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

Miike Naeko looked at Shirakawa, whom she had been tormenting for half the day, who was sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, looking helpless.

I don't know why, but I really want to tease him.

“Everything that needed to be done has been taken care of, Officer Miike. Can you go back now?” Shirakawa asked.

"You, a sinner, dare to express any dissatisfaction towards me?"

"No, no, I just wanted to rest a bit after a day of school..."

As Shirakawa spoke, it was as if a criminal was begging her for leniency.

"Give me your phone and your house key." Miike Naeko held out her hand, her index finger still glistening with saliva.

"for..."

"Stop talking nonsense and give it to me now."

Are all women in "wise maniac" mode so irritable?

Shirakawa retrieved the phone and the spare key to the room and handed them to Miike Naeko.

Miike Naeko quickly made a move and sternly warned, "I've already added your Line number. If you try to find the cameras in the room, I'll warn you on Line the first time, and the second time I'll break down the door with my men!"

"Okay, I understand."

Miike Naeko, carrying a shoulder bag, packed her things, clutched a USB drive in her small hand, and left Shirakawa's apartment impatiently.

Shirakawa got up, went to the leather gaming chair, and took some tissues to wipe the holy water off it bit by bit.

I poured some water from the kitchen onto it and wiped it again.

Shirakawa takes good care of his things, especially his favorite gaming chair.

After finishing everything, Shirakawa remembered the miniature cameras around him that were monitoring him.

I always feel very uncomfortable when people are watching me.

Oh right, I haven't used that gym VIP card yet.

Before it got dark, Shirakawa decided to go out for a stroll around the area and check out the gym.

42. Boxing at the gym!

Following the address on the VIP card, Shirakawa arrived at the commercial district.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and all kinds of shops are available.

Besides the usual facilities like hotels and banks that Shirakawa had seen before, there were also shops like CD stores, comic book stores, figurine stores, and gashapon arcades. There were even scantily clad maids soliciting customers on the street.

There were many entertainment options available, and although Shirakawa was curious, he still headed towards the gym.

If you can't improve combat power through the system, then artificially increase it.

Before long, Shirakawa arrived in front of a magnificent two-story low building.

Right, check the address information on the card, yes, this is it.

A sign at the entrance reads "Xinggong Comprehensive Sports and Fitness Center." Looking inside, the receptionists are all young and beautiful women.

It's not some ordinary gym you can find anywhere.

There's a metal access control bar next to the reception desk, lying there horizontally.

"Hello, are you here to see someone?" The receptionist saw a student-looking person come in and naturally assumed that he was a relative of a member or employee.

"No, I just came here to take a look." Shirakawa handed the VIP card to the front desk.

Upon seeing this, the receptionist instantly put on a friendly smile, took the card, placed it on the sensor to read it, and checked the card information on the computer.

"It's Mr. Shirakawa Akira, isn't it?"

"That's right, that's right."

Is this your first time here?

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, please wait a moment in the waiting area." The receptionist bowed and winked at another receptionist next to her.

Another receptionist came out and quickly ran into the gym.

What are you doing? Why are you making such a fuss?

Shirakawa thought he could go in after handing over the card, but to his surprise, they all acted as if some important person had come, running around busily.

In just a few minutes, a neat and handsome young man in a suit walked up to Shirakawa.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a trendy hairstyle and a rather robust physique.

"Hello, Mr. Shirakawa," the young man said with a smile. "I'm the manager here. Since this is your first time visiting after you've completed your VIP membership, I'll show you around. This way, please." The manager gestured for him to enter.

Shirakawa followed behind him.

After passing through the access control gate, you enter the inner room, which is a fairly large gymnasium.

There are several basketball courts in the middle, and table tennis, tennis, and even badminton courts on both sides. The area is even comparable to a small park.

"All sports and leisure activities are on this floor. If you're socially awkward, we can also arrange for a professional coach to train with you." The manager then pointed to the vending machine and convenience store next door, "All purchases here are free with your VIP card."

The vending machines are full of energy bars, chocolates, and energy drinks, while the convenience store sells rice balls, bento boxes, oden, and various other foods.

After being tormented by Miike that evening, Shirakawa hadn't eaten much, so he bought a rice ball at a convenience store and ate it on the way.

After they had looked around the first floor, the manager led Shirakawa to the elevator.

Installing an elevator on just two floors is truly extravagant.

"Where would you like to visit first? The second floor is where we conduct weight loss or combat training courses, and the basement is where we have a gym and swimming pool," the manager asked respectfully.

Oh, there was a basement too.

"Can I use my VIP card to take courses too?"

"Of course, you can also choose your own coach. As long as it doesn't conflict with the schedules of other VIP guests, you can take classes at any time."

This gym VIP card is really great!

It seems I misunderstood this system!

"Let's go downstairs and take a look first."

When I got downstairs, I was greeted by a large display of trophies and photos of fitness instructors.

There are men and women on the list, with all sorts of honors, such as graduates of sports schools, national-level athletes, and champions of various competitions.

Shirakawa's attention was drawn to one of the photos. It showed a red-haired woman in a white Taoist robe with the name "Akaza Sakine" written above her. Her honor was the women's lightweight fighting runner-up. She looked familiar, but the photo was overly beautified, and the background behind her was distorted by various filters, making it difficult for Shirakawa to remember who she was.

"This is our new fitness instructor. She mainly teaches women's self-defense techniques, boxing, Sanda, and other combat self-defense skills. She's very popular here. If you'd like to take her class, we can go upstairs to check it out later."

"Okay, no rush, let me take a look here first."

The manager led Shirakawa deeper into the area.

"This is where we swim and exercise."

The spacious room was filled with all kinds of fitness equipment, some of which Shirakawa couldn't even name.

Each treadmill has a small TV hanging on it, and people running on it can use a remote control to select programs.

The treadmill faces the swimming pool, which is separated by a huge transparent glass wall. Handsome men and beautiful women are playing and swimming in the large pool.

In the corner, dumbbells of different sizes were displayed, and several muscular men were doing dumbbell curls, all smiling and greeting the manager.

"Hey, long time no see! What brings you here today?"

"We brought our new VIP here for a visit, so please take good care of him."

The muscular men stared intently at the skinny student in front of them, an aura of masculinity filling the air.

"Of course, young man. I often work out here in the afternoon and evening. You can ask me for advice if you have any questions about the movements or fitness."

"Hey, how long have you been practicing? You've probably forgotten all the beginner's routines. Come practice with me, little brother."

"Thank you, I just came here to take a look around today." Shirakawa quickly thanked him, but then he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure stepping out of the water like a lotus emerging from the water.

She had short, slightly messy yellow hair, wore a bear-patterned swimsuit, had a subtle S-shaped figure, and her waist and abdomen had faintly visible abs. Her physique was slightly strong, but not off-putting.

Her firm, fleshy thighs were covered with a thin film of water, the water droplets and the reflection of the film creating a dazzling effect, making her the focus of the pool.

Misaki Nikaido.

However, a hint of melancholy appeared on her face, and she seemed indifferent.

What's she doing here? Did something bother her and she came here to clear her head?

That makes sense; it's not surprising that someone like her, a big sister, would be checking in at the gym.

"Hello, Mr. Shirakawa, although you are a VIP, it would be best not to stare at a girl for so long."

"Ah, I know this person, he's my high school classmate."

"Oh, is that so? Shall we go in and say hello?"