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

However, the students below the stage were enthusiastically discussing the schedule of the school festival, completely ignoring what the teachers on stage were saying.

Damn it... Shirakawa, you idiot, you bastard.

Akita-sensei cursed under her breath.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little strange after each sentence.

The taste of orange juice in Shirakawa's heart has become even closer.

Looking at Akita on the stage, Shirakawa felt a strange sense of sadism welling up inside him. He could make a girl have such a strange reaction with just the movement of his fingers. This feeling of dominating others was irresistible to Shirakawa.

No, no, no, this is wrong. All of this is just for the power of lust. I am a warrior of pure love, I am a model youth. All of this is forced upon me.

His actions were adjusted to 50% after his inner self justified them.

"Ah~~" Akita-sensei exclaimed accidentally, "Cough~~cough~~"

He then followed up with a few dry coughs as a cover-up.

The students in the audience sensed something was amiss, but they didn't take it to heart.

Akita-sensei's calves are turned outwards, forming an inward-pointing shape.

Fortunately, her beautiful legs in black stockings were hidden by the wooden lectern, so no one else saw her unsightly state.

The amplitude doubled again, and that strange feeling transformed into a subtle sense of comfort and pleasure.

Akita-sensei lowered her head, forcing herself to appear nonchalant.

"The history of Sakura High School is long and rich."

Because she needed more reason to suppress her inner desires, her phrasing became quite strange.

Her body was about to give out, and she had no choice but to look at Shirakawa with pleading eyes, begging him to let her go.

Shirakawa noticed Akita's plea, of course. He looked around and saw that the students were not making a fuss, but the faculty and staff had begun to look at Akita with strange eyes.

This gear is about right; going any further could easily cause an accident.

"Is it over here?" Cecilia seemed unsatisfied. She quietly climbed onto Shirakawa's chest. "Don't you want to see what kind of expression Akita will make if we go a little further? This kind of humiliating play requires the right timing, location, and people. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never see it again."

"That's enough. I don't want Akita-sensei to end up in a social death."

"Alright then, since you've put it that way, I won't insist."

I didn't expect Cecilia to become so docile; it's not like her at all.

However, since that's the case...

He put the magical item back in his pocket and slowly savored the delicious orange juice.

“There’s a flaw.” Cecilia crawled out from Shirakawa’s collar, quickly scrambled to his pocket, and pulled it up with her little spider feet, tugging it all the way to 100%.

"Ah~~ um~~" Akita-sensei instantly lost her composure.

Unable to withstand the sudden sensation, she slammed her forehead against the microphone, producing a burst of electromagnetic noise.

"What's going on? What happened?" The students had obviously heard the strange noise and all looked towards the podium.

Akita-sensei also hurriedly managed her expression, forcing herself to look comfortable, and quickly straightened the black microphone.

"Sorry, students, today is the school festival. I was too excited yesterday and didn't sleep well. I'm not feeling well." Akita smiled awkwardly, trying to get away with it.

Of course, the students underground didn't pay any attention and continued their discussion.

Yesterday's excitement was a lie, but now the real excitement is.

The sudden attack almost caused her pent-up desire to erupt, but thankfully she managed to hold back at the last moment.

If she were to ascend to the clouds from the podium, she would have no face to stay at Sakura High School any longer.

Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. She glanced at Bai Chuan, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

She had let him end up in such a sorry state. When he went to school, she would give him a ton of homework, the kind that he couldn't finish even if he stayed up all night. If he couldn't hand it in, she would make him stand as punishment every day until he was so tired he couldn't straighten his back. Going to school would be like torture.

This was also the most vicious form of revenge Akita could think of.

She cleared her throat, gritted her teeth, and continued her blessing with difficulty.

"Wow, she managed to hold back!" Cecilia exclaimed in surprise. "I thought she would just go directly. I didn't expect her to be so resilient. She's a nice girl."

"You..." Shirakawa didn't want to say much more. He believed that it was better to believe that the sun would rise in the west than to believe that Cecilia would behave.

However, the hateful look in Akita-sensei's eyes just now made him feel very uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the instigator was still gloating and smug.

Shirakawa reached into his pocket and gripped Cecilia's spider leg tightly.

"No, no, don't pull! My body is very precious, it's going to break! Ahhh!"

They pulled Secia out, but her tiny spider legs were still tightly gripping the plastic box.

"You're not listening, are you...?"

Shirakawa flicked Cecilia's forehead hard in the stomach.

"Ouch~~ That hurts, I know I was wrong."

Shirakawa played it again, this time with a heavy thud.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

"This is the last time." Shirakawa gathered power at his fingertips and flicked the strings one last time.

"Ah!" Cecilia's moan turned into a coquettish complaint, "Um... that feels a little good, can you play it again?"

"You son of a bitch..."

She truly is a succubus, finding even this torture pleasurable; her "lust" runs deep to the bone.

"If you continue to disobey me and cause trouble, I will stop talking to you."

"Okay, I understand." Cecilia curled up her spider legs and admitted her mistake, her tone like that of a child who had done something wrong.

As a demigod, the physical punishment was insignificant to Cecilia, but the mental isolation made her feel much worse.

Seeing that Cecilia had stopped making a fuss, and in order to allow Akita-sensei to give a smooth speech, Shirakawa lowered the threshold to 50%.

On stage, Akita-sensei's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, her body stopped trembling, and she was able to straighten her back and speak more normally.

Phew, thankfully nothing serious happened.

"Hey, Shirakawa, what's this?"

Ayako, who was standing next to him, leaned over and looked curiously at the magical item in Shirakawa's hand.

"This, this is a game controller, oh well, it's nothing." Shirakawa grabbed the little spider Cecilia with one hand and stuffed the magic item into his two shirt pockets with the other.

Shirakawa's attempt to conceal it piqued Ako's curiosity.

"Hmm? Let me see! Let me see!" Ako tugged at Shirakawa's shoulder and pleaded.

"This thing is very precious and cannot be looked at casually."

"If you don't show it to me, I'll tell Sakura and Maki about our relationship..." Ako raised the corners of her mouth.

No, Yako, are you really stupid or just pretending?

"Alright, just take a look." Shirakawa took out the magical item and showed it to Ako.

Wow, that's amazing.

Shirakawa originally thought that Ayako would blush with embarrassment, but he didn't expect her to be so ignorant, never having even seen such a thing before.

Come to think of it, these kinds of things aren't sold uniformly on the market, and there are many different styles. Especially since Shirakawa's is a high-end version with remote control, it's normal that Ako doesn't recognize it.

Yako stared wide-eyed at it, as if she had discovered something new and interesting.

"Wow, this is amazing! What game controller is this?"

"A romance visual novel, yes, a romance simulation game."

In a sense, Shirakawa is now also conducting a so-called "dating simulation".

"But what does this 'Rage Mode' mean?" Ako pointed at the red button. "Does it mean entering some hidden level, or will the female characters in the game just jump out and stab you?"

Wait, a knife? In a game? These words sound so familiar.

Yako felt her memories were a jumbled mess.

"Haha, no, no, it's just a level mode, don't worry about it."

"Oh, I see." Yako reached out and tapped it lightly with her finger.

not good!

Shirakawa hurriedly shut down the magic item.

But it was too late.

Buzz~~~~~

The sound system in the venue started malfunctioning again.