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

Kana became curious.

Suddenly, one book caught Kana's attention.

[A high school boy convict and a dashing female police officer, justice is served!]

The paper was slightly curled up, not completely flat, and showed signs of being turned over.

Hey, Shirakawa-kun, do you like the policewoman type?

On the cover, a slender and sharp policewoman dressed as an investigator is "torturing" a man.

Midori Kana pinched the little bit of fat on her belly and couldn't help but feel inferior.

Let's open it and take a look.

Upon opening the page where Shirakawa had previously stayed, Midori Kana unexpectedly witnessed the subsequent events.

Through the surveillance footage, the policewoman saw a hot girl lying on top of the male protagonist. The policewoman, who was treating these surveillance live streams as "side dishes," was about to reach her climax, and her hand movements became more and more agile.

However, the male protagonist pushed the hot girl away, and it was unclear from the surveillance footage that he said anything. The hot girl then straightened her clothes and left.

Do young people these days like to stop at the last second? Back in our day, things were simple, direct, and got it done in one go...

Let's keep watching.

Enraged, the woman, carrying water, went out, got in her car, stepped on the gas, arrived at the male protagonist's building, took the elevator, rushed into his room, roughly opened the door with her key, and went into his room.

Several shots were used to draw these actions smoothly and fluidly.

This notebook is of quite high quality.

The male protagonist was completely bewildered when he saw the policewoman, but at that moment the policewoman took off her top, revealing... a flat-chested figure.

"What are you going to do?" The male protagonist looked terrified and quickly sat up, leaning against the wall. "My sister is still sleeping in the master bedroom."

The policewoman took out silver handcuffs from her waist and rubbed them repeatedly, making a scraping sound.

“Criminals who are disloyal, dishonest, or unfaithful should be punished with justice.”

"Hey, hey, hey, cheating isn't illegal, right? Wait, I didn't cheat, hey!!! Aa ...

The later plot is too intense, I think I'll skip it...

Mido Kana closed the book and put it away.

Oh~ Shirakawa actually likes Hei...

Does that mean our Maki has a chance?

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Shirakawa jogged all the way to the school. The gatekeeper and the PE teacher were not there. The playground was now only filled with a few scattered people who were having a PE class, looking listless.

It wouldn't be accurate to say that he was weak and listless.

In baseball, the pitcher throws a ball that's soft and fluffy, and it falls to the ground before it even reaches the batter.

A few seconds later, the batter swung the bat slowly, even though the ball had already landed on the ground.

The others, too, stood motionless in their own places, only emitting low growls of "oh oh oh oh oh~".

That's so weird, is this some kind of April Fool's joke?

Shirakawa walked into the teaching building with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The building was completely silent. Students in other classes sat blankly in their seats, while teachers wrote crooked characters on the blackboard with chalk, speaking in low growls.

?

Zombie crisis?

Shirakawa walked to the back door of his classroom and looked inside. Akita-sensei was giving the lesson, and the Nikaido and Mido sisters were listening to the lesson in a daze, just like the other students. Hanyu Ayako's seat was empty.

Shirakawa's intuition told him that the road ahead might be dangerous and that he should go find Yuuko Ayako first, as she might know what had happened.

However, Shirakawa still wanted to check on their condition.

I consider Nikaido and the Mido sisters to be my best friends for now, so I can't just leave them here.

Furthermore, more information is needed to analyze what exactly happened to them.

Shirakawa took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the classroom.

All the students in the class, including the teacher, turned their gazes toward Shirakawa.

That's really creepy.

"Oh oh oh~" Shirakawa imitated the movements of the baseball players on the playground, with his hands hanging down and his feet shuffling along, trying his best to perform and appear "fitting in".

My heart was pounding, and a light sweat broke out on my forehead from the tension. My brain was racing, screaming that I wanted to escape this eerie classroom.

But reason told Shirakawa that he couldn't back down yet; at the very least, he had to look at the woman sitting in front of him.

And so, Shirakawa slowly made his way back to his last seat by the window.

The short distance was covered in what felt like an incredible journey over mountains and valleys.

Shirakawa sat down steadily, only to find that everyone's eyes remained fixed on him.

The person sitting to the side in front of him was also staring intently at him.

Eh?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Shirakawa tried his best to act like them, but it was all in vain. He even managed to squeeze some saliva from his mouth to the corner of his mouth, looking as utterly dazed as could be.

Misaki Nikaido moved closer and closer, suddenly wrapping her arms around Shirakawa's neck and kissing him abruptly.

She was making gurgling, panting sounds, her lips constantly sucking and swallowing, demanding forcefully, much like her previous state in the infirmary.

Swish!

A pen whistled past Shirakawa's ear and struck the glass beside him with a thud.

Midori Maki stood up, holding her notebook, and slowly approached.

The first thing he did upon arriving at Shirakawa's side was to give Nikaido a hard shove.

Nikaido's unfocused gaze was fixed on her, and although his face was expressionless, he pushed her away slightly.

The two of them were like roly-poly toys, pushing and shoving each other in front of Shirakawa, unable to muster any strength, just like two roly-poly toys.

I'll fight in my dreams, and I'll fight in reality too.

The other students then turned their attention to the blackboard, watching the crooked lines that Mr. Akita had left on it with white chalk.

Just as Shirakawa was about to feel safe, Midori Sakura appeared behind him without his noticing, wrapped her arms around him, and sucked the drool from the corner of his mouth with her soft little mouth, like an adorable kitten.

Judging from her previous experiences eating bento boxes, Midori Sakura may have a particular fondness for sticky things.

But please, not now.

As Mito Sakura went further, her warm tongue pried open Shirakawa's lips, and Sakura's chest pressed against Shirakawa's shoulders, while her hands unbuttoned Shirakawa's clothes.

"Ah, no, it itches!"

Shirakawa couldn't help but cry out.

How come Sakura is so good at sneaking away?

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Shirakawa once again, and they all stood up and attacked him.

Seeing that things were not going well, Shirakawa immediately slipped out from under Midori Sakura's arm and ran straight for the door.

Luckily, I didn't close the door just now, otherwise they would have caught me like a turtle in a jar.

Shirakawa deftly darted past them, pushing aside the students blocking his way, and managed to escape the classroom, dodging their attempts to capture him.

Their movements are rather slow, but as long as you don't get surrounded, there's still a glimmer of hope.

A low growl echoed in the corridor, and everyone on the floor seemed to be activated like robots, opening their doors to surround and capture Shirakawa.

What else can we do now? We can only run!

You must escape before they completely surround you.

Shirakawa ran with all his might, holding onto the railing, and strode down the steps to the convenience store.

However, they found that the exit of the teaching building was crowded with people, forming a human wall, and low growls could be heard from above the stairs.

Is this it? Am I going to perish here?

Suddenly, a black figure appeared from the convenience store and grabbed Shirakawa's shoulder.

"Quiet, come with me." A gentle female voice came from Shirakawa's ear.

Before he could even see who it was, Shirakawa was pulled inside.

49. Shirakawa and Jackie

In a moment of desperation, the figure pulled Shirakawa into a locker in the convenience store and hid there.

Shirakawa looked closely and saw that it was Jackie, dressed the same as before, with short, fluffy yellow hair and a touch of blue highlights, wearing clothes with skull tattoos. At this moment, she was cautiously looking at the outside situation through the gap in the cabinet.