Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

After Shirakawa finished drinking, Matsushima returned to his seat, opened a gap through the transparent riot shield, and spread his pair of flawless white legs across Shirakawa's desk.

Baichuan was panting heavily, his face flushed, his eyes a little dazed, when he saw that pair of beautiful legs, it was as if he saw some rare and delicious food, he wanted to hug them and lick them madly.

"If you dare to understand me, you know what the consequences will be."

The other bodyguards were standing by with guns in hand, ready to fire.

"This should make the game fairer."

190. Angry Songdao

The yellow-haired senior looked at Shirakawa who was like a wild beast in heat.

It was clearly just a gamble, and there was only a 50% chance of death, but seeing the other person's mental state so confused and embarrassed, the tension and panic in my heart somehow subsided a little.

This is probably the psychological effect.

The yellow-haired senior's trembling wrist slowly stabilized.

He took a deep breath, pointed the gun at his forehead, and kept repeating "one-sixth" in his mind.

There is only a one in six chance of death.

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Gather your courage and pull the trigger.

Click!

The silver metal magazine turned.

Call ~

Passed.

The yellow-haired senior seemed to be relieved. His tense body relaxed and he almost collapsed completely on the chair. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully placed the gun on the table in front of Shirakawa.

As for Baichuan, his situation is not optimistic.

His heart was beating violently, not because of nervousness or panic, but because of his high passion that had nowhere to vent.

Baichuan felt that his skin and every corner of his body were screaming, longing for the nourishment of the opposite sex. Apart from love and desire, he could hardly think of anything else in his mind.

His own consciousness seemed like a traveler trapped in the fog, holding a kerosene lamp representing chastity and restraint, groping forward in the fog called lust, and would be completely submerged if he was not careful.

Matsushima looked at her with a smile. Her bare white feet were soft, tender and slightly red. Her ten toenails were neatly trimmed, which was very cute.

Two pairs of slender and long legs are crossed with each other. If you look closely, you will find cherry blossom and bamboo tattoos on the thighs, which seem to extend all the way to the buttocks.

Baichuan breathed heavily, the holy sword pressing against his trousers fiercely, and the ferocity and strength even reached his lower abdomen.

"Wow, it's quite big." Matsushima joked while exerting a little force with his big toe, causing the other toes to "nod their heads and lower their eyebrows" slightly, which was quite "playful and cute".

There was also a slight smell of foot odor, but to Shirakawa it was an intoxicating fragrance that captivated his soul.

Matsushima was clearly trying to tempt Shirakawa to break his defense.

Baichuan gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold back. Countless fantasies of love kept appearing in his mind.

He wanted to put these beautiful feet in his mouth, he wanted the toes to penetrate his mouth.

He even felt that he would be willing to die if he could taste these beautiful legs and feet.

"It's your turn." Matsushima tapped the exquisite revolver with his chubby heel.

Baichuan picked him up and held it against his head.

All I could think of was, hurry up, shoot myself.

In this way, before death, when consciousness has not completely faded, you can take the opportunity to touch and rub these beautiful feet.

No!

Baichuan shook his head repeatedly and hit his head with the butt of the gun, trying to calm himself down.

He wants to stay alive and go back alive. He also wants to go home and see Aunt Midu.

There is also Maki, Sakura, and the big sister Nikaidou.

It's not worth dying here.

Click!

Perhaps the goddess of luck favored him, or perhaps God heard his prayers.

The metal magazine turned.

Safe and sound again.

Shirakawa threw the gun to the yellow-haired senior, his eyes constantly wandering over Matsushima's beautiful legs.

There was no sense of relief, only overwhelming lust.

The yellow-haired senior student at the side was furious.

Every time I fired, I was almost certain to die, but the opponent on the opposite side was still drooling at my beautiful legs and feet.

No, I want to win.

I want to see his head get smashed in with my own eyes!

The yellow-haired senior was breathing heavily and he put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

Jealousy and anger overwhelmed all the fear in his heart. He wanted to live, but he wanted this man to die even more.

I must win!

Click.

I pulled the trigger again, and again nothing happened.

“Hahahahahahahahaha.” The yellow-haired senior laughed, “And, there are three more.”

For the next three shots, Shirakawa had to fire twice, while he only had to fire once.

At this point, based on probability, there is a one in three chance that I will be shot in the head.

The odds are mine!

The yellow-haired senior threw the gun in front of Shirakawa.

He stared at Baichuan closely, hoping that next time, Baichuan would be shot in the head.

Baichuan's cheeks were now flushed, and the effect of the eyebrow medicine was clearly taking effect. He slowly raised his hand and touched forward.

What he touched was not the gun, but the woman's leg.

What about death?

His hands tentatively touched Matsushima's legs, kneading them gently, his saliva flowing.

The skin is soft and tender, with a slightly fleshy feel, and it trembles slightly when gently pinched.

Baichuan felt that his good brother was already loaded!

With a little more intense stimulation, he would be ready to fire.

The bodyguard behind him was about to take action, but was stopped by Matsushima with a wave of his hand.

She pulled her beautiful legs together.

Shirakawa's hands kept reaching out to Matsushima, as if his treasure had been taken away by someone else.

"Baichuan, you must listen carefully to what I say now. I'm giving you a chance so that you don't have to continue playing."

Baichuan stood there with a dazed look in his eyes, breathing heavily, and did not answer.

"Let me ask you, you came to the Nagasaki Club because these addictive pink pills hurt your classmates and friends, so you wanted to come here to find out the origins of these pills, right?"

Baichuan nodded, and he felt like his pants were about to explode.

"In order to find out my origins, I sneaked into the Nagasaki Club. What happened next?"

"Destroy...destroy the Nagasaki Club." Shirakawa panted and answered word by word.

"How?"

"Record, record the Xinggong family." Baichuan could no longer utter a complete sentence. His language center was occupied by lust and delusion.

"Video? Hahaha, video doesn't matter. I can't send it out anyway. These dignitaries will naturally help me cover it up. But what about the Xinggong family? What is your relationship with them?"

"know."

"Who does he know, Xinggong Xi?"

"Friend, acquaintance, friend." What Baichuan wanted to answer was that his female friends knew her and were also friends with her.

But the brain, blinded by lust, can only utter these few words.

"Wow~ Not bad, not bad. You, a man, can actually become friends with the Xinggong family's head who is all women. And you, as a friend, now want to plot against Xinggong Xi behind her back, right?"

"No, there is no scheme, no deception. I have no improper thoughts about the Xinggong family." Baichuan tried hard to suppress his lust and barely uttered a complete sentence.

His body was hot, as if he was sitting in a steamer, and his tongue and lips were dry. He wanted to drink water and lick something.

Hungry and thirsty.

"Let me ask you, are you a dog loyal to the Hoshimiya family?" Matsushima leaned forward and asked expectantly.

Baichuan shook his head.

"Ah, if you were the family dog ​​of the Xinggong family, I would have spared your life. Unfortunately, take this gun and keep shooting."

Baichuan's body trembled as he looked at the pistol on the table, wondering what he was thinking about writing.

Matsushima thought he was scared and said, "Don't worry, we are only halfway through, it shouldn't be..."

Without waiting for Matsushima to finish speaking, Shirakawa picked up the pistol on the table, put it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

Kara!

Nothing happened.

But after pulling the trigger, he did not take the gun away.

In full view of everyone, he pulled the trigger again.

Kara!

Still nothing happened.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger for the third time, the bodyguard next to him pressed his hand down and threw the gun to the ground.

Everyone thought he was crazy, that he had taken the wrong medicine and had gone mad, which was why he fired so many shots.

"Ahhh! Impossible, he cheated, he, he changed the shooting order." The yellow-haired senior stood up, hysterical, and fell into madness.

In his eyes, this was a situation where he would die.

"He is the one who should die, he is the one." Huangmao shouted at the top of his lungs, his words were unclear, but no one present paid any attention to him.

"I, I'm going to die, you, you!" The yellow-haired man looked at them in despair.

Suddenly he picked up the gun and pointed it at Shirakawa and then at Matsushima.

"I, I have a gun, let me go!"

None of the bodyguards, Matsushima, or Shirakawa cared about him.

Sometimes, silent neglect is more painful than death.

"Bastard! Bastard! **! Ahhhhhhh!" The yellow-haired man roared, picked up the gun, pointed it at Matsushima, and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened...

"What? What?" Huangmao was close to collapse.

Matsushima knew that she had not actually loaded the gun with real bullets.

That bullet was also a waste bullet with no gunpowder at the bottom.

Her real purpose was to play Russian roulette and make the person she wanted to interrogate feel the fear of being close to death, so as to force them to reveal all kinds of useful information.

As the game progresses towards the end, the players will become more and more fearful and panicked, and these emotions will continue to increase and accumulate through the rounds of the game, coupled with the additional rule she announced that if you make her happy, she will be let off.

No matter how tough and calm a person is, he will eventually be defeated by this fear and will reveal all the information to please her.