Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

Shirakawa followed Akita and waited in front of the toilet door.

"Hey, Baichuan, you have the potential to be a rich man. I suggest you do this in the future. Collect all the girls and let them work to support you. Then you won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future." Cecilia started talking to him again.

It's like a rich woman's gigolo.

"Don't say anything. My conscience has also been greatly condemned." Baichuan felt very uncomfortable.

"I've told you so many times, conscience can't be used to make a living." Cecilia said nonchalantly.

"I've already told you that you don't understand human society."

Shirakawa still couldn't forget the angry look Akita gave him. He felt like a big jerk.

"By the way, you didn't want to fall for me at first. Are you satisfied now?"

Baichuan was in a bad mood, so his tone was a little harsh.

"No... I was just kidding." Feeling that Baichuan was rarely angry, Cecia's attitude became cautious. "Aren't we now a shared destiny? Even my body is yours."

The gods are truly gods, able to bend and stretch, and know when to relax and work hard. Baichuan really can't do anything about her.

No wonder she could make so many people fall in love with her in the past.

There were footsteps in the toilet. Akita was covering her hip skirt and stepping on high heels. Her face was flushed and her body was shaking with shame.

"Put it on." Akita said.

"Then let me check it out."

Shirakawa suspected that Akita was just fooling around.

Even though Shirakawa was not happy about it, as things had come to this point, he had to make sure Akita was obedient and wore it properly.

Don't look back, you have done the bad thing, but in the end you didn't collect the power of lust, and it was all in vain.

Akita looked around and made sure that no one else was coming.

With trembling hands, she rolled up her tight skirt little by little, and an outline had already appeared on the beautiful white little outfit.

It must be in there.

"Have you seen enough?!" Teacher Akita's tone was obviously sharp and his cheeks were red.

"You've seen enough, go and give your speech." Shirakawa patted Akita lightly.

Akita glared at Shirakawa with resentment, walked into the venue and returned to his seat.

Shirakawa took out the remote control from his pocket, confirmed that it was connected normally, and returned to his seat.

Next to him was Yazi.

The teams are arranged according to height.

In the girls' team, Maki sits in the back row because she is tall, and Sakura sits in the front row because she is short.

Ayako's height allowed her to sit next to him.

"Hey, Shirakawa, I thought you weren't coming."

Ako immediately threw herself into Shirakawa's arms.

"There are people here, stop making trouble." Shirakawa smiled awkwardly, pushed Ako away, and hurried to see the Midu sisters.

Sakura in front of him didn't look back. He turned his head slightly to look at Maki, but Maki didn't seem to notice.

Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Student representatives also walked to the stage.

"Teachers and students, the opening ceremony of the 29th Sakura High School Festival begins now!"

253. Akita is tortured by Shirakawa

Teacher Akita's face was flushed and he felt very uncomfortable. He moved the wheel repeatedly, trying to adjust it into a more comfortable position.

But no matter how I moved, I always had a strange feeling.

The faculty and staff colleagues next to him were still joking and chatting, which made Akita very nervous.

"Hey, Mr. Akita? Is the chair uncomfortable?"

The female colleague next to him noticed that Akita was acting strange and asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." Akita simply stopped adjusting and sat upright.

Baichuan also held his magic prop tightly in his hand, which had symbols from 0 to 100, as well as soothing mode and violent mode.

Activate relaxation mode.

Teacher Akita trembled slightly, was startled, and glared at Shirakawa fiercely.

Is it starting now? Damn Shirakawa.

......

It's not as intense and uncomfortable as I imagined, but it's quite comfortable...

Shirakawa also tasted a faint flavor, like the orange juice sold in maid cafes.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you." Cecia said with a smile, "You already have the power of lust at this level now. When Akita takes the stage, this power will be even stronger."

Baichuan didn't expect the effect to be so good.

"Now, please invite the teachers to give their speeches." the host said loudly.

Teacher Qiu strode to the podium with her speech in hand. This relaxing mode had no effect on her at all.

"Teachers and classmates, I am Yuzuru Akita, the homeroom teacher of Class A, Year 2. Today..."

Baichuan takes advantage of this moment to increase it to 20%

"Today... Today we are gathered together..."

If you listen carefully, you can feel that Mr. Akita's voice is a little strange and trembling.

However, the students in the audience were discussing the schedule of the school festival enthusiastically and didn't care at all about what the teacher on the stage was talking about.

Damn... Shirakawa, idiot, bastard.

Teacher Akita cursed quietly in his mind.

Her cheeks were slightly rosy, and her breathing was a little strange every time she finished a sentence.

The taste of orange juice in Shirakawa's heart also came closer.

Looking at Akita on the stage, Shirakawa felt a strange sense of abuse in his heart. Just by moving his fingers, he could make a girl have such a strange reaction. This feeling of dominating her made Shirakawa unable to stop.

No, no, no, this is not right. This is all just for the power of lust. I am a pure love warrior, I am a good young man, and all of this was forced.

After his behavior is justified by his inner heart, it is adjusted to 50%.

"Ah~~" Teacher Akita accidentally shouted, "Cough~~Cough~~"

He then used a few dry coughs to cover it up.

The students in the audience felt something was a little strange, but they didn't take it seriously.

Teacher Akita's calves were pointed outward, forming an inward-facing "E" shape.

Fortunately, her beautiful legs in black stockings were blocked by the wooden desk, so this ugly appearance was not seen by others.

The amplitude doubled again, and that strange feeling turned into a vague sense of comfort and pleasure.

Teacher Akita lowered his head and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

"Sakura High School has a long history."

Since she still needed more reason to suppress her inner desires, her sentence breaks became quite strange.

Her body could no longer hold on, and she had no choice but to look at Baichuan with pleading eyes, asking him to let her go.

Shirakawa certainly noticed Akita's begging. He looked around and saw that the students were not making a commotion, but the faculty and staff had begun to look at Akita with strange eyes.

This gear is about right. If you continue doing it, something bad may happen.

"Is this the end?" Cecilia was still not satisfied. She quietly crawled to Shirakawa's chest and said, "Don't you want to see what kind of expression Akita will show after you take another step? This kind of shameful play requires the right time, right place and right people. If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again."

"That's enough. I don't want Mr. Akita to end up in social disgrace."

"Well, since you said so, I won't force it."

I didn't expect Cecilia to be so obedient. It's not like her style.

However, that being the case.

Put the magic prop back into your pocket and slowly savor the delicious orange juice.

"There's a flaw." Cecia crawled out of Baichuan's collar, quickly crawled to his pocket, and pulled it up with her spider claws, pulling it up to 100%.

"Ah~~Hmm~~" Teacher Akita lost his composure in an instant.

Unable to resist the sudden feeling, she hit the microphone hard with her forehead, emitting a burst of electromagnetic chaos noise.

"What's going on? What happened?" The students obviously heard the strange noise and looked towards the podium in unison.

Teacher Akita also hurriedly managed his facial expression, trying to hold back his discomfort, and quickly straightened the black microphone.

"Sorry, classmates, today is the school festival. I was too excited yesterday and didn't sleep well. I'm feeling a little unwell." Akita smiled awkwardly, trying to get away with it.

Of course, the students underground didn't care and continued their discussion.

Being too excited yesterday was fake, being too excited now is real.

The sudden attack almost made her long-accumulated lust burst out, but fortunately she held it back at the last moment.

If she went to the top of the cloud on the podium, she would be too ashamed to stay in Sakura High School.

There were already tiny beads of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were visibly flushed. She glanced at Baichuan, her eyes filled with deep hatred.

She had actually made herself so embarrassed. When school started, she would give him lots of homework, the kind that he could not finish even if he stayed up all night. If he couldn't hand it in, she would make him stand in the corner every day, making him so tired that he couldn't even straighten his back. Going to school was like such a punishment, and it would be half as uncomfortable.

This is also the most vicious means of revenge that Akita can think of.

She cleared her throat, gritted her teeth, and continued her blessing with difficulty.

"Wow, she can hold it in." Cecilia was surprised. "I thought she would just go, but I didn't expect she was so resilient. She's a good girl."

"You~~" Baichuan didn't want to say anything more. It was better to believe that the sun would rise from the west than to believe that Cecilia would be honest.

However, the hateful look in Mr. Akita's eyes just now made him feel very uncomfortable.

And the instigator is still complacent and smug.

Baichuan reached into his pocket and grabbed Cecia's spider leg tightly.

"Stop, don't pull, my body is so precious, it's going to break, ahhhh."

Cecilia was pulled out, her spider legs still tightly holding the plastic box.

"You're not listening, are you..."

Baichuan flicked Cecilia's head hard in the abdomen.

"Ah~~ It hurts. I know I was wrong."

Baichuan played it hard again.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

"This is the last time." Baichuan gathered strength in his fingertips and flicked it hard for the last time.

"Ah!" Cecilia's moan turned into a coquettish sound, "That... it feels a little good, can you play it again?"

"What the hell..."

She is truly a succubus god. She feels comfortable with this kind of torture. She must be "lustful" to her core.

"If you don't listen and mess around again, I will ignore you in the future."

"Okay, I get it." Cecilia curled up her spider legs and admitted her mistake, her tone like a child who had done something wrong.