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

Shirakawa and Cecilia were on white beds in the third-floor infirmary, preparing for battle.

The lock on the infirmary door seemed to have been broken by something, but they didn't seem to care.

Strictly speaking, this was their first battle, because in the last time, neither of them could withstand the other's attack and surrendered directly.

This time, the two had ample time for foreplay and preparation.

After all, there's still plenty of time; it's an hour before Yoshioka appears at the fireworks festival.

One hour is enough time, whether for transmitting power or completing the task.

"Hmmmm."

Shirakawa lay on the bed, leaning against the wall, while Secia knelt, her body prostrate.

The long tongue, like that of a frog, tightly coiled around Shirakawa's arm, like a red python ensnaring its prey.

"How was it, Shirakawa? That's Mori Akira's bite, isn't it amazing?"

Scythia spoke incoherently, and the red python began to change its posture.

"It would be better if you didn't say a few more seductive things to me."

"I'm doing this for your own good, mmm. You're a succubus, and your food and power come from them. If I hadn't been there to persuade you, would you have been able to taste Akita-sensei?"

The faint scent of Nikaido and Maki lingered on it, but Cecilia didn't care.

She was merely a succubus who drew power from desire and lust, and felt no jealousy towards those girls.

The more girls who like Shirakawa, and the more girls who have run dungeons with Shirakawa, the better.

This was also Cecilia's initial goal: to make Shirakawa fall into lust.

In a sense, she has already succeeded.

However, she herself was also in a precarious situation and had fallen into the trap of primitive human activities.

When Shirakawa's arms were shiny with oil, Cecilia sat up.

She straddled Shirakawa's lower abdomen.

Dim light streamed in through the window, giving Cecilia a hazy, ethereal beauty. Her slender, fair hands gently caressed Shirakawa's face as she gazed into his eyes. Their crimson pupils seemed to resonate, and the blood flowing through their veins seemed to unconsciously draw them together.

Shirakawa and Cecilia are, in a sense, unique kind of beings in the world, each with half of the other's blood flowing through their veins, both being demigods and demigods.

They seemed like a match made in heaven.

"Am I beautiful?" Cecilia asked abruptly.

"You're a succubus, need I say more about your beauty..."

"I heard your answer from you."

"Beautiful, so beautiful, are you satisfied now..."

"Ready! Three! Two! One! Ignition!"

Suddenly, the three-meter-tall wooden tower outside the window was engulfed in raging flames.

Cheers came from outside the window.

The firelight illuminated the dimly lit infirmary, casting shadowy figures on Cecilia.

The two connected via Bluetooth at that very moment.

Her lips gripped Shirakawa tightly, the sensation lingering and unforgettable.

They fit together perfectly, like peacocks complementing each other.

She sized up the man in front of her.

He became increasingly handsome, nurtured by the power of lust.

Meeting him seemed like destiny.

Scythia's eyes were filled with love.

"If you're going to do it, then do it quickly." Shirakawa blushed slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the ambiguous atmosphere.

“Don’t rush, I’m admiring my delicious meal,” Cecilia said. “In nature, after female spiders have finished training, they eat the male spiders to provide nourishment for the next generation.”

"Are you going to eat me too?"

“Of course, but it’s not a one-time use.” Cecilia began to slowly grind it.

"I will devour your body, your life, your everything, bit by bit, until I have nothing left."

Shirakawa could feel his body filled with the erotic power of the essence of Cecilia.

That force was very strong, strong enough to almost hit Yoshioka.

“You think this is enough?” Cecilia said, stroking the glowing patterns on her body. “If you want more power, you’ll have to work harder.”

And so, a series of clear, crisp echoes resounded through the quiet, dimly lit corridor.

Even the delinquents lurking on the first floor could vaguely hear that sound.

"What's that noise? It sounds like..."

"Hey, never mind that, we're about to go."

At someone's command, the delinquents rushed out of the school building and surrounded the students of Sakura High School.

275. Yoshioka's Last Madness

The bonfire was lit, and the students, gathered in twos and threes, cheered and jumped for joy, celebrating the bonfire party.

The rest of the time is quite free. You can dance around the campfire, strike up conversations with unfamiliar boys and girls, or get together with friends to strengthen your bonds.

Unexpectedly, discordant voices emerged during what should have been a joyous celebration.

"Did you all have fun?!"

A rough male voice rang out from the open space, and a tall, muscular, blond-haired thug with a buzz cut suddenly appeared by the campfire.

Ignoring the scorching heat of the flames, he strolled closer to the burning campfire, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he tiptoed to the highest point, 3 meters high, and took down a piece of burning black charcoal.

The black charcoal was still burning, with a few red sparks on it, but he held it without the slightest sign of pain, as if demonstrating his strength to everyone.

Click!

He crushed the black coke in his large hand.

The leader of Chenghuang Middle School was someone some of the students knew, and someone others didn't. But everyone present was stunned by the scene.

The delinquents from Chenghuang Middle School, armed with baseball bats, immediately surrounded the entire open space.

Nikaido and the lame Akaza also noticed Yoshioka.

The two women were furious.

He's the thug who led the group that vandalized their ramen shop!

"Um, Fukada, Fukada-senpai!" Yoshioka suddenly called out.

Fukada-senpai was being dragged forward by a delinquent. Her pink ponytail was disheveled, her makeup was smeared from crying, and a large gauze was stuck to her cheek. She kept her head down, not daring to look directly at her classmates.

"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. I am Yoshioka from Chenghuang Middle School, and this is Senior Fukada, my new girlfriend. I'm here today to take over Sakura High School!"

The students erupted in an uproar.

"Occupy Sakura High School? This is a school, not a game where you can just occupy it whenever you want."

"Isn't that Fukada our school's vice president? How come he's getting involved with someone from Chenghuang Middle School?"

"Wait a minute, I heard the student council has excellent security. It's impossible for so many bad guys to get in, unless... unless someone led the way..."

The students all looked at Vice President Fukada, their eyes filled with resentment.

This was exactly the effect Yoshioka wanted: to make Fukada feel ostracized and unable to make it at Sakura-ryu High School, so that she would naturally become his woman.

He smiled and patted Fukada on the shoulder approvingly, as if praising her for doing a great job.

"Stop dreaming!" roared a daring thug from the crowd. "Brothers, they've come to our doorstep! Let's attack!"

One by one, the delinquents from Sakura High School rushed forward, trying to subdue Yoshioka.

Yoshioka simply smiled slightly, put his left hand behind his back, and only showed his right hand, which was wearing brass knuckles.

These wastes can be handled with just one hand.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In less than a round, the dozen or so delinquents collapsed to the ground, clutching their stomachs or thighs, groaning in pain.

They barely even saw Yoshioka's fist before they were knocked to the ground.

The difference in strength is too great.

Just as Nikaido was about to step forward, she was tightly held back by Sakura and Jackie beside her.

That's an enemy they can't defeat; going there would be pointless. It's best to wait for the security guards and police to arrive.