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

The woman's voice was captivating, revealing a hint of smugness and secret delight, as if Shirakawa had already succumbed to endless lust.

Of course, Shirakawa couldn't listen to her.

As a warrior of pure love...

Okay, I'm no longer qualified to be a warrior of pure love; I can only barely be considered a good person.

As a good person, Shirakawa couldn't let that kind of thing happen in a place like this.

But he really couldn't help it; Yu Wang had already crushed his rationality into a pile of rubble.

Suddenly, Shirakawa hugged Mitsu Sakura tightly.

The arm dragged Sakura's heavy body along, and their bodies suddenly pressed together. Sakura was startled, and her heart began to churn.

Is it starting, you otaku, oh no, Shirakawa-san, it's starting here...

For the first time, the location wasn't good, but the person was right.

If it's Shirakawa's insistence, Sakura is perfectly willing to accept it.

Moreover, the next cubicle is occupied by Nikaido. Secretly doing that kind of thing with Shirakawa next to her is like a confession, which also proves from another angle that Shirakawa likes her more than that delinquent.

Even her older sister couldn't do it, but today Sakura will do it.

Ah~ Ah~

The immense stimulation and pleasure overwhelmed Sakura's brain, even more so than the night before. This time, she wasn't just an observer; she was experiencing it firsthand.

Shirakawa tightened his grip on Sakura.

Yes, Shirakawa-nii, that's it. Sakura always slanders you, always mocks you, and always acts annoying and irritating in front of you. Now, let's multiply Sakura's power, make her unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, and turn her into your docile little kitten, nestled in your arms.

Every inch of Sakura's slightly flushed skin, every breath she took, was ready. Her body was tense and slightly arched, as if she was trembling slightly with anticipation for what was about to happen to her. Suddenly, a faint sweet scent filled the air, like the dew that had just wiped the leaves in the morning.

But Shirakawa's behavior was unexpected.

He held Sakura in one arm and took Midori Sakura's top with the other, quickly helping her put it on.

Eh?

Sakura was puzzled by the sudden, strange action and couldn't figure it out.

What is this for?

After helping her put on her top, Shirakawa opened the door gently, pushing it slightly to give himself room to turn around, regardless of whether anyone was outside.

They ended up with their backs pressed together.

Sakura bit her lip tightly, her heart filled with resentment.

I was all prepared, so why is this otaku acting like this again?

75. The Mysterious Woman

Shirakawa and Sakura stood back to back like that.

I waited until Nikaido opened the door to the changing room and left, paid at the front desk, and left with my underwear, completely satisfied.

Shirakawa then opened the door a crack to peek out, and only after confirming it was safe did he leave the changing room.

After all that commotion, it took some time, and there were still 15 minutes left before the reward could be claimed.

Gotta hurry.

"Sakura-sama?" Shirakawa said through the locker room door.

"What?" Sakura's tone was very displeased.

"I have something urgent to attend to, please hurry..."

"Don't rush me, you shut-in!" Sakura interrupted Shirakawa, angrily saying, "Get me some tissues."

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."

Shirakawa asked the front desk for a pack of tissues.

This time, instead of opening the locker room door, he opened it a crack and slipped it in.

Sakura snatched the tissue pack from his hand, pulled out a few sheets, and sullenly rubbed her hands, including...

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" The lust that had just been aroused was completely transformed into anger.

Even a light touch is fine, even a slight brush is fine.

This makes it seem like she shamelessly offered herself up, only to be rejected by Shirakawa.

Am I not attractive enough?

So annoying!

Sakura used several sheets of paper to wipe everything clean, and then simply put on the rest of her clothes.

She carefully wrapped up the lingerie, put it in a bag, and strode out of the dressing room, ignoring Shirakawa beside her, and went straight to the front desk to pay.

Angry again.

Shirakawa finally understood that Midori Sakura's personality was like that of a little girl; she was prone to being capricious and easily agitated for no reason.

She's easy to coax, or you can just leave her alone for a while and she'll be fine.

Although it's quite troublesome, it's still better than those girls who love to give the silent treatment and can't be coaxed no matter what.

Moreover, Sakura bought this outfit for Shirakawa at a high price, so it's only right that Shirakawa take care of her and comfort her.

Shirakawa quickly chased after her and took Sakura's small hand.

"What?" Midori pouted.

"I have an appointment with someone at ten o'clock, I need to hurry over."

"No, I'm not going, you go by yourself." Sakura was throwing a tantrum again.

"Please, Sakura-sama, come with me. This is really important," Shirakawa pleaded, clasping his hands together.

With Sakura Mitsu's beautiful appearance, and also being one of the fallen heroines, Shirakawa was genuinely worried that something might happen.

"Okay then, but you have to treat me to a parfait later."

This conversation seems to have happened last night.

Parfait, to put it simply, is ice cream jelly.

“Of course.” This time, unlike before, Shirakawa gently patted Sakura’s head.

"You otaku, why are you touching my head!" Sakura looked unwilling, but she didn't dodge away.

To be honest, Shirakawa is just an ordinary person.

In the real world, where can you find a girl who is willing to spend money on herself, has a sensitive personality, is occasionally proud, is easy to coax when she's angry, and most importantly, likes you?

It's hard not to like a girl with such a wonderful appearance in your life.

It's a little bit perverted, isn't it?

"It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to touch it," Shirakawa said.

"Hmph! It must be because you're too useless and can't get along with other girls." Sakura was still being stubborn, but she didn't turn her head away.

"Sakura-sama, let's go."

“Okay…” Midori Sakura’s mood improved a bit, but whether it was out of spite or because what happened in the changing room was too embarrassing, she didn’t take Shirakawa’s arm, but just walked alongside him.

?????

Following the location on his phone's navigation, Shirakawa arrived at a general store in a corner of the supermarket.

There are still a few minutes left, so I'm not late.

The storefront was quite simple, entirely made of wood. The goods in the glass display cases were all everyday trinkets, covered with a thick layer of dust. The wooden door was also quite dilapidated, and the windows of the wooden door seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white mist, making it impossible to see what was inside. All that could be seen was an old wooden sign that read "open".

It stands out starkly from this luxurious and modern shopping mall.

Shirakawa glanced at the mission system's navigation endpoint. Yes, this is it.

But Shirakawa really didn't dare to go into this shop, with its decor.

Who knows what kind of weird stuff is inside?

"Is this the place, you shut-in?" Midori Sakura was also a little scared and moved closer to Shirakawa.

Forget it, let’s go.

The mission rewards weren't specified, but I already have a pocket watch that can save my life in critical moments, and I can take care of my daily food and drink, so there's no need to bother with these unnecessary things.

People should learn to be content.

"Oh, this doesn't seem to be the right place. Never mind, let's not go there. Sakura-sama, I'll treat you to a parfait!"

"Mmm! I'm going to order a super deluxe one, and drain your wallet dry!"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Just as Shirakawa was about to leave with Sakura, the door of the general store seemed to sense their impending departure and suddenly opened slowly.