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

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Shirakawa looked at the bed sheet, which was now beyond repair. Yesterday it belonged to the older sister, and today it belonged to the younger sister. The bed sheet had been completely stained by these two perverted sisters.

It's impossible to get it clean no matter how much I wash it; I'll have to sleep smelling it from now on.

Sakura breathed in the fresh air deeply, her skin slightly flushed, feeling satisfied both physically and mentally after exercising.

Shirakawa was already at his breaking point; every second Sakura stayed there was an endless torment for him, both physically and mentally.

"Is this alright, Sakura-sama?" Shirakawa whispered in Sakura's ear.

"Mmm..." Sakura nodded, her face flushed.

She caught sight of Shirakawa's fair hands, grabbed his arm, and put them in her mouth.

"Awoo, awoo." Sakura ate it happily, as if she were a popsicle sold at a roadside stall.

Shirakawa felt as if a cute little kitten was comforting him.

No, I can't hold back any longer.

"Sakura-sama, it's really getting late..." Shirakawa said, his hand still in his mouth.

Sakura reluctantly opened her mouth, slowly got out of bed, picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on; her pajama bottoms were also soaked with sweat.

The air was filled with the strange scent of the two of them.

Shirakawa could also feel the rising steam emanating from Sakura's body.

Sakura turned around, her back to Shirakawa, and the expression on her face gradually crumbled. If she hadn't wanted to pursue the perfection of her "first time," she would definitely be acting coquettishly and seductively on that small single bed, arousing Shirakawa to get aroused and keep fighting.

Turn Shirakawa into a fool who can't live without you.

However, that initiative didn't seem like Shirakawa's personality. Shirakawa was a very gentle person, and no matter how much he was belittled or mocked, he never got angry with him.

Shirakawa-san would never do something like that.

Do we still need to use that candle...?

Sakura carefully put the scented candles she wouldn't use that night into her pocket, and silently left Shirakawa's room, overwhelmed with a sense of exhilaration that left her almost speechless.

I can't take it anymore. Tomorrow, right tomorrow, I must get Shirakawa-ge.

at all costs!

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That evening, Mitsu Maki, wearing her pajamas, tiptoed out of her room and searched around the living room, but couldn't find the key to the Shirakawa family's house.

Did Mom put the keys away?

Sakura's door was tightly closed; she was probably watching movies or TV shows inside at this hour.

Maki walked to Sakura's room door, hoping to find Sakura and ask her if she had seen the key to the Shirakawa house.

Hmm~ Isn't it too obvious? Going to get Shirakawa's key so late.

My sister might have some doubts...

Forget it, let's just let it go tonight and bear with it.

I can't go every night, can I? Even if Shirakawa doesn't find out, my body can't take it.

Maki returned to her room dejectedly, took out her school textbooks from her bag, studied for a while, and then went to sleep.

88. Miike Miaozi's aggressive charge

Michi Miko changed into that sexy police uniform.

Looking in the mirror, the top of her clothes resembled a small, half-length blue t-shirt, but the fabric only covered the upper half of her chest. Originally designed for the Southern Hemisphere, it looked incredibly awkward on her slender frame. Only the small red stone made the clothes look slightly less unattractive.

To add a touch of whimsy, the upper part of the chest features a buttoned pocket and a police badge.

Her flat, fair, and smooth abdomen was exposed to the air, along with her small navel. When she tensed up slightly, her abdominal muscles were faintly visible.

Her long legs were encased in black fishnet stockings that covered her knees, and her tight leather shorts perfectly showcased her beautiful hip curves. Even the slight swelling between her legs could be vaguely seen.

He was also wearing a small black round hat with a small metal badge on it.

Uh~~~

Miike Naeko has always been so engrossed in her work that she neglects makeup and dressing up. This is the first time she has worn such revealing and daring clothes. Although she is shy, she can't help but take another look.

She looks a bit like a model, except her chest is flat...

Having savored the experience enough, Miike Naeko was about to take off her clothes.

But a voice in her head seemed to tell her that there was no problem with continuing to wear it.

"It looks great, it suits you perfectly. This is your only police uniform. Are you really not planning to wear it to arrest criminals?"

The voice was captivating and alluring. Despite being a woman, Miike Naoko felt no strangeness towards the voice and, following its lead, stopped taking off her clothes.

Later, she had a sudden inspiration and remembered that she had something good in her closet.

The long, cylindrical object is similar to a baton, but the front end is different; it's an oval-shaped piece of leather. Miike Naoko originally bought it to massage her back, which became uncomfortable from sitting for long periods at work. Later, she learned from a colleague that it was a small whip used by couples for lovemaking.

Now, when paired with this outfit, it actually looks quite good together.

Then, she hung the silver handcuffs from the package around her waist, managing to make the sexy outfit look dashing and heroic.

She's even more beautiful than the detectives in those movies.

Miike Naeko felt the tightness of the clothes and thought that doing fun things in this outfit would definitely be twice as effective.

Coincidentally, the surveillance footage also revealed the mysterious behavior of Shirakawa and Sakura.

To do something like this right after giving a statement at the Metropolitan Police Department—this young student's private life is way too messy.

While marveling at the scene, Miike Naeko immediately got into the zone, watching the moment through the monitor while doing some enjoyable things with her hands.

Previously, her body had no sensation while watching movies, but now it reconnected with her consciousness, and her reactions gradually improved, becoming more and more comfortable.

After a long drought, there comes dew.

She wanted to make sure that her moment of excitement coincided perfectly with the moment when Shirakawa and Sakura entered the main event.

He even deliberately slowed down the frequency, and even stopped halfway through to drink a bottle of cola and rest for a while.

After the two preliminary activities ended, just when she thought the two people in front of her were about to get to the main event, her attack speed increased significantly. As she stared wide-eyed at the screen, Sakura actually put on her clothes and left.

That's it? That's all?

What kind of play is this?

Miike Naoko was dumbfounded, and her body instantly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, with her consciousness and body unable to respond.

My job has been suspended, my life is a mess, and now I can't even have simple little joys?

Looking at the surveillance footage, Shirakawa was doing sit-ups and push-ups in his bedroom!

Is there something wrong with his brain?

This time it made Miike Naoko even more uncomfortable. Her body felt as if it were suspended in mid-air, neither high nor low, wanting to get out but unable to.

The nectar in the flower's core also cools and dries up, slowly shrinking, and the babbling brook gradually dries up. No matter how the seedlings in the three ponds try to manage it, they cannot turn the tide.

Why?

On the one hand, they felt strange about their own unusual body; on the other hand...

Miike Naoko's mood plummeted.

"Do you know who's behind all of this?" the seductive voice rang out once more.

“Look at the man on the surveillance footage. It’s because of him that you’ve ended up in this state.”

Miike Naeko stared at Shirakawa doing push-ups on the monitor.

"He wantonly manipulates other people's bodies and feelings, and then acts like nothing's wrong while exercising here, putting on an act. Doesn't he seem like a criminal?"

Michiko nodded slightly.

"So, how should the criminals be treated? Should they be severely punished by the partners of justice, or should they be allowed to escape?"

"That's right, that's right, all criminals should be brought to justice, that's right, that's right."

Miike Naeko muttered to herself, grabbed her small whip, ran downstairs quickly, got in her car, and drove straight to the Shirakawa residence.

Secia sat in the grocery store, in front of her laptop, watching everything unfold with satisfaction.

The activity that Shirakawa and Sakura just did was merely a pre-dinner dessert, just enough to give Cecilia a little something to eat.

Now, this is the real show for tonight.

I hope Shirakawa is safe and sound.

?????

After Sakura left, Shirakawa looked at his index and middle fingers.

Sakura just had some extra food, but it's her own...