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

"Okay, you can start now."

With an excuse, a target to blame, and Matsushima's permission, Shirakawa could no longer hold back and let his desire run wild. He opened his blood-red maw and thrust Matsushima's toes inside.

Shirakawa began to brush her toes, making Matsushima uncontrollably ticklish.

"Haha, Shirakawa, you're quite the 'eloquent speaker'!" Matsushima joked.

Shirakawa ignored Matsushima's words and continued to savor the food.

As the boss, Matsushima often takes people out for walks. Although his feet are nice, they are a bit rough.

Matsushima also ran her right foot over Shirakawa's arm, her toes almost as flexible as fingers. She wanted to massage his arm between her thumb and forefinger, but found that she couldn't do it at all.

She had no choice but to press down hard, sliding along Shirakawa's lower abdomen.

The lifelike green bamboo and beautiful cherry blossoms on her thighs swayed in the wind with her movements, appearing incredibly vivid.

As time went on, Matsushima's long-dormant desires seemed to awaken slightly, and she began to quicken her pace, wanting Shirakawa to surrender quickly.

In the Bamboo Sakura Club, she was surrounded by former school delinquents, burly bodyguards, and thugs; normal high school students like Shirakawa were a rare sight.

She was actually looking forward to seeing just how powerful a "bullet" Shirakawa would be able to fire.

As their communication became closer and more frequent, Shirakawa finally reached the final chapter of the piece.

"Matsushima-neechan, I..."

Almost nothing was expected.

Shirakawa, the Western quick-draw gunslinger.

The bamboo and cherry tattoos on Miike's legs seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white mist, making them difficult to see clearly.

A few seconds later, Matsushima thought it was all over and put his foot down.

Unexpectedly, the revolver still had other bullets left.

And the direction it was aiming at...

Oh no, it's aimed at my face!

Realizing something was wrong, Matsushima quickly dodged to the side, thankfully in time, and her delicate face was not injured.

But her black tube top, the tattoo on her shoulder, and her hair weren't so lucky.

It has that natural, wild quality.

This is a scent that Matsushima has never smelled before.

"Matsushima-san, I'm sorry." Shirakawa was somewhat flustered.

The abilities that Secia gave him are way too overpowered.

After all, Matsushima is a yakuza queen who can fire a shot without hesitation. With her in this state, Shirakawa is genuinely afraid that she might actually shoot herself in a fit of rage.

“It’s alright,” Yoshiko Matsushima said, pulling out a few tissues from the table and starting to clean up. “Just remember your promise.”

"Don't worry, Matsushima-neechan, I will definitely keep my word." Out of guilt, Shirakawa quickly assured Matsushima.

“Okay, go to the Nagasaki Club and tell the staff to prepare a room for you to rest,” Matsushima said.

Her gaze then swept over Shirakawa's arm, which was still not relaxed.

This is... terrifying.

"Okay, okay, goodbye, Matsushima-neechan." Shirakawa, afraid that Matsushima might change her mind later, quickly dressed in his cool clothes and fled.

Matsushima stood up and began to clean up carefully.

I'll take a shower later.

oh~~

It's a mess, but luckily no one saw it, otherwise it would have really tarnished the reputation of my elder sister, Zhu Ying.

Before long, the trash can was half full of crumpled paper.

Matsushima has been almost completely cleaned up as well.

She sat back in her black leather chair, lit a cigarette, and slowly took a drag.

A cigarette afterwards is better than a living god.

My legs are sore, I should rest for a bit and then take a shower.

She was enjoying a smoke when suddenly the smell returned, wafting from the trash can.

This smell... is strange... it's awful... but...

Matsushima lifted the trash can.

Just out of curiosity, just out of curiosity.

After all, it was my first time experiencing something like a man...

It should be okay to smell it a little, right...?

She slowly lifted the trash can, bringing the pile of crumpled paper closer and closer to her cheeks...

"Report! Sister Matsushima!" The bodyguard in black rushed in.

Matsushima was startled and quickly put the trash can on the ground: "What are you doing! Get to the point!"

The bodyguard in black didn't know why Sister Matsushima was reacting so strongly, but he had something very important to report and didn't care.

"Boss, please take a look at the surveillance footage on the basement level."

Matsushima turned on the surveillance camera and saw a voluptuous married woman and a tall, thin woman causing trouble in front of the glass door at the entrance to the second basement level, next to two bodyguards.

To be precise, the tall woman was being unreasonable, and the married woman kept trying to stop her from fighting.

"Why don't we just kick them out?"

"No, boss, they seem to be looking for that Shirakawa guy..."

193. Miike and Kana set off!

A little earlier than the time when we left Shirakawa for the Nagasaki meeting place.

Exhausted, Miike took the elevator upstairs to go home.

tired!

To help Shirakawa find a photography studio, she walked through the entire shopping street several times, going into any photography studio she saw to inquire if they were planning to transfer ownership.

After being turned away several times, Miike finally found a place that met Shirakawa's requirements.

I used my phone to compile the floor plan, site area, personnel composition, equipment, environment, and current business orders into a simple document and report, which I will hand over to Shirakawa when I get home.

Giving reports is also a good habit she developed over many years as a police officer.

In short, since he had done such a perfect job and put in such a lot of effort, wouldn't Shirakawa have to set aside an entire night to play with him?

Speaking of playing, Shirakawa's Holy Sword seems to have undergone a second growth, becoming much sharper and larger, and that experience is truly amazing.

Now, let's learn some interesting and unique body positions and have some fun with Shirakawa...

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

Miike arrived at the front door, unlocked it with his key, and found Mitsu Kana sitting in the living room, staring expectantly at the door.

Upon seeing that it was Miike, her anticipation instantly turned into disappointment, but she still managed a forced smile.

"Michi, welcome back."

"Ah."

Michi responded, and after quickly changing her shoes in the entryway, she began searching the entire house for Shirakawa.

Miike first opened the second bedroom, which was also Shirakawa's room.

"Shirakawa! Hmm?"

Mitsu Sakura was lying on the bed.

Her body was on the bed, but her little head was sticking out of the bed, her mouth wide open, as she was exercising with the vegetables and corn that Kana had bought, just like in the video.

His eyes were unfocused and vacant, and his hand was reaching down.

I don't know what they're practicing.

When Miike opened the door, Midori Sakura accidentally used too much force, bit down, and accidentally got the food stuck in her mouth.

"Waaah!" Embarrassed and shy, Sakura forgot to open her mouth for a moment, her teeth tightly gripping the corn kernels.

She kept coughing and looked very disheveled.

"Pervert," Michi muttered under his breath, then closed the door.

Of course she knew what Sakura wanted to do. After all, she had watched countless films, and although that kind of thing was rare, she still knew a little about it.

The door was slammed shut, leaving Sakura alone in an awkward and disheveled state, which took her a long time to tidy up.