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

Shirakawa understood why the Mido sisters left after opening the door.

Children rarely intervene in conflicts and arguments between adults, especially when adults are drunk, as they tend to be unreasonable and disruptive.

Shirakawa lost interest in watching TV. He turned it off, tossed the remote onto the coffee table, put on his shoes, and returned to Mito's house once more.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong!

They kept banging on the door.

"Who is it?!" The middle-aged man's voice rose several decibels, sounding extremely angry.

The door is opened.

"Hello, Mito Maki and I have some exercises we need to discuss."

"Sorry, she hasn't come home yet," the middle-aged man said, and before Bai Chuan could reply, he was about to close the door.

"Wait!" Shirakawa grabbed the edge of the door with his right hand, trying to stop them.

But drunk men are quite strong.

Shirakawa's right hand was caught by the door.

His fingers were firmly clamped between the door frame and the door.

"Ugh!"

Shirakawa cried out in pain.

Whether it was a surge of adrenaline or a rush of blood to his head, Shirakawa ignored the pain and used his other hand to pull the door open forcefully.

"I said, wait a minute!" Shirakawa shouted angrily.

Shirakawa's right hand trembled incessantly from the pain. The long scar on his palm from the school had scabbed over, and two more bluish grinding marks appeared on his four fingers.

The middle-aged man was clearly stunned by Shirakawa's voice and stood there dumbfounded.

"Ha~ Hoo~" Shirakawa took a deep breath.

"Maki asked me to come to her house to wait for her. I'm sorry, Uncle and Aunt, I'm disturbing you."

Shirakawa bowed, changed his shoes, and walked into the living room of Mito's house.

The living room was a complete mess. The cups on the coffee table were overturned, water was spilled all over the floor, and shards of clear glass were scattered everywhere, leaving no room to even step.

"I'm going to sleep." Seeing that there were strangers there, the middle-aged man didn't want to cause trouble, so he blurted out this sentence after a while and went into the bedroom to sleep.

"I, I'll take care of it. You're Maki's classmate, right? Please sit on the sofa and wait for a bit."

With tears streaming down her face, Mitsukana stood up and quickly grabbed a broom and rag to clean up.

Shirakawa tiptoed over the shards of glass on the ground and sat down on the sofa.

14. Mido Kana

Shirakawa sat on the sofa. After sweeping the floor, Mitsu Kana realized that her clothes were disheveled and not very appropriate, so she went to the inner room to change her clothes.

Midori Kana changed into an adorable bear pajama set, which was quite form-fitting. Due to her voluptuous figure, the bear pattern on the chest was stretched out of shape. Although she is already a mother of two girls, her appearance and temperament are in no way inferior to those carefully dressed college students.

"Is this the world of eroge?" Shirakawa couldn't help but exclaim.

Midori Kana filled a cup with hot water and handed it to Shirakawa.

Shirakawa accepted the glass, said thank you, raised it with one hand, and took a sip.

His long-suffering right hand was still trembling uncontrollably, and the wound had turned from blue to purple.

"I'll go get the ice pack!" Midori Kana stood up.

For injuries like this, you should apply an ice pack to reduce swelling.

"what!"

Kana suddenly stepped back and plopped down on the sofa. She gently lifted her foot, revealing a small cut on the sole of her foot. It seemed that the glass shards hadn't been swept away properly and had accidentally pierced her.

Her jade-like feet were slightly broad, and her soft, tender skin was fair with a rosy hue.

The light was dim, and the fragment was transparent. Kana touched her wound up and down, searching around, but couldn't find the fragment.

"Auntie, please sit down first."

Shirakawa took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on Kana's delicate feet.

"Hold your phone, take a picture for me."

Shirakawa leaned closer, bent down, and used his injured forearm to hold Midori Kana's ankle, while his other hand began to gently stroke the area around Midori Kana's wound.

Midori Kana held up her phone with one hand and saw Shirakawa looking very serious, and felt quite guilty.

"No need, no need, I can do it myself."

It was clearly his daughter's classmate's first time visiting their home, and not only did he witness this disgraceful behavior, but he also injured his hand.

I felt both grateful and guilty.

"Don't speak, let me find it first. If we leave it unattended, it will easily get deeper and deeper."

Shirakawa said, staring intently at Midori Kana's small feet, searching for the shards of glass.

"Yes, a little lower."

"Okay." Shirakawa began to gently massage and knead Midori Kana's small feet.

"Ouch~~ Ouch~~ That hurts, right here."

Shirakawa touched some kind of tiny, pointed protrusion.

"Bear with it, Aunt Meidu."

Shirakawa squeezed hard and pulled forcefully.

"what!!"

Midori Kana couldn't control her voice and shouted it out.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep; it only bled a little.

"You should put on some shoes."

(In neon, you have to take off your shoes indoors)

"Okay! I'll go find an ice pack." With that, Midori Kana put on her slippers and went into the kitchen to rummage around.

A moment of solitude.

Shirakawa observed his hands, which were covered in wounds and looked terrible. Old wounds had not yet healed, and new ones had been added.

The system doesn't seem to have given any task rewards that provide "attributes" so far.

Stats like Strength, Agility, and Intelligence.

At most, they'll provide some food, medicine, housing, school enrollment, and other external things.

Logically speaking, a transmigrator like him should be an invincible, domineering figure who can kill indiscriminately.

The difference is huge...

The blond-haired guys who appear later are no ordinary people either; they're delinquents and hypnotists, and he, an ordinary person, really can't handle them.

When he saved Nikaido, he was lucky; otherwise, he would have been stabbed and hospitalized long ago.

In short, Shirakawa now needs to improve his combat strength.

The method for ordinary people to improve their combat power is very simple.

I need to go to the gym and lift some weights.

"Awaited."

Midori Kana came out of the kitchen and gently applied an ice pack to Shirakawa's hands.

It feels very comfortable and has relieved a lot of the pain.

After finishing her treatment, Midori Kana sat obediently on the other side of the sofa.

Shirakawa felt the entire sofa tilt slightly to that side.

"I'll call Maki and Sakura now and tell them to come back right away."

"No need, no rush, waiting a little while is fine..."

"Uh-huh."

The atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

One was my daughter's classmate, and the other was the pretty aunt next door.

The generation gap in age and identity is not so easy to bridge.

Shirakawa searched his mind for topics to discuss.

How to quickly get closer to a beautiful woman with two daughters.

It wasn't because Shirakawa had feelings for Kana.