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

At least Shirakawa hasn't made a move against the staff at those clubs yet...

"Stop arguing," Shirakawa said, raising a finger to signal for silence.

Shirakawa originally wanted to win by surprise, but unexpectedly, a dark horse appeared out of nowhere, so it's really uncertain whether he can win this match.

"I need to find more props," Shirakawa thought, getting up and jogging away.

On stage, the principal's performance had ended; the fat woman was trembling with exhaustion, her knees red and swollen.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily as she got up from the ground. Although exhausted, she looked happy and content. She quickly changed out of her swimsuit and returned it to the principal. Only then did the audience notice that her waist and arms were covered with red marks.

The principal looked at the "work of art" he had made himself, his heart filled with pride and excitement.

The winner of this match should be none other than me.

But he didn't realize that this role-playing and rude behavior had already alienated many middle-aged, normal people in the audience.

The principal packed up his things and stepped off the stage, and the host began the final introduction.

"The competition is nearing its end. Now, let's welcome the last contestant."

Shirakawa hurriedly arrived with a few makeup sponges, a black eye mask, and a thick, long rope.

The audience looked at the props with disdain. They thought it was just the same old rope bondage and vibration routine, something they'd seen countless times throughout the night and was already tired of.

But right after, Yoshiko Suzuki also went on stage and sat on the piano stool in the corner in front of the piano.

Whispers began to circulate among the audience.

"What's going on? Why did you bring an assistant?"

"Hey, aren't these the two who were just playing cards at the gambling table?"

"Huh? What's my sister doing here? Are they having a concert?"

Everyone was talking at once, saying all sorts of things.

This fat woman was also a regular staff member here, and she had never seen Shirakawa's mask or the lower half of his face.

They must be newcomers.

Newcomers are usually quite "shy" and don't dare to let loose and have fun. Besides, the principal had been so strict with her just now, so the fat woman didn't have any expectations for this young man.

Shirakawa walked up to the fat woman, handed her three makeup sponges and an eye mask, and instructed her to put them on in the designated areas.

The fat woman covered all her parts, then put on the blindfold and waited obediently in place.

Shirakawa took one end of the rope, tied it inside the piano, and held the other end in his hand, pulling hard to taut the rope.

"Suzuki-nee, why don't you try playing it!"

Yoshiko Suzuki's slender fingers danced across the piano keys, playing a short passage. At the same time, the rope in Shirakawa's hand began to vibrate slightly as the music began.

"how do you feel?"

"The keys are harder to press than before, which is a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn't affect normal playing."

"it is good."

Since it doesn't interfere with the normal performance, we can proceed to the next step.

Shirakawa tied knots, each slightly larger than a quail egg, onto the rope. Then, holding the other end of the rope, he tied it to the railing below the stage.

In the final step, Shirakawa pulled the fat woman to the taut rope and put his arm over it.

The fat woman only felt the tight rope constricting her arms and armpits.

"When the music starts, walk forward," Shirakawa instructed.

The fat woman nodded.

The audience below the stage couldn't wait any longer, wondering what this man was doing.

Everything is ready.

Shirakawa and Suzuki Yoshiko sat together at the piano. Suzuki sat on the outside and Shirakawa sat on the inside. He couldn't play the piano, so he could only pretend to put his hands on the keys, but in reality, he was holding the remote control tightly.

Shirakawa nodded to Suzuki Yoshiko.

Yoshiko Suzuki began to play the piano, and her light and lively music filled the entire clubhouse.

The hemp rope was also moved by the vibrations of the piano strings and keys.

To outsiders, the rope appears unchanged, but the fat woman bound by it can "sensitively" feel it.

At the same time, Shirakawa began adjusting the remote control in his hand.

The fat woman began to move forward slowly, and as the pitch of the piano rose and fell, the vibration frequency of the rope also began to change.

Shirakawa's hands weren't idle either; he kept adjusting the frequency of the remote control in his hand according to his own musical sense, making it buzz.

But this is still not enough to give fat women enough pleasure.

Until she touched the first knot under her armpit.

The knot went directly under her armpit, and the knot vibrated slowly with the music. The sudden, strange sensation made her feel odd, but also gave her a feeling of complete comfort.

At this moment, Shirakawa increased the intensity with the remote control, which suddenly aroused the woman's desire.

The woman continued forward, struggling to cross the "small gravel hill".

The fat woman felt a void under her arms and armpits, and her pace gradually quickened as she began to anticipate the next knot.

The audience was completely silent.

The fat woman was wearing an eye patch and had no idea that she was walking towards the audience.

The audience listened to the melodious music as they watched the woman struggle toward them.

The woman, filled with unbearable emptiness and longing, her body flushed, and her breath coming in ragged gasps, slowly drew closer and closer.

Even the powerful and wealthy, who had seen countless women, could not suppress their curiosity. They leaned forward, their eyes wide open, to admire the increasingly beautiful spring scenery.

Over time, and with repeated exposure, those "pleasant things" can easily become dull and tasteless. However, as long as you see the other person's subtle yet perfectly timed changes in expression, whether it be unsatisfied desire or disgust when being coerced but having no choice but to do it, you can feel a different kind of pleasure.

Michi crossed her legs and moved them slightly, hoping that one day Shirakawa would treat her like that.

Just like a scene from an investigator movie.

Everyone around was focused on the fat woman.

Miike's actions also gradually became bolder.

Jackie blushed, and although she turned her head away to avoid eye contact, her eyes still kept glancing at the point where the rope met her body.

Maki was so confused and infatuated that she could no longer resist. She secretly walked onto the stage, came behind Shirakawa, pressed her right hand on Shirakawa's right shoulder, and lowered her head to Shirakawa's left shoulder, beginning to smell Shirakawa's scent.

"What!?" Shirakawa shuddered. He knew it was Maki, but he could only suppress his emotions and finish the performance.

As the scent filled her nostrils, all her unease and dissatisfaction with Shirakawa vanished from her mind. She no longer considered her contradictions and struggles; all she wanted was more, much more.

Maki's hair brushed against Shirakawa's cheek. Seeing that Shirakawa did not react, she lifted her leg and knelt on the piano seat, leaned forward, and turned her head slightly to face Shirakawa.

Shirakawa thought Maki had left satisfied, but unexpectedly, the next second, something soft touched his lips.

"Hey, uh, Maki...uh."

Maki kissed him repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and Shirakawa couldn't even speak fluently.

We are clearly the couple destined to be together, how could you come to a place like this without telling me? How could you let that Michi get there first?

Maki was unaware that her dearest younger sister, Midori Sakura, had already killed the game.

Faced with an unseen enemy, Shirakawa could only dodge haphazardly.

"What's wrong, my little husband?" Suzuki Yoshiko noticed Shirakawa's unusual behavior and asked while playing the piano.

"No, I'm fine," Shirakawa said, trying to appear calm.

Filled with jealousy, Maki began to extend her small snake, which slid incessantly between Shirakawa's lips, trying to find an opportunity to slip inside.

I want to try that kind of kiss again.

Shirakawa kept his lips tightly closed and his teeth clenched, giving Maki no chance whatsoever.

Why can she do it, but I can't?

A strange jealousy welled up in Maki's heart. Seeing that Shirakawa was unmoved by her soft or hard tactics, she had no choice but to look for other targets.

So she aimed at Shirakawa's armpit.

If Shirakawa smells so good, wouldn't those with stronger scents be even more...?

Maki crawled under the piano, half-squatting, and began to sniff Shirakawa.

Even through the fabric, Maki couldn't smell anything.

Well...

Maki didn't want to miss this great opportunity. Since Shirakawa was already here, she figured she could be even more aggressive in her offensive.

Maki gritted her teeth, pressed her head forward, and sniffed desperately.

"Huh!!" Shirakawa exclaimed, caught off guard, and sat bolt upright.

"What's wrong now?" Suzuki Yoshiko asked, as Shirakawa's behavior had been quite strange since earlier.