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

"No, I'm a boy. What if you see something you shouldn't see? That would be terrible."

“It’s nothing serious,” Miike Naeko said. “You think I’d have any designs on a suspect as wicked as you? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Shirakawa was speechless. This Miike was so stubborn, no matter how he tried to explain, he couldn't understand.

"Please don't put it in the bathroom or toilet, give me a chance... I don't want to be seen naked while showering..."

"That's hard to say. I won't give someone like you any chance to escape."

Miike Naoko installed miniature cameras throughout the entire house, connected them to her mobile phone, and checked them over with her phone until everything was correct. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the computer screen.

Shirakawa was blindfolded and couldn't see what he was doing, otherwise...

Miike Naoko secretly sat down in the gaming chair and opened the folder containing the study materials.

Quickly browse the pages inside.

Seeing this, Miike Naoko's breathing became rapid, and her body temperature rose even higher.

Until her gaze fell on a cover.

[Amazing! The female prosecutor was forced into a trap]

The woman on the cover is dressed very similarly to Naoko Miike, only a bit more sensual.

Is this kind of subject matter even possible?

Miike Naoko typed the words "prosecutor" into the computer search bar.

Shirakawa was puzzled by the sudden sound of typing on the keyboard.

There are dozens of search results.

Out of curiosity or for some other reason, Miike Naeko clicked on the cover she had just seen.

The title is above.

Looking at the two-hour runtime, Miike Naeko was a little...

I can't wait.

The legs rubbed together gently, making a slight rustling sound from the pants.

When the eyes are blindfolded, the other five senses become more sensitive.

Shirakawa was like that; he noticed even the slightest movement, but he was still unsure of the source of the sound or what Miike Naeko was doing.

Miike Naeko didn't even finish watching the title of the opening sequence before she abruptly dragged the progress bar to the middle.

"Ah~ Ah~~"

The computer speakers emitted seductive, sensual moans from a young girl.

This startled Shirakawa.

Upon hearing this, Miike Naoko immediately and frantically paused the video.

"Ah, ah." She made a series of exaggerated "ah" sounds, as if clearing her throat. "My throat's a little sore, ah."

He clumsily tried to cover up the fact that he hadn't actually peeked.

"Drink more water, the weather is indeed a bit dry today."

Shirakawa also performed in coordination with Miike Naeko.

After all, if we expose her now, she might really get upset.

Miike Naoko turned the volume down to mute and then began to observe.

This was the first time she had seen such a thing, and she had a strange feeling, like Columbus discovering a new continent.

Some strange knowledge is entering her brain in a strange way.

Can this be done?

Is this even possible?

Wow?

Miike Naoko became more and more excited and engrossed as she watched, her body flushed, her long legs lifted and clamped onto the armrests of the chair.

A tingling, numb sensation near her thighs made her rub them gently.

The tight pants were pressed down by fingers, clinging to them as if being gently scraped with sandpaper.

It was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and Michiko was overwhelmed with grief.

The movements of the fingertips became faster and faster, and the rustling sound of the pants touching the fingertips became louder and louder.

Shirakawa curled his legs up to cover the parts of himself that needed to be covered.

He didn't point it out, but simply let Michiko do as she pleased.

When emotions run deep, one cannot control oneself.

"Ah~"

Miike Naoko couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and quickly covered her mouth with her other hand.

My body was still throbbing uncontrollably, and the chair creaked.

Shirakawa simply pretended to be dead, not moving an inch.

Seeing that Shirakawa didn't move, Miike Naeko wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. Noticing that her pants were soaked, she quickly went to the toilet to find some toilet paper to wipe herself.

No, that's just a drop in the ocean.

Michiko gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, scooped up some water in her hands, and sprinkled it on her pants to make it look like her pants had been splashed with water.

After completing the disguise, Miike Naeko came up with an excuse and slowly removed Shirakawa's blindfold.

Shirakawa closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to one side, and breathed evenly, pretending to be asleep.

Is he still asleep?

So Miike Naeko went all in, took out a USB drive, and copied all the short videos about the investigators onto the USB drive, intending to watch them carefully when she got home.

Shirakawa slightly opened his eyes, squinting through a small crack, secretly observing Miike Naeko's every move.

Insert the USB drive into the computer case and copy and paste.

There are still a few minutes left before the copy is successful.

Taking advantage of this break, bored, Miike Naeko decided to observe Shirakawa for a while.

To deal with this kind of criminal, you must know yourself and your enemy, in order to win every battle.

He looks alright, and he's quite slim, resembling the male lead in the short film I just saw.

They call him a prisoner, but no prisoner looks like that.

The people that Miike Naeko dealt with were basically all fierce-looking and shifty-eyed; you could tell at a glance they weren't good people.

But this one in front of me... no, no, you can't judge a book by its cover.

Miike Naoko drew closer and closer, scrutinizing Shirakawa with the eyes of someone observing rare animals.

Shirakawa also began to tense up. He couldn't let her see what was hidden by his legs, so he dared not squint anymore and had to close his eyes. Listening to the approaching footsteps, Shirakawa tried his best to relax his body, not daring to move an inch, and tried his best to appear natural.

Naoko Miike, whose mind was just beginning to awaken to love, was once again filled with various desires, and she became somewhat delirious.

Young and energetic, that's wonderful.

Ding!

The system notification sounded as loading was complete, instantly snapping Miike Naoko back to reality.

"Ok?"

Shirakawa pretended to be startled and sat up.

She's already finished; if she pretends to be asleep again, she might just do it again.

Not only is the chair completely unusable, but I might also end up getting hurt here.

Seeing that Shirakawa had woken up, Miike Naeko quickly unplugged the USB drive and explained, "I was checking if the connection was correct."

"Oh, I see. Officer Miike, now that you've done everything you need to, could you please remove my blindfold and unlock my handcuffs? My hands are numb."

Miike Naeko removed her blindfold, and Shirakawa was finally able to open his eyes and look at Miike Naeko openly.

Her once dashing figure was now marred by large patches of red on her face, her forehead was damp, and her ears were bright red, as if they were dripping blood.

Her slightly heaving chest was a little damp, and her pants were even damper. Although it was well covered up, the wisps of heat and strange smell emanating from her private parts gave her away.

He breathed hot air from his lips and looked down at Shirakawa, who was sitting on the bed, with an expression that would make any man's heart flutter.

Shirakawa tried hard to control his facial expressions, and tightened his leg curl even more.

"Give me your hand, I'll help you unlock the handcuffs."

Shirakawa nodded and turned slightly to the side.

Gala, gala.

The handcuffs were unlocked, and Shirakawa rubbed his red wrists.