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

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After she closed the door, Shirakawa began to explain.

"These were all given to me by Yayoi Akiyama's father to keep me quiet."

"Yayoi Akiyama? Hush money? You didn't blackmail him about Akiyama, did you?"

Miike's sense of justice prevents Shirakawa from using such threatening methods to obtain money.

Shirakawa knew that Miike was stubborn, so he continued to explain to her.

"Sakura almost took that strange drug, and this is compensation they should give us. Besides, you're not a police officer now..."

“Yes, I am. I’m just on leave at home,” Miike argued.

"But your reinstatement is a long way off; no matter how you round it up, you're no longer a job," Shirakawa reminded him.

After hearing Shirakawa's retort, Miike Naeko's face turned red, and she didn't say anything more.

After staying there for a few days, Naeko Miike's sense of justice was subtly changing. She gradually became more dependent on Shirakawa and stood on his side.

Things that originally crossed her bottom line were slightly compromised because it was Shirakawa who did the work.

Shirakawa rummaged through the suitcase.

Perhaps because they are all 10,000 yen bills, 10 million yen is much less than expected.

Finally, he found the envelope in the corner of his suitcase.

This should be the invitation from the Nagasaki Club.

Shirakawa quickly opened the envelope. Inside was a small instruction manual with precautions written on it, and a completely black magnetic card.

The instruction manual states:

Guests holding this invitation may bring up to two female slaves into the Nagasaki venue.

To protect guest privacy, guests are requested to wear masks or other props that can cover most of their face upon entry.

If the female slave is for personal use, please wear a collar. If she does not wear a collar, she will be considered for public use and may be exchanged for another female slave.

This invitation grants you the right to participate in competitions and other events within the venue. All drinks and services are complimentary.

This invitation is valid until the early morning of Tuesday or Wednesday this week, for a total of two days. The Nagasaki Club is only open from 8 pm to 8 am. We appreciate your understanding.

This invitation letter can upgrade you to permanent VIP status. To apply, please bring your identity information and proof of assets. Late applications will not be accepted.

As expected, this Nagasaki clubhouse is not a good place.

"What are you looking at?" Miike asked, leaning closer.

"An invitation from the Nagasaki Club." Shirakawa handed the invitation to Miike.

The righteous Michi browsed through the pages, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he slammed his fist on the table.

It's disgusting that in broad daylight, women and girls are treated like slaves.

We must find a way to destroy this den!

Shirakawa definitely couldn't go in alone. He didn't understand Japanese law very well, and he didn't know which aspects were important and which weren't, whether it was evidence or something else.

We need to bring three ponds of seedlings.

Of course, there's also Jieqi, whom I made a promise to.

Two nuns, just right.

"Tomorrow night, you and I will go to the Nagasaki Club together."

"Huh???" Miike Naeko exclaimed in surprise, putting down the invitation.

This means that she is to become Shirakawa's female slave?

From a righteous police officer to an ordinary person, and then to a female slave, the huge change in her identity left her somewhat bewildered.

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed? I can find someone else..."

“Yes, yes, of course.” Miike nodded repeatedly.

Miike only felt somewhat shy and ashamed because of this identity; it didn't mean she didn't want to destroy this den of iniquity with her own hands.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything out of line," Shirakawa explained. "After all, we have two days. Tomorrow night is just for reconnaissance to find out what's going on inside, and we'll figure out how to deal with them the day after tomorrow."

After listening, Miike nodded, also feeling that his worries were unnecessary.

I've spent two nights with Shirakawa already. Being his slave is nothing more than pretending, it's not a big deal...

But if Shirakawa really did it with him in front of so many people at the club...

Well.....

Maybe it's pretty good.

Just imagining that scene made Michi's thighs rub together slightly, and juices began to seep out.

No, no, how could I think that? That happened in public, in front of other people!!!

Stop overthinking.

"Why is your homeroom teacher, Ms. Akita, dressed as a maid in your house?"

Michi asked the question, which was actually a way to divert his attention.

"The recording of the conversation also mentioned that someone in Ms. Akita's family was sick and needed money, so I helped her out, otherwise she might have been sold to a club by the principal..."

"So you let her come to your house?"

"Yes, clean up the house, and then pay her for her work."

"Isn't there anything else?" Miike pressed.

"No, no, it was just simple cleaning."

Miike Naeko felt a strange emotional fluctuation within her.

If Shirakawa is with people his own age, Miike Naeko doesn't feel jealous at all. Young people enjoy their youth, and it's perfectly normal for Shirakawa to do those kinds of things with his peers.

I'm already a working adult in my twenties, I don't envy these fifteen or sixteen-year-old "kids".

But since both Miike and the teacher are working professionals, there's an inexplicable sense of competition among their peers.

But what if the teacher and Shirakawa are together?

Is there still a place for me in this house?

To put it bluntly, he wasn't a policeman anymore and couldn't help Shirakawa.

This teacher can act as a maid, do housework, and tutor Shirakawa; she's definitely much better than me.

Miike Naoko felt like she had been abandoned.

"Really, don't worry, it's just cleaning," Shirakawa reassured him.

"Ok."

I was definitely overthinking it. It's impossible for every woman to like Shirakawa.

I'll go back to the master bedroom and watch some movies to amuse myself; I was just getting into it.

Miike returned to his room.

Shirakawa didn't know anything about this Miike either. She felt fine "exchanging ideas" with Sakura, but she suddenly got a little excited when this teacher came.

Women's hearts are truly hard to understand.

However, having learned from his experience of saving Nikaido and the Mido sisters, Shirakawa had decided to use the same coercive methods employed by "Blonde" to save Akita.

Once the principal was dealt with and Akita's father recovered and was discharged from the hospital, the free Akita felt only relief, having finally escaped the clutches of "Yellow Hair" Shirakawa. He felt only fear and hatred towards Shirakawa, and no other feelings towards him.

That's fine too. Shirakawa is already overwhelmed with his love life, so he can't add the teacher to the mix.

However, his good intentions only earned him the teacher's hatred.

Thinking about it, it always feels like it's not worth it.

Well, what can I do? I am Shirakawa, the kind-hearted warrior of pure love.

129. Maid Service

Akita was lying on the ground, his buttocks slightly raised, wiping the stains on the floor with a wet towel.

Instead of using brooms and vacuum cleaners, they used this most primitive method.

This is the rule of maid cafes: working is secondary; the main thing is to arouse the customers' desires like this.

Akita-sensei felt a mix of emotions.

Although she came under threat from Shirakawa, he promised to pay her.

Akita needed money, and it was more comfortable to work at his students' homes than to work for fat otaku and middle-aged men and be stared at by their lecherous eyes.

But he was his student!

Click.

Shirakawa pushed open the door, interrupting Akita's thoughts.