Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

I waited until Nikaidou opened the door of the changing room and left, paid at the front desk, and left with my underwear, feeling satisfied.

Baichuan then opened the door a little and looked out. After confirming that it was safe, he walked out of the locker room.

It took some time to get through all this, and there were still 15 minutes left before the time to collect the reward.

Gotta hurry.

"Lady Sakura?" Shirakawa said through the locker room door.

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

"I have something urgent to do later, please hurry up..."

"Don't rush me, you otaku!" Sakura interrupted Shirakawa and said angrily, "Bring me some tissues."

"Okay, okay, wait a moment."

Shirakawa went to the front desk and asked for a pack of tissues.

This time he did not open the locker room door, but opened it a little and passed it in.

Ying snatched the tissue bag from his hand, took a few, wiped her hands vigorously while angrily, and of course...

"Hate, hate, hate!" All the lust that had just been aroused was converted into anger.

It’s okay to just touch it or bump into it.

It's as if he was trying to throw himself at Baichuan, but was rejected by him.

Am I not attractive enough?

So annoying!

Sakura used several pieces of paper to wipe it all clean and simply put the rest of her clothes back on.

She packed her underwear and put it in a bag, then rushed out of the changing room, ignoring Shirakawa beside her, and walked straight to the front desk to pay.

Angry again.

Shirakawa finally understood that Mido Sakura's personality was just like that of a little girl. She was prone to temper tantrums and got anxious for no reason.

It is also easy to coax her, or just leave her alone for a while.

Although it is still quite troublesome, it is better than those girls who love to go on a cold war and cannot be coaxed no matter what.

Moreover, Shirakawa's clothes were also bought by Sakura at a high price, so it was Shirakawa's responsibility to take care of her and comfort her.

Shirakawa quickly chased after her and grabbed Sakura's hand.

"What?" Midu Sakura said with a pout.

"I have an appointment at ten o'clock. I have to go there quickly."

"No, I won't go. You go by yourself." Ying was throwing a tantrum again.

"Please, Lady Sakura, come with me. This is really important." Shirakawa requested, clasping his hands together.

Mido Sakura is so beautiful and she is also one of the fallen heroines. Shirakawa is really worried that something might happen to her.

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

This conversation seemed to have happened last night.

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

"Of course." This time, unlike before, Shirakawa gently touched Sakura's head.

"You nerd, why are you touching my head?" Although Ying looked unwilling, she did not avoid it.

To be honest, Baichuan is also an ordinary person.

In the real world, where can you find a girl who is willing to spend money on you, is sensitive, occasionally arrogant, easy to coax when angry, and most importantly, likes you?

It's hard not to like such a good girl when she appears around you.

Although it's a little perverted.

"It's okay, I suddenly wanted to touch it." Baichuan said.

"Hmph! It must be because you're too useless that you can't get close to other girls." Ying was still being stubborn, but she didn't turn her head away.

"Sakura-sama, let's go."

"Okay..." Midori Sakura felt a little better, but maybe because she was angry or because what happened in the locker room just now was too embarrassing, she didn't hold Shirakawa's arm, but just walked side by side with him.

?????

Following the location of the mobile phone navigation, Baichuan came to a grocery store in the corner of the hypermarket.

There were still a few minutes left, so we were not late.

The grocery store's facade was quite simple, made entirely of wood. The merchandise in the glass window was just some daily gadgets, covered with a thick layer of dust. The wooden door was also quite worn out, and the window of the wooden door seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, so you couldn't see what was inside clearly. You could only see an old wooden sign with the word "open" hanging on it.

It doesn't fit in with this luxurious and modern shopping mall.

Baichuan glanced at the end point of the task system navigation. Yes, it was here.

But Baichuan really didn't dare to enter this store with such decoration.

There might be something weird inside.

"Otaku, is this the place?" Midu Sakura was also a little scared and leaned closer to Shirakawa.

Forget it, let’s go.

There was nothing much to reward for the mission. Anyway, I had a pocket watch to save my life at critical moments, and my daily food and drink were all solved. There was no need to worry about these unnecessary things.

People must learn to be content.

"Ah, it doesn't seem to be here. Never mind. I won't go there. Lady Sakura, I'll treat you to a parfait!"

"Yeah! I'm going to order a super deluxe one to drain your wallet!"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Shirakawa was about to leave with Sakura, but the door of the grocery store seemed to sense that they were about to leave and suddenly opened slowly.

"I'm sorry, guests, I'm late. Welcome."

The voice is familiar.

The one who opened the door was a white-haired woman with a pair of soul-stirring scarlet pupils and revealing clothes...

Huh? Isn't she the strange woman that Shirakawa saw in the mirror in the gymnasium earlier?

No way? What kind of reward is this?

Baichuan panicked, as that supernatural being suddenly appeared before him in a physical form.

His instincts kept warning him of danger.

Got to run away.

"Lady Sakura, we've gone to the wrong place. This is not the right store." Shirakawa grabbed Sakura's wrist and was about to run back.

The woman smiled and hooked her slender white fingers.

The floor gradually became soft, entangled Baichuan's feet like quicksand and made him slowly sink.

All this is an illusion, all this is an illusion, where does the quicksand come from in the mall?

Baichuan kept reminding himself, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Brother Shirakawa, why don't you leave? Are you feeling unwell?" Ying asked with concern.

In her opinion, Baichuan was just stepping on ordinary floor tiles, nothing unusual.

The passers-by passing by could not even see it.

It's okay, it's okay. Baichuan kept reminding himself, and then raised his legs with difficulty.

The floor was torn into a sticky mess, sticking to Shirakawa's calves.

No, you have to use more force!

Baichuan leaned forward, silently thinking about these hallucinations, and struggled to break free with all his strength.

Out!

Baichuan stood on a normal floor. All the hallucinations just now disappeared, and everything in front of him returned to normal.

The woman frowned.

This is the first time I have seen a time traveler with such high mental resistance.

How could the original traversers have such abnormal stats?

The woman's power was already miraculous, and the effectiveness of the hypnotic pocket watch was only one-third of her total power.

Even so, Baichuan cannot be controlled.

In this case...

The woman looked at Midori Sakura, who was supporting Shirakawa with an anxious look on her face, and hooked her slender finger towards her.

Midu Ying was suddenly stunned and walked towards the woman stiffly.

"Hey! Lady Sakura, hey! Sakura!" Shirakawa shouted loudly.

But Ying still walked step by step like a machine, and no matter how Shirakawa called her, it was useless.

It was not until Midu Sakura walked into the door that the woman's mouth curled up, as if her evil plan had succeeded.

"Shirakawa, if you want to save Sakura, just come in yourself!"

76. Cecia

Baichuan stood there in a daze.

She knows her name.

And Sakura was also seduced into it by her.

This time I had to rush.

Shirakawa couldn't possibly let Sakura be alone with that strange woman whose origins were unknown.

He twisted the metal door handle and walked into the mysterious grocery store.

A heavy smell of rotten wood mixed with some age wafted towards him, making Baichuan unable to stop fanning himself with his hands.

The whole house is quite spacious, but very shabby, with a medieval style.

There are various classical oil paintings and old-fashioned clocks hanging on the walls. The paintings are weird and make people feel uncomfortable if they look closely.

There were perfumes, incense, rings, necklaces and other small items on the wooden lattice shelves, but most of them were covered with cobwebs, and there were even a few small spiders crawling on them.

The ceiling is quite high, and there is a large chandelier with candles as the light source.

"Welcome, Shirakawa."

The woman with white hair and red eyes smiled and greeted people at the counter.

On the counter there was a strange machine that looked half like a cash register and half like a loom. It was covered with white silk threads that extended all the way to the ceiling. Each thread was clearly separated and none of them crossed over each other.

Midu Sakura stood aside like a model, with dull eyes and her body drooping naturally, as if she was a puppet that had lost its strings.

The woman snapped her fingers with her slender and beautiful hands, and Midu Sakura's body suddenly trembled and she regained consciousness.

"Brother Shirakawa!" Midu Sakura trotted back to Shirakawa, half hiding behind him, staring at the woman in fear.

"Don't be afraid!" The woman smiled, raised her hand, revealing her long nails with sharp tips, and acted like a boss lady.

Her every move seemed to be teasing Baichuan, or it could be said that she was born with a charming body, attracting Baichuan unconsciously and automatically.

"What do you want to do?" Bai Chuan asked, staring at the woman, not daring to look away for a moment, for fear that she would do something dangerous.

He reached into his pocket, grasped his pocket watch, and tried to find a suitable moment to hypnotize this strange woman.

Although the chance of success is very small, it is the only way out.