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

Akaza did not let go of Shirakawa's hand, and stepped on the protective gear on Shirakawa's chest.

Shirakawa tried to struggle to get up, but couldn't.

Akaza's feet were pressed against Shirakawa's chest, and looking up from below, all the highlights of her figure were on full display.

To be honest, it has a wild and unrestrained beauty.

Akaza leaned forward slightly and said to Shirakawa, "That punch was pretty good. For a beginner, I'd give it a 7 out of 10."

"Um... thank you?"

"100 points is the maximum score".

"Thankfully, it wasn't zero."

"Hahahahaha." Akaza's hearty laughter echoed in the large classroom.

"You're really good, even by the standard of a sandbag."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I'll listen to your explanation this time. Go ahead and try to justify your scumbag behavior. If it satisfies me, I'll let you go."

“Um…” Shirakawa organized his thoughts for a moment, “It’s basically that Nikaido and the other girls were always being harassed by scumbags, so I chased them away, and during that time I developed all sorts of connections and relationships with them.”

"So, how can you be sure those are scumbags?" Akaza pressed her foot down harder, continuing to question Shirakawa, "You're close to those scumbags, do you know them?"

Of course, Shirakawa couldn't say that these were the results of his three days and three nights of intense work on butter production.

"I've heard some bad rumors about them at school."

"Based on those bad rumors, you're really sure about their background? And what's your relationship with them that makes you so concerned?" Akaza's words were sharp and insightful. "Even if they were hurt by scumbags, it's none of your business..."

"The consequences will be far more serious, and I have reasons to do it."

"These are just self-comforting excuses from those scumbags. You could have just dated only one of them and given up on the others. You're just making excuses to justify having multiple relationships."

“If that’s what you think, I can’t argue with you, but…” Shirakawa struggled a little more, “I really don’t want to hurt any of them, whether mentally or physically.”

As Shirakawa spoke, his eyes were fixed on Akaza.

Akaza was also looking at Shirakawa, trying to discern his true intentions from his eyes.

Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Interesting, very interesting. Give me your phone." Akaza put down Shirakawa's hand, but his foot remained on Shirakawa's body.

Shirakawa lay on the ground, struggling to pull his phone out of his pocket and hand it to Akaza.

"I've added you on Line. I'll give you lessons Monday through Friday evenings, but..."

"but?"

“But if one day, Nikaido comes to me crying, saying that Shirakawa abandoned her or something like that…” Akaza clenched her fist, which was the size of a small sandbag, in front of Shirakawa, “next time I’ll beat you up, I won’t be wearing protective gear.”

"I understand, but can't we have classes on Saturdays and Sundays?"

Shirakawa's campus life has been exceptionally busy these past few days; he probably only has six days off to focus on his studies.

"No time, I need to rest too, sleep in, and drink!"

"Okay, okay..." Shirakawa had no choice but to admit defeat.

The crisp clinking of keys and the turning of the lock came from the doorway.

Nikaido and a beautiful silver-haired woman opened the door and happened to see Akaza stepping on Shirakawa.

Behind the silver-haired beauty were a pair of burly bodyguards in suits, who were just as imposing as Akaza.

"Bai Chuan, are you alright, cousin? You didn't have to go so far!"

When Akaza saw his cousin arrive, he moved his legs away, and Nikaido quickly came to Shirakawa's side and helped him up.

"Oh, Akaza, how could you trample on our VIP client?" The beautiful woman quickly stepped forward, feigning concern for Shirakawa's injuries.

"No, Mr. Hoshimiya, we were just practicing self-defense." Akaza was clearly a little nervous, and his tone of voice became hurried.

Alas, people die for wealth and birds die for food. Who would have thought that the runner-up in the fighting competition who beat himself up for so long was most afraid of his boss?

Why did you come up here?

"Your cousin was rushing up, so of course I came to check on her," the noblewoman named Hoshimiya said with a smile that was both captivating and alluring.

If Mitsu Kana is a plump, voluptuous woman next door, then this woman is a youthful-looking young lady who defies age, making it difficult to guess her exact age.

The high-slit long skirt revealed two slender, white legs with skin as white as snow, clearly well-maintained. She wore white high heels adorned with diamonds, her long, silver-white hair was styled in an updo, and she held a small wallet in her hand, which also appeared to be a designer brand. Her eyes were dreamy, and she exuded a shrewd yet alluring aura.

The snake, the kind that coils in the shadows, best describes her temperament.

"Is he really just practicing self-defense?" Hoshimiya asked, glancing at Shirakawa. He was wearing the same school uniform as her daughter and looked like an immature high school student.

That shrewd gaze made Shirakawa uncomfortable.

“Of course,” Shirakawa replied.

Not exposing Akaza is also doing her a favor, after all, she is Nikaido's older sister and has strong fighting power. It is important to maintain a good relationship with her, and I will need to learn from her in the future.

The lady looked at Shirakawa's slightly reddened body, pondered for a moment, then took out a wad of colorful banknotes from her wallet and threw them in front of Shirakawa.

"This is the compensation I'm giving to our VIP members. I hope you can forget what happened today."

The implication is that he shouldn't be allowed to go around talking about his experience. After all, the negative rumors caused by a VIP member speaking ill of the gym can be very damaging, and could even be used by competitors to suppress him.

Logically speaking, Shirakawa could have claimed even more, but the beautiful woman was quite confident. She figured a mere high school student couldn't possibly think that far ahead; he would surely be overjoyed and cry tears of happiness after receiving the money.

But the truth is quite the opposite. Shirakawa thought of this problem. Judging from the manager's attitude and the level of discounts, VIP status should not be something that ordinary people can apply for. If this scandal gets out, it will definitely cause a huge uproar.

But what if this Star Palace boss secretly gets rid of me?

Can that righteous partner, who is actually a policewoman whose mind is full of fear, save her own life?

probably not.

Then I have no choice but to accept the money. One should not be greedy.

Thus, despite their different perspectives on the problem, Hoshimiya and Shirakawa arrived at the same conclusion.

“Of course,” Hoshimiya suddenly looked up at Akaza and said, “all of this money will be deducted from your salary.”

This constellation really doesn't suffer any losses!

"Huh?!" Akaza exclaimed in surprise, his face turning unusually awkward. "Um, I still have to pay the installment for my motorcycle at the end of the month..."

“We’re all adults, we have to take responsibility for our actions. If you regret it, then regret venting your emotions in a place where you shouldn’t have. I have things to do, so you’d better watch yourself.” Hoshiguma then turned and left.

Nikaido was completely unaware of the complexities involved; he was simply concerned about Shirakawa's injuries.

"Cousin, look what you've done to my little brother." Nikaido gently touched Shirakawa's wound.

"It's alright, it's alright, we were just sparring, it's okay, boss." Shirakawa reassured Nikaido and gently squeezed her hand.

Damn it, Akaza thought to himself, pounding his chest in frustration. It was his pretentious act that had fooled his not-so-bright cousin. What a jerk! Ugh!

Despite feeling a thousand helpless thoughts, Akaza had to put on a smiling face because Shirakawa held her life in his hands.

"Um, Shirakawa-kun, I have a favor to ask..."

"What?" Akaza's sudden change in expression startled Shirakawa.

"Could you lend me some money for the installment payments on my motorcycle...?"

"No, I'm sorry," Shirakawa refused. "I also need this money, so I can't give it to you right now."

"Hey, Misaki, could you try to persuade your boyfriend to be lenient? I promise I'll pay you back with interest next month when I get my salary." Akaza emphasized the word "boyfriend," sounding a little reluctant.

Adults are adults. Just now she was pinning him down and beating him up, telling Bai Chuan to stay away from her cousin, but now she's tacitly accepting Bai Chuan as her cousin's boyfriend just for a few installments.

That's really...very skillful.

Shirakawa couldn't find the words to describe it either.

Upon hearing the words "boyfriend," Nikaido blushed and felt a little smug, as if he had eaten honey. He then advised Shirakawa, "Oh, little Shirakawa, please have pity on my cousin."

"What if she can't pay it back?"

“If she can’t pay me back, forget it. I’ll go after her family and find her parents.” Nikaido said, patting her large breasts.

“I’ll buy you a drink,” Akaza quickly added.

"I should still be considered a minor."

In Japan, it is illegal for people under the age of 20 to drink alcohol.

However, Shirakawa concealed his true age.

Anyway, I'm just old enough to start drinking.

"I know a good place..." Akaza said quickly, seeing that there seemed to be a way.

"No, this is the only thing out of the question." Shirakawa said this, knowing that once the money was lent, it was gone forever, although Akaza's personality suggested she was unlikely to renege on the debt...

“However, I have an even better idea,” Shirakawa said with a smile.

45. Take a break