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

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This...this is too much...

Shirakawa's hand speed increased again, and Kana's face turned even redder. She could even smell the strong bear-like scent in the air.

Her rational mind wanted her to avoid it, to get away from the bedroom, but she simply couldn't move.

She understood that this spectacular sight might only be seen once in her lifetime.

Kana's breathing became increasingly rapid, as if a hidden switch in her body had been flipped, and the headlights and wheels trembled slightly with her swaying and breathing.

In South America, and in its lush Amazon rainforest, dried-up riverbeds are barely flowing.

Miike pursed his lips and had no choice but to forcibly remove the VR glasses.

"What are you doing! Miike, let me finish watching!" Shirakawa was getting into it when he saw the male protagonist, who was actually the camera, using both his hands and feet to make full use of his body language.

My initial feeling of arriving was interrupted by Miike, which was a bit annoying.

"Look who's here!"

"Who?"

As soon as he took off his glasses, Shirakawa could only see Miike's face and didn't see anyone else in the room.

He straightened up slightly.

I saw Aunt Meidu at the door...

Aunt Meidu? !

195. I didn't eat enough for dinner and I'd like to eat some seafood.

The most embarrassing thing in life is being caught doing your craft in front of your parents.

"Ah!" Shirakawa exclaimed in surprise, pulling the large blanket up and wrapping himself up tightly, covering his body and the giant cannon completely.

The gentle auntie found out I was doing this kind of thing.

So embarrassing.

Shirakawa even considered jumping off a building to remake and start over.

"Um, Shirakawa-kun. It's okay. He's a boy, young and energetic, it's understandable." Kana said, blushing.

Such attempts to comfort others backfired, making the situation worse and the conversation more awkward.

Shirakawa didn't know what to say; he just wanted Aunt Mido to forget that embarrassing scene as soon as possible.

Michi leaned closer and looked down at Shirakawa's blushing, embarrassed smile.

I never expected that Shirakawa would have such a shy side.

"Oh, it's nothing serious," Miike comforted him. "Shirakawa, don't be sad, let's go to sleep."

"Sleep? Sleep here?" Shirakawa said to Miike beside him, too embarrassed to look at his aunt again.

"Yeah, I don't want to go home and sleep with Maki." Miike yawned lazily and began to take off his clothes one by one.

"That auntie..."

“I’ll sleep here too, Shirakawa-kun. It’s more spacious here, and I’ll sleep more comfortably.” Aunt Mito sat on the bed.

After all, without Miike as a driver, it's not very safe for someone to take a taxi home alone in the middle of the night.

The bed is large enough to comfortably accommodate them all.

Shirakawa lay in the middle of the large bed, with two women on either side, slowly undressing. Their figures were worlds apart, giving off completely different vibes, making one sigh at the differences between people.

Aunt Mido was clearly shy, her back to Shirakawa. Her clothes slid down her body, revealing her broad, smooth arms and rounded, muscular breasts, which pressed against the soft bed, creating several creases.

Shirakawa couldn't help but stare at the aunt's back.

On the other side of Shirakawa, Miike was different from her aunt. They were both familiar with the place and had no sense of shyness. She was taking off her clothes in front of Shirakawa. However, her figure was flat and thin, which gave her a completely different kind of beauty. Her beautiful legs were crossed, and her arms and thighs were slightly muscular, making her look more like a supermodel.

Seeing Shirakawa gazing longingly at his aunt, Miike couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

She lifted her little foot and gave Shirakawa a light kick.

Shirakawa realized his actions were too inappropriate and wrapped himself in the blanket, turning his back to Kana.

Aunt Meidu completely removed her clothes, her entire figure covered by a few small pieces of fabric. The straps of her bra were tightly taut, trying their best to hold her enormous breasts. The large headlights were so big that they couldn't be grasped with two hands, swaying slightly like condensed water droplets.

If you look from the front, you can still vaguely see the South American Amazon.

Shirakawa's mouth was dry, and he quickly swallowed.

Even in his normal state, Shirakawa was almost unable to hold back, let alone in his current state where his desire to attack was extremely strong.

The price increase is really painful.

He felt like he was about to pierce the blanket, and he could only press it down slightly with his thighs.

"Do you... do you still have blankets?" Aunt Kana crossed her arms in front of her chest, turned her head slightly, and asked shyly.

There was only one huge quilt on this big bed, clearly intended for rich young masters to sleep with two women on either side of them after playing around.

"I don't know, Auntie, there should be some in the cabinet, could you take a look?" Shirakawa pointed to the wardrobe next to him.

"I don't care, I'm going to sleep." Michi pulled the blanket up and lay down next to Shirakawa, covering herself with it.

“Okay,” Aunt Kana let her hair down, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, almost reaching her upper body. Judging from her beautiful back view, one might mistake her for a young and pretty high school student.

She gently grabbed the other corner of the blanket and slowly lay down with her back to Shirakawa.

Sleeping with Shirakawa-kun like this is embarrassing, but it's also kind of irresistible.

You can also vaguely sense a sense of immorality.

This bed is quite high-end, very soft and comfortable; once you lie down, your whole body feels like it's sinking into it.

When Midori Kana lay down, Shirakawa felt as if the entire bed was tilting towards her, and he involuntarily slid towards his aunt.

The blanket was also stretched up by her extremely voluptuous body. The two women, one thin and one plump, lay on either side, forming a small acute angle. The blanket did not even cover Shirakawa's body.

Last night, they slept in pajamas, but tonight they were basically completely naked.

Aunt Kana's beautiful hair partially obscured her smooth, soft back...

"What are you looking at, Shirakawa?" Miike pouted, and with a ruthless iron hand, she gripped Shirakawa's lifeline.

"Sanchi-nee, stop fooling around." Shirakawa reached under the blanket and pushed her hand away.

Aunt Kana was right there, and there were some things I just couldn't do no matter what.

"Hmph, I'll do it anyway..."

"Um, about the Nagasaki Club, don't you want to know what happened tonight?" Shirakawa quickly changed the subject.

Upon hearing the name "Nagasaki Club," Miike immediately released his grip, switching from lustful mode to serious mode, adopting a solemn and earnest demeanor.

Yes, seeing that Shirakawa was safe and sound, I was probably too relaxed and forgot about such an important matter.

"Speak, Shirakawa."

Shirakawa briefly recounted the events of the evening to Miike, omitting, of course, the incident involving the pistol Russian roulette.

Illegal possession of firearms is a serious crime, and Shirakawa was afraid that Miike would get anxious and cause another conflict with Matsushima.

It's best to turn enemies into friends and avoid opposing them as much as possible, especially with a yakuza boss like Matsushima.

"So, from a certain perspective, this Nagasaki club is still a 'legal and compliant' place?"

"Yes."

"That pill wasn't sold at Matsushima's behest, but rather someone with ulterior motives used this place to lure girls into working here?"

"That's right. The culprit behind all this is Principal Kato of Sakura High School, and Matsushima is also ordering her arrest."

"So, all of this just ends so easily?" Miike was extremely unwilling.

"Probably." Shirakawa didn't mention anything about Russian roulette.

This incident was also a key moment in establishing trust between Shirakawa and Matsushima, as Shirakawa believed that Matsushima should keep his word.

Without this gamble, things certainly wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Miike only heard Shirakawa's descriptions and had no personal experience, so of course he didn't trust Matsushima.

Shirakawa turned down to face Miike, the two of them only an arm's length apart.

"I don't believe it. Isn't Matsushima a gang leader? Isn't she a criminal? How could she be so kind as to completely resolve the drug issue?"

“Miike, think about it carefully.” Shirakawa slowly reasoned with Miike, “When you were working at the Metropolitan Police Department, there was no progress in this case, and the Metropolitan Police Commissioner was colluding with those powerful people and forced you to resign. Look at Matsushima, as soon as the incident happened, he started cleaning house.”

“But she’s a criminal.” Miike, full of a sense of justice, still refused to believe that Matsushima would be so kind.

“I know she may not be a good person, but she also has the most basic moral bottom line and knows what she should do and what she shouldn’t do or cannot do.”

"Why are you always defending her? Do you like her?" Michi asked angrily.

"No way, that's impossible." Shirakawa immediately refused.

How could he like this kind of woman?

Their relationship is currently just a one-sided one, where Matsushima admires Shirakawa for his talent.