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

I really misjudged him; I thought he was the kind of good student he was, but he really hid it well.

He must have been the one behind the incident with Fukada Sayo.

Akita kept pounding the large white pillow on the bed as he thought about it, as if that pillow were Shirakawa himself.

He even asked me to work at his house!

However, the pay was quite generous...

And he actually frequented brothels and shady places like Nagasaki clubs, what a bastard...

However, he did manage to save himself.

Ugh! Akita, why do you always take Shirakawa's side? Do you have Stockholm Syndrome? You're both teachers, why are you still so immature?!

Akita picked up the pillow, pressed the big white pillow over her head, and nestled her flushed little face on the soft mattress.

Aside from being a teacher, she is also a college graduate who has never been in a relationship and has only been out of school for a few years.

She couldn't understand why, even though Mingchuan had treated her so badly, he still made her embarrass herself in front of everyone, yet she kept thinking of his gentle manner and kind actions to excuse him.

And what I just experienced was indeed very comfortable...

and many more.

Akita suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with an explanation for Shirakawa's and his current situation.

This feeling of being both close and distant.

She was manipulated by Shirakawa.

255. The deepest fears hidden in humankind

huh~~

Shirakawa closed the door to the infirmary and let out a long sigh of relief.

This scumbag act is finally over.

This is so tiring.

"Yo ho~~~ Junior, long time no see." Pink-haired Fukada leaned against the wall and greeted Shirakawa.

She even made a cute peace sign.

"It's you again. What are you doing here?"

"Of course, it's for gathering material!" Fukada shook her pink phone, which was covered in stickers. "I've really seen something interesting. How about publishing it in the school's column, called... 'A Student-Teacher Romance'?! What do you think?"

"You saw what happened just now?" Shirakawa said coldly.

"Of course! I saw everything, and I also took a clear picture of that little thing on the table. You guys did a great job, junior. You kept everyone in the gymnasium in the dark."

Shirakawa was furious. He was already annoyed enough, and this woman was still nagging him.

Let's find a way to deal with her here, even if it's a bit brutal.

"However, I can give you a chance. If you're willing to kneel down and lick my feet, I might consider letting you go."

Fukada, Matsushima—these women really enjoy having men lick their feet...

"The photos and videos are all on your phone. You can make them public anytime you want. Even if I lick them, you won't let me off the hook, will you?"

Shirakawa wasn't stupid. He thought of the corrupted female characters in those doujinshi. Most of them fantasized that if they did something for the other person, the other person would let them off the hook. In the end, all they got in return was the other person taking advantage of them even more.

"Hmph~~ It depends on my mood. If you make me feel good, tsk tsk~ I might really delete all of these things."

"Stop talking nonsense." Shirakawa clearly understood that this kind of woman treated others as playthings and enjoyed having them manipulated.

"Oh dear, what a pity, I haven't washed my feet for several days because of today," Fukada said, feigning regret.

"I'm warning you, there's no one in this school building right now."

"So what? Like last time? Don't forget, Akita-sensei is still in the infirmary. No matter what you do to me, as long as I shout, Akita-sensei will open the door, and your crime of violating my poor senior will be confirmed. Last time you got away with it, but this time it won't be so simple. I don't know whether you will be expelled or arrested as a criminal suspect."

“You’re right, but threatening me like this is useless. I don’t care what others think of me.” Shirakawa smiled, a veiled malice in his eyes, and slowly approached. “Because I’m different from you.”

Fukada couldn't figure out what Shirakawa wanted to do. His strange tone made her start to feel scared, and she kept backing away, saying, "You, you don't have to come any closer! The teacher is inside."

"Yes, the teacher is inside..." Shirakawa's arm suddenly bent and twisted, his head tilted to the side, his head and neck forming a 90-degree angle, his tongue sticking out. It was as if the male protagonist in a horror movie was possessed by an evil spirit.

"What are you doing? You think making faces will scare me?" Fukada remained defiant, but her body language betrayed her fear. Her eyes were filled with terror, and her body began to tremble with fear. She quickened her pace of retreat until her back was pressed tightly against the wall.

Shirakawa began to transform, with three spider legs extending from his waist. The hairy legs pointed directly at Fukada, and a hideous human-faced spider head perched on his shoulder, covered in black hair, with two large fangs that revealed sharp teeth and saliva. Shirakawa and the unknown creature's several pairs of eyes simultaneously emitted a dazzling scarlet light.

"Aaaaaah!" Fukada screamed, fear sending chills down her spine. She collapsed, curled up in a corner, and trembled.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of my eyes, and my legs went limp from fright.

That's a fear etched into human genes—a fear of unknown creatures.

Fukada was somewhat delirious and even began to doubt whether everything before him was an illusion or a dream.

At the same time, Akita, inside the room, also heard the screams outside.

She didn't even have time to take off her clothes before she hurriedly opened the door.

Seeing Shirakawa standing there, Akita was kneeling in the corner, his eyes unfocused, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Shirakawa! What have you done to Akita now?" Akita said sternly.

"I didn't do anything," Shirakawa said casually.

Akita examined Fukada's clothes and found no signs of tearing. Fukada was also unharmed, without a single wound, and did not look like she had been harassed by Shirakawa.

"Akita-sensei! Akita-sensei!" Fukada cried out as if he had grasped a lifeline when he saw Akita come out.

Her legs were so numb from fright that she couldn't stand up.

Akita rushed forward, squatted down, and hugged Fukada.

"Teacher, teacher, he's not human, he's not human... Waaah..." Fukada nestled in Akita's arms, pointing at Shirakawa and sobbing repeatedly.

"What do you mean not human? What's going on?" Akita asked Shirakawa while holding Fukada.

"What? I don't know. I just greeted her, and that's how she ended up like this," Shirakawa said innocently, shrugging.

"Impossible, she turned into this just because I said hello?"

“Yes, maybe she’s recalling a scene from a horror movie.” As Shirakawa spoke, his pupils glowed red again.

"Teacher, he, he's Spider! You, you can't believe him, teacher... teacher?"

Fukada watched as Akita's gaze towards Shirakawa suddenly became empty, her expression blank, and she remained stunned for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly turned to look at himself.

"Fukada, don't be afraid, those are just movies, they're not real. Don't be scared." Akita hugged Fukada and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.

It's like comforting a frightened little girl.

"Teacher, listen to me, this guy can turn into a spider alien!!!" Fukada began to shout hysterically. Her intuition told her that Akita was being controlled in some way, and she wanted to use her shouts to awaken Akita's consciousness.

"It's alright, the teacher is here..." Akita didn't respond, just offered words of comfort, treating it as if she were talking nonsense.

"Why..." Fukada looked at Akita in despair, her tear stains still wet, her delicate makeup and eyeliner making her face look dark.

She's now completely helpless.

"Ah, Fukada-senpai, you should get some rest." Shirakawa stepped forward, bent down, and said with feigned concern.

"No, don't come any closer." Fukada hid inside Akita's ring.

The smile and smugness that had just been on her face were now transferred to Shirakawa's face as well.

Who gave Fukada the right to bother him when he was already upset, acting all high and mighty? And even trying to hurt the girl who was close to him?

After this incident, she probably won't dare to act so aggressively again.

ding~~~

A message came from a group chat on my phone.

Jackie: Xiaobai, come quick, let's rehearse one last time.

Shirakawa: Received.

"You two get some rest. I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll be going now." Shirakawa turned and headed towards the gymnasium.

He also chatted with Cecilia in his mind.

"I was scared by a scene from a movie... I didn't expect that people would believe such a reason. They're quite good at convincing people."

"That's right, this is at least a weakened version of my charm power, so it's still easy to coax Akita. But you're being too ruthless. What if you scare her to death? If her family comes looking for her, it'll be a real problem." Although Cecilia said this, she didn't care if Akita went crazy from fright. She was just worried about whether Shirakawa would be affected by it.

"Don't worry, it's just a scare. Humans aren't that fragile. She'll probably be fine in a little while. By the way, you look really scary. Even I was frightened."

"Haha, does that mean I've made amends?"

Sese was clearly referring to what had just happened at the stadium.

"I guess so. I'll have to keep up the good work in the future."

Shirakawa and Secia left chatting and laughing.

Fukada was left standing there dumbfounded, while Akita-sensei comforted her.