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

Shirakawa covered his mouth and lowered his head.

This reminded him of the time he kissed Nikaido.

Seeing Shirakawa's expression, Jieqi stopped teasing him and sat back down in her seat.

"So, what's your relationship with that delinquent leader of Sakura High School?"

"Just friends."

"Just ordinary friends? I don't think so. To jump from the third floor like that, to fight a knife-wielding thug for her... I bet you wouldn't..."

Shirakawa was startled. Could this person have guessed his identity?

"You wouldn't happen to be Misaki Nikaido's biggest simp, would you?"

Whew~ Shirakawa let out a long sigh of relief.

"We're really just close friends."

"I understand~ I understand, so how far have you two progressed?"

"Mmm, let's kiss...."

"A kiss?!" Jackie exclaimed excitedly, suddenly standing up from her seat. "Is this something you can do with your best friend?"

"Oh, it might be the suspension bridge effect, after all, so many strange things are happening."

"So you're a scumbag who doesn't take responsibility after the fact?"

"No, how could that be?"

"Whatever you say." Jackie was starting to get speechless. "You're just a simp, and then you get kissed by the goddess. Nikaido probably likes you too. Instead of making a move, you're just thinking about this and that. Is this what they call Japanese restraint?"

"All you do is talk about neon lights, aren't you from Japan?"

"I'm mixed race, just here as an exchange student. Look at my hair, look at my clothes, what Japanese person dresses like that?"

That makes sense. Shirakawa was indeed a bit prejudiced, since there's no concept of mixed-race exchange students in eroge games.

"Even if you're not from Japan, the atmosphere was right then, you know what atmosphere is?" Shirakawa retorted vehemently. "You have to take things one step at a time. This isn't like where you're from, where you can just have sex after a date."

"Huh?" Jackie's face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anxiety, it was hard to tell. "So you can't argue with me, so you start bringing up my status, huh? You scumbag, kimo kimo~"

"I already said it's all about the atmosphere."

"So you're a scumbag who'll do anything when the mood strikes!"

"no!"

"So you like Misaki Nikaido, don't you!?"

"It's not exactly liking!"

"Tch! Still being stubborn."

Suddenly, Jackie got onto the bed, straddled Shirakawa, and leaned forward.

"Look at me." Jackie gently lifted Shirakawa's chin with her hand. "The atmosphere between us has reached this point, are you going to kiss me?"

"No." Shirakawa looked at Jackie, a little shy, but refused.

“See, that’s the problem.” Jackie sat up, preparing to get out of bed. “Don’t use the atmosphere as an excuse.”

"Maybe the atmosphere wasn't right. We were just arguing, and then you suddenly did this..."

"Hey, Shirakawa, I brought you bread!" Misaki Nikaido opened the door to the infirmary with great joy.

Then she became unhappy.

A blonde, green-streaked foreign woman is straddling Shirakawa.

Paji.

The red bean bread in her hand fell to the ground.

"Hey Nikaido, let me explain first..."

"Baka! Hentai! Shirakawa! Bastard!" Nikaido slammed the door shut and ran away, covering his face.

"Hey, Nikaido!" Shirakawa tried to move his body, but the wound on his arm started to hurt.

Jackie was still on top of him.

"Look, look, Nikaido wasn't angry just now, she was disappointed. This shows that she really likes you."

"Things have gotten this far, you'd better come with me to chase after them."

“No need, no need,” Jackie laughed. “She’ll be back in no time.”

"How did you know?"

“She’s the leader of Sakura High School. She’ll definitely come back once she’s sober. She can’t just leave the two of us alone in a room, can she?”

"How do you know so much about this?"

"Don't worry about that. Trust me, just wait patiently, and I'll explain everything to you later."

---

Misaki Nikaido ran to the classroom.

I finally calmed down.

Wait a minute, why would I run?

Shirakawa is clearly my little brother, but I'm Shirakawa's boss.

I should be the one questioning them!

I'm a delinquent. I skip classes and lead my gang into fights. And now I'm not afraid of an exchange student?

Yes, I'll go back and ask them clearly.

Misaki Nikaido began to turn back.

On the way, in the middle of the corridor, a strange fat otaku appeared out of nowhere.

He wore thick glasses, was short, a bit slovenly, and clutched a strange pocket watch in his hand, chuckling to himself.

A little disgusting.

Nikaido sped past him, not wanting to get involved with him.

"Miss, please wait a moment!"

"What!" Nikaido stopped in his tracks. He didn't really want to talk to him, but out of politeness, he still had to reply.

"Miss, please take a look at this." The fat man suddenly loosened his grip on the pocket watch, which swayed in a hypnotic manner.

“Boring, I still have…” Nikaido hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly stared blankly at his pocket watch, standing there like a soulless puppet.

"Look at it, relax your body, relax your body."

The deep voice echoed in Nikaido's ears, as if infecting her consciousness, and her arms naturally fell to her sides.

Seeing that the hypnosis was successful, the fat guy couldn't stop smiling with excitement.

"Now say it with me: An Shihongzhi is the person I love the most."

An Shihongzhi is undoubtedly the name of that fat otaku.

"Shirakawa Akira is the person I love most," Nikaido Misaki said naively.

"Is Shirakawa Akira that little brat?" Anshi Hiroshi began to feel displeased.

They had captured such a beautiful girl, successfully initiated hypnosis, and were just one step away from triggering the curse, so how could this be the result?

An Shihongzhi could not accept it.

Let's get straight to the point!

“You belong to An Shihongzhi.”

"Shirakawa Akira belongs to me."

Is this watch broken?

So, who exactly is Shirakawa Akira?

An Shihongzhi had never hated a person so much, even if he only knew that name.

Let's put it another way.

“I want to do…” An Shihongzhi still couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.