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

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"Don't worry, I can bring some glucose IV drip. I read online that you can use it to replenish energy after overwork. Besides, you seem to be quite young and energetic."

Miike reached out to touch it again, but Shirakawa twisted his body to avoid it.

If you touch it again, it really means another round will have to start.

It seems that doing things that bring joy has become Miike's biggest hobby.

"Okay, I promise you, let's go out for a few days after the school festival."

"Okay, then it's a deal."

"It's not settled yet!"

"Hmm." Miike yawned. "Then I'm going to sleep!"

"Wait, let's put our clothes on first. What if Auntie wakes up in the morning and finds that we're not dressed? That would be terrible!"

"Too."

The two put on their underwear, spread out the blankets, and tidied up to make it look normal as if nothing had happened, then prepared to go to sleep.

Shirakawa turned slightly toward his aunt.

Having fully entered a state of enlightenment, Shirakawa had no extra desires for his aunt, only the respect and affection one would have for an "elder".

He looked at his aunt's slightly flushed, broad back...

Wait a moment?

Shirakawa noticed that something was off about where the aunt was lying.

It's probably because it's too hot.

Shirakawa and Miike had been fighting for a long time, but they didn't sweat nearly half as much as Aunt Mito.

Touch her back again.

It's so hot.

Is this room really that hot? It's making the auntie sweat.

Shirakawa found the air conditioner remote and turned it on to cool.

Goodnight, Auntie.

Shirakawa whispered to himself, closed his eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

Aunt Mido had her back to Shirakawa, her cheeks were burning, and she was breathing rapidly.

It took her a while to cool herself down.

She turned over while Shirakawa was fast asleep, gently stroking his face as she admired his sleeping expression.

So cute...

She couldn't help but regret her foolish behavior of being controlled by her desires.

How could I have that kind of desire for Shirakawa?

Midori Kana gently kissed Shirakawa's forehead and hugged him tightly.

Shirakawa's hair gently brushed against her ample bosom, and his breath caressed her skin, giving her the illusion of holding a baby.

Goodnight, Shirakawa-kun.

197. An unpleasant breakfast time

Thursday.

In the morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room.

The bustling night scene has been replaced by the rising sun and the vibrant, reviving beauty of all things.

The entire city seemed to awaken, with bustling traffic on the quiet streets at night, which was even clearer from the VIP suite in the high-rise where Shirakawa was located.

Shirakawa's phone was buzzing, as if someone was sending him a lot of messages.

Shirakawa was jolted awake from his sleep. Still half-asleep, he picked up his phone and saw the group chat he shared with the girls.

Jackie: Same as always, let's meet at school, everyone's okay, right?

All the other girls said it was fine, no problem.

Shirakawa replied "okay," and then got out of bed.

I have rehearsal today, and I also promised to go on a date with Sakura to see a movie.

It was another busy day, but thankfully, Shirakawa did a lot of work yesterday, and he doesn't feel tired at all today; he's recovered quite well.

He also had a dream in which he fell into a pool filled with a mixture of ocean balls and balloons.

The soft balloons and ocean balls pressed against his face and body, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

The taste of the balloon balls in the ocean was quite good, though Shirakawa couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Aunt Meidu, who was standing next to me, had disappeared, leaving only a crumpled, clean white sheet beneath her.

These wrinkles appear when clothes are washed in the washing machine and then crumpled up to dry. Judging from the number of wrinkles on the bed sheet, the auntie sweated a lot last night.

As expected, fat people sweat a lot, and Aunt Mito is the most voluptuous and beautiful woman Shirakawa has ever seen.

It's normal to sweat a lot when it's hot.

The sound of pots and pans clattering came from outside the bedroom; the aunt must be making breakfast outside.

Looking at Sanchi next to him, he was lying sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, wearing only plain black underwear.

The red and bloody marks on my buttocks haven't completely faded yet.

I hope I didn't hurt her.

Last night, Shirakawa's aggression was indeed a bit too strong due to the drugs...

"Ugh, Shirakawa, push harder," Miike mumbled incoherently.

...It seems I was overthinking it.

Fearing that Miike would catch a cold, Shirakawa gently pulled the blanket over her.

I tiptoed out of bed, got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom. Just then, I saw Aunt Meidu holding a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other. The range hood was whirring, and long strips of bacon were being fried in the frying pan.

The meat sizzled and fried in oil, releasing a delicious aroma. Half-cooked dishes were laid out beside the stove.

Midori Kana was still wearing the clothes she wore when she came to find Shirakawa: a regular long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, except now she had added a pure white apron.

"Good morning, Shirakawa-kun."

Midori Kana greeted Shirakawa, her face slightly flushed, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

She fell asleep last night listening to Shirakawa and Miike's battle, and now she's getting more and more embarrassed thinking about it.

Even now, the intense heat emanating from her body has not completely dissipated.

"Good morning, Auntie." Shirakawa pulled out a chair from under the small dining table and sat down.

"Breakfast will be ready soon." Kana took the fried bacon out and placed it on a delicate white plate that came with the kitchen.

Smelling the fragrant grilled bacon, Shirakawa's appetite was whetted. Due to the lack of protein from high-intensity exercise, he couldn't wait and was extremely hungry, so he picked up the piece of meat and was about to eat it.

It's a bit impolite to start eating before everyone has arrived, but Aunt Meidu is so kind, she won't blame me.

If Miike has any objections, stabbing her a few times with the Holy Sword will probably make her behave.

"Shirakawa-kun!" Kana gently tapped Shirakawa's head with her finger. "You need to wash up before eating, otherwise there will be bacteria."

"Okay, I'll go right now." Shirakawa went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

To be fair, the suite was very well-equipped, with a patterned bathtub, various clean disposable toothpaste and toothbrushes, and cups and towels neatly arranged.

Strangely, the showerhead had some water droplets condensed on it, as if it had just been used, and there was an open disposable shampoo bag on the ground.

Did the aunt take a shower this morning?

Perhaps she has a habit of showering in the morning.

Whether it was the bed sheets or the bath, Shirakawa never forgot about the place where shrew was. In his mind, the aunt and the lewd Miike were completely opposite.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Miike yawned and stretched, then lazily walked into the bathroom to wash up with Shirakawa.

"Does your butt still hurt? Are you alright?" Shirakawa asked with concern.

I was too rough with you last night.

"It's okay, I'm a former police officer, I've been trained, you can use a little more force." Michi pouted slightly and patted her firm, rounded body with her small hands, making a sound.

"As long as it's okay, I'll be relieved."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so caring, Shirakawa."

After they finished talking, they brushed their teeth and rinsed their mouths together in front of the mirror.

"Um, Shirakawa-kun." Suddenly, Aunt Kana appeared at the restroom door with a slightly flushed face.

She had just heard a noise coming from the bathroom and thought Shirakawa and Miike were at it again, so she quickly tried to stop them.