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

In his dazed state, Shirakawa heard Akaza arguing with a woman.

The pillow seemed to have a feminine scent, not the milky fragrance of Aunt Kana, but more like a natural and wild aroma.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a small rented room, sitting naked on the sofa, with a man and a woman in front of him.

The woman had a black ponytail and, although she was tall and imposing, her skin was meticulously maintained, making her look more like a woman than Akaza.

The man next to him was wearing a suit and glasses. He was not particularly handsome, but his eyes revealed the shrewdness unique to businessmen.

“Akaza, think it over again? Don’t dwell on past grievances. Just step onto the field and you’ll earn a fortune,” the man said.

"I'm not holding a grudge!" Akaza said, but his fist was already clenched, slamming heavily on the coffee table. "They tampered with my water glass so close to the competition, how could I hold a grudge over something like that, right?"

This startled the man, who immediately hid behind the woman.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Akaza. We're here to invite you, not to argue with you."

"Takahashi Shin, don't be complacent just because you won the championship. You're nothing but a puppet of those people, a pawn that can be discarded at any time."

"What chess piece? I've made money anyway," said the woman named Takahashi Shin, walking slowly with her hands behind her back, looking around Akaza's rented room. When she came to Shirakawa, he immediately closed his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, the runner-up of the free fighting competition lives in a place like this. Hey? Is this your boyfriend? He's quite good-looking."

"What's it to you?"

“It’s alright, but if you agree to participate in the competition, our professional doctors will heal your leg before the competition, and the compensation will be enough for you to live a better life.” Takahashi Shin led the man to the door and pushed open the security door. “Think it over carefully, Akaza Sakine.”

After saying that, the two left the rented room.

After closing the door, Shirakawa also sat up.

My head still hurts.

The power of lust within his body was completely exhausted for some unknown reason.

Last night's memories after getting drunk were fragmented, and Shirakawa couldn't remember what exactly happened.

"Awake?" Akaza stood up and rummaged through the drawers of the TV cabinet.

"Hmm, where...where is this?"

“This is my house.” Akaza took out a small bottle of hangover medicine and tossed it to Shirakawa. “Take this, it will make you feel better.”

"Thank you."

After taking the hangover medicine, Shirakawa became a little more lucid and realized that he was naked under the covers.

Could it be that I was taken advantage of by Akaza-san while I was still unconscious?

The image of Akaza's incredibly strong body moving against him flashed through Shirakawa's mind...

......

I can't even imagine it.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything. I just helped you take off your clothes." Akaza, leaning on his cane, went to the refrigerator, took out a few rice balls he bought from 711-Eleven, and heated them in the microwave.

"Who were those two people just now?" Shirakawa asked curiously.

“I signed up for a free fighting tournament before, and that guy was the champion. The man next to him used to be my coach.” Akaza took a heated rice ball out of the microwave and threw it at Shirakawa. “Don’t ask so many questions. Finish your rice ball, get dressed, and hurry home.”

"I don't think that Takahashi Shin is as strong as you, how did he beat you?"

Seeing Shirakawa's curious gaze, Akaza sighed and began to recount their past.

......

three years ago.

In the free fighting arena, inside the octagon.

Akaza was covered in blood and drenched in sweat.

The opponent lay on the ground, unconscious.

The referee raised Akaza's hand.

At the same time, the host announced: "Let's congratulate Akaza Sakine on her emergency final!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause.

Akaza stepped out of the octagon, where he was greeted by the man who had been standing next to Takahashi, who was now Akaza's coach.

"Well done, Akaza." The coach handed Akaza a bottle of energy drink.

"Ah," Akaza responded, then grabbed an energy drink and chugged it down. The intense pain and exhaustion left her speechless.

The two walked back to the athletes' private rest room.

Sitting in the lounge was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, slightly overweight, with a gold ring on his finger.

Upon seeing the two arrive, the middle-aged man immediately stood up to greet them.

Akaza and the coach were quite strange; the boxers' lounge was a very private place, and outsiders were not allowed to enter without permission.

How did this middle-aged man get in?

Before the two could ask, the middle-aged man smiled, took out his business card, bowed slightly, and handed it to them.

"Thank you both for your hard work. I am Miura Kumaji. I would like to discuss business cooperation with Ms. Akaza."

Akaza slumped onto the sofa in the lounge: "What agreement?"

The middle-aged man took a folder from his briefcase, placed it in front of Akaza, and opened it.

The agreement essentially stipulated that Akaza would work for the Miura Group, with all commercial activities, including advertising, films, and endorsements, being arranged by the Miura Group, which would then share the profits.

"As long as you sign this contract, my team and I can guarantee that you will win the championship. What an inspiring story it is that an ordinary woman, without professional training, overcame numerous obstacles and hardships to finally win the championship! As long as you are willing to accept, our Miura Group will definitely make you a rising star in the boxing world."

"Guarantee me to win the championship? How can you guarantee that?" Akaza asked.

"You don't need to worry about that, we have our own way of doing it," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Fraudulent match-fixing?" Akaza asked.

The middle-aged man smiled without saying a word, as if he had tacitly agreed.

"Sorry, I won't do such a thing. I want to win the game fair and square." Akaza closed the contract and handed it back to the middle-aged man.

"Please think about it again."

"What are you considering? You want me to do something so dishonorable? And this agreement of yours binds me to the Miura Group. Doesn't that make me your group's puppet?" Akaza roared. "Take your agreement and leave here."

“Since Miss Akaza has made up her mind, then I will not disturb you any longer.” Miura Kumaji bowed deeply and left the lounge.

......

"Later," Akaza took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and opened it, "when I was fighting Takahashi Shin, the coach handed me a bottle of strange water. After drinking it, I felt weak all over, and Takahashi took the opportunity to knock me out."

"There was a problem with the water, didn't you file a complaint?"

"I appealed, but it was useless. I don't know how much money Miura bribed. Even my coach changed his tune and went to Takahashi. The two of them became 'partners' of the Miura Group, taking on advertising and endorsements."

"I never knew you, Akaza-nee, had such a past..."

"It's in the past."

Akaza looked dejected, picked up a beer, and gulped it down.

"Then what did they come looking for you about just now?"

“The media made unfounded accusations and reported on some of Takahashi’s misdeeds. The audience suspected that the match three years ago was rigged. She came to me and wanted me to participate in an exhibition match, and then deliberately lost to clear her name.”

So, are you going?

"I would never throw a match, not before, and not now. Besides, my leg isn't fully healed yet..."

"That's it."

Ring ring, Shirakawa's cell phone rang.

It was Miike who sent it on Line.

Shirakawa then realized it was already noon.

"Sorry, Akaza-nee, I have to go."

"Be careful, you little jerk. Oh, and if you want to drink more or have a chat, I'm always available," Akaza said.

"No, I don't want to drink myself into oblivion again... My head still hurts."

"Can't you recover? Why don't you just use that ability?"

“That’s not something you can just use whenever you want…” Shirakawa suddenly realized that Akaza was trying to trick him into revealing information.

Shirakawa said no more, got dressed, and left immediately.

Akaza looked at the empty room and took another big gulp of beer...

I feel a little lonely...

285. They really have a child.

in the hospital.