far-fetched, so she quickly took the security personnel and Hoshimiya Rin to find Shirakawa.

Midori Kana followed closely behind.

"Master, let me go first."

Hoshimiya Rin volunteered to clear a path for Hoshimiya Ushio, carrying a portable pistol at her waist. Her bodyguards surrounded her, protecting her from all angles.

They had all heard of the Takesakura-kai and Matsushima Yoshiko, a criminal gang that operated beneath the city walls and engaged in illegal activities.

With Shirakawa and Miike kidnapped by her, their chances of survival are slim.

Everyone was fully armed and on high alert.

The large group of people quickly arrived at the basement level. Although the two bodyguards outside the door had never seen anything like this before, they still blocked their way.

"Excuse me, guests, please show your invitation or ID..."

"Get lost!" Xing Gongxi didn't want to waste her breath on these thugs from the Bamboo Shadow Society.

She looked down on most people, but she found these gangsters even more disgusting.

"guest..."

I don't want to say it a second time!

Several security personnel beside Xing Gongxi immediately restrained the two bodyguards, clearing a path for the family head.

Immediately afterwards, she went down to the second basement level.

"Clear the area! Search!"

At Hoshino Shiori's command, security personnel surged in from behind her and apprehended the wealthy young men and the working women.

Whether it's men and women still engaging in "social" activities, middle-aged people gambling, or even ordinary staff members.

All treated equally.

"Hey! You! What are you doing? I'm from the Takahashi family!" In the chaos, a rich second-generation shouted his name, and the others were stunned for a moment. It seemed that he had a pretty good relationship with the family.

Xing Gongxi ignored it, not even glancing at it.

Some of these people were even naked, and they were dragged out by security personnel like dead dogs.

Security personnel then entered all the rooms on the second basement level to search for the person.

"Hey, Master! We've found Shirakawa!" the security guard shouted from the doorway of a small private room.

"Bring him out."

"Um, you...you should come and take a look." The security guard's voice grew softer, his eyes darting around, and he stammered.

Hoshimiya Shio was very displeased. She strode in with her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, Shirakawa, you're getting more and more arrogant. Do I, the student council president, have to personally invite you out?"

When she arrived at the door.

The erotic dungeon is filled with all sorts of torture instruments.

Covered in wounds, lying in a pool of blood and thick water, Shirakawa was on the verge of death.

He also has a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

And Matsushima and Miike, who fainted on the ground.

Matsushima was still holding that revolver.

"Bai...Bai Chuan???"