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

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CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

A metal axe blade appeared before Miike through the wooden door, just inches away from his profile.

The doors to these rooms are made of fine cedar wood that has been waterproofed, but no matter how fine they are, they are still just pieces of wood.

Since it's wood, just split it open.

Boom! Boom!

The sounds of chopping echoed, and the small gap in the wooden door grew larger and larger.

Shirakawa's bed sheet is tied up; all that's left is to find a place to secure it.

Michi didn't know what to do. He didn't want Shirakawa to do such a dangerous thing, but there were too many people outside the door, and she couldn't possibly stop so many people by herself.

Kara!

The axe chopped into the door again, but this time, Miike only saw the axe blade twisting and turning inside the small opening in the door, trying to grind out a larger space.

Wood chips kept falling out through the small opening.

In desperation, Miike grabbed a broom from the house and began to defend himself.

It's better than fighting empty-handed.

Suddenly, a blue-green eye appeared from the small hole, staring intently at Michi.

"Officer Miike, nice to meet you."

The owner of the eyeball sneered, sending a chill down one's spine.

Then, Miike heard a knocking sound outside the door.

Her consciousness began to fade...

As if by some strange twist of fate, the broom slipped from her hand.

Slowly begin to unlock the door...

201. Passionate Negotiations with Catherine

Shirakawa squatted on the ground and firmly tied the bed sheet, which was twisted into a rope end to end, to the table leg under the television.

I tied it around and around, then pulled on it to make sure it was secure.

After all, falling down would mean certain death.

Shirakawa got up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, went to the bedside, and threw the bed sheet "rope" down.

We can start climbing down now.

By the way, just now there was the sound of an axe breaking down the door, why is it so quiet now?

Forget it, forget it.

Shirakawa's plan was to lure them away after he came downstairs, so that Miike and Kana could escape and then meet up somewhere else.

Shirakawa took a deep breath and gripped the rope tightly.

Look at those tiny ant-like figures on the ground.

It's impossible not to be afraid.

He tied the pristine white sheets around his arms and shoulders, wrapping them around several times for safety.

Just as he was about to try to go downstairs.

A large hand pulled him from behind, tripping Shirakawa to the ground with lightning speed.

She plopped down on Shirakawa's waist.

It's Miike!

To be honest, Shirakawa could sense it just by looking at Tunbe's touch.

At this moment, Miike's eyes were completely empty, revealing no other expression.

The movements were clean and efficient, like an arrest of a suspect.

"Hey, Miike, what are you doing?"

"Hello, Shirakawa, it's nice to see you again." Catherine, accompanied by Matsushima and her henchmen in black, slowly walked up to Shirakawa, who was bound hand and foot with a white sheet.

"He even tied it up himself, saving me the trouble of doing it myself."

This woman dressed in sexy nun's clothes, even though it was Shirakawa's first time meeting her, felt strangely familiar.

Why did she say "again"?

"Who are you?" Shirakawa twisted his body and struggled violently. The safety rope that had just been tied to him had turned into a rope that restricted his movements.

Moreover, under Miike's suppression, he had no chance of breaking free.

"Have you forgotten me so quickly?" Catherine tapped the tip of her sword.

The missing memories flooded into Shirakawa's mind, and he remembered the nightmare from that night.

"Catherine! It's you!"

"Yes, that's right, it's me." Catherine leaned forward, sticking her head out, and when Shirakawa looked up from below, he was surprised to find that Catherine was going commando.

It looked like a beautiful butterfly.

And most abstractly, her hair and her head are actually the same color.

The questions that arose in the locker room have finally been resolved.

Shirakawa lowered his head, unwilling to look any further, afraid that Catherine would discover it.

Catherine, however, was completely oblivious to her exposed skin. She grabbed Shirakawa's chin, lifted his head, and asked him a question.

"Where is Secia? Tell us the truth."

Even though she didn't want to look, Catherine still stubbornly raised her head...

"I don't know, I don't know where she is."

In a fit of rage, Catherine tapped the tip of her sword, attempting to control Shirakawa's thoughts.

Shirakawa felt as if he were fighting with himself, and his consciousness was shrouded in darkness.

He was not completely controlled by Catherine.

What a hassle...

I couldn't control him in my dreams, and I never imagined I couldn't control him in reality either.

What is this man's brain made of?!

"Guards, lock him in the dungeon!" Catherine commanded.

"Yes!"

Miike and Matsushima, who used to be mortal enemies and couldn't stand each other, have now become Catherine's right-hand men.

The two people, one on each side, dragged Shirakawa away.

Shirakawa was unwilling to accept that he had been defeated by such a bug-like ability.

But then again, would a place like this have a dungeon?

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Inside the dungeon-themed love room of Ace Lover.

The lights in the entire "dungeon" flickered on and off, the walls were covered with all sorts of bloodstains (decorative paint), and a large bed was placed in the corner with the blankets and pillows in disarray.

On the dilapidated wooden table were large, lifelike toys, including collars, whips, and spiked clubs.

Of course, there are also chastity belts and small leather straps for men.

Even those small collars and hoops, specifically designed to lock a man's small arms, restricting blood flow and making it difficult for him to fire bullets.

Shirakawa was pressed tightly against a wooden board, his hands and feet bound to it with iron rings, unable to move.

Catherine sat on a small wooden chair, crossed her legs, and looked at Shirakawa with disdain.

On either side of him were Miike and Matsushima, their eyes vacant.

Extremely arrogant and haughty.

“Shirakawa, you’re just food for Cecilia. She won’t care if you live or die. She can find someone else after you’re gone. There are so many people in your world, she doesn’t need you.” Catherine still tried to persuade her kindly. “If you come with me and kill Cecilia completely, I will give you a happy life and a perfect ending.”

"I do not believe."

"Sigh, that woman is very good at bewitching people. Shirakawa, think about it carefully. Were you blinded by her mature and alluring body and the words she said? You thought she was a charming older sister who was kind to you, but in fact, she is a devil who eats people without spitting out the bones!"

Shirakawa fell silent, beginning to waver.

Indeed, after spending a lot of time with Cecilia, he always felt that she was not a bad person at heart, and that she was quite reliable when she lost her abilities at school, which gave Shirakawa the illusion that they were good friends.

What if all of this was an act? What if these feelings were all things she was controlling her own consciousness to perceive?

What if Shirakawa's misconception was also a result of her control?

Catherine's lips curled up slightly. Unlike in the dream, meeting in reality would make the sacred artifacts on her even more effective.