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

Secia sent a message from the app adding: "The reward this time is a mystery, I won't tell you yet, I hope you have fun!"

Just as Shirakawa was about to ask her what was going on, the app automatically closed.

So make a fool of yourself.

Shirakawa set his phone alarm for 7 a.m., planning to go to work at the ramen shop in Nikaido early the next day.

Kara, the gate was opened.

Is Maki here again?

Shirakawa glanced at the time; it was just past 11 a.m., much earlier than yesterday.

Couldn't hold back any longer...?

Shirakawa continued his pretense of being asleep from the previous night, and climbed onto the blanket ahead of time.

The doorknob turned gently, and Mitsu Sakura, dressed in loose pajamas, appeared in the doorway.

Sakura lowered her head and crossed her arms gently in front of her chest, a blush rising on her face as she looked at Shirakawa, who was straddling the blankets on the bed.

There's no going back now.

Sakura gently locked the door; she didn't want anyone to spoil the night's pleasure.

Even if my sister comes, I won't open the door.

I am Shirakawa's real girlfriend, and even if I am not now, I will be in the future.

Let her listen to the sounds of me and Shirakawa merging together at the door!

Shirakawa was facing the wall with his eyes closed, unaware that Mitsu Sakura had come tonight.

Sakura took out the heart-shaped scented candle and tried to light it with the lighter that she had stolen from the cabinet from Uncle Shinichi.

Snap, snap, snap.

The lighter won't light; it seems to be out of gas...

Shirakawa listened to the strange sounds with his eyes closed, wondering what was going on.

Sakura couldn't start the fire after a long time, so she gave up and quietly walked to Shirakawa's bedside, slowly unbuttoning her shirt.

A light, thin top fell to the ground, exposing Sakura's entire upper body to the air. Her skin was fair and delicate, small yet large, with all her flesh in the right places.

Shirakawa was still wondering why it hadn't started yet after so long.

Sakura climbed onto the bed, her eyes fixed on Shirakawa's sleeping face, and, imitating her sister, pinned Shirakawa down beneath her.

A familiar, soft touch came from Shirakawa's arm.

It's Sakura!

Maki was flat-chested and couldn't even touch her own arm.

How come she suddenly attacked me at night after we just cleared up the misunderstanding? Do hentai heroines recover from emotional trauma so quickly?

Moreover, the texture is strange; it feels as if there's no fabric covering it at all...

Huh? She wasn't wearing a shirt at all?

Shirakawa lay on the bed trying to calm himself down, letting Sakura do as she pleased.

Like her sister, she'll probably leave once she's had enough fun.

Sakura noticed the sweat on Shirakawa's forehead from the gym.

For some reason, a strange feeling welled up in her heart. Those nights seemed like nectar and ambrosia, making Mito Sakura's heart itch.

She slightly extended her pink tongue and circled it around Shirakawa's forehead, flicking and hooking with the tip of her tongue, taking in all of Shirakawa's attention.

Sakura has absolutely no resistance to this kind of curry-like broth.

Especially Shirakawa's, I'd love to try it even more.

Sakura pursed her lips, savoring the taste. It was slightly bitter and salty, with the masculine scent unique to Shirakawa.

No wonder my sister always likes to sniff around Shirakawa; the scent is really quite nice.

So, what would it taste like there?

Sakura's fair, delicate hands gripped the elastic band of Shirakawa's shorts, trying to pull them down.

That's absolutely unacceptable.

Shirakawa quickly protected it, thus preventing the "sharpest sword from being forged through tempering."

"Hey, Shirakawa-nii, you're still awake?" Sakura was startled and stopped what she was doing.

Shirakawa chuckled awkwardly, "Ah, yeah, I'm not asleep yet."

Now that things have come to this, he no longer tries to hide it.

"So, Shirakawa-nii, do you like Sakura or not?"

"I'd say I like him..." Shirakawa stammered, unsure how to answer for a moment.

“Sakura also likes Shirakawa-nii. If we both like each other, let’s do it here with Sakura.” Sakura’s eyes were hazy, and her expression revealed an intense longing.

As long as he stays here, Shirakawa-nii can be with Sakura forever; kind-hearted Shirakawa-nii will never abandon her.

Sakura only had to think about it before her body was already ready to accept everything from Shirakawa-nii.

"First of all, we need to get Shirakawa-san more energetic."

Sakura's body slowly lowered, and the warm breath exhaled from her cherry lips brushed against Shirakawa's waistband.

The little hand slowly slid down, wrestling with Shirakawa's hand.

No, how did she learn to do this on her own initiative without any instruction?

It means to read the bite separately.

Shirakawa's only experience was that one afternoon with Nikaido.

"Um, Sakura. Is it a bit inappropriate to do this on our first time?"

“There’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve seen it done like that in movies,” Sakura said, raising her head with her rosy cheeks facing Shirakawa as if she wanted to devour him. “Actually, I also want to taste Shirakawa-nii.”

"Could it be that Shirakawa-nii's is too small? It's okay, the all-knowing and all-powerful Sakura-sama won't mind." Sakura suddenly exerted a lot of force, pulling on Shirakawa's pants.

"Wait, Sakura, calm down, I don't think this will work."

"Huh? Why?"

"No, we're not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, so we shouldn't be doing this kind of thing, right?" Shirakawa explained, while reaching out his other hand to protect his pants.

"Well, but I think I could accept it if my first love was Shirakawa-nii."

This conversation seems a bit nonsensical.

Sakura actually just wanted to quickly make things irreversible, to make Shirakawa so spoiled that he couldn't live without her. That way, Shirakawa would have no choice but to come to her every day with tears in his eyes, kneeling down and begging her to help him deal with his lust, and in return, agree to all her conditions.

Sakura is very confident in her looks and figure. She is a very popular hot girl at Sakura High School. Shirakawa-san could not possibly resist her temptation!

“Um, Sakura, I think you should cherish your first time,” Shirakawa gently lifted Sakura’s face and raised her head. “I feel sorry that I can’t be with you for some reason. I’m sorry I can’t do it with you at this time.”

Bai's reason told him that he couldn't do that.

Sakura looked at Shirakawa, whose eyes were filled with determination, and then looked at her own body.

Hmm, is it because I didn't light the incense and didn't wear the new bra I bought today?

Sakura thought about it and agreed. She wanted to cherish her first time, so she decided to wait until tomorrow night, when everything was ready.

I'll also ask other friends at school for tips on positions and positions, since that incense can last all day. I'll try different things to make Shirakawa completely obsessed with me.

Sakura laughed foolishly, making Shirakawa feel uneasy. Could it be that he had turned on some wrong "switch" again?

"Alright then, we won't do it this time." Sakura lay down next to Shirakawa. "But my body has become strange because of you, Shirakawa-nii, so you have to take responsibility."

Sakura hasn't fully enjoyed herself since last night and today's interaction in the locker room.

"How do you want me to take responsibility?"

"At the very least, you have to let me argue once."

Can I refuse?

"If you dare refuse, I'll lie here naked until Mom comes in, and I'll send her a picture of the Nikaido Bear bra, so you can't..."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Shirakawa looked at Sakura lying down in front of him.

Time to get started...

87. Work has begun.

In the quiet night, the bright moon hangs high in the dark sky, and moonlight shines in through the window.

Shirakawa knelt to the side, while Sakura, as if in a huff, lay down on the small single bed, wearing loose, fluffy pajama pants, and waited quietly.

"Sakura-sama, are you sure you want to do this?"

“Mmm,” Mitsu Sakura nodded, her face flushed, gritting her teeth.