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

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Actually, it's not impossible...

Akita was lost in thought.

In the blink of an eye, the group walked out of the Nagasaki Clubhouse.

Finally, I'm out of that oppressive, dreadful place!

Shirakawa stretched.

"Jackie, you sit in the front, the teacher and I will sit in the back."

What? Shirakawa is going to use himself in the back row now? Is he in such a hurry?

Well...

Ms. Akita opened the car door, sat timidly in the corner of the car, upright with her hands on her lap, waiting anxiously.

He's a student, and I'm the teacher!

Between teachers and students...

Akita blushed deeply, but after waiting for a while, he realized that Shirakawa didn't seem interested in him.

Shirakawa entered the car from the other side door, sat sideways on the seat, and dangled his legs out of the car.

It seemed as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, Shirakawa sat up straight and moved to the middle of the seat, making room for him.

Shirakawa reached out and closed the door, his entire action was very strange, as if there was an invisible person next to him.

Jackie knew the truth, but Sanchi was still kept in the dark.

"Let's go, Sanchi, let's take Jackie home first."

"it is good."

"Wait, Xiaobai, don't be so heartless! We've just been through so much, and now you're saying you don't want me anymore..." Jackie pretended to be pitiful.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're still pretending to be pitiful. I almost lost to you and became that old aunt's little male concubine!" Bai Chuan said, pretending to be angry.

"I...I...I'm sorry, I really couldn't handle that old woman..." Jackie knew she was wrong, and this time she was truly pitiful.

She knew that although Bai Chuan had asked her to come tonight, she had been doing more harm than good to him.

"Alright, alright, don't be upset," Shirakawa comforted him. "It's all thanks to you that I could have let Miike gamble in that situation."

"Is that really what you think?"

"That's really what I think. You should get some rest tonight, you have rehearsal tomorrow."

"Xiaobai, you're so kind, I like you so much..." But the words that were about to come out were swallowed back by Jieqi.

Maki and Akita-sensei are still in the car, which is a bit inconvenient.

Maki sighed inwardly. Even though Jackie had lost to her, she hadn't blamed her too much. Moreover, since she hadn't mentioned the suit, she also bore some responsibility for the incident.

Ms. Akita sat quietly in the back seat. She knew that all of this was because of her, and she had no right to bring it up at all.

Moreover, Shirakawa hasn't made any advances towards me yet, and he doesn't seem to be interested in my body.

After a moment of silence, they arrived at Jackie's house.

"Hey, Xiaobai, see you tomorrow!" Jackie waved goodbye to Baichuan.

"See you tomorrow."

"Also, Miike-nee, when you get home, don't do this or that kind of thing with Shirakawa!"

Jackie recalled the scene of them kissing each other like adults.

After experiencing so much tonight, Sanchi understands that this Jieqi is actually a pure and innocent girl.

She leaned out of the car window and waved to Jackie, signaling her to stick her ear out.

"Let me tell you, Shirakawa is actually quite good in that area, and he can last all night."

"You...you..." Jackie's face flushed red as she pointed at Michi, "You're an old hag too! A bad cop! A stinking cop!"

"I resigned a long time ago!" Miike said with a smile, completely at peace.

Tonight's experience made her realize something: instead of becoming a police officer to achieve so-called justice, it would be better to follow the righteous Shirakawa and do righteous things.

He can go to great lengths to save that Akita teacher, and he can also turn the tide in a gambling game. As long as you follow him, you can't go wrong!

"You, you, you just wait, hmph!" Jackie stormed off in a huff.

Watching Jackie's angry departure, Michi felt a sense of accomplishment for some reason.

It seems to be the kind of story where the empress in the imperial harem trains her concubines.

Of course, Michi didn't take these young concubines seriously; her main concern now was to be wary of those her own age.

For example, the little teacher sitting in the back row.

Only they have the opportunity to occupy the position of empress.

Maki's mindset also changed subtly; she no longer cared about discipline or morality, as distant water couldn't quench her immediate thirst.

She has Shirakawa, that's enough. Isn't that Cecia trying to make her show her imperfect side?

Okay, then I'll go home and confess to him that I'm a perverted woman who likes to smell his scent, a perverted woman who gets excited whenever I'm with him, and that I'm imperfect.

As long as Shirakawa is his destined one, he will definitely understand and accept him.

After tonight, Maki, whose moral compass had been shattered, gradually became somewhat delirious.

Thinking back to the school discipline she had once enforced, confiscating pornographic books and making them wear their uniforms—these small things seemed so insignificant, even laughable, compared to this situation. The sense of disparity made her begin to give up on herself.

Miike was about to start the car.

Unexpectedly, Shirakawa suddenly said:

"Akita-sensei, you get off the bus too!"

157. Shirakawa, about to be eaten

Shirakawa kicked Akita out of the car.

Ms. Akita had no idea why Shirakawa was suddenly treating her this way, and she got off the bus looking completely bewildered.

Shirakawa followed closely behind, standing outside the car with his arms crossed, leaning against the car door and talking to Akita.

"Teacher Akita, what are you doing at the Nagasaki Club?"

Ms. Akita told Shirakawa everything that had happened to her that evening.

After hearing this, Shirakawa felt that the principal was even more despicable.

How can they kidnap people and sell them so easily? Is there no justice? Is there no law?

But thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that he could have such a good relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner.

"Akita-sensei, don't tell anyone about tonight's events—not your colleagues, your parents, or even the police," Shirakawa warned.

"Can't we even tell the police?"

Akita was just about to call the police.

Miike rolled down the car window and explained to Akita, "The Metropolitan Police Department's commissioner also frequents that club, and he's one of the patrons. If you call the police, it will only make things worse."

Former police officer Miike Naeko explained carefully.

"What should I do now? I'm not a prize, I'm not a girl, I just owed the principal some money, and he kidnapped me to that godforsaken place..." Ms. Akita was on the verge of tears.

She was already overwhelmed with work because of her father's illness, and then this mess happened.

Humans appear exceptionally insignificant in the face of power and money.

"There's nothing we can do now that things have come to this. Think about it, at least you don't have to pay back the money you owe the principal," Michi comforted her.

That’s right.

Now my only worries are my father's medical expenses and this new "owner"...

Noticing Akita's strange gaze, Shirakawa still felt he should stick to the original plan: to be a blond-haired guy and make Akita-sensei afraid of him.

"Teacher Akita, I spent 200 million yen on the registration fee and went to great lengths to win the competition and rescue you from that hellhole. How are you going to repay me?" Shirakawa raised his head slightly and smiled mischievously.

"Then, can I go to work and save up 200 million to pay you back?"

Shirakawa shook his head: "200 million is a small problem. Do you know how much effort you put into winning that competition? How are you going to compensate me for all the time and energy you spent?"

Ms. Akita gripped the hem of her maid outfit tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

How can Akita, having lost everything, make up for it?

Ms. Akita took a deep breath: "I can use my body..."

"Eh..." Shirakawa reached out, interrupting Akita, "How about this, from now on, you'll have to..."

Um, how much should I earn?

Shirakawa turned around, bent down, and asked Miike in the car.

"Um, for a teacher like Akita, how much of his monthly salary is left after deducting living expenses?"