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

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"No, it's nothing." Shirakawa smiled awkwardly.

In a moment of desperation, Shirakawa pushed Maki away, clamped Maki's head between his knees, and then shifted his buttocks back slightly.

Yoshiko Suzuki focused intently on her performance and quickly reached a high level of musical prowess.

And so, Maki's little head was sandwiched between Shirakawa's legs, and that miniature Shirakawa was only inches away from Maki.

While resisting Maki's attacks, Shirakawa also had to focus on adjusting the frequency.

He could only pray silently that this training would end soon.

Author's note: Underarm...

156. Nagasaki Clubhouse Closed

The fat woman, head bowed and face flushed, walked step by step along the steel cable.

My body would shake violently every time I passed through the knot.

Gradually, she walked to the front of the stage steps, lost her footing, and almost fell off the stage.

Of course, the taut rope holding her back also helped her out.

With the hemp rope tightly tucked under her armpits, she let out a soft cry, then rose unsteadily and continued walking forward.

Even with the blindfold covering her eyes, the woman knew she had left the stage and was moving towards the crowd below.

As she drew closer to the crowd below the stage, the fear of the unknown ahead captivated her, and an immense desire surged within her.

The men crowded around the rope knots on the railing, carefully observing and admiring the sight.

One of them, overcome with lust, reached out and fiddled with the rope.

The taut rope trembled and twisted.

The woman felt something amiss, her arms suddenly tightened around her, and her waist began to arch slightly.

interesting!

They'd been playing here for a long time, and this was the first time they'd ever seen a training session that actually allowed the audience to interact!

The other men swarmed around and began their little pranks.

The rope trembled wildly as they manipulated it, never stopping for a moment.

The constant tightening caused the woman's armpits to go numb, and her body suddenly lost strength, sending her straight to the peak of pleasure.

Ms. Akita watched with wide eyes from the corner as the woman walked step by step to the accompaniment of elegant music, her ropes rubbing against the ground. This lewd method was actually the idea of ​​that masked boy.

Akita began to feel fear towards the masked man.

He even knows such tricks; if I fall into his hands, wouldn't that be...?

While Shirakawa was still outwitting the invisible Maki, he quickly lowered his head and whispered something to his crotch while Suzuki was looking at the fat woman.

"Hey, Maki, it's a bit inconvenient right now. Can we go home and talk about it? You can do whatever you want when we're home."

"You can do whatever you want?"

"Yes, you can do whatever you want."

Given the current situation, Shirakawa can only temporarily agree to Maki's request.

"All right..."

Maki reluctantly agreed, and she must have left.

After the music ended, the fat woman removed her blindfold. She had already walked to the railing, which separated her from the group of men by only one railing.

Her sweaty body was being seen naked by those men at such close range.

I'm getting more and more excited.

Suzuki Yoshiko rubbed her fingers and wrists and stood up.

Just then, her cell phone rang from her pocket.

She took it out and glanced at it; it was her real, original husband.

At this point, it should be time to call her home.

"Oh, my little husband, although I wanted to stay with you a little longer, my partner needs to talk to me, so I have to go now. If you don't want to keep trying, please give me a call." Suzuki Yoshiko poked Shirakawa's cheek and reluctantly left with her male concubine.

My wife? She's married? I can't believe she's so promiscuous. Doesn't her husband have any objections?

Of course, Shirakawa was just sighing; he wasn't too surprised, since in his original world, he'd heard of many wealthy people buying villas and building harems.

Other people's family affairs have little to do with me. Right now, I should focus on rescuing Akita and going home to sleep.

I took out my phone and checked the time; it was already past midnight.

Shirakawa yawned, his head still feeling dizzy.

I still need to write the script, we have to rehearse tomorrow, and I also need to come up with a plan to get Xing Gongxi involved.

At this point, the host came offstage, pulled the overweight woman up, and discussed with her the selection of the final winner.

A moment later, the host came on stage with a sign and announced: "The winner of tonight's competition is, Brave B!!!"

Shirakawa went on stage and bowed.

The principal below the stage bit his fingers, filled with resentment. He was certain that he had the victory in the bag, but he never expected that the last-place winner would be so cunning.

Unlike his method of releasing desires, this man's training did not harm the fat woman and even involved the audience in the interaction. The woman's piano playing was also quite good, which was a plus.

He lost this round completely, and he wasn't too bothered by the 200 million; instead, he was interested in the man's true identity.

Looking at only the lower half of his face, he looks very young, like a student, and there's a sense of déjà vu about him.

"Please collect your prize." The host gestured for you to do so.

Shirakawa walked up to Akita-sensei, who was tied up and gagged.

Ms. Akita looked at him with a terrified expression, shrinking back and struggling.

With no other option, Shirakawa turned his back to the audience, slowly raised his mask, and revealed his face.

Seeing familiar faces in this environment, even his own students, calmed Akita's fearful heart considerably.

Akita had so many questions to ask and so much to say, but with a gag in her mouth, she couldn't speak at all.

Just as Shirakawa was about to untie her ropes, the host suddenly came up and reminded her.

“Mr. Brave B, um, let me tell you, if you want to take this prize away, you’ll have to use the training methods used in the competition to train this prize again.”

"Hmm...this is my stuff. I like to keep this high-quality stuff at home and play with it by myself."

Ah, Akita listened to what Shirakawa said.

Have I become a toy for the students?

At school, I always criticized him, telling him to be careful about his close relationships with the opposite sex.

I never expected him to want to get so close to me now.

"Um, that's not quite right, sir, these are our rules..." Wearing a mask and using a pseudonym, the host didn't know who he was and could only humbly negotiate.

"Rules? Rules are meant to be broken." Shirakawa untied Akita-sensei's hands and feet.

At school, Akita was strict, but generally considered a responsible and good teacher.

He didn't want his homeroom teacher to be watched by this group of people and publicly disciplined in such a place.

Shirakawa simply couldn't accept it.

"Alright... but sir, do you need any other services? For example, could you tattoo your name on her, or do some simple development?"

The services are quite comprehensive.

"No need, thank you. I just want to go home and make good use of her right now." Shirakawa pulled Akita towards the door.

Akita removed the gag and silently followed Shirakawa, tears of grievance still glistening in the corners of her eyes.

I was inexplicably sold to this place by the principal and subjected to this humiliation for no reason.

The only thought occupying her mind now is to escape this filthy place as soon as possible, then call the police, wipe out this damned place, and clear her name.

Jackie and Michi followed silently.

Akita recognized their true identities from their flat figures and skin color, which differed from that of the Japanese.

I never imagined they would come to a place like this after leaving their homes. Their outfits, with collars and masks, were utterly lewd.

The international student and the police officer both fell into Shirakawa's hands.

No wonder Miike is so protective of Shirakawa; it turns out she has become Shirakawa's...

Akita's heart began to ache. Shirakawa had been kind to him, giving him money and helping him, and had even chosen to believe him when he was falsely accused of stealing money.

But he had threatened me when I was in school, accusing me of frequenting places where students shouldn't go and paying to participate in those kinds of activities...

Fortunately, Shirakawa won in the end. It would have been better to follow Shirakawa than to be won by those strange men who didn't know him in the competition, or by following that perverted principal.

Although I don't know what Shirakawa's true thoughts are, if he has taken a liking to me and wants me to repay his kindness with my body...