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

Yoshioka felt as if he had been pricked by a needle in his back, a stinging pain.

Turning around, I saw Fukada holding a small knife.

The tip of the knife in Fukada's hand broke, clearly indicating that this kind of knife could not harm Yoshioka.

"You bitch, I knew you'd betray me!" Yoshioka cursed, then kicked Fukada hard, knocking her to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shirakawa rushed forward. In order to deal with Yoshioka and successfully rescue Nikaido, he didn't care about revealing his true colors in front of his classmates. Spider legs grew from his lower back, and sharp spikes pierced into Yoshioka's body.

The three legs pierced into Yoshioka's neck, waist, and thigh on one side of his body, respectively.

"what!"

Yoshioka let out a wail, released his grip, and Nikaido fell to the ground.

Shirakawa reached out and caught her, then laid her flat on the ground.

The legs around his waist continued to exert force, relentlessly drilling into Yoshioka's body, tearing at his flesh and blood.

"Ahhhh~~~"

A loud, mournful cry echoed throughout the entire campus.

Yoshioka frantically scratched at his legs, struggling incessantly, trying to pry them apart, but all his efforts were in vain.

Moreover, the more he struggled, the more he could feel the tearing pain that his feet were causing to his body.

It felt as if tiny maggots were constantly burrowing into his body.

Fear gripped his heart, and his face twisted in agony.

"Ahhh, stop! Please, stop!" Yoshioka pleaded.

As he sank deeper into the ground, Yoshioka could feel something scraping against his bones.

"No one can save you now, I won't hold back anymore!"

Shirakawa grabbed Yoshioka by the collar, clenched his fist, and swung it at his face.

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Every punch was delivered with full force.

Like raindrops hitting Yoshioka's face.

Yoshioka's nose collapsed first, and then his eyes turned bluish.

His blood also flowed out along Shirakawa's steps.

As they fought, Yoshioka howled until his throat was hoarse, but Shirakawa didn't stop.

In the end, Yoshioka was knocked unconscious.

The bronze skull knuckle duster also fell off Yoshioka's hand, but Yoshioka did not immediately transform back into his real form.

His body was like a deflated balloon, constantly emitting white smoke.

Shirakawa put the skull knuckle duster into his pocket and hurriedly squatted down next to Nikaido to check her injuries.

"Big Sister, Big Sister!" Shirakawa called out to Nikaido.

"Ugh, cough cough, Shirakawa... little brother..." Nikaido replied weakly, his pale face already covered in blood.

"I'm sorry, boss, I'm late."

"It's okay... I'm the one who should apologize. I wasn't strong enough, I couldn't protect everyone, I'm sorry..." Before he could finish speaking, Nikaido also fainted.

"Boss, boss!"

"Don't panic, Shirakawa, she's just lost too much blood," Cecilia said calmly.

In her opinion, it wasn't a big deal that she wasn't dead.

"Too much blood loss, you make it sound so easy... If I had arrived earlier, your moans would have been quieter..."

"You're blaming me again? Didn't you seem to be enjoying it? Besides, without me transferring energy to you, could you have defeated Yoshioka?"

Shirakawa didn't have time to argue with Cecilia; he looked at Nikaido's wounds and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Nikaido's lower abdomen was emitting a faint glow.

Just like Ultraman in tokusatsu dramas who doesn't have an energy flashlight.

“Why don’t you try channeling your passion into her body?” Cecilia suggested.

Shirakawa took a deep breath, placed his hand on the lines, stroked Nikaido's lower abdomen, and channeled the power of desire within him into it.

Nikaido's pale face regained its color, his breathing became steady, and the wound on his head stopped bleeding.

Besides triggering a climax and restoring stamina upon contact, I never imagined that this pattern could also heal external injuries.

"What is this thing?" Cecilia asked curiously, tracing the patterns on her spider's abdomen.

She immediately felt a tingling sensation throughout her body and accidentally sprayed some spider silk. Luckily, she managed to take a step, otherwise it would have sprayed onto Shirakawa's back.

Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Nikaido was alright.

As he stood up, he suddenly remembered that there were still so many "spectators" in the audience.

Looking around, the faculty and students, though gathered in twos and threes and far from the battlefield, were all looking at him with strange eyes.

Fear, unease, respect, envy, admiration, love, worship.

Shirakawa retracted his spider legs, walked to the campfire, his eyes gleaming, and tried to use his persuasive abilities to get away with it.

But what reason could they give? These people clearly saw Shirakawa knock Yoshioka unconscious with his spider-like legs; this couldn't be explained in just a few words.

"Um, everyone... these... are all props for the performance..." Shirakawa stammered nervously.

Props? That's such a far-fetched idea.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Applause suddenly erupted from the crowd.

It is An Shi Hongzhi.

Immediately afterwards, applause rang out from the other side as well.

She's a quiet junior.

The students looked at each other in bewilderment, and then a few scattered claps rang out across the open space.

In just a moment, all the students were applauding Shirakawa.

"Akira Shirakawa! A hero!" Hiroshi Anshi suddenly shouted from the crowd.

"Shirakawa Akira!! Shirakawa Akira!!" The crowd cheered and applauded, creating a lively atmosphere.

Faced with everyone's cheers, Shirakawa didn't know whether to accept it calmly or continue explaining.

He knocked Yoshioka unconscious with his spider legs, didn't anyone care?

As if they had planned it, the security personnel, police, and medical staff from the Hoshimiya family entered the campus just after the incident was over.

The thugs scattered and fled, like monkeys fleeing when the tree falls; they had clearly lost their previous ferocity.

Police and the Hoshimiya family's security personnel went to arrest them.

The Hoshimiya family's doctors rushed forward to provide treatment to the injured students.

Akaza finally broke free from the group and limped over to Nikaido's side.

"Cousin, cousin~~" The woman, even stronger and taller than Yoshioka, squatted down next to Nikaido and cried loudly.

"Excuse me, we're here to check your injuries. Please step aside," said the Hoshimiya family's doctor.

Akaza moved back a little while crying.

Several doctors gathered together, opened their medical kits, and took out bandages and alcohol to prepare for medical treatment.

The lead doctor placed a stethoscope on Nikaido's body, listening to her left and right, and even pulled down her eyelids to check her pupils.

He parted her hair again and glanced at the bleeding spot.

They exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with confusion.

He then put the bandages and alcohol back into the first-aid kit, packed his things, and prepared to leave.

Akaza was dumbfounded.

The doctors...they...gave up on treatment...

In other words... my cousin... she's dead...

"Cousin!!! Cousin!!! Ahhhhh! How am I going to explain this to my aunt and uncle?!" Akaza slammed her fist on the ground, crying her eyes out.

My cousin is only in her second year of high school. She has a bright future ahead of her, while I am already a decadent social outcast. I should be the one who dies, not my cousin!

"Hello, you may have misunderstood. Miss, you are not injured and do not need treatment."

"She's not injured? How is that possible? Her head was bleeding from the blow, waaaaah, my cousin!"

The medical staff couldn't bear to watch any longer. They took out handkerchiefs from their pockets and quickly handed them to Akaza: "Wipe the blood off her head, and you'll know."

There were other people who needed treatment, so the doctors didn't linger and left with their medical kits.

Akaza parted Nikaido's short hair and carefully wiped it, especially the areas where blood had pooled, only to find nothing on it.