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

It's Midori Maki.

The doorknob was turned, and the door opened a small crack.

Shirakawa practically lunged forward and slammed the door shut.

"Wait a minute, I... I'm getting dressed. Why don't you go back first, and I'll get dressed and go home by myself?"

"I also need to get some medicine for the teacher."

"What medicine do you need? I'll get it for you."

"They are prescription drugs, locked in a cabinet."

"Okay, okay, wait for me a moment."

It's been mailed.

Shirakawa leaned against the door, looking at the naked Nikaido and the messy bed in the room, feeling extremely panicked.

First, straighten your clothes, then hide Nikaido.

There are no cabinets.

The bed is very high, so hiding underneath is not practical.

What should I cover it with if I put it on the ground or in a corner?

That's not good. What if I catch a cold?

So Shirakawa took out a thick blanket and covered Nikaido completely.

They also stuffed in Nikaido's student uniform, stockings, bow ties, and other accessories.

After tidying up, Shirakawa did a quick check.

Outsiders who come here will only see a large pile of blankets on the bed, with something damp underneath.

A normal person wouldn't think that way.

Whew~ Shirakawa took a deep breath and opened the door to the infirmary.

Midori Maki wore the disciplinary committee armband, still sporting her signature long, neat hair, aloof demeanor, and alluring long legs in black stockings.

However, Shirakawa is already in sage mode.

"What's that smell?" Mito Maki smelled a strange odor in the air, with a slightly fishy smell.

But it smelled so good that Maki couldn't help but secretly take a big, deep breath.

There was a wonderful feeling of blood surging.

"Um, I... I spilled the drink. Hmm," Shirakawa stammered.

He had probably gotten used to staying in this room for so long that he hadn't noticed the smell had become strange.

What a mistake!

"What's that on the bed?" Midori Maki asked, pointing to the strange bundle of blankets on the bed.

"After my arm was bandaged, I felt a bit cold, probably as a side effect of the medication, so I put on an extra blanket."

"Is that so..." Midori Maki said with a hint of doubt.

"Really, really, hurry up and get the medicine," Shirakawa replied.

Mito Maki walks toward the medicine cabinet.

The closer I got to the bed, the stronger the smell became, the less I could think, and the more excited and hot my body became.

Shirakawa was also staring at him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Maki's breathing became rapid, her eyes closed slightly, and her gaze became unfocused.

When Shirakawa saw Maki blushing, he knew something was wrong.

He remembered that Maki's fall from grace was different from Nikaido's.

If Nikaido is considered a passive, coercive, and forceful type, then Maki should be considered a semi-active type.

As the head of the disciplinary committee, he frequently confiscated other students' erotic books and also stopped many intimate behaviors between men and women.

Deep down, she also labeled these behaviors and items as wrong and forbidden.

But she is also a teenage girl, and her budding emotions cannot be stopped so easily.

Subconsciously, she also harbored a deep longing for things related to male-female love.

To put it bluntly, she's a rather lewd girl at heart, but she's been confined and suppressed for too long by her identity as a disciplinary committee member.

In the game, after confirming her relationship with Yayoi Akiyama, she was teased and manipulated, experiencing a rapid and irresistible addiction, becoming like a water heater...

This stark contrast in character design has garnered considerable popularity on gaming forums.

The trace amounts of eyebrow powder that evaporated and diffused into the air also seemed to have some effect on Maki.

In this situation, it seems that her switch is about to be activated.

"Maki-san, did you find the medicine?" Shirakawa asked, nudging Mito Maki's shoulder.

And hopefully it will help her regain her senses.

"Ah!!" Mito Maki exclaimed in surprise. "Yes, find the medicine, find the medicine."

In a panic, Mito Maki frantically rummaged through the cabinet, pulled out a few bottles of medicine and bandages, grabbed them, and rushed out the door.

If I stay any longer, I'll start to become strange.

Mito Maki slammed the door shut.

11. Regular halftime break

Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the situation hadn't gotten any worse.

Nothing else could be developed; Shirakawa's body had long been hollowed out.

To avoid attracting more people, Shirakawa quickly tidied up the house and opened the windows, using the math textbook on the table to fan out the lingering odor that had been trapped inside.

After tidying up the blankets and sheets, she found a towel and gently wiped Nikaido's voluptuous body.

From top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back.

Shirakawa was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Next, they dressed Nikaido.

Cute little bear panties.

Student short skirt.

Uniform top

All dressed.

Then, pinching her mouth shut, I fed her the purification potion.

Nikaido gulped down the entire potion.

"Hmm~ Where am I?"

After drinking the medicine, Nikaido opened his eyes, shook his head, and stretched.

It seems to have returned to normal.

Finally solved.

Shirakawa was finally able to return to his apartment and see what his new home looked like.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange under the blanket.

Two round pieces of cloth, tied in the middle with a knot, and connected by thin strings on both sides.

I think I forgot to put a bra on her.

Oh no! I made a mistake in the rush.

While Nikaido was still dazed, Shirakawa plopped down on him.

"Boss, we're in the infirmary."

"The infirmary? How...how did I get here?"

"You have a bit of a cold, so your teacher asked me to bring you here to rest."

"Is that so? I see..."

It seems that Nikaido can't remember what happened.

Shirakawa originally wanted Nikaido to try to recall why she had become the way she was.

After thinking about it, I decided not to ask. If she remembered juicing again, the situation wouldn't be something that could be easily covered up with a few words.

Misaki Nikaido's mind was a complete blank; she could only vaguely sense that something was wrong.

I'm so exhausted. I've never been this tired, not even when I'm fighting with someone.

My thigh is a bit red and swollen, and it looks very uncomfortable.