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

"You two were making so many intimate gestures at the club, and just now..." Maki questioned, leaning closer to Shirakawa and demanding, "Just how far have you gone?"

"The final step..." Shirakawa's eyes darted away, unable to meet Maki's gaze.

"So all your so-called childhood sweetheart you married was a lie, and those words were just excuses you used to deceive me and reject me?"

"Is such that."

"why?"

"I'm sorry, Maki-nee, I'm in a lot of trouble right now and can't take care of myself. I can't accept your feelings and I can't take responsibility for you, so I made up those reasons to deceive you. I'm really sorry." Shirakawa's attitude was very sincere.

Even as an observer, Maki could barely discern the underlying meaning of Miike's question, and she could also somewhat understand the true nature of Shirakawa.

He feared other people's love, worried that he wasn't capable enough to take responsibility, yet at the same time, he hoped to be loved and liked by others.

In that case...

"Then let me ask you, do you hate me?" Maki's lips twitched slightly; this was a very important question for her.

"it's OK."

"If I told you that I had raided your home at night, raped you, picked up your used towel and smelled your scent, and that I was a pervert who would copy scripts with you in the library, and that I had done so many perverted things, would you hate me?" Maki followed Cecilia's instructions and confessed everything she had done, showing her so-called "imperfect" side.

"No, Maki-nee, no. To be honest, I've done perverted things at the Nagasaki club, which is why I'm worried about whether Maki-nee will hate me."

"Since that's the case, I don't need to hide my desires anymore." Maki smiled morbidly, having said everything clearly, she felt no psychological burden. Suddenly, she pounced on Shirakawa, pinning him down and shamelessly sniffing his neck.

"Ah, Shirakawa-kun, finally, we've finally come this far."

Maki took Shirakawa's hand and placed it on her slender waist.

Then she leaned forward and kissed Shirakawa's lips, their lips intertwining. Although it was quite awkward, Maki tried her best, as if she wanted to devour Shirakawa.

"How do my kisses and my body compare to Officer Miike's?" Maki asked, a hint of competitiveness creeping in.

"Wait a minute," Shirakawa struggled to push Maki away, "Maki-nee, there's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

"What?" Maki flicked her red tongue with her fingertip, savoring the taste of Shirakawa.

"When did you start liking me? I didn't do anything!" Shirakawa wanted to hear Maki's answer.

“It’s the scent, isn’t it? The moment I smelled your scent, I couldn’t resist it,” Maki said. “The book says that people with similar scents are genetically compatible, which means that the other person is often their destined one.”

"Is it just the taste? Nothing else? Personality or something...?"

"That doesn't matter anymore, Shirakawa. I love everything about you now."

Maki kissed Shirakawa again, her hand stroking his shoulder, her rosy little knees giving him a comfortable massage, making him feel all tingly and aroused.

"Maki-neechan, I still don't want to..."

"But I think I can't take it anymore. All I want now is you, Shirakawa."

When Shirakawa said he didn't dislike Maki's various perverted behaviors, he had already broken Maki's "seal," which meant that Maki could ask Shirakawa for whatever she wanted without restraint.

Maki kicked off her black leather shoes, revealing her delicate white feet encased in black stockings. She gently lifted her leg and hooked it down onto the elastic band of Shirakawa's pants.

His pants were pulled down, exposing Shirakawa's calves to the air.

"Then, what should we do about the script? Rehearsal starts tomorrow..."

"I was just kidding, I actually finished writing it a long time ago." Maki gently stroked Shirakawa's calf with her feet covered in black stockings.

What she wants to do is already quite obvious.

Shirakawa felt a tingling, rustling sensation.

"Well, Maki-nee, is it inappropriate to be in a place like this for the first time? Should we go back to our room and..."

"It doesn't matter where it is, what matters is who the person is, Shirakawa, you are my destiny."

"I still think it's too hasty. We haven't even... umm."

Maki silenced Shirakawa with a kiss. She had been longing for this moment for a long time. What she had seen and heard at the Nagasaki club today, and the intimate interaction between Shirakawa and Miike, had made her heart restless. Shirakawa's words, "I don't dislike you," became the fuse that ignited the explosive.

Shirakawa will pay the price for his actions.

Impatiently, Maki violently tore at her black bodysuit with her right fingertips.

After a series of ripping sounds, the black silk was forcibly torn open, leaving a large, round hole.

Spring is just beginning to appear.

Maki's lips met Shirakawa's fingers at the perfect moment.

The intense pain caused Maki to go from kissing Shirakawa to biting his lips.

Shirakawa felt as if fate was gripping his throat, a feeling of narrowness and confinement far more intense than that of Miike and Sakura.

It's like the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head.

Shirakawa's hands tightened, gripping Maki's slender waist tightly. He gasped and couldn't help but let out a low moan.

It feels like it's about to break!

After they were completely submerged, Shirakawa was perfectly trapped, and neither of them could move. Whoever moved would have to endure immense pain.

Shirakawa and Maki have been maintaining this pose, and now someone needs to break the deadlock.

"Shirakawa, let's... um... rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins moves, okay?"

Shirakawa nodded.

"Rock, paper, scissors, mmm~~~"

The moment they stepped out, one of them accidentally moved, and a sharp pain followed, but then came a subtle pleasure.

Shirakawa drew cloth, and Maki drew scissors.

"I won, Shirakawa-kun."

"Could, could it be best two out of three?" Shirakawa pleaded.

If Shirakawa exerts too much force right now, he might actually break it!

"You, then I'll do it."

"Ugh, ahh ...

After repeating the process several times with considerable difficulty, Maki gradually began to adapt.

Then came immense pleasure; the intensity of the pain just moments before matched the intensity of the pleasure at this moment, and a profound sense of happiness repeatedly washed over Maki's mind.

They were truly destined to be together; not only their souls, but their bodies were also so perfectly compatible.

In the early morning, Sanchi's car was shaking violently from side to side, as if it were bouncing around while off-roading in a mountain stream.

159. Nothing's more fun than my sister-in-law.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Shirakawa had just been repeatedly attacked by Miike a few days ago and had not fully recovered. He was not tough enough and could not adapt to this kind of attack that was comparable to real injury.

Maki's attack speed gradually increased, and she gradually unleashed her full power.

After a while.

"Mmm, um." Maki covered her mouth lightly and let out a muffled groan.

ended.

Shirakawa felt his calf being inserted into the hydraulic press and clamped tightly.

It took some effort to pull it out with difficulty.

It's so painful, I don't even have the desire to surrender my gun.

More than lust, there was pain and exhaustion.

"Shirakawa, what's wrong with you... Am I not charming enough?"

Maki covered her flat chest, which had always been a source of insecurity for her.

"Maki-nee, you're so kind. I just don't really like being in the car... I'm sorry." Shirakawa offered a plausible excuse.

"Oh, okay, let's come back home then..."

"Let's take a break. Playing cards tonight was too mentally taxing, and I'm really tired. When we have time, we can..." Shirakawa didn't finish his sentence.

Maki understood and gave Shirakawa a light kiss on the lips.

"Then it's settled." Maki didn't insist too much. She found some toilet paper in Miike's car and wiped the seats clean.

The two got out of the car. Shirakawa was hunched over, and there was even a red mark around his calf. It hurt when he moved even slightly.

It's too cruel.

Maki pulled her school uniform skirt down a bit to cover the large hole she had torn in it.

The sky was beginning to lighten.

Shirakawa's only thought right now is to quickly get back to his warm little bed and have a good night's sleep.

After locking the car, the two went upstairs, only to find that the door to the Mei Du family's house was wide open.

Broken glass littered the living room floor, and the small coffee table was overturned and lying on its side. Shinichi Midori sat silently on the sofa, smoking. Kana Midori sat trembling beside him, two tear tracks on her cheeks, her legs together, her hands on her lap, glancing at Shinichi with a fearful look.