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

"Wow! That felt great!"

Shirakawa and Akaza sped along the abandoned mountain road on their motorcycles.

The brand-new motorcycle roared, echoing through the lush mountain stream.

Akaza grabbed the handlebars from behind Shirakawa, forcing the scumbag she hated to sit in front of her, Akaza's chin pressing slightly against Shirakawa's head.

"If you dare lean back, I'll kill you!"

Because just a few centimeters from Shirakawa's back is Akaza's sensitive area.

"What did you say?"

The mountain wind was quite biting, scraping against Shirakawa's cheeks like sandpaper. The two people's voices were also carried away by the cold wind, making it impossible to hear what Akaza was saying.

"I said! Don't lean back!"

"Lean back???" Shirakawa shouted.

"It's alright!!!" Akaza felt he had given an unnecessary reminder.

As the sun sets and twilight descends, the fiery red of the sunset paints half the sky, while white clouds are arranged in tiers, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene from any angle.

Akaza stopped at a corner of an abandoned highway. Shirakawa got out of the car, stood by the roadside, admired the sunset, and took out his phone to take a few photos of the sunset.

This guy is just a high school student after all.

Akaza stopped the motorcycle, half-leaning and half-sitting on the seat, took out a can of beer from a small bag that came with the motorcycle, opened it, and sipped it with the white foam.

I don't know why, but drinking it is much more enjoyable and pleasant than before.

Shirakawa looked into the distance. This was the first time he had ever watched the sunset in such a place, and he felt a sense of tranquility and peace, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Since we've already seen it all, let's settle the bill." Akaza's beer-stained lips curled slightly, a hint of sullenness and playfulness in his voice, as he interrupted Shirakawa's sightseeing.

"Couldn't we have waited until I got home to talk about it?" Shirakawa was enjoying the sunset, and talking about money at this moment would really ruin the atmosphere.

"Haha, I'm going to say it now." Akaza laughed, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having pulled off a little trick.

"Really." Shirakawa pulled two bills from the stack of banknotes and handed them to Akaza.

"Is that all? It's not even enough to cover my drinks!"

"Don't pull it down."

"Yes, yes, I want it." Akaza took it and carefully put the money into his pocket.

"By the way, Akaza-nee, there's something I want to ask you," Shirakawa asked, gazing at the setting sun in the distance.

Although Akaza didn't want Shirakawa to use such an intimate nickname, there wasn't any other suitable nickname at the moment.

"You said."

"Are you close to that Aunt Hoshimiya?"

"It was alright. After I got the runner-up title, I was down for a while, and she took the initiative to find me a job. I guess you could call her a friend."

"You got second place, how can you be down on your luck and have squandered all the prize money?"

"Don't even mention it," Akaza said, downing his beer in one gulp and lighting a cigarette. A deep sadness washed over his once-bold face. "You don't need to concern yourself with my affairs. They're none of your business."

"Alright." Shirakawa didn't say anything more. He asked about Hoshimiya purely out of curiosity. Maybe at some point in the future, he would cross paths with her.

"By the way, I heard that your student council president is also from their family, right?"

"Well, I really didn't know that. I've only been studying here for a few days."

Shirakawa has only been in school for a few days and there are many things he doesn't yet know about school.

"You've only been here a few days and you've already fooled so many young girls?"

"What do you mean by lying? I just have a good reputation," Shirakawa retorted.

"Whatever you say, I'll say it again: don't let my cousin come to me crying and complaining." Akaza took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Don't worry about that... cough cough..." Shirakawa coughed a few times because he smelled the pungent smell of smoke.

Seeing this, Akaza reluctantly put out his cigarette, which he had just taken a few puffs of, on the ground.

"Let's go, we've seen the sunset and said everything we needed to say. Get in the car, I'll take you home."

---

Ten minutes later.

The sky had already darkened.

Akaza escorted Shirakawa to his doorstep.

Shirakawa got off the train and accidentally tripped and fell.

I feel a little unwell.

Akaza quickly helped him up by the arm.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Shirakawa moved his neck slightly, feeling a little pain.

"Did you just get beaten up and then catch a cold after being outside in the cold wind for a while?"

"I don't think so, you're alright..."

"I've hardly ever been sick in my life."

That's true, with that physique, it's probably hard for them to get sick.

"Go back and take some cold medicine, don't get a fever." Akaza, being an elder, showed some concern for Shirakawa.

"It's alright, it's alright, you should go pick up Nikaido." Shirakawa covered his head, his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't help but yawn.

"Then I'll be going now," Akaza wanted to bring up the money again, but seeing Shirakawa's state, he decided to forget about it.

"Okay, see you later."

Shirakawa dragged his tired body home, turned on the lights, and the large room seemed somewhat lonely and desolate.

I collapsed into bed, wanting to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep.

There are also cameras monitoring themselves...

I feel very uncomfortable.

Shirakawa took out his phone and sent a message to Miike Naeko.

【Police Officer Miike? 】

Miike Naoko is sitting in front of her computer in her room, watching various videos.

She had little interest in the investigators who were robbed; how could these criminals do such a thing to righteous people?

She particularly loves those action movies where investigators beat up petty thugs, the kind of thrilling "good triumphs over evil" action films.

The air was thick with the scent of music lovers; watching movies had become an indispensable way for Miike Naoko to vent her frustrations.

What's even more ruthless is that she didn't fast-forward at all from beginning to end.

They truly deserve to be called partners of justice!

Ding Dong!

Shirakawa sent a message.

Miike Naeko just wanted to deal with it quickly and didn't want Shirakawa, the suspect, to ruin her precious rest time.

Miike: What's the matter?

Shirakawa: Can you please stop spying on me? I have my own private life too.

Miike: I work during the day and rest at night, so I basically don't look at the cameras much.

Shirakawa: Then can you take all of these down?

Miike: No, I need to rest, don't disturb me!

During the repeated climaxes, Miike Naoko felt her brain was about to melt, and her body even began to raise its threshold. The frenzied feeling became more and more subdued with each climax.

I glanced at the time; it was already quite late.

I think I'll take a shower and go to bed.

Shirakawa had just finished talking with Officer Miike when Nikaido sent him a message.

Nikaido: Shirakawa, I heard from my cousin that you're not feeling well.

Shirakawa: It's alright.

A sneeze!

Shirakawa sneezed, then continued typing.

Shirakawa: I might have a slight cold.

Nikaido: Do ​​you want me to ask for leave for you? I don't know what's wrong with the principal, he insists on holding a school-wide meeting tomorrow morning.

Shirakawa: How did you know?