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

Akaza clenched his fist and threw an uppercut at Shirakawa's abdomen.

Shirakawa was knocked slightly off the ground by the punch, and his protective gear made a crisp sound. Although he was not directly injured, the huge impact made Shirakawa feel pain and he took several steps back, coughing a few times.

"Ahem~ Uh, well, I really didn't do anything bad to Nikaido."

"Having been intimate with multiple women, let me think, I think her name is something like Mido, right?" Akaza got into a fighting stance, the battle making her blood boil. "By the way, I just hit your stomach. If this hits you, at best you'll feel nauseous and vomit, at worst your nearby organs will be damaged, and it could even be life-threatening. Please use it to defend yourself against thugs."

“Those are my neighbors, I was just going home with them.”

"I see, I see." Akaza raised his knee and delivered a side kick, taking advantage of the height difference, the kick was aimed at Shirakawa's head.

Shirakawa braced himself with both hands, barely managing to block the attack.

"Does that mean neighbors can be fed by hand? Is hamburger patty really that delicious? I want to try it too!" Akaza delivered another side kick, striking Shirakawa's hands that were being held up.

Was it when she was feeding Mitsu Sakura the hamburger patties? How did she know?

"There was a reason for that."

"There's a reason for this, huh! Men like you, juggling multiple relationships at the same time and still talking big here, can't you keep your distance from other people when you're dating them?" Akaza raised his leg high this time and delivered a powerful downward kick, striking Shirakawa's forehead hard with his foot.

Shirakawa was struck down and knelt on the ground. He knew that his opponent was an insurmountable mountain.

If his opponent were blond, he would have already started racking his brains to figure out a way to take her down on the spot.

But she wasn't some damned blondie who deserved to die; she was just Nikaido's cousin.

Seeing that Shirakawa had lost his will to fight, Akaza also lost interest. Her colleague was right; there was no need to make a big deal out of a high school student.

"I won't interfere in your private life. I only have one request: from now on, stay away from Misaki Nikaido and don't have any contact with her." Akaza was turned around, and the adhesive tape under his freestyle boxing gloves slowly came off.

Sigh, this was just a warm-up, it was really boring.

"I'm sorry, I can't agree to that."

"What?" Akaza turned around and saw Shirakawa standing up, his forehead slightly red.

Nikaido is still one of those who have fallen, and it's impossible for him to give up now.

At this moment, what came to Shirakawa's mind were the defeated CGs of those heroines, being sold and used as toys. They were originally full of bright futures, but they were thrown into dark alleys and treated as O-type toys.

After getting to know them personally, Shirakawa discovered that, apart from having a slight liking for SeSe, they were no different from normal people. They had joys and sorrows, soft hearts, hobbies, and things they held onto, just like everyone else.

Although it's unclear to what extent I can intervene after I appear, the problem of the blond-haired guy hasn't been solved yet, so it's not time to give up.

Akaza saw Shirakawa stand up and slowly stuck the adhesive tape back onto his boxing gloves.

Fighting is fun!

After Akaza left the competition, even when she tried to find a sparring partner, the other person would be scared away by her physique, which meant that she had never been able to find a suitable "punching bag". Unexpectedly, this male high school student persevered.

It's really great.

But this persistence is probably just talk.

This kind of scumbag is good with words; he'll probably be begging for mercy on his knees in less than three rounds.

Akaza loved it so much—the feeling of each punch landing hard, of hurting each other, and of tearing those hypocritical masks to shreds with her fists.

"In that case," Akaza exclaimed excitedly, clapping his fists together, his arm muscles bulging, "Let's begin round two!"

44. The First Appearance of the Star Palace Family

Misaki Nikaido had just come out of the pool area and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I absentmindedly applied some shampoo, rubbed it on my head, and started scratching my head haphazardly.

A large amount of white foam emerged, mixed with a slight "industrial product" smell.

She turned on the shower, and water sprayed out like a showerhead. Foam flowed down the contours of her body, making her curvaceous figure even more prominent. The bear swimsuit contrasted with her rather strong physique, giving her a charmingly unexpected look.

How to do it?

Seeing the way her cousin crushed the beer bottle, she realized she must have said something wrong and made her misunderstand Shirakawa.

However, she was telling the truth. After waking up in the infirmary, her mind was a little foggy, and she couldn't remember what had happened.

Her cousin's appearance reminded her of the feeling she had before. After returning home that day, she felt something strange in her body, like a feeling of being expanded.

At the time, she thought it was just a hallucination caused by the psychological pressure of experiencing something unsettling.

Hmm... but Shirakawa said he didn't do anything bad to himself...

No, no, no, I must be overthinking it. My little brother wouldn't lie to me!

But he was with the Mido sisters at the school gate...

She was probably just going home with her neighbor.

The simple-minded and somewhat clumsy Nikaido had already come up with all the reasons for Shirakawa's arrival.

What makes Nikaido most uneasy right now is his older cousin. She will definitely find Shirakawa after school tomorrow and take revenge.

From a young age, her older cousin led her to fight every day, beating many troublesome boys to the point of hospitalization. If Shirakawa fell into her hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

We need to come up with a solution quickly.

Nikaido went to the changing room, put on his casual clothes, and then took out a small mirror that his friend had borrowed to touch up his makeup.

Nikaido, the delinquent leader, always looked down on the idea that wearing makeup was something only weak, young girls did. However, in order to maintain his "image" in front of his older cousin, he had no choice but to do it.

Open your phone and check for unread messages.

Shirakawa's younger brother: [Boss, I'm with your cousin on the second floor, please help!]

what?

What's he doing here?

Nikaido hurriedly changed his shoes and ran frantically upstairs.

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Akaza Sakura raised her center of gravity, touched the ground with her toes, and her body became lighter. All the muscles in her body seemed to start to move, like the engine of a race car starting to run slowly.

Shirakawa kept a close eye on her every move. Winning was impossible, and there was only one way to break the deadlock: wait for Nikaido to come and stop her.

brush~

The fierce fist, carrying a gust of wind, struck Shirakawa's chest with lightning speed.

Shirakawa reacted in an instant and slightly turned his body to the side.

However, the body cannot keep up with the mind's reaction, and the punch still landed squarely. Fortunately, the angle of the punch reduced the force, preventing further damage.

Before Shirakawa could rest, Akaza Sakine continued her attack, landing several punches in succession. Shirakawa barely managed to defend himself by raising his arms.

The final roundhouse kick struck Shirakawa's shin, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"It's not too late to beg for mercy now." Akaza cracked his knuckles.

Shirakawa got up again, took a deep breath, and focused his attention.

He understood, of course, that Akaza had not yet used his full strength, and that his physique was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot compared to the lightweight runner-up.

But at the very least, we should retaliate once, just once.

Shirakawa still has some backbone; he can't just leave after getting a beating!

Unexpectedly, Akaza suddenly exerted force from his waist and hips, taking a step forward with incredible speed, as if he could teleport, and in an instant he was in front of Shirakawa.

There was no time to retreat! Shirakawa stared intently at her limbs, wondering where the next attack would come from.

Suddenly, he noticed that Akaza's right shoulder muscles were slightly bulging, as if he were gathering strength.

It's a right hook.

Shirakawa didn't dodge only after seeing the attack; instead, he anticipated the direction of the attack and dodged accordingly.

He leaned slightly forward, and the force of the punch swept past his head.

It's now!

Shirakawa mimicked Akaza's movements and threw an uppercut at Akaza's abdomen.

Of course, Shirakawa didn't go too far.

hit!

My old injury on my right hand is throbbing with pain.

"By the way, I hit your stomach. A hit from this will at least cause nausea and vomiting, and at worst... um..."

I forgot about it later.

"In severe cases, it can damage internal organs." Akaza laughed, suddenly grabbing Shirakawa's wrist. "You did a good job showing off, but unfortunately..."

Akaza pulled Shirakawa up with one hand, leaving Shirakawa's toes off the ground and his body suspended in the air. Akaza used his other hand to support the protective gear on Shirakawa's abdomen and lifted him up.

Akaza lifted her entire body up, making a graceful arc in the air before she crashed heavily to the ground with her back to it.

Over-the-shoulder throw, no, no, it should be called an over-the-head throw.

The fall made Shirakawa feel dizzy and see stars.

Indeed, the huge gap in physical fitness cannot be bridged by clever tricks.