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

Kato had a bad feeling.

No, we need to call Akita out right away and ask her what's going on.

"Um, Akita, I'm a little short on cash lately..."

"Principal, how much do you need? I'll transfer it to you."

"No need, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to call you out to talk things over. We can discuss the money in detail when we meet. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand. So where shall we meet?"

Where are you now? I'll drive over and pick you up.

Ms. Akita told the principal about her neighborhood.

"Okay, it's not far from here, I'll be there soon, you can come downstairs now."

The principal hung up the phone, started the car, stepped on the gas, and headed straight for that neighborhood, filled with doubt.

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Ms. Akita, dressed in a maid outfit, was waiting at the entrance of the residential area, attracting the attention of many passersby.

Many men mistook her for a prostitute and tried to pick her up, and it took Akita a lot of effort to refuse them.

The number of pedestrians on the road was increasing, including some drunkards with flushed faces.

“When I get home, I still have to take care of those two nieces. To be honest, they don’t look like any of our family members at all. I don’t know which woman got them. I’ve been working for several years and I still haven’t been promoted. That woman is really bad luck.”

"Sigh, why don't you just kick them out? Don't be so concerned about saving face. Be decisive when necessary."

Several drunk men with flushed faces walked into the residential area.

Every family has its own troubles.

The principal then arrived in his black SUV, flashed his hazard lights, and stopped next to Akita.

Akita quickly opened the back door and got in, only letting out a long sigh of relief after closing the door.

The principal adjusted the rearview mirror in the car and sized up the woman sitting behind him.

She was dressed quite elegantly, with makeup on her face, colored contact lenses, and her hair in pigtails. Her overall demeanor was no different from that of those youthful underground idols. The maid outfit she wore was also very cute, a stark contrast to her previous style.

In the past, when the principal called Akita out, Akita was always dressed neatly and wearing black-rimmed glasses. It wasn't that he was indifferent, but you could tell that Akita didn't consider her a romantic interest at all.

I feel a little unhappy for some reason.

"Akita-sensei, did you just get off work?"

"Hmm." Ms. Akita's attitude towards the principal was neither warm nor cold.

"Working day and night, it must be tough, right?"

"It's alright, not too strenuous."

"You're still young; it's good to gain more experience while you're young..."

"By the way, Akita-sensei, whose house did you just visit?" After a few pleasantries, Principal Kato got down to business.

"I'm just a regular at a maid cafe. The manager assigned me there, but I don't know the place," Akita tried his best to hide.

She certainly couldn't tell the truth; if word got out that a teacher working as a maid to serve her students, it would be a huge scandal.

"Teacher Akita, you don't need to lie to me. Just tell the truth. Your situation is a bit special, but I'll turn a blind eye." Kato had been working his way up to the principal's position for many years and could tell that Akita was hiding something.

"Principal, let's discuss the repayment first." Mr. Akita didn't want to answer and simply changed the subject.

"I was just asking, trying to check on you. I overheard you on the phone just now..."

"Principal!" In a moment of urgency, Mr. Akita interrupted the principal.

The principal's face suddenly darkened.

"I'm sorry, Principal Kato, these are my personal matters. I'm really sorry, I got a little emotional just now."

The principal lent me money, which is a favor, so I can't be rude to him. I quickly said some nice things to make amends.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. I'm sorry, I don't usually pry into your privacy..."

That's what he said, but Principal Kato secretly snorted coldly.

Since you're unwilling to be obediently trained by me, and you're refusing to listen to reason, then don't blame me for being ruthless.

The principal started the car and chatted with Akita as he drove.

How much money do you owe me in total?

"Probably around 200 million."

"I'm a little short on cash lately and need some money to tide me over. How much money do I have right now?"

"About 50. My father's medical expenses next month will be 30. I can give you the rest."

"Akita, I really need money right now, I'm in a real hurry," the principal said, feigning a worried expression.

"Since you need it urgently, I'll give you all 50."

Ms. Akita wouldn't have gone to the principal to borrow money unless she was truly desperate. Of course, if the principal needed the money urgently, she would definitely have tried her best to give it to him.

"50 isn't enough."

"I haven't received my wages for the maid cafe and the teacher this month. I'll pay you back in full as soon as I do..."

“No, no, no,” the principal shook his head repeatedly, “this is far from enough.”

"Then tell me how many you need, and I'll go find someone to borrow some..."

No, that's not what I meant.

The principal parked the car next to the Nagasaki Clubhouse.

"Time cost, emotional cost, these are all things you owe me." The principal turned his head and smiled sinisterly.

"Principal, what... what do you mean?"

The principal didn't reply, but rolled down the car window and waved outside.

Two burly bodyguards in black opened the car door and forcibly dragged Akita out of the car.

"What's going on? Help! Ugh... Ugh..."

Akita's mouth was gagged, and the two men, one on each side, dragged him into the office building of the Nagasaki Club.

The principal also got out of the car, locked it, and followed behind them.

The group entered an elevator and pressed the button for the third basement level.

Ms. Akita struggled desperately, her terrified eyes fixed on the principal.

The maid's hair ornaments on her head also fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, Akita-sensei, I just want my money and time back."

147. Rescue begins!

The principal really wanted to discipline the degenerate Akita.

But now, Akita has begun to deliberately hide this from himself.

He also had some connections with his students.

If we really let her pay back the money, it will probably be very difficult to get her to go out with us in the future.

To make up for his sunk costs, the principal went all out and sold Akita directly to the Nagasaki Club.

Akita is currently in good mental condition, and his physical body is likely completely new.

Selling to powerful figures like the school principal who have a penchant for decadence would definitely be incredibly profitable.

Ding Dong!

The elevator stopped, and the doors slowly opened, revealing a long, narrow corridor outside.

Like a hotel, there are many rooms on both sides.

The corridor floor was covered with an exquisite carpet, the walls were adorned with many luxurious oil paintings, and various valuable vases were placed on both sides.

It's clear that the owner here has very good taste.

Beautiful young girls and women occasionally emerged from the room, some happy, some sad. Some were bitches who enjoyed this job and liked being played with and paid by these powerful people, while others were weak women who were forced to work here for various reasons.

One by one, the newly made-up women walked upstairs like products on an assembly line.

The principal and his entourage avoided them and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

At the end was an exquisite wooden door, engraved with lifelike and beautiful patterns of bamboo and cherry blossoms.

The principal straightened his tie and hair, making sure he was properly dressed, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

A hoarse female voice came from inside the room.

The principal pushed open the door and entered.