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

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The room's decor was more luxurious than the hallway's.

The display cases contain various antiques, including some ancient firearms.

In the center was a large wooden desk, and a gangster woman sat in front of it.

The owner of the Nagasaki Club is also the head of the Takesakura-kai, the largest yakuza gang in the city, named Yoshiko Matsushima.

Her hair was gray-black, the complete opposite of Hoshimiya Shio's.

Her bangs partially covered her right eye, and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick.

She was wearing a tube top and a gray-black coat, with her shoulders, arms, and lower abdomen bare, and bamboo and cherry blossom tattoos clearly visible on her back.

The tattoo was clearly the work of a master; with the slightest movement of Matsushima's shoulder, the bamboo and flowers seemed to sway in the wind.

Her weathered face, marked with scars, tells the story of the hardships she endured to achieve this position.

He held a lit cigarette between two fingers, leaning back in the leather seat, his eyes seemingly lazy, but actually revealing a fierce glint.

"Principal Kato, what brings you here?" Yoshiko Matsushima crossed her legs, took a deep drag on her cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Matsushima-neechan, please don't joke with me," Kato said respectfully. "I brought you some good 'goods,' would you like to take a look?"

Kato pointed at Akita-sensei, who was being held by two bodyguards.

"Hmph~~~ This little maid is not bad."

Matsushima stood up, walked over to Akita, bent down, and held Akita's chin in his hand, carefully examining him.

"She's good-looking, you could say she's top-tier." Matsushima took a deep drag of his cigarette and then blew the smoke into Akita's face.

Akita coughed violently a few times, then glared fiercely at Matsushima with the look of a chaste and unyielding woman who would rather die than submit.

"Wow, quite the temper. He's a good prospect. Kato, where did you get him?"

“She’s a teacher at our school. She borrowed money from me and couldn’t pay it back, so I brought her here to exchange for some money.”

"Look at her, she seems quite well-behaved, not like the kind of frivolous woman who's only after money. Kato, don't bring any more decent women in here. I don't want to deal with those filthy cops anymore."

Upon hearing these words, Akita began to struggle desperately.

I should also be considered a "respectable woman" in her eyes.

This is the last chance to escape from here.

But her mouth was firmly covered by the bodyguard, and she could only make muffled noises.

"Don't worry, they're all long-time customers, I would never do anything reckless."

Kato took out her phone and showed Matsushima the loan transaction records between them.

He altered all the loan documents, deleting and modifying the information to portray Akita as the kind of frivolous woman who swindles money and then spends lavishly at nightclubs.

Matsushima flipped through the pages, nodding repeatedly.

Since she was the kind of gold digger who borrowed money and never paid it back, it was only natural that she was sold here to repay her debts.

"Is it brand new or secondhand?"

"It should be brand new and has never been used."

"How are you feeling? Do you have any infectious diseases?"

"No, no, I'm perfectly healthy."

"Beautiful, fiery, healthy, and still a virgin—she's a once-in-a-century find!" Matsuda said with a smile, returning to his seat and pulling open a drawer under his desk.

Inside the drawer was a finely crafted silver revolver, weighed down by bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills.

The grip and gun body have been painted with bamboo and cherry blossoms, just like the one on Matsushima's back.

She first placed the gun on the table, then counted the bundles of banknotes and paid Kato.

Upon seeing the gun, Kato's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Akita froze, not daring to struggle any further.

Matsushima took out stacks of money from the cabinet.

"This 2000 million is all yours."

"Thank you, thank you, Sister Matsushima." Principal Kato bowed repeatedly.

Matsushima pointed at the two bodyguards: "You two, put this little maid on the stage and do it the old way."

"Yes, Boss Matsushima."

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(Time goes back to the present)

"Hey, Shiro!" Jackie rushed over. "Where's Akita-sensei?"

"I don't know," Shirakawa replied, looking equally bewildered.

Maki was also taken aback. Her former homeroom teacher, who was strict but actually very gentle, was now being used as a prize in this underground club.

The host continued, "This woman is still a virgin, in excellent health, and has not undergone any training; she's a complete 'blank slate.' Let's see who the first lucky person to possess her will be!"

"Oh oh oh!" The audience below the stage were eager to try their luck, wishing they could quickly go on stage, show off their skills, and take this delicate maid home.

Akita's mouth was stuffed with a white cloth, and his hands and feet were tightly bound with thick hemp rope, leaving him with no chance of escape.

Below the stage was a group of masked men, like a zombie apocalypse, surrounding the stage.

It seemed as if they were always trying to devour Akita completely.

Akita knew he was completely finished.

If I hadn't gone out with the principal today, if I had been more careful...

But what's done is done, and regret won't change anything.

The thought of her loving father lying in a hospital bed waiting for her brought tears streaming down her face.

Her last hope was to "serve" that "master" well, so that he would take pity on her and help pay for her medical expenses.

Akita's tears only excited the audience, who even started forming teams to compete and discuss how to share their victory with her.

These men all enjoy training innocent, pure, and delicate young girls into their own exclusive playthings.

Seeing this scene, Akita's heart sank.

These men are only after my body... It's a pipe dream to expect them to help me.

Akita felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair, and lowered his head, letting these filthy and despicable men decide his fate.

"What do we do now? Should we leave or..." Miike nudged Shirakawa beside him.

From a rational point of view, not rescuing Akita was the right thing to do, partly because of the risk of exposure.

On the one hand, even if Akita-sensei leaves, it will not actually affect Shirakawa's life at all; at most, he will just have a different homeroom teacher.

Of course, humans are not rational.

As a pure love warrior (?), how could Shirakawa bear to see Akita fall into depravity by these spoiled brats and high-ranking officials?

Now that we've already traveled to the world of erotica, how can we still be hesitant and timid?

"What else can we do but go save her?" Shirakawa said. "If you don't want to go..."

"What are you talking about?" Jackie patted Shirakawa on the shoulder. "This is so much fun, include me in the fun."

"Akita... Although we have a history, I'm a former police officer, I can't just stand by and watch her die." Miike and Shirakawa decided to work together to rescue Akita.

"I'll help too."

Suddenly, a young female voice, different from the two present, came to Shirakawa's ears.

Who is it?

Shirakawa looked around, but couldn't see her anywhere.

148. Will we win?

Shirakawa looked around, searching for the woman who had spoken.

"Hey, Xiaobai, hurry up and sign up!" Jieqi waved her hand and beckoned Baichuan over. She and Sanchi had already walked to the registration area below the stage.

Jackie and Miike are only the girls brought by Shirakawa; this event can only be registered by guests with invitations.

"Okay." Shirakawa jogged all the way to the registration area.

The staff member at the registration desk was a thin man.

"Um, I want to sign up for that BDSM competition."

"Cash or card?" the man asked without looking up as he sorted through the receipts.

"What? You want money for this?"

The staff member then looked up at Shirakawa and said, "Oh, so you're a new guest. I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier. The registration fee for this event is 200 million yen per person. You can participate even if you don't register, but you can only go on stage and 'tame' that woman. You won't be eligible to win any prizes." The staff member pointed to the promiscuous woman on stage.

"Hey, why didn't you say something like this beforehand?" Jackie said, dissatisfied.