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Of course, this doesn't mean that people in Western culture don't understand things like corruption. After all, Shirakawa has played around with some European and American eroge, which is pretty much the same as many Japanese eroge, except that Jackie hasn't been exposed to them.
“There’s also the possibility of threatening her to do other things she doesn’t want to do,” Shirakawa added.
“Wouldn’t that still require calling the police?” Jackie replied. “If everyone cares, you’ll be too busy to handle it all.”
Jackie still doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation.
Shirakawa has experienced all the storylines in this eroge game, including those involving Okada and Yayoi, and the Nikaido and Mido sisters.
He didn't know the rest, but in the storylines he had played, these blond-haired guys were quite despicable. Not only did they take advantage of women, but they also used their bodies to make money.
It destroyed their rationality, their thinking, and even their entire lives.
This is something that both gods and men would find outrageous.
Shirakawa came into this world wanting to save them.
Of course, it's also partly due to the influence of past experiences.
"I don't care about everyone, I just want the people around me to be safe and happy," Shirakawa explained.
"So you're the 'Ladies' man'?"
"what is that?"
"The literal meaning is 'women's man,' describing a man who likes to hang out with women and a man who thinks he's popular with women," Jackie explained.
"If that's what you mean, I don't object..."
Shirakawa felt that this description was quite accurate, since he hadn't made a single male friend since arriving here.
"Ah, I didn't realize you were so empty inside. No wonder you don't have many friends." Jackie pursed her lips, deep in thought.
"Hey, Xiaobai, how about you be my boyfriend?"
what?
What's the deal with this sudden confession?
"Jackie, I just said, I'm a man who's slept with two girls!"
"Yeah, so what's wrong?"
"And as you know, Nikaido also likes me..."
“That’s right,” Jackie replied dismissively.
"Then why did you still choose me as your boyfriend?"
"Isn't that how everyone does it? Dating a few people, going out for meals and dates, even being silly, and then picking the one you like the most to confirm a romantic relationship, right?" In Jackie's mind, these so-called embarrassing things are nothing.
Moreover, Jackie is confident in herself and believes she won't lose to Nikaido or other girls.
"I'm sorry, I can't accept that at the moment."
"Don't tell me you already have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Since you don't have a girlfriend, we could try dating, have meals together, watch movies together, and then..."
"No," Shirakawa quickly interrupted Jackie, who kept repeating that word, and people around them started glancing in their direction.
"Since you're so open-minded, how come you haven't even done it once...?"
"I haven't met the right person, and my mother's generation believed in some kind of religion, so she was particularly concerned about that kind of thing and always forbade me from dating boys. It was only after I came to Japan that things became more relaxed."
“Look!” Jackie pointed to the exquisite cross on her chest. “This is a keepsake passed down from my family. They say it can protect me and keep me from demonic interference.”
Shirakawa observed carefully and realized that the cross, while exquisite, did indeed exude a sense of holiness.
"So, have you thought it over? Do you want to give it a try with me?" Jackie brushed her hair behind her ear, revealing her ear full of earrings. Her blue-green eyes looked at Shirakawa with a smile, full of anticipation.
"Right..."
"Hey Kato-kun, it's been a long time!"
A middle-aged man, also dressed in a suit, walked up to the table behind Shirakawa, carrying a bag of drinks.
The loudest voices interrupted Shirakawa's speech.
They seem to have a very good relationship.
"Hey, Shimizu-kun," Kato said with a smile, "How's work at the police department going lately?"
104. Depart for Nagasaki Clubhouse
"Ugh, don't even mention it. That Akiyama Yayoi from your school has really given me a lot of trouble! I had to pull a lot of strings from top to bottom to get things sorted out for her." Shimizu sat down and glanced at the leftover food on the table. "You wouldn't expect me to eat this, would you?"
"No, no, waiter, please take our order again," Kato said.
All the remaining food on the table was removed, and the table was wiped shiny, leaving no trace of having been eaten.
"Did you just treat one of your junior teachers to dinner again?" Shimizu Ken joked.
"Yes, this young teacher has been pursuing me for a while now, but she won't listen to either soft or hard approaches. She's really difficult to deal with."
"If you ask me, you should just give up now."
"We've invested too much in sunk costs, how can we just give up like this?"
Is this school principal a lovelorn romantic?
After listening for a while, all Shirakawa knew was that the principal had been relentlessly pursuing Akita-sensei and had even lent him money.
"You're wasting time and money every day, treating that little teacher to meals. Or how about this, you just use that little pill, one pill will solve the problem, right?"
Small pills? Could they be the eyebrow-enhancing pills that Yayoi Akiyama carries in her pocket during karaoke?
“No need.” Kato waved his hand. “You know this lousy drug. If you use too much, you’ll lose your mind and become a bunch of sluts. You can’t even sell them for a good price.”
Customer, can't get a good price?
Shirakawa secretly took out his phone to record the conversation.
"I still enjoy the feeling of a strong woman being forced to compromise and ultimately completely succumbing to me."
"Brother Kato, you're quite the refined principal." Shimizu opened the bottles of wine he had brought, poured a glass for Kato, and then poured one for himself.
"Hahaha, that's exactly the feeling I'm looking for. Her father is hospitalized all the time, and it costs money every day. When she's really desperate, won't it be easy to get her? Wouldn't it be great to see her looking disgusted but still swaying her hips?"
"It was really great, but after you get her, you're not really going to spend money to treat her father, are you?"
"No way! My money doesn't grow on trees. Once I've trained her properly, I'll send her to the Nagasaki club to make money for me!"
That's when their true colors were revealed.
Shirakawa eavesdropped nearby and realized that the principal was indeed no good person.
"With so many students making money for you, aren't you still complaining that it's not enough?"
"Money is something you always want to have as much as possible!"
The two laughed heartily, clinked glasses, and drank heartily.
Have students already been ruined by Kato?
Shirakawa clenched his fists, furious, and even wanted to rush over and beat him up.
However, Shirakawa knew very well that he couldn't let his emotions control him right now.
This kind of scum must be dealt with thoroughly.
"And you?" Kato took a sip of his drink. "I heard there's a policewoman in the Metropolitan Police Department who came to our school to investigate a case last time. Have you gotten your hands on her yet?"
"Oh, you mean Miike? I've suspended her from work and she's staying home."
"What's going on? Didn't you like her a lot?" Kato asked, puzzled.
"That girl has something wrong with her head. I've been hinting at it to her, but she won't give me any chance. I can't even arrange to meet her. And this time, with the Akiyama Yayoi case, she's still clinging to Akiyama Yayoi and won't let go, which is really delaying things. So I told her to suspend her duties and go home to rest."
So that's why Miike Naeko was suspended.
For the sake of justice, she dared to defy her superiors and risk her own job. Although objectively speaking, she was quite rigid in her approach to things, Shirakawa couldn't help but admire her a bit.
Unfortunately, Miike could no longer be her protector. Having lost her police officer status, she was just an ordinary woman with slightly higher combat skills.
Moreover, Shimizu is probably the head of the Metropolitan Police Department. Judging from the conversation, he's probably not a good person either. In the event of a major incident, calling the police wouldn't be of much use.
"Suspended and sent home? When will she be reinstated?"
"There's no chance now. I'm planning to just pin some random charge on her and get her fired and sent home. With her around, no work can be done behind the scenes."
"What a pity, I really liked that outfit, I wanted to try it."
"That girl is really stubborn, ugh, don't even mention her. By the way, do you still have any of those little pills? Could you sell me some more?"
"What, isn't all that I've given you enough?"
"That's definitely not enough, I can use several at a time..."
"Don't worry, I'll send it to you once the new batch is finished."
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