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

"I am back!"

Black leather shoes, black stockings covering her slender legs, long, smooth black hair, a neat school uniform—she still had that icy beauty look.

Maki hasn't been in a good mood lately. She hasn't had much contact with Shirakawa recently, and her head has been spinning all day, so she can't remember what she's learned.

Excellent people should learn and reflect every day, and strive to surpass themselves the next day.

Therefore, Mito Maki decided to catch up on her studies on her own after school.

Mito Maki took off her shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet, only to find that her mother's shoes were not there.

Where did she go so late?

There was nothing unusual in the room, and Uncle Xin went to sleep.

So Maki went and knocked on Sakura's door.

Sakura was still planning where to go tomorrow.

"Who is it?"

"Sakura, it's me."

"Sister, what's wrong?" Mito Sakura quickly hid the prepared "luggage" and bag, and then opened the door.

Where did Mom go?

"She should be at the Shirakawa residence."

"Huh? What's she doing at the Shirakawa house?" Maki asked, puzzled.

"Shirakawa's younger sister has arrived, and Mom is taking care of her."

"Oh, I see." Maki glanced around the room briefly.

"Sakura, are you going out tomorrow?"

"what?"

"Look, you haven't even covered your lipstick."

On the small dressing table, Mito Sakura's cosmetics were scattered haphazardly, revealing that she wanted to go out.

Maki knows her sister very well; she always tries on her makeup the night before going out.

The level of detail in one's makeup depends on the importance of the person they are meeting.

At this rate... Sakura must be going to see someone important.

Is it her hot female friend?

"cherry..."

"Sister, don't worry about it!"

Mitsu Sakura couldn't possibly tell her sister that she went out with Shirakawa.

It's hard to find an excuse.

My sister is quite smart; if she talks too much, her illogical statements will easily be exposed.

Sakura then half-pushed and half-shoved Maki out.

Maki was locked out by Sakura.

Maki had no choice but to return to her room, feeling somewhat lost.

Her role as a disciplinary committee member, coupled with her personality, made her unpopular at school.

But she never cared.

But this time, even his own younger sister was starting to dislike him.

Maki fell into self-doubt.

And so, she resumed her evening activities.

However, that towel hadn't been washed for a long time and had become as dry as a brick.

The scent seemed to be locked away; Maki could no longer smell that captivating aroma.

Maki tried to be self-sufficient without towels.

...

Without any side dishes, Maki still found it quite boring.

It was like going from a life of luxury to eating coarse flour buns; Maki's body reacted very poorly.

Or maybe we should just forget about it.

Frustrated, Maki left her room and filled a glass with water from the water dispenser in the living room.

Suddenly, a shiny little thing on the table caught her attention.

That thing looks like the key to the Shirakawa family's house...

My mom forgot it on the coffee table.

Mito Maki looked at the key, somewhat hesitant.

She is feeling very agitated and needs to vent her emotions.

And the methods of venting...

There's only one left.

67. ??

Maki stood in front of the Shirakawa house, clutching the key tightly in her hand.

Insert the key into the lock, turn it slowly, and tiptoe to open the door and step inside.

Is this Shirakawa's house?

Surprisingly, the living room is quite tidy.

She had thought the boy's room would be messy, with takeout boxes, soda cans, toilet paper, and the like scattered everywhere.

That's what was written in the little H books she confiscated.

Midori Maki gently closed the door, took off her black leather shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor.

This will reduce the noise.

Maki rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room.

Fortunately, moonlight shone through the window, so it wasn't pitch black; you could still see things if you looked closely.

Looking around, the doors to the toilet and kitchen were both open.

There are two closed doors, which should both be the bedrooms in the Shirakawa family's house. One is the room where the mother sleeps, and the other is the room where Shirakawa sleeps.

As for Shirakawa's sister, it's unknown who she sleeps with.

I hope she didn't end up with Shirakawa.

Midori Maki tiptoed along, as if drawing a lottery ticket, and chose a door, gently turning the doorknob to open it.

It was my mother, and Shirakawa's younger sister.

Shirakawa's sister has silver-white hair...

And judging from his profile, he looks just like the student council president.

The room was dimly lit, and Maki couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but she had a vague feeling of déjà vu.

Wait, did she just move?

Has she woken up?

Maki observed carefully in the darkness, but Shirakawa's sister made no other move.

It must be from turning over in its sleep.

Midori Maki gently closed the door tightly, then opened the other one.

Shirakawa was sleeping on his single bed.

The room had a computer and a bookshelf; it was clearly a high school boy's room.

Moreover, the scent is very strong, the kind of scent that Maki is obsessed with.

Maki looked at Shirakawa, who was fast asleep, breathing calmly and peacefully. He looked very serene and adorable.

Maki could no longer control her desires. She quietly walked to Shirakawa's side and half-crouched like a Bulbasaur in a field, her little nose less than a centimeter away from Shirakawa, greedily sniffing the scent of his body.

Maki thought her past self was a bit ridiculous, treating that tattered towel like a treasure. Now, after smelling the person in person, she realized that only the original scent is the most captivating.

An overwhelming sense of happiness and joy kept flooding into Mito Maki's mind.

Her face was slightly flushed, and her body temperature gradually rose due to tension and joy.

Her hand unconsciously began to move downwards, and her underwear was pulled down. The ticking of a clock (?) filled the previously quiet room.

The elastic band was tightly constricting her knees, and she was powerless to forcefully spread her legs.