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

Those people all seemed to be students from Sakura High School.

Has he already led so many girls astray?

Shirakawa gripped the railing beside the stage, his heart filled with anger.

Principal Kato, on the other hand, was beaming with joy and excitement.

He originally thought he would be working as a "working girl" here, but he never expected to become a prize in the competition.

Just then, Kato had just received 1000 million yen, and he wasn't exactly short of money. He found some bullied and helpless female students from their school and sold them to Nagasaki clubs through various dirty means such as threats, drugging, and deception, making him a fortune.

It's not impossible to spend 200 million to participate in a competition for fun.

If I really win first place, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone? I'd get the money and get to meet Akita-sensei. If I lose, I'd only lose 200 million.

He walked slowly to Mr. Akita and slightly raised his mask.

"Teacher Akita, be a good girl and wait for me to take you home!" The principal smiled sinisterly, his eyes full of wickedness.

"You, you bastard! I'm innocent! Help! He lied to me... Ugh, ugh."

The host strode onto the stage, and in order not to disturb the guests' enjoyment, he forcibly stuffed Akita's mouth with a delicate little red ball.

Akita tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were already bound.

It was held between the lips, with several small holes in the middle, and Akita could only make whimpering sounds, with a little drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, this one hasn't been trained yet, and is a bit disobedient..." the host apologized respectfully.

"It's alright, that's what makes it so fun!" the principal chuckled.

The host bowed, then strode off the stage, leaving it to the principal.

Shirakawa will see what tricks this principal is up to then.

The principal took out a black blindfold, a gag, and a school swimsuit (a neon tight-fitting swimsuit) from his briefcase and handed them to the fat woman who was waiting to be disciplined.

After whispering something to her, the slightly plump woman went backstage.

When she came out again, the slightly chubby woman changed into her school swimsuit. Her full, large breasts and excess flesh were barely contained by the swimsuit, and her large cleavage was clearly visible. Her legs were also a beautiful wheat color. Because it was a tight-fitting swimsuit, her lips were tightly covered by the fabric of the swimsuit, and her outline could be vaguely seen.

After putting on a black blindfold and a ball, the woman crawled out on all fours like a chariot, her ample breasts swaying slowly.

He had a name tag stuck to his chest, which looked like it belonged to a high school student in the swimming club of some school.

This woman and Aunt Meidu have similar body types; both are slightly plump and voluptuous.

Although her figure and appearance were far beyond his reach, Shirakawa couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like if Aunt Mido wore this outfit.

Without thinking it through, Shirakawa quickly slapped himself. The virtuous and gentle Aunt Mito in his memory—Shirakawa didn't want to taint her with any sordid fantasies.

The other onlookers were also drawn to the outfit, their eyes glued to it, eager to see what would happen next.

The principal then took out a small whip and the tool from his briefcase.

Put the utensils where they should be.

"Oh my!!" the fat woman couldn't help but let out a coquettish cry.

Her fully developed body adapted quite quickly and entered quite easily.

The principal gently tugged and stretched the piece of cloth and placed it on top, creating a small, round bump on the cloth.

"Stand up." The principal flicked his small whip.

The whip didn't actually hit the fat woman. The principal flicked his wrist, and with a cracking sound, the whip struck her, creating a shockwave around her.

The feeling of being hit but not hit, that sense of impending punishment, caused the fat woman to begin to react.

The principal started pressing the buttons on the controller in his hand.

hum hum hum!

The fat woman's arm suddenly lost its strength, and her head almost hit the floor.

"Climb properly!"

Snapped!

This time, the blow landed squarely on the fat woman's waist. She let out a groan and then struggled to support herself, still wearing her school swimsuit, as she climbed forward with difficulty.

"Speak! Speak up!"

"I am a student at Sakura High School. The principal is my master, and I love the principal the most!"

The fat woman spat out snakes, panting, and uttered many lewd words, constantly emphasizing her student status and her submission to the principal.

"Well done, climb again!"

Snap! Snap! Snap! The whip lashed at people from time to time, and then sucked the air away from them.

Shirakawa felt disgusted. He went on stage not only to win, but also to show the public his filthy desires.

He could do this in real life, not just through acting, but also through drugs and money.

Similarly, the real students from Sakura High School, Jackie and Maki, watching the principal and the "female student" play on stage, felt like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats, unable to vomit.

Older middle-aged officials and dignitaries also dislike these performances. Although they enjoy going out and having fun, many of them also have families, sons and daughters who may be in school. If their own children were tormented like this at school, they would really use every means to make the perpetrators disappear.

However, many young rich kids in the audience supported him, and playing around with female students was a common occurrence for them. They actually wanted to try this kind of thing with a few students as well.

Miike was standing nearby, and her rational mind told her that this was an evil act, but she had seen many detective movies with similar plots, and she wasn't a student. Emotionally, she had a slight reaction, and some "drink" appeared on her pants.

What's more, she was just sitting in the booth when Shirakawa slapped her buttocks.

"Hey, Shirakawa." Miike crept up to him, her breath sweet and her face flushed.

"What's wrong?" Shirakawa turned his head.

"It's a little itchy," Miike rubbed his thigh, his eyes wandering over Shirakawa's body. "When we get home, could you be a little rough with me?"

Shirakawa understood what Miike was referring to.

"Yes, you can, if you wish."

"That's great." Miike hooked his arm around Shirakawa's shoulder, pressed his lips together, and kissed him deeply.

Let's start quenching our thirst.

Shirakawa didn't react in time and didn't even have a chance to escape.

"Hey, if you're going to do it, do it at home... wait, don't do it at home either, what are you doing?!" Jackie blushed and hurriedly pulled Shirakawa and Miike apart from their deep kiss.

The invisible Maki also saw what Miike and Shirakawa were doing and instinctively wanted to go over and stop them.

But when he realized he was "invisible," he had no choice but to give up.

Coming to a place like this and kissing Miike like that, Shirakawa is indeed a shameless scumbag.

But he went to save Akita-sensei...

Could it be that he's the kind of person who has the flaw of being a womanizer, but is actually a good man?

Maki couldn't help but fantasize that if Shirakawa, as her destined one, married her in the future, he would go out at night and tell her that he was going to have some fun with other people, and then come home and pamper her even more.

It's not impossible...

But she's a disciplinary committee member, and this kind of thing is obviously... not good.

Whether from a moral or psychological perspective.

But thinking about it from another perspective, only he could possibly accept Shirakawa, who is so amorous and lustful.

Since he is the one destined for you, you must accept everything about him.

Maki is once again caught in an endless dilemma, unsure of what kind of feelings to have for Shirakawa.

“Hey, Jackie,” Michi said, turning her head after the kiss, “why don’t you want to try this feeling too?”

155. This game could land him in jail!

"Me? Me too..." The sudden question confused Jackie.

"Michi, be normal for once!" Shirakawa chopped Miike on the head with a chop.

How did a partner of justice somehow become a partner of depravity?

"Ouch, that hurts! I was just kidding, I was just kidding." Michi covered his head and begged for mercy.

Jackie then realized that the two of them had just been engaged in an adult-style kiss.

Although Jackie says she is free-spirited, open-minded, and loves to play and have fun, she is actually somewhat conservative deep down because of her family's upbringing.

"No, you two...you, you." Jackie blushed, unsure of what to say.

"Between good friends, it's just a kiss, what's the big deal?"

This is not something friends should do!

Maki and Jackie thought to themselves, "I'm so annoyed!"

Perhaps influenced by the environment of the Nagasaki club, the two found the immoral and indecent behavior they felt at school to be barely acceptable in this place.

In this hellhole, kissing is considered a painless and harmless thing.