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

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He was finally able to go home and see his beloved wife.

"It's not over yet. I haven't said you can leave. I'm asking you, where is Principal Kato?"

He is the culprit behind this whole incident.

"I...I don't know, he didn't seem to come today."

Do you have his contact information? Give him a call.

"Okay, eldest sister."

The club manager dialed the principal's cell phone.

The phone line was constantly busy and I couldn't get through.

He may have been informed of the leak, and knowing that the plot had been exposed, he began to flee.

"Everyone, mobilize all your connections and networks, find Principal Kato. I need to see him alive or dead. Even if you have to turn this whole city upside down, bring him to me."

"Yes!!" the underlings and bodyguards answered in unison, leaving the office to search for the principal.

"You can get out now," Matsushima waved to the club manager.

But he didn't move at all.

"I told you you can get lost. Do you want to play again?" Matsushima asked.

If it happens again, it should be a 100% chance of getting hit.

"Boss, my legs are numb..." The club manager's thighs were numb from the shock.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Matsushima no longer had any underlings in her office who could be ordered around by her.

"I just found out too..."

"Sigh~" Matsushima shook his head and made a phone call. "You two come back first and carry the manager out of my office."

"receive."

After a while.

In Matsushima's office.

Only Shirakawa, panting heavily from the medicine, remained.

And Matsushima, the tall and beautiful yakuza queen with one shoulder exposed.

192. The Blanched Matsushima

While Shirakawa's small hands were still wandering over Matsushima's fair legs.

Matsushima suddenly stood up, picked up the pistol that the club manager had placed on the ground, and pointed it directly at Shirakawa.

Surprisingly, Shirakawa wasn't afraid at all.

Aren't you afraid I'll shoot?

Shirakawa remained expressionless: "That gun wasn't loaded with bullets either."

"Heh, I'm just kidding."

Matsushima pulled the trigger.

The bomb bay was turned around, and sure enough, nothing happened again.

"Did you see through me this time?" Matsushima returned to his seat, smiled slightly, and stretched out his leg for Shirakawa to play with as he pleased.

Shirakawa has already given her quite a few surprises tonight.

He really is a great man.

"Please explain briefly, Shirakawa. Let me hear how you figured it out."

"You only fired one shot at that blond senior, so there should be five live rounds and one empty cartridge left in your pistol. You should have emptied the five bullets and reloaded it, but instead you put the emptied bullets into your pocket and then took out three more, so..."

At this moment, Shirakawa was able to barely suppress his inner turmoil. Apart from his pants being bulging, his body was almost completely unharmed.

My thinking is becoming clearer.

"That's right, Shirakawa, you were right again. But can you guess why I didn't kill him?"

"This...I don't know," Shirakawa said, unable to fathom Matsushima's thoughts.

"Let me tell you, this man has been with me since I first took over the Bamboo Cherry Society. He is loyal and has saved the Bamboo Cherry Society from danger many times. He is a veteran. Although he did such a stupid thing, I do not intend to kill him this time because of his past merits. I just gave him a warning."

Indeed, Matsushima's move both intimidated and punished him, while also saving his life.

"Of course, Shirakawa, if you can follow me loyally and work hard for the Takesakura Club, you will receive the same treatment. Moreover, the Nagasaki Club does not have a general manager yet, so perhaps you can fill his position." Matsushima offered generous terms to tempt Shirakawa.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to join the Bamboo Cherry Blossom Society, and I have no interest in this kind of position."

"Are you worried that you're not old enough or experienced enough, and that your subordinates won't obey you? Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to guide you, and as long as I give the order, they'll definitely follow your commands obediently."

"It's not because of that, I'm sorry, I just don't like it here, and I still have to go to school."

Shirakawa is a student at Sakura-ryu High School, and his school life is quite colorful.

Suddenly being put in charge of this underground sex organization, watching these powerful figures and girls party all night, falling into the abyss of lust and madness, was something he couldn't quite accept from a moral standpoint.

"What? Do you want to study hard and pursue your ideals, or do you have a girlfriend at school that you want to support and are reluctant to leave?" Matsushima joked with a smile.

Shirakawa did not answer.

Matsushima took it as a tacit agreement.

"Since you're unwilling to follow me, I won't force you. After tonight, you can go back to school and be a regular student, but..."

"But what?"

"Whether you graduate from high school or college, wherever you are, do not oppose me or harm the interests of the Bamboo Cherry Blossom Association."

The Takesakura family and the Hoshimiya family have always been at odds, and Shirakawa possesses the Hoshimiya family's black gold card.

If he were to be recruited by the Hoshimiya family to deal with the Takesakura Society, the consequences would be dire.

Shirakawa hesitated. Although Matsushima Yoshiko was, in a sense, a "good" person, the Takesakura-kai was still a criminal organization whose activities were shady and its members numerous and complex. What if they committed some crime that would affect Shirakawa...?

Seeing Shirakawa's hesitation, Matsushima lifted a toe and touched Shirakawa's lips.

"The effects of the drug haven't completely worn off yet, have they? If you agree, you can do whatever you want with my feet," Matsushima tempted.

Shirakawa's desires began to stir again, as if they were about to break free from the shackles of reason.

But he still forcefully pushed it back down.

Matsushima hadn't expected that Shirakawa could be so patient.

But she couldn't force Shirakawa to submit.

A forced relationship won't be sweet.

Especially for someone as intelligent as Shirakawa, using force might provoke him into resistance, which would be a huge loss.

We have to resort to a softer approach.

Then let's sacrifice ourselves a little.

"Isn't this enough? Then let me add another one."

Matsushima slightly hooked the ball of his right foot.

Matsushima was somewhat surprised. Despite Shirakawa's seemingly frail physique, his arms were surprisingly strong.

Although Matsushima hadn't read anyone else's work, she had read some comics and watched some movies when she was younger, and the exaggerated descriptions in them were similar.

Matsushima's thumb could feel the scorching heat.

As a woman, Matsushima couldn't help but feel that Shirakawa was far more dangerous than the silver revolver in her hand.

"If you agree, I'll try to appease you."

Matsushima gently rubbed Shirakawa's arm with his slightly rough soles, his toes occasionally tapping lightly.

Aloof yet distant, wanting to refuse yet welcoming.

The left foot would occasionally brush against Shirakawa's cheek. Driven by desire, Shirakawa didn't find it dirty at all; on the contrary, he found it delicious.

"I'm giving you three seconds left, or you'll miss your turn."

"3!"

"2~"

Matsushima began to seduce Shirakawa using both feet, her nimble fingers constantly massaging Shirakawa's body.

"1!"

"I, I promise."

At the last minute, Shirakawa agreed.

It must be the influence of Secia's drugs and other illicit substances. I am a noble person, how can I succumb to these legs!

Shirakawa kept making excuses for himself, as if this would allow him to blame all the mistakes on Cecia and absolve himself of his inability to control his desires.

That's right! I am a noble person!