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

Midori Kana grabbed the two legs of the blanket and shook it, revealing a large wet patch underneath.

Did he wet the bed? Or did he spill a drink on it?

Midori Kana sniffed it; something about the smell was off...

Never mind, I'd better wash it clean quickly.

Separate the duvet cover and duvet insert. Put the duvet cover into the washing machine, pour in laundry detergent, and let it wash automatically. Place the duvet insert in the fish tank and wait to hand wash it later.

Midori Kana hummed a song. Doing housework wasn't a big deal for her, after all, she was a single mother who raised two girls.

But when she passed by the mirror and saw herself in it, she sighed deeply, "Time waits for no one!"

Her face was mature, with a large, soft breast and a small black mole. She was slightly overweight, with her hips seemingly larger than before. Despite her full and firm figure, she appeared to be a middle-aged woman with a bloated appearance.

Sigh, I've gained weight again.

Hmm... if I were decades younger and thinner, maybe I'd have a chance with Shirakawa...

Well, don't think about it anymore. Young people have their own entertainment and happiness. Old women like me are being left behind by the environment!

But...

Midori Kana has never been with a man. When she was young, she was busy taking care of her children. She finally got engaged, but her husband unfortunately passed away.

Despite being busy and preoccupied, I haven't found a satisfactory partner.

Am I destined to be alone and lonely for the rest of my life?

Sigh! Midori Kana sighed again, her voice filled with resentment and helplessness.

Thinking about it all is useless, so Midori Kana started doing housework again.

72. A Date with Sakura

Take the elevator downstairs.

Midori Sakura is tapping the screen with her manicured fingers, playing some simple and casual games.

"Yo, Sakura-sama, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Ugh~ You otaku, why did you keep me waiting for so long?"

Sakura's face paled even more, probably because she had applied another layer of concealer while waiting for Shirakawa.

"If we go out together, won't we be exposed? Didn't Lady Sakura even think of that?"

"No way, of course I thought of that! I was just testing you on purpose," Sakura said, hands on her hips. (Actually, she was too nervous to think of it while eating breakfast.)

"My sister probably doesn't know..."

"Of course not."

"That's good." Midori Sakura grabbed Shirakawa's shoulder and pointed towards the shopping street. "Let's go shopping!"

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A gentle spring breeze blows, sunlight filters through the new leaves, creating dappled light and shadow, willow catkins flutter in the air, making passersby's noses itch, and cherry blossom trees in the park are also bursting with buds.

Sakura and Shirakawa walked arm in arm down the street, her large breasts occasionally squeezing against Shirakawa's chest.

A man and a woman, one tall and one short, one hot girl and one nerdy guy, to anyone would look at them as a couple deeply in love.

As you enter the commercial street, there are more pedestrians, and many familiar faces from the school appear.

"Sakura-sama, let's go for a stroll in the department store."

The view here is too open, and Mitsu Sakura is so eye-catching. If Jackie or Nikaido finds out, it could easily become awkward.

Especially that Akaza-nee (a woman with a red seat), her gym is nearby, if she finds out, she'll definitely get a beating.

"Okay, okay." Midori also wanted to go shopping at the supermarket. She was a little chilly outdoors, and it would be more comfortable with air conditioning in the supermarket.

Along the way, passersby couldn't help but sigh, saying that this boy was so lucky, and wondered if he had saved the world in his past life to be able to date such a beautiful and hot girl.

This made Sakura overjoyed, and she raised her head slightly, feeling extremely proud.

But the more she talked, the more uncomfortable Sakura started to feel again.

As a beautiful and sexy woman, Mitsu Sakura was already used to the stares and gossip of others. She didn't think much of it, but those people were always pointing fingers at Shirakawa, saying things like "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung" or "a rich second-generation keeping a mistress."

Although Shirakawa-san is indeed a piece of trash, I'm the only one allowed to say it, and no one else is allowed to say it!

Midori looked Shirakawa up and down; his clothes and appearance were indeed very outdated, exuding a strong otaku vibe.

"You otaku, you otaku, let's go to this store." Sakura pulled Shirakawa toward a well-known men's clothing store.

"Ah, Sakura-sama, what are you doing at the men's clothing store?"

"Buying clothes? Look at what you're wearing. It looks like the skin of a sewer rat. It's so ugly, and it's all wrinkled." Mito Sakura grinned, showing her little tiger teeth, and mocked her.

"Hmm~ I don't need to buy it..." Shirakawa politely declined.

Shirakawa only had a basic food and lodging voucher. He didn't really understand the cost of living and exchange rates in Japan, so when he came out, he just took out a few of the highest denomination bills from the stack of money.

Without a source of income, Shirakawa dared not spend money recklessly.

"Even if you don't buy anything, just take a look!" Mitsu Sakura forcefully pulled Shirakawa inside.

Once you're inside, whether you buy anything or not is out of your control.

The store has a high-class atmosphere, exquisite decoration, and plays music; it's clearly a place frequented by "high society" people.

"Welcome, sir/madam." A female server in a neat uniform came forward to greet the guests.

"Are you picking out clothes for your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend!" Sakura explained, her face showing disdain, but her heart was filled with sweetness.

Shirakawa glanced at the clothes in the store and counted the number of zeros on the tags.

Almost all the clothes cost over 10,000 yen. (Japanese yen)

The largest denomination banknote Shirakawa possessed was 10,000 yen, but he didn't have many of them.

Once I buy the clothes, I can't afford the subsequent expenses.

"Um, I've changed my mind. I want to go somewhere else to wander around..." Shirakawa hurriedly ran away.

Midori Sakura was still holding onto Shirakawa's arm. She wanted to stop him from escaping, so she hugged him tightly. Shirakawa's slender white arm squeezed directly into Sakura's pink strapless top, sinking into that huge crevice.

"Ah!" Midori Sakura felt something hard clamping between her legs, let out a soft cry, and blushed as she released Shirakawa.

Shirakawa also felt the softness enveloping her arm for a moment, and shyly turned her head away, pretending to pick out clothes from the hanger, acting as if nothing had happened.

The waiter was also shrewd; seeing that the two weren't in a hurry to leave, he quickly approached them and began introducing the clothes.

"This is a spring style, which is very popular among students and sells very well."

"This is our latest suit, and it's on sale with a 20% discount."

"This top and these pants match perfectly and give off a youthful vibe."

The waitress was very shrewd; most of her words were directed at Mei Duying.

She has served many guests and can tell at a glance which of the two people has the spending power and desire to spend.

Ranked by spending power: Teenage girls > Children > Young women > Elderly > Dogs > Men

This is an unspoken rule in the industry.

Midori nodded repeatedly, the blush on her face gradually fading, as she helped Shirakawa choose clothes.

"This outfit will do."

Sakura picked out a casual outfit, mainly featuring a simple sporty style: a black t-shirt, a silver-gray jacket, and loose-fitting sweatpants, and handed these clothes to Shirakawa.

Unable to refuse Shirakawa's hospitality, he went to the changing room to change his clothes.

After changing, the brand-new clothes definitely felt different on my body.

Sakura stood in front of the large mirror, admiring Shirakawa's new outfit. She thought it suited him well and looked great—a casual, handsome style: "Haha, you otaku, isn't this pretty good-looking! You should dress up more often, learn from me..."

Shirakawa looked at the price tags on the clothes; each item was quite expensive, and together they amounted to an astronomical sum.

He took out his wallet and counted the money inside.

shy.

How can I let a girl spend money on clothes that I buy for myself?

Just as Shirakawa was about to leave, Midori Sakura came over with a bag, took Shirakawa's arm, and started to walk out.

This time, the distance between my body and Shirakawa's arm was a little greater than before.

"Sakura-sama, we haven't paid yet."

"Oh, I've already paid." Sakura picked up the bag in her hand. "These are all your clothes that you changed out of. Whew, I was just about to throw them in the trash..."

......

I feel embarrassed to let girls spend money.

Sakura also noticed the subtle change in Shirakawa's emotions and said in a similar "comforting" tone, "Haha, you're such a poor otaku, I won't drain your wallet! This time I'll be merciful and buy you a whole outfit. From now on, you'll have to work like a slave to repay me, understand?"

"Uh, I understand." Shirakawa nodded repeatedly.