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

Shirakawa began to hesitate. Had Mito Sakura been infected by Maki?

31. The teacher found out...

In the huge, empty classroom.

Shirakawa observed Midori Sakura's retreating figure.

Petite and adorable, with slightly messy brown hair, she was incredibly endearing.

There's still some time before the end of PE class, so no students should return to the classroom during that time.

Should we just lift him up like that?

"Hey, you shut-in, hurry up." Mito Sakura didn't turn her head, but just twisted her body slightly, her skirt swaying gently, the amplitude was large, but it just covered the spring scenery under the skirt.

Mido Sakura often hangs out with sexy girls and has little experience interacting with men. Any guys she gets to know even slightly are driven away by her sharp tongue and end up as just ordinary acquaintances.

But Shirakawa is different. She always has that carefree, laughing attitude and never gets tired of me. She can always manipulate me.

Or perhaps, I am the one being manipulated?

Mito Sakura breathed softly, filled with anticipation for their first embrace and a sense of guilt for doing something wrong behind her sister's back.

The two emotions intertwined and spiraled upwards, creating a rather wonderful feeling.

"You shut-in..."

Boom!

Shirakawa suddenly hugged her, his hands tightly embracing Mitsu Sakura's slender figure. Mitsu Sakura's back pressed against Shirakawa's chest, the scorching heat seeming to melt Shirakawa's body.

The two exchanged body heat.

Midori Sakura's head could barely touch Shirakawa's collarbone, and she felt as if Shirakawa's body was wrapped in a large net, giving her a unique sense of security.

Shirakawa wanted to finish the battle quickly while no one was around.

But when he looked down, he saw the large cleavage revealed by Midori's open neckline.

Awkwardly averting his gaze, his rational mind yearned to ask Sakura, "Is it alright now?"

Then let go immediately.

But Sakura's body was fair and tender with a subtle fragrance, soft yet hot, and no normal man could resist such temptation.

Midori Sakura was also greedily feeling Shirakawa's body, and couldn't help but regret why she hadn't used the front just now.

On the positive side...

Midori rubbed her large breasts.

These extra pounds should come in handy someday.

Midori touched it a few times, and her body reacted strangely. The more she thought about it, the more rapid her breathing became and the more agitated she felt.

No, that's not enough!

Midori Sakura tiptoed, gently raised her head, and looked at Shirakawa's profile.

It's quite pretty, isn't it?

She reached out her small hand and gently stroked Shirakawa's cheek, turning Shirakawa's face a little closer to her.

Their eyes met, yearning for each other.

There's no going back!

Why didn't you guys go to PE class?

Suddenly, the uninvited guest, Mr. Akita, stood at the door and spoke sternly.

Another student skipped class to flirt in the classroom; it's truly a disgrace to discipline.

Upon hearing the sound, Shirakawa quickly released Mitsu Sakura.

Mr. Akita took a closer look.

It's Shirakawa again?

That one next to me should be Nikaido...

Midori took a step to the side, her pretty face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Midori Cherry Blossom?

Is she the younger sister of disciplinary committee member Mito Maki?

Akita-sensei rubbed her eyes. Was she seeing things because she was sleep-deprived?

No, you read that right!

Hiss~~~~~~

this......

"Both of you, come to my office."

......

office.

It was empty; the other teachers must have been teaching classes.

Ms. Akita sat down in her seat. Her black teacher's uniform accentuated her unique figure. She looked quite young, like a recent college graduate. However, her dark circles and unkempt hair were a slight drawback; otherwise, she would have been even more beautiful.

Midori Sakura and Shirakawa stood side by side, waiting to be scolded.

“Mitu Sakura, even though you asked me for leave, you still need to be mindful of discipline at school. If this gets out, it will leave a bad impression on the school.”

"Yes." Midori Sakura lowered her head, her hands clasped together, fiddling with her fingers slightly, looking quite remorseful.

"Alright, be more careful next time. Go back and get some rest."

Is this the end?

"Mmm." Midori nodded, and as she turned to leave, she gave Shirakawa a look, as if to tell him to take care.

Looks like I'm doomed...

"Shirakawa-san, your problem is much more serious than hers."

Shirakawa nodded.

"First of all, you didn't ask me for leave from PE class..."

"Um, I don't know where to take it, and I haven't taken any electives yet."

Ms. Akita frowned. Indeed, she had forgotten to arrange a physical education class for Shirakawa.

“Then you should come to the office first, instead of staying in the classroom.” After saying that, Ms. Akita couldn’t help but yawn widely, rummaging through the mountain of reports.

Shirakawa desperately wanted to know why she was so exhausted as a fallen heroine, and whether there was some unspeakable relationship between her and Principal Ito, but he couldn't find a suitable angle to approach the question.

He is now a student being punished, and suddenly asks the teacher why he is so sleepy today.

It was both awkward and something felt off.

We still need to find a good time.

Suddenly, a brightly colored card fell out from the pile of files.

Akita-sensei didn't seem to notice.

Shirakawa's intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with the card.

He stretched out his foot, firmly stepped on the small card, and gently dragged it in his direction.

The movement wasn't very obvious, but the tired Akita-sensei noticed it slightly.

"My legs are getting tired from standing, so I'll move around a bit."

Shirakawa quickly explained.

The teacher didn't think much of it and continued searching for the files.

A moment later, a report was pulled out, which listed the requirements and supplementary items for various physical education elective courses.

"This is my mistake. You just transferred schools and haven't adapted to school life yet, so I won't punish you this time." Ms. Akita handed the form to Shirakawa. "Fill this out and hand it to me tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

"Also, the textbooks I ordered for you will arrive tomorrow. Remember to pick them up at the classroom."

"Understood, Akita-sensei."

"Oh, right, and also, although teachers shouldn't pry into students' private lives, but..." Akita-sensei hesitated a bit.

"Yesterday she was overly intimate with Nikaido, and now she's with Midori Sakura... It's a bit much, you know what I mean."

"I know, teacher, I will be careful."

For a moment, Akita-sensei couldn't tell whether Shirakawa was pretending to be stupid or just naturally naive.

"It's not a matter of being careful or not. High school should prioritize academics. Don't get involved in any messy things. You can still have relationships in college, and it's best to be focused on one person. Casting a wide net makes it easy to get..." Akita-sensei hesitated, then stopped.