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

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Thanks to Nikaido and Maki's remarks, Shirakawa effortlessly escaped the scumbag label and successfully shifted all the attention to Fukada.

The students also changed their topic of conversation from Shirakawa to Fukada.

Among them were some young boys who had been manipulated by Fukada's sweet words. When they discussed it with each other, they exposed all of Fukada's hypocrisy.

The boys all wanted an explanation from Fukada.

"Didn't expect that, did you, Fukada? This time you've really shot yourself in the foot," Shirakawa said with a smug smile.

Such an offensive was easily neutralized by him with just a few words.

Shirakawa had prepared a whole bunch of excuses for today, but unfortunately, none of them were needed.

But Fukada's behavior was strange.

There was no resentment, no fear, no rebuttal; he simply lowered his head, his expression sorrowful, as if he had long known the whole affair would end this way.

Seeing Fukada in such a disheveled state, Shirakawa didn't feel the satisfaction of defeating the bad guy. Instead, he felt a pang of conscience, wondering if he had gone too far.

"Hey, Fukada?" Shirakawa called out to her.

Fukada did not agree, but silently stepped down from the stage, looking distracted.

Several boys stopped her.

"Then, Fukada-senpai, is what Shirakawa said true?"

These boys actually already knew the answer, but they didn't believe it. They couldn't believe that the cute and gentle senior, Fukada, would toy with their feelings.

"It's true." Fukada nodded expressionlessly, continuing to walk absentmindedly.

The boys stepped forward and blocked her way again.

"So you're saying you have absolutely no feelings for me, or for us?"

Even if they were just fish in Fukada's fishpond, they would be willing to do it as long as Fukada liked them even a little.

"You childish men disgust me. I was just swindling your money and playing with you. Don't flatter yourselves!" Fukada remained expressionless, looking utterly dejected.

She has completely given up on herself.

"You... Senior, are all those 'likes' you say fake?"

"Yes, it's all fake, it's all a lie to you. Are you satisfied now? Don't waste my time."

The boys stared at each other, their eyes burning with uncontrollable rage as they had loved her before. They wanted this woman to pay a heavy price for her actions.

They want to get back all the time, money, and emotions they've invested in Fukada.

One of the boys stepped forward: "Fukada-senpai, how about we go to the sports storage room to talk things over?"

The implication is clear: what they're planning to do is quite obvious.

Some of the boys immediately understood and surrounded Fukada with smiles.

The other boys clearly still had a shred of conscience left, and after much hesitation, they refused to step forward.

Fukada paused for a moment, then realized what they were about to do. His face filled with fear, he retreated repeatedly.

"Fukada-senpai, please stay with us for a little while. If you leave now, you won't have a peaceful life at Sakura-dachi High School in the future."

The boy in the lead threatened.

There are many ways to bully someone, such as throwing all their textbooks into the bushes or trash cans, scribbling on their desk, deliberately soaking their indoor shoes in water, or moving and hiding their chair...

Fukada's eyes were filled with despair; this time, she finally realized her mistake.

She thought she could manipulate these boys with her emotional intelligence and deception, but she never expected that things would eventually be exposed.

Fukada lowered his head and walked resignedly toward the sports storage warehouse.

"Hey, you guys were also fooled by Akita, right? We're going to do something fun, aren't you going?" the leader said to the conscientious boys who were standing there dumbfounded.

"That's wrong, I'm going to tell the teacher!"

"Don't rush, relax. Senior Fukada is so beautiful, she must have been with a lot of guys. One more or one less doesn't matter. Besides, I personally have spent a lot of time and effort on her. I spend tens of thousands of yen every month to treat her to meals. I just want to make up for my losses."

The boy, who still had a shred of conscience, was clearly swayed by the leader.

Isn't he the same?

Why not take this opportunity? I can immediately and freely humiliate my former "white moonlight." Such a good thing is a rare treat.

So, Fukada walked in front, and a group of boys followed behind with great enthusiasm, heading together to the sports warehouse.

On stage, the host awkwardly went up and took the microphone back from Shirakawa.

"Sorry everyone, there was a slight mishap midway through. I thought the vice president was looking for us... Never mind, that's not important. The quiz competition will start again. Both teams, please get ready!"

Maki and Nikaido returned to their seats, ready to answer the questions.

Sakura composed herself and stood up again.

Jackie fell into deep thought as she once again witnessed Ayako's strange behavior standing opposite her.

She placed her hands behind her head, tightened her arms, buried her head low, almost touching the podium, and her body was trembling.

She was making soft murmurs, but we were too far away to hear what she was saying.

She's been like this ever since Maki and Nikaido went on stage and argued.

Jackie lost interest in the competition and immediately went to check on Ayako's condition.

"Please return to your seat, student." The host quickly stepped forward, intending to stop Jackie.

"Alright," Shirakawa said, "Sorry, classmates, we have something to do, so we'll have to cancel. Please let the next group go on stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shirakawa jogged to catch up with Fukada and the others.

265. Fukada leaves +? On the eve of the battle

The sports warehouse, a place where all sorts of "things" are destined to happen.

Fukada leaned against the wall, his little leather shoes stepping on the large soft mat used for high jump.

A group of boys surrounded her in a semi-circle, each of them poised to take advantage of the beautiful senior.

"If I satisfy you here, you'll let me go, right?" Fukada raised her pretty face slightly, her empty eyes staring at the group of men as she spoke coldly.

"Of course, the brothers aren't bad people, they'll definitely keep their word."

"That's what the boy in the lead said."

The other boys rubbed their hands together, ready to admire the fallen state of the girls they once loved most.

"Wait a minute, everyone."

Shirakawa rushed into the sports storage room and quickly stopped them.

"Are you... Shirakawa, the one who was on stage just now?" The boys looked at each other, wondering what he was doing there.

"Yes, it's me."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Fukada's eyes, but then dimmed again. She knew that Shirakawa would not help her.

"Shirakawa, do you want to be the first to try Fukada-senpai?"

"No, no, no," Shirakawa shook his head repeatedly.

"Haha, we're all on the same side, no need to be shy. Since you want it, you can go first in line." The group of boys made way for Shirakawa.

They were able to learn Fukada's true colors thanks to Shirakawa, and in their eyes, Shirakawa was practically their benefactor who told them the truth.

Moreover, Fukada's despicable act of secretly filming must have deeply hurt him.

Therefore, it was only natural for Shirakawa to be the first to enjoy Fukada's company, and the other boys had no objections.

After Shirakawa-kun has finished enjoying himself, the so-called "big O" sex session can begin.

"Wait a minute, everyone. I'm not here to do that kind of thing." Shirakawa waved his hand in refusal.

"Then what are you here for?"

"I'm here to stop you."

"why?"

"What else could it be? A bunch of men crammed together, forcing a young girl—that's a crime!" Shirakawa said.

"A crime? No way, didn't Fukada-senpai already agree to it?"

The boy in the lead looked at Akita.

Akita did not answer, slumped on the mat, his eyes dull and lifeless.

Shirakawa's right eye glowed red again, activating its persuasive power: "Everyone, listen to me. If you do that now, wouldn't you be no different from this filthy and despicable woman, humiliating and toying with her for your own selfish desires?"

"But we spent so much money and effort on her...we just wanted to make it up to her?"

"Compensation in this way? That's too dirty and despicable! How about this, I'll have Fukada apologize to you and make up for your losses, how about that?"

Shirakawa then channeled the power of his own desires to amplify the persuasive effect.

The boys in the lead hesitated noticeably, which suggested that she had already persuaded them.