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

"Shirakawa... Master Shirakawa, you're back."

Akita greeted them by kneeling, her white apron partially concealing her pink knees.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she dared not look directly at Shirakawa.

"Okay, Akita. You can continue working." Shirakawa also put on the airs of a "master".

Akita nodded and continued wiping the floor.

Shirakawa plopped down on the bed and picked up a book from the bookshelf to read.

In reality, they were thinking about how to deal with Akita.

If we just let her tidy up the room, take the money, and leave, wouldn't that be a complete waste of the evening?

I'm going to check out the Nagasaki clubs tomorrow and the day after, so I don't have much time to spend with her anymore.

I need to stick to this blond guy persona and force her to do something for me.

"Akita!"

"exist!"

"Get me some water, come and help me wash my feet."

"I'm sorry, Master, Akita can't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shirakawa pulled out a ten-thousand-yuan bill from his pocket and waved it in front of her.

"If you help me wash it, this banknote is yours."

Akita would have to work at least twice to earn that one banknote.

But I am his teacher...

Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly remembered her father, who was still bedridden.

It can only be this way.

"Yes, Master." Akita bowed and went to fetch water.

A moment later, she returned with a basin of hot water, with a towel draped over the side.

She placed the hot water on the floor and knelt down to wait.

Her two ponytails were very long, with the ends slightly touching the ground, making her look very cute.

The soft, tender bear's breasts were partially covered by the black and white maid outfit, and from Shirakawa's angle, the beautiful scenery of Akita's chest was fully visible.

It is indeed quite unique.

Akita noticed that Shirakawa was staring at her chest. She wanted to cover it up, but that's how the clothes were worn, so she had no choice but to pull the clothes up slightly to hide her embarrassment.

"What are you standing there for? Help me take off my socks. I don't need to teach you this kind of thing." Shirakawa lifted her foot, gesturing for her to help.

Akita had no choice but to comply.

Shirakawa had just finished practicing at the dojo; his socks were covered in black dust, and the air still smelled of sweat.

Akita looked disgusted, grabbed the top of Shirakawa's sock above his ankle, and pulled hard to take it off.

"Be gentle, Akita, or else..."

"I understand, Master."

Akita was reluctant, but she had no choice. She started to take off the other sock. This time she gently grabbed the sock top and slowly pulled it down, her fingernails gently rubbing against Shirakawa's toes, until it was all off.

Shirakawa's feet are quite nice, just a bit dirty.

Akita scooped up some hot water and poured it on Shirakawa's feet to help him get used to the temperature.

When Shirakawa's flesh-colored feet turned slightly red from the hot water, Akita held Shirakawa's feet and slowly pulled them into the water.

"Hiss, ahhh~~~"

Shirakawa groaned as the maid washed his feet, making him feel incredibly comfortable, both physically and mentally.

He finally understood why those blond-haired guys liked fallen girls so much; it really felt good to have them serve him against their will.

Akita carefully washed Shirakawa's fingers and toes, her slender fingers and tiny toes intertwining, caressing, and kneading.

She also gently kneaded Shirakawa's ankle, giving him a simple massage.

For the sake of that 1 yen, and also to prevent him from revealing his secret of working as a maid to others, Akita served her meticulously.

The massage was so comfortable that Shirakawa's long-accumulated fatigue and drowsiness gradually crept in, and he lazily yawned.

“Good job, Akita. I'm going to sleep now. You can go out now. Clean up the house and then you can go home.”

Shirakawa stuffed 1 yen into Akita's hand.

Akita hesitated and refused to accept it.

"What's wrong, Akita?"

"You're giving me ten thousand just for a foot bath?"

Although Akita was short of money, she wasn't greedy. She still felt bad about letting Shirakawa, a high school student, give her 1 yen directly.

"Take it, just remember to come again tomorrow."

Tomorrow...

Akita accepted the money, his feelings quite complicated.

She only came to Shirakawa's house because she was threatened by him, but he didn't force her to do anything excessively; he even gave her 1 yen for washing her feet...

Is he trying to help me?

Perhaps Shirakawa wasn't as bad as Midori Sakura said.

Akita's expression softened, showing less fear and unease than when he was threatened. He got up and left, helping to close Shirakawa's door behind him.

Shirakawa also fell asleep immediately.

Officer Miike should be sleeping in another room.

The last time we met was when she came to the school to give a lecture and asked Shirakawa about the sports warehouse.

How did she end up at the Shirakawa residence?

On his first day at school, Shirakawa clashed with Okada-sensei and became very close to Nikaido and Sakura.

They're even paying a lot of money to hire me to work in their home.

After calming down, Akita felt that something was wrong, and that Shirakawa was hiding many secrets.

Why don't we go ask Miike Naoko?

Akita had just walked up to Miike and was about to knock on the door when he heard a coquettish voice coming from inside.

"Ah, ahh, hiss~~ Ah, Shirakawa, there are so many people here, don't... use force."

Judging from the sound, Miike was clearly doing something enjoyable.

However, Akita, who was outside the door, was dumbfounded.

Huh? No way?

Officer Miike also...

what is happening?

Akita couldn't understand it.

Let's hurry up and clean up Shirakawa's house and get out of here.

Akita quickly left the master bedroom and looked around; it seemed there was nowhere that needed cleaning.

Wait, why is there an open silver briefcase on the table?

Close it and put it away.

Akita only realized upon closer inspection that the suitcase was filled with a layer of 10,000 yen bills, with Chenghuang High School uniforms placed next to it.

Ignoring the school uniform for now, the main thing is the money in the suitcase.

With this money, not only can we pay off the debt to the principal, but we can also surely cure my father's illness.

Or, how about we secretly "borrow" a little?

But I'm a teacher, how can I steal things?

What's more, he stole his own students' things.

and many more.

Shirakawa is fast asleep, while Miike is doing something fun.

Now, even if I secretly take a few bills, no one will notice.

Akita was facing the silver briefcase, feeling conflicted.

Should we take it or not?

never mind!