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

Why did she come here?

A delinquent leader would never have anything to do with a place like this.

Shirakawa stood with his back to the reception desk and the entrance, facing the locker room door as if "reflecting on his mistakes," not daring to turn around.

"Hello, Ms. Nikaido, is your reservation...?" The receptionist typed on the keyboard, searching through the list.

“The bear-themed ones match this!” Nikaido showed his bear-themed panties to the receptionist.

"Oh, please wait a moment." The receptionist rummaged through a pile of clothes nearby and pulled out a bra that was almost identical to the one that Shirakawa had accidentally taken.

Does the boss really like this bra that much?

Nikaido took it and examined it carefully, checking it repeatedly. It was almost identical to his original one.

"You can try it on in the changing room over there."

That changing room over there, isn't that my place?

Oh no.

Shirakawa only changed his clothes, not his face. If Nikaido gets close, he will definitely be discovered.

Discovering him in such a shop would leave Shirakawa with no way to defend himself. Given the relationship between Nikaido and Akaza, it's practically equivalent to Akaza discovering it...

No, I have to hide it right away.

There is only one place to hide it.

Shirakawa gritted his teeth, opened the door to Sakura's changing room, and slipped inside.

74. A Date with Midori Sakura 2

Sakura's clothes were all hanging on the hangers, but she was completely naked.

Shirakawa rushed into the locker room and closed the door.

The cramped changing room could barely fit a second person. Suddenly, Mitsu Sakura was pushed forward by Shirakawa, her upper body leaning against the mirror in front of her, her hands pressed down on it like an inflated balloon being squeezed and deflated.

The two small halves of the peach arched slightly, one in front of the other, looking remarkably alike...

Through the mirror, Sakura knew that it was Shirakawa who had come in.

"Ah, die~ Ughhhhhh."

Shirakawa quickly covered Sakura's mouth.

Woohoo~

Sakura wanted to speak, but could only whimper.

I started to feel a little nervous and scared.

Shirakawa-san couldn't hold back anymore? Here he is.

This was Sakura's first time, and she wanted her first time to be more formal, not to start and end hastily in this cramped dressing room.

Shirakawa whispered in Sakura's ear, "Sakura-sama, some classmates are coming outside. I'll hide here for a bit."

Shirakawa did not mention Nikaido to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

Sakura understood and nodded repeatedly. Although high schools in Japan are relatively open, they are not this open. If a boy and a girl were to go shopping together in a lingerie store, it would definitely cause a sensation at school.

Sakura nodded, and Shirakawa removed his hand, a little saliva clinging to his palm, drawing a translucent thread in the air.

Nikaido, who was outside the door, came into the dressing room with the clothes and casually opened the door to the room where Shirakawa and Sakura were hiding.

The light shone in through the slightly ajar door, and Shirakawa grabbed the doorknob and pulled it back.

The door slammed shut.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know there were people inside." Nikaido apologized repeatedly and went to another changing room to change his clothes.

We almost got exposed.

There was a small latch on the door, which Shirakawa forgot to lock when he sneaked in.

Nikaido went to the changing room next door to change his clothes. His shirt, which he had taken off, accidentally fell to the ground due to being wet.

Bending down to pick it up, I peeked through the gap under the two changing rooms and saw four legs in the adjacent changing room.

Closest to the mirror were a pair of small, white, and tender feet wearing slippers, their toes slightly curled up, gripping the slippers, whether out of nervousness or exertion.

The foot on the back was wearing men's sneakers that looked somewhat familiar.

Their toes were all pointing towards the mirror.

emmmmm.

What a pervert.

Doing that kind of thing in public is truly despicable.

Nikaido quickly changed his clothes, wanting to leave this pair of perverts.

Meanwhile, on Shirakawa's side, due to her height, Sakura's slender waist was right next to Shirakawa's hips, only a thumb's width away.

At this distance, if even the slightest mishap with her pants, she could poke Sakura's waist.

Looking in the mirror, one could see a shy, tense expression, a stark contrast to her usual haughty demeanor, and her enormous breasts, almost compressed into a pancake shape, and further down...

Sakura saw Shirakawa's gaze shift downwards through the mirror and hurriedly covered her private parts with her hands.

That expression, that body.

The allure of the cherry blossoms had already become too much for Shirakawa to handle, and Shirakawa's rationality had reached its limit!

[Shirakawa-kun, hurry up, let's use Sakura completely!]

The wretched cursed woman whispered in Shirakawa's mind, mimicking Sakura's tone.

It's better to come early than to come by chance.

This low murmur became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Ugh!" Sakura felt as if she had been hit by something and couldn't help but cry out. She immediately covered her mouth after crying out.

There are people around, and they even shouted out loud. They're such perverts. Hurry up and finish trying on the underwear and get away from them. Nikaido, hurry up and change your clothes.

Shirakawa moved back a bit, pressing his body against the door behind him to create a safe distance.

Right, Nikaido is changing clothes now, so can't we run away right now?

Just as Shirakawa was about to open the door, he heard the footsteps of a female customer outside.

There are still people waiting outside. If any female customer sees Shirakawa come out of this dressing room and criticizes him a bit, he will be exposed.

Wait, be patient!

Hard work!

But the situation isn't so tense right now. As long as Shirakawa and Sakura don't make any moves, nothing good will happen.

However, Sakura's condition is a little off.

This misleading promotion, coupled with his complete nudity, and all these other buffs...

Mido Sakura seems to have continued the feeling from last night.

I remember last night Sakura was watching her sister and Shirakawa do things, but unfortunately she made a commotion and was almost discovered by her sister.

When I got to my room, I felt uncomfortable no matter what I did.

Now, that feeling is back.

Sakura bent over even more, her slender waist pressing against Shirakawa's... gently rubbing against him.

The peach was pressed against Shirakawa's rectus femoris muscle.

Sakura knew in her heart that this was a wrong move, an unhealthy and terrible move.

But since my sister did something like that, I can't fall behind.

The large, soft object that had been squeezed regained some of its shape, slightly dented, whether from being compressed or naturally formed.

Shirakawa was dumbfounded. I have tried my best to restrain myself and fight against my evil desires and the seduction of women. Why did you still come up to me?

Is this butter?

Shirakawa had no room to retreat any further; he was trapped with nowhere to go. He wanted to speak up and stop her, but Nikaido was right next to him. He wanted to push Sakura's waist away, but her smooth, fair, and rosy skin made it difficult for him to find a good starting point.

Besides, where could you push her to? Sakura was already half-lying on the mirror.

Midori Sakura closed her eyes slightly, biting her lip with her little tiger teeth, tilted her head back, and her hands covering her "lips" trembled slightly as she felt the unyielding hardness emanating from Shirakawa in her waist.

The shame of being naked aroused and provoked Sakura's desire, making her unable to extricate herself from the throes of passion.

Shirakawa felt Sakura's waist with keen sensitivity.

The hard spine in the middle, combined with the flesh on both sides of the waist, creates a wonderful sensation of hardness and softness.

Soft → Hard → Soft

Soft ← Hard ← Soft

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it...