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

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The head, lips, and body form a straight line.

It looks like a pose you would only do when practicing yoga.

A strong, muscular Black man...

Sakura blushed instantly, paused the video, glanced at Shirakawa-san's arm, and then touched her own neck.

I'm estimating the length with my hands; it seems to be...

This...my God! How insane!

Best friend B: This is the method... Whether you use it or not is up to you.

Best friend B: I forgot to mention, this method is quite dangerous. It can feel like suffocation, and you might choke and have trouble breathing. Be careful if you use it...

Sakura immediately turned off her phone.

"What's wrong, Lady Sakura? Are you alright?" After some time, Shirakawa fully regained consciousness, and the Holy Sword slowly collapsed.

"Ah, I, I'm fine." Sakura's cheeks were burning, as if something was scorching them, and she started to stutter, "Um, um, you go out first, let's talk about it next time, let's talk about it next time."

Sakura turned her face away, not daring to look Shirakawa in the eye, and forcibly dragged him out.

Close the door.

.....

This is my room, you know.

Shirakawa stood at the door and complained.

There's really nothing you can do against her.

Shirakawa glanced at the time; it was almost evening.

Let's make some preparations and head to the Nagasaki Club.

After Shirakawa left, Sakura, lying on the bed, patted her head, trying to physically erase the memory of watching that video.

But a moment later, she picked up her phone again and watched the video repeatedly, using her thumb and forefinger to measure the distance from her mouth to her throat, while imagining Shirakawa's arms.

The taste still lingered in Sakura's mouth; it was delicious, but doing something like this...

Sakura is currently in a state where she knows it's unreasonable, bad, and wrong to do this, but she still can't help wanting to touch that taboo.

What on earth should I do?

Author's note: Sakura wasn't ready, and neither was I. After writing this, I'm about to have a peak match with Shihe.

184. Shinichi, Alone in an Empty Room / Yoshiko Suzuki Wants to Be a Teacher

"Shirakawa-kun, are you done training?" Kana asked with concern as she sat on the sofa and asked Shirakawa, who had just come out of his room.

"Ah, I'm done exercising, I'm going out for a walk."

I almost went to exercise with Sakura.

Shirakawa arrived at the entrance and bent down to change his shoes.

"Shirakawa-kun, what time are you coming back tonight?"

"It might be a little later, around midnight."

Do you need me to save you dinner?

"No need, thank you Aunt Mito. I'll just go out and buy some bento boxes and rice balls." Shirakawa didn't want to trouble Aunt Mito too much.

"Shirakawa-kun, be careful coming back so late. I'll leave the door open for you," Kana said gently.

"it is good."

Shirakawa couldn't help but sigh, realizing that the house had suddenly become warm and welcoming thanks to the arrival of the housekeeper.

Who wouldn't like such a gentle and considerate wife?

"Then I'll be going, Auntie."

"Have a safe journey, Shirakawa-kun!" Kana stood up at the door to see Shirakawa-kun off.

As Shirakawa went downstairs, he happened to be at the entrance of the residential complex when he bumped into Shinichi Mitsu, who was returning home.

Shinichi was slightly tipsy this time, his cheeks flushed. When he saw Shirakawa arrive, he immediately struck up a conversation with him cheerfully: "Hey, Shirakawa-kun, how are Kana and the two girls doing at your house?"

After learning that they were not related to his brother by blood, he stopped calling them nieces.

"They're doing well, I'll take good care of them." Shirakawa fanned away the smell of alcohol that clung to him.

“Take care of them? Do you have the money? Hiccup!” Xin Yi hiccuped, speaking bluntly and without restraint, “Don’t try to pretend you’re rich when you’re not. You can’t afford it.”

"I'll treat Auntie well. I won't smash anything in the house, and I won't yell at her. I'll always be gentle with her. Besides," Bai Chuan pursed his lips, "how do you know I'm not a rich second-generation heir? How do you know I can't afford it?"

Shirakawa has looked down on this man ever since he used those two girls to blackmail Kana into marrying him.

Everyone has times when they are tired from work or when things don't go their way, but that doesn't mean you can use that as an excuse to verbally abuse your loved ones.

"Tch, they're not related to you by blood. Do you really have that kind intention?"

“Maki is my girlfriend. She will live with me sooner or later. They are both very important people to me.”

Shirakawa didn't want to get too entangled with the drunkard, so he hailed a taxi and hurriedly headed to the Nagasaki Club.

Xin paused for a moment, and being drunk, he couldn't think of anything to refute.

I had to leave in shame.

When he got home, Shinichi looked at the leftover food and dishes left on the table after breakfast, which hadn't been washed, and the messy, unmade blankets on the bed.

He took off his suit jacket, which reeked of alcohol, and put it in the washing machine in the bathroom, only to realize that he hadn't even washed his clothes from last night.

Since Kana arrived, he has never used this washing machine to wash anything or done any housework.

He only has two work suits, and they're both in the washing machine right now.

He turned on the washing machine and returned to the living room.

As the sun set, the living room, where traces of Kana and her two daughters' lives still lingered, was bathed in crimson light. A forlorn Shinichi stood before the living room, facing the setting sun, his head slightly bowed, lost in thought.

A moment later, he staggered to the refrigerator, took out a case of chilled beer, sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat and drink heartily with the leftovers from the morning.

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After finishing her meeting, Hoshimiya Shio, along with Hoshimiya Rin, returned wearily to her enormous European-style mansion in a stretched Lincoln.

Dealing with that bunch of profit-driven, sycophantic businessmen on the board of directors really exhausted her energy.

Everyone's words and actions are for their own benefit.

Xinggong Xi stretched and recalled the scene of rehearsing with everyone today, and being together in the car.

They're just friends, and although there's a bit of flattery involved, it's still much better than these kinds of people.

She returned to her opulent office, where a worn-out kendama sat on the large, exquisite wooden table, clashing with the overall atmosphere of the room.

Hoshimiya Shio slumped in the leather swivel chair and ordered Hoshimiya Rin next to her, "Call Hoshimiya Rie over here."

"Yes, master."

While waiting, Hoshiguchi Shio unconsciously picked up the sword jade and began to play with it.

After a while.

“Master, you called me.” Hoshimiya Rie bowed respectfully to her daughter.

"Ah, I have something I want to ask you." Hoshigumi Shio put down the sword, moved forward slightly, her cheeks flushed, showing a hint of girlish shyness.

"What is it, Master?"

My daughter is getting shy!

Rie Hoshimiya was overjoyed. Shio Hoshimiya had been rehearsing and interacting with her friends today, and she had a great time meeting people her own age. Even if something happened, it would most likely be the doubts and anxieties that teenage girls have when making friends.

She has finally become like a normal girl again.

She and I finally became like a real mother and daughter.

What questions will she ask?

"I'm asking you, what is left-handed love?"

"Huh?" Rie Hoshimiya exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"You don't need to ask me why I'm asking; all I want to know right now is the answer."

"I...I don't know," Hoshimiya Rie shook her head repeatedly.

Rie Hoshimiya wasn't lying; she too grew up in this aristocratic, upper-class environment.

She only knew that sex was something couples did, but she had no idea how to do it.

She had always stayed in the information cocoon of the Hoshigumi family and high-society figures, and knew nothing about matters between men and women. Hoshigumi Shio was also born from her in vitro fertilization.

Aside from the bodyguards in black and the company's board members, she had almost never been in contact with other men.

The only grandfather who loved and doted on her that Hoshimiya Rie had ever met was the one she met when she was little.