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

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"What I mean is that you don't need to argue with her. Handing it over to her is the best option. We don't need to do anything dangerous. Just let them handle it themselves."

"What about the Nagasaki club?"

"Now that the matter of the pills has been resolved, no more students will be abducted there, and no more girls will be harmed. From my current observation, Matsushima is not the kind of evil person who forces women into prostitution. We can deal with the rest when we have the capacity later."

Matsushima made Shirakawa promise not to oppose her at the time, even though Shirakawa was in an "offensive state," but one cannot break one's word.

Most importantly, Matsushima has guns and men, and Shirakawa is simply no match for him and can't afford to mess with him.

She's not one of those shady, depraved girls; Shirakawa has more important things to do right now.

For example, figuring out how to deal with Yoshioka who comes here to cause trouble on the night of the school festival, and rehearsing the stage play properly.

"Okay, I understand." Miike accepted it.

Shirakawa is her partner, and Miike can accept his decisions as long as they are not too outrageous.

Moreover, aside from the pills, the Nagasaki Club is at most an illegal gambling den.

According to the rather ambiguous laws in Japan, it's not a serious crime that could get you killed.

The two were talking quietly to each other. Kana, who was lying next to them, couldn't hear what they were saying, but her face was burning hot.

She saw the VR glasses and headphones that Shirakawa had placed on the table...

"Um, Shirakawa-kun, can I use those headphones to listen to some music?" Kana asked with her back to Shirakawa.

"Of course you can, Auntie. Feel free to use these things. They're not mine; they're provided by the guest room."

"Okay." Aunt Meidu picked up the earphones and turned on Bluetooth to connect to her phone.

The moment the headphones disconnected, all I heard was the vibrant sound of spring emanating from the VR eye.

"Ah~~ Brother~~ Good Shufu, brother!"

"Brother, keep going, it's my turn next!"

"My brother's thigh is mine."

"My brother's mouth is mine now."

......

Several girls with sweet, coquettish voices were fawning over her.

Oops, I forgot to pause.

Turn it off quickly!

Shirakawa quickly stood up and reached out over Aunt Kana's broad shoulders to try and touch the VR glasses.

In his haste, his holy sword accidentally touched Kana's buttocks.

"Hey! Shirakawa-kun! I'll take care of it."

Aunt Kana quickly picked up the VR glasses and turned them off.

The two remained silent, lay down again, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Kana remained lying with her back to Shirakawa, her mind wandering.

Shirakawa-kun's arms are so big and hot...

Forget it, forget it, don't have any unrealistic expectations.

Kana put on her headphones, played some music, and tried to clear her mind of her often wandering thoughts.

"Oh, you have pretty good taste, you like reading erotica. Are you thinking of doing it too?" Michi teased again.

She has watched countless films, but her focus is mainly on the subject of prosecutors.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense!" Shirakawa gestured for silence.

"Don't worry, she's wearing headphones, right? She can't hear you. I'll call her name, Kana, Mito?"

Midori Kana lay on her side and did not reply.

"look."

"Okay, let's go to sleep then."

"Wait, I won't keep bringing up the Nagasaki club thing, but I didn't eat enough for dinner."

"What do you mean."

Miike's gaze slowly moved downwards.

Shirakawa understood immediately.

"Shirakawa, you can't possibly be saying that I'm really sleeping here because I'm too tired and don't want to squeeze in with Maki, can you?"

"Isn't that right?" Shirakawa continued to feign ignorance.

Miike licked his lips.

"You'll find out soon enough."

196. Sleeping together under the same quilt

"It really won't work, Auntie is still here."

"Then let's wait until she falls asleep before we begin."

"Didn't we already do it in the car today?"

"Such a comfortable bed, such a wonderful environment, wouldn't it be a waste not to enjoy it?" Michi gently pressed the bed with his hand.

Shirakawa glanced at his aunt, clearly hesitant.

He had been feeling unwell and couldn't sleep.

"If you don't agree, then I'll start now." Miike pointed to Kana, who was probably still awake.

Shirakawa didn't answer, so Miike took it as a tacit agreement.

Michi leaned close to Shirakawa, pulled down the small clasp on her bra, and then pulled Shirakawa's hand up.

They are almost indistinguishable from boys.

"It's so flat..." Shirakawa couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hey, do you like me, or Aunt Mito?" Miike asked, pouting.

Being told you have small breasts is true, but it's still very unpleasant.

"Of course it's yours, it's small and cute too."

"Then why did you keep looking at Auntie for so long? Should I shake her awake and ask her?" Miike knew that Shirakawa was lying.

"Hey, no, I like Aunt Mido."

"Okay, I'll shake her awake and tell her."

"No matter what you answer, it's wrong, right?"

"Haha, I was just kidding you, Shirakawa. Let's warm up before we get started."

Miike also gripped Shirakawa's arm tightly.

The two touched each other, estimating that they had been warming up for about half an hour before the match.

Aunt Midu's gentle breathing caused her full body to rise and fall, clearly indicating that she had fallen asleep.

Both Miike and Shirakawa were actively preparing for the battle, and Miike quietly pulled the blanket over himself.

Before long, we arrived at our destination.

Mmm~ Mmm~

Like a fierce mother wolf hunting animals on the African savanna.

Shirakawa gasped and glanced at Aunt Mito.

The aunt was still asleep, and there was nothing unusual about her.

"You're still looking?" Michi said jealously, throwing off the thick blanket covering her.

Of course, the part where Aunt Midu was sleeping wasn't uncovered.

This stunning former policewoman is working hard to build a happy life together.

Her previous stubborn obsession with so-called justice reappeared on her face at this moment.

Her slightly flushed face, black hair, and dreamy eyes were quite beautiful.

She was completely absorbed in her own world, feigning a charming demeanor.

Until Shirakawa surrendered.

She only tried it briefly.

The two of them have become increasingly open about their ways of playing.

Shirakawa glanced nervously at Kana again.

He was still worried that his aunt would wake up.