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

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"There won't be any left, at most a few thousand."

"it is good."

Shirakawa stood up and continued speaking to Akita: "At the end of each month, transfer me 1 yen. From now on, you must obey my orders and be available whenever I call. Do you understand?"

"Ah."

"Also, don't criticize me at school, and don't interfere with what I do."

“I understand.” Akita-sensei nodded.

Shirakawa took out several ten-thousand-yuan bills from his pocket and forced them into Akita's hand.

"This is for your taxi fare. Take the money and head home!" Shirakawa got back into the car, and Miike started the engine and drove away slowly.

Only Akita-sensei was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

After counting the train tickets in his hand, Shirakawa gave 4 yen...

In other words, this is four months' worth of money.

Looking at the banknotes in his hand, Akita-sensei saw through Shirakawa's true nature.

A typical arrogant and proud boy.

To understand a person, don't look at what they say, look at what they do.

She gave herself money to help him with housework, chose to believe in herself during the theft incident, and refused the host's public disciplinary requests while on stage.

For some reason, he always treated me with a strange, mischievous attitude.

Since he wants to act, I'll just play along.

……

Shirakawa sat back in the passenger seat, and the car drove quietly. Shirakawa yawned lazily.

"When we were almost home, Shirakawa suddenly said."

"Michi, I need to ask you for a favor."

"Ask? Just say so. What kind of relationship do we have? There's no need to be so polite."

"Could you anonymously donate money to Akita-sensei's father for his medical treatment? With the money I won tonight."

"Hmm..." Michi parked the car at the entrance of the residential area. "Donate it all at once?"

"Of course not, I'm just donating a little to ease Akita-sensei's burden. I still have other uses for the money."

Shirakawa wanted to use the money he had and the money Akiyama's father gave him to start a business, preferably in an industry that could generate long-term profits.

Miike lowered his head, lost in thought.

In the early morning, before dawn, the streetlights shone with an orange glow, and you could vaguely see small insects flying around below.

The spring equinox brings a soft rustling sound to the roadside trees and grass.

There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street; the whole street was eerily quiet.

"Shirakawa, before you agree, I have a question for you."

"how?"

Why did you go to save Akita?

"Because she was my homeroom teacher, someone I saw every day and knew well, it was really hard for me to bear seeing her suddenly disappear and become someone else's daughter."

After listening, Miike gave a meaningful smile.

"My second question is, why did you go through all that trouble, using a hidden identity to help Akita-sensei?"

"If I were to give Akita-sensei money directly, she definitely wouldn't accept it. Besides, I don't want her to know that I'm helping her, and I don't want her to like me, although it does sound pretty narcissistic to say that."

It's quite narcissistic to think that helping someone means they'll like you back. But this is an adult game world, and since arriving here, all the "female leads" have inexplicably fallen for him. If this continues, he'll inevitably get into trouble one day.

"Hey, Shirakawa, what do you think 'like' means?" Miike turned her head, looking at Shirakawa with a tender gaze.

Since they confessed their feelings at the hospital, their conversations and understanding of each other have deepened.

"I like him, that's all. I'm attracted to his personality, his looks, I think he's good-looking, we're together, we think about each other, and we only feel happy when we see each other," Shirakawa replied.

"Then what is love?"

"Love... is, well, it's about taking responsibility based on liking someone."

"That's it, I understand."

Miike finally understood the real reason why Shirakawa had never been with those girls.

The true nature of Shirakawa.

"What do you understand?" Shirakawa was completely confused and didn't understand what was being said.

"It's nothing." Miike smiled, then suddenly stepped out of the passenger seat, twisted and leaned, and straddled Shirakawa.

Face to face, chest to chest.

"I will help you, but you have to help me first."

Miike slowly lowered his hand, about to pull down her pants, and was about to have a passionate car sex session with Shirakawa.

"Wait!" Shirakawa quickly stopped her.

Maki is still in the back seat!

158. At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

Shirakawa was pinned down in the chair by Miike.

Miike's arms were wrapped around the back of the seat, and the two bodies were pressed tightly together, making it impossible for Shirakawa to move.

"Miike-nee, isn't it inappropriate to be here? What if someone sees us?" Shirakawa refused with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, no one will come at this time. I held back for a long time at the club."

"I'm going to find Maki to write a script for later, Miike-nee?"

Maki stared wide-eyed at the two interacting intimately from the back seat, a feeling of jealousy and envy welling up inside her.

"It's alright, let's finish this quickly." Michi's eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny hearts as she lifted the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up.

"Wait, Miike-nee." Shirakawa pressed Miike's hand and pleaded, "I really have something important to do tonight."

"Really?"

"real!"

“Alright then,” Miike said somewhat disappointedly, stepping back into the driver’s seat. “Since you have something urgent to do, I won’t force you. When you have time…” Miike didn’t finish her sentence, but instead licked her lips and stroked Shirakawa’s thigh with her delicate hand, clearly unsatisfied.

"I know, I promise you."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Michi opened the car door and was about to leave.

"Um, Miike-nee, could I have the car keys?"

"What? Aren't you going home?"

"I'll rest in the car for a while. I'm so tired right now, I don't really want to move..."

Actually, Shirakawa just wanted to have a private talk with Maki. After all that had happened tonight, given Maki's personality, it was necessary to have a proper chat with her alone.

"Okay." Miike handed the car keys to Shirakawa. "Remember to lock the car when you get home."

"Do not worry."

Miike nodded, opened the car door, and left.

"Maki-neechan, now it's just us left."

Maki removed the ring from her finger and appeared in the back seat of the car.

To make it easier to talk to Maki, Shirakawa moved from the passenger seat to the back seat.

The two remained silent, each with their own questions and explanations, but neither had figured out how to begin.

Maki's black sofa was like silk, like a weeping willow.

She wore a black bodysuit with black stockings and black leather shoes, sitting in a pigeon-toed position, her short skirt covering her thighs.

Wearing a school uniform, her usually cool face was now flushed.

"Shirakawa, why did you go to a place like that?" Maki asked first.

"I have urgent business to attend to. Actually, I don't want to go, but I have no choice."

"Then what about Ms. Akita? Why would she appear on stage dressed as a maid?"

"Someone in Akita's family is sick, so in addition to being our homeroom teacher, she also works part-time as a housekeeper. To help her, I often ask her to come and work at my house. As for how she ended up on stage, I don't really know."

"Then, what about Jackie and Miike?" Maki bombarded her with questions one after another.

“Jackie is my friend, I asked her to help. Miike is also...my friend.” When Miike was mentioned, Shirakawa seemed very guilty. He and Miike had always had that kind of unspeakable relationship.