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

There's also a separate shower and toilet next to the king-size bed, hidden behind floor-to-ceiling glass.

The room key card was still inserted in the small slot by the door.

Shirakawa couldn't help but feel strange, recalling that when Sakura entered the inn earlier, she went straight to this room.

Without any hesitation, I didn't get a room key from the front desk, and I didn't even communicate with the front desk staff.

Does this hotel offer reservation services?

"Brother Shirakawa, I'm going to take a shower first. Wait for me a bit."

Sakura's voice interrupted Shirakawa's thoughts once again.

There's no point in thinking about this anymore. Sakura wouldn't risk harming herself. Let's prepare for battle.

Sakura entered the bathroom shower room, which was fairly spacious.

I couldn't wait to start changing.

Shirakawa lay on the large bed in the bedroom, watching TV. Although he was used to doing that kind of thing with Miike, this time the person was different, and Shirakawa still felt a little expectant and nervous.

Miike is essentially an older woman who is unemployed, while Sakura is the kind of cute and adorable high school girl.

The two types of girls give off completely different vibes.

Especially Sakura, and her perverted older sister Maki.

By chance, Shirakawa looked up and saw a small pink heart-shaped light on the ceiling. Out of curiosity, he pressed the switch by his bedside.

The lights weren't on, but the floor-to-ceiling glass wall in the bathroom shower area gradually became transparent.

Shirakawa could see Sakura, her face flushed, placing her bag on the sink, then undressing, her small body slightly hunched from the kiss.

Its small body and slightly lowered eyes seemed to be imagining the battle that was about to take place.

Moreover, its enormous size was perfectly round and naturally formed, and it was snow-white, like fragrant jade.

No man is immune to emotions, and Shirakawa is no exception.

Sakura blushed shyly, and in a moment of passion, she lightly tilled the patch of barren land. It seemed she was warming up for the upcoming official match.

Unexpectedly, her body was too sensitive; with just a light touch, she would inadvertently let out a coquettish groan.

She quickly turned on the showerhead in the bathroom, using the sound of the running water to cover up her embarrassment.

Most importantly, Sakura didn't notice Shirakawa's gaze from behind the glass.

This glass is likely a specially treated one-way glass, controlled by a switch on the wall.

Wow, it really is a love hotel...so high-class...

Humans are truly far ahead in the pursuit of creating stunts.

Sakura took a deep breath, suppressing her raging desires, and turned on the shower to start taking a shower.

Good things come to those who wait. Before the battle begins, it's natural to take a nice bath and do some "ritual".

Shirakawa was completely absorbed in watching from the other side of the glass wall, his sword already poised to strike.

Suddenly, he tapped his head, resisting the primal instincts that were a mixture of male and succubus.

This behavior is clearly voyeurism.

If Sakura discovers this disgraceful act, he'll likely lose some of her favorability.

Even for a devoted couple, some things should be done in moderation, let alone with Sakura.

Shirakawa turned off the switch, blocking out all the spring light leaking through the glass wall, leaving only the pattering sound of water.

Spider Cecilia also sighed silently. This Shirakawa was still too pretentious and took his so-called universal values ​​too seriously.

It's obvious that Sakura has fallen deeply in love with Shirakawa. Even if Sakura finds out about this, she will only verbally scold him at most, but deep down she's probably excited because Shirakawa loves to look at her body.

However, it was precisely because of Shirakawa's rather serious values ​​that he managed to survive from Catherine's clutches.

If it were any other time traveler, upon encountering the so-called saintess Catherine, they would probably have switched sides without hesitation...

Because, frankly speaking, Cecilia herself was just a useless succubus.

Secia didn't intend to offer any more advice to Shirakawa. Let him do whatever he wanted; after all, Shirakawa was destined to be bombed no matter what.

Of course, she would also secretly offer a little help.

Sakura turned off the shower, and just as she was drying herself with a towel, the spider Cecilia quietly spun her web, flew to the switch, and turned it on with her legs.

The glass door became transparent again.

Just as Shirakawa was about to close the door, he was deeply attracted by the scene on the other side.

Sakura was like a lotus emerging from the water, with drops of clear water adorning her fair and smooth body.

She carefully wiped all the water droplets off her body, dried her hair, and then opened her bag.

The open bag contained various small props, especially the cat-shaped USB flash drive armor.

It's the one I used with Shirakawa-san the first time.

Sakura looked in the mirror, gently opened the flexible wheel hub, and grabbed the armor with one hand, putting on the so-called armor in preparation for the upcoming battle.

She bent down and kept aiming at herself in the mirror, trying to install the software, but it always failed.

That shyness, that clumsiness, and that lovely, beautiful body—all of this was seen by Shirakawa.

She was so clumsy that Shirakawa wanted to rush in and help her.

Finally, after many attempts, she successfully put on the protective gear.

Sensing the steel armor on her body, she let out a soft groan, covered her mouth, and blushed deeply.

Ice and cold.

After a brief moment of patience, she took out a cat ear headband from her small bag and tried it on in front of the mirror.

I'm not satisfied with how I wear it, because this outfit seems almost identical to the last one.

Since we've come all this way, we need to try something new.

So she put down her headdress, took out two hair ties, and braided a pair of cute pigtails into her fluffy yellow short hair.

The golden tassels of her ponytail brushed against her shoulders, and the fluffy twin ponytails made Sakura look even cuter. She twisted her body slightly, quite satisfied with her outfit.

Of course, Shirakawa's gaze was now completely fixed on Sakura.

Seriously, I'd explode if I looked at it any longer.

What's most damaging to men isn't how good-looking, skilled, or charming their partner is.

More often than not, it's the various actions and behaviors done to please oneself.

Sakura in front of me is just like that. Right now, she is still in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup that was ruined by taking a shower. She applies white lipstick, tidies up her twin ponytails, slightly draws her eyeliner, and even twists and turns her protective gear.

Only after making sure everything was perfect did he turn off the bathroom light and slowly walk out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Shirakawa, his face flushed and his figure imposing.

He was sitting on the bed, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable greed that wanted to devour him completely.

She immediately understood and looked at the glass wall. Sure enough, the wall was transparent.

"Brother Shirakawa, you're so naughty~~~" Sakura pouted, crossed her hands over her lower abdomen, twisted her body slightly, and said in a soft and coquettish tone, "I was going to give you a surprise."

Just as Cecilia had predicted, Sakura was also hoping that Shirakawa would take advantage of her completely.

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even with the highest mental resistance, he couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, came to Sakura, and placed his hands on her shoulders.

He dared not exert any force, for fear of hurting this lovely hot girl.

"Oh, wh-what's wrong?" Sakura was a little flattered by Shirakawa's sudden initiative.

“Sakura-sama,” Shirakawa swallowed.

My mouth was already parched.

"I like you, and I will be good to you."

Shirakawa's way of speaking is more like a confession of his surrender to his instincts.

Of course, Sakura only heard "like".

"No matter what happens, I will always be by your side." Shirakawa hugged Sakura tightly.

Sakura, barely reaching Shirakawa's shoulder, could feel the warmth of his body and the heat in his arms.

This time, without the interference of incense, the two were truly honest with each other.

It was supposed to be a matter of lust, and the words had already been spoken, so why do I feel so warm about it?

Ah, I wish I could stay with Shirakawa-nii like this forever and ever.

I feel so safe and comfortable.

"Will you believe me, Sakura?"

"I believe in Shirakawa-nii."