A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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"Hey! Let go!" Shirakawa Miwa jumped back like a startled rabbit, looking around frantically. "What if the students see us!"

Jingu Makoto relentlessly moved closer and hugged her.

"So, does Miwa believe me now?"

"I...I believe you, okay?" Shirakawa Miwa said, her face flushed.

Jingu Makoto then released his grip.

After letting go, Shirakawa Miwa straightened her disheveled clothes and gave Kamiya Makoto a reproachful look.

"bad guy!"

Jingu Makoto didn't refute her, but simply squeezed her soft little hand and whispered, "Wait for me in the office at noon."

"Okay," Shirakawa Miwa said shyly, then turned and walked towards the teaching building.

However, her slightly red earlobes and the slight upturn of her lips revealed her true feelings.

Chapter 21 Drop Tower

At noon, after Jingu Makoto and Shinomiya Natsuha finished their lunch and he fed Natsuha until she was full, they headed toward Shirakawa Miwa's office.

As the saying goes, "To fight external enemies, one must first secure internal stability." In order to better eliminate evil, Jingu Makoto plans to appease Shirakawa Miwa, this little jealous queen.

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Jingu Makoto politely knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

A mature and pleasant female voice came from inside the door, and Jingu Makoto pushed the door open and entered.

Only Shirakawa Miwa remained in the office, holding a pen and grading exam papers.

"Miwa, I've come to find you." Makoto Jingu smiled as he approached her.

As the distance closed, a fragrance, like musk and orchid, wafted into my nostrils—the aroma of a mature woman.

"Really, at school you have to call me Mr. Shirakawa."

Even so, Shirakawa Miwa still showed a charming smile when she saw Jingu Makoto.

Jingu Makoto walked around behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Are you grading papers?" he asked, his fingers already applying pressure to his tense muscles.

"Hmm..." Shirakawa Miwa let out a comfortable sigh, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her body unconsciously relaxed.

When Makoto Jingu pressed precisely on the acupoint on the back of her neck, she let out a short groan and then bit her lower lip.

"Your technique is amazing!"

Jingu Makoto smiled without saying a word; this was all thanks to the massages he had given to Miss Mira in the past.

With a gentle force, Shirakawa Miwa felt as if her whole body had been purified, and all her fatigue was swept away.

As Jingu Makoto rubbed his shoulders, his gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, where a pair of wicked hearts came into view.

Such a thick layer of fat must mean it wasn't massaged properly.

Jingu Makoto's fingers slowly slid down, while he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Miwa-chan, it must be very tiring to go to class with such a heavy burden every day, right?"

His breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe: "Let me help you relax..."

Before he finished speaking, his hands had already slipped under her armpits and accurately grasped those thick, fatty mounds.

Even through clothing, you can feel its amazing elasticity and weight.

"Hmm..." Shirakawa Miwa's voice trembled slightly, but her body honestly leaned back, giving herself even deeper into Jingu Makoto's control.

With gentle touches, slow twists, and repeated picking, all eighteen martial arts techniques are employed.

"Look how stiff it's become..." Jingu Makoto said, feigning seriousness, but increasing the pressure on his hands. "It needs a proper massage..."

"You're lying... This isn't a massage at all..." Shirakawa Miwa tried to protest, but the tingling pleasure made her words broken and intermittent.

Jingu Makoto's left hand continued massaging, while his right hand quietly slid down.

Upon reaching the mysterious place, Shirakawa Miwa suddenly tilted her head back, pressing the back of her head against Jingu Makoto's chest.

Seizing the opportunity, Makoto Jingu kissed her directly.

With the art of conversation combined with Makoto Jingu's skillful techniques, Shirakawa Miwa was overwhelmed by the double attack and actually released her pent-up desire.

So this is the art of speaking? Looking at Shirakawa Miwa, who was panting heavily on the chair like a lump of mud, Jingu Makoto suddenly felt that this skill was really amazing.

Jingu Makoto chuckled and moved a chair over to sit down, then pulled Shirakawa Miwa onto his lap.

At this moment, she was no longer the dignified teacher she usually was; her eyes were red, her lips were slightly swollen, and her shirt was crumpled and wrinkled.

“Makoto…” She looked up, her watery eyes filled with longing, “It’s just me and Ms. Kyoko in this office… She took the day off to go home…”

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Jingu Makoto's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lifted her skirt.

Thanks to the previous "massage," Shirakawa Miwa was already prepared. Jingu Makoto penetrated her with almost no effort, and the two of them simultaneously let out a satisfied sigh.

“Ah… Makoto… so full…” Shirakawa Miwa hugged his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Jingu Makoto supported her and began to move up and down, but sitting restricted the movement of his waist, so he simply stood up while holding Shirakawa Miwa.

"Ah!" Shirakawa Miwa exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. "What are you doing... Ah!"

Jingu Makoto didn't answer, but instead started walking around the office in that position.

Miwa Shirakawa let out a kitten-like whimper. This strange feeling reminded her of the Ferris wheel she rode as a child, the feeling of suddenly reaching the highest point and then falling back down.

While performing weightlifting training, Makoto Jingu suddenly recalled the lyrics of a song that had suddenly become a hit on Earth in his previous life.

Baby, our relationship is like a drop tower, suddenly lifting me into the air and then crashing me to the ground...

This is so fitting for the occasion!

As the final wave swept in, Shirakawa Miwa clung tightly to Jingu Makoto, leaving several scratch marks on his back with her fingernails.

Meanwhile, Makoto Jingu whispered obscene words in her ear, bringing this usually dignified teacher to another climax.

Gently stroking Shirakawa Miwa, and waiting for her to calm down, Jingu Makoto finally spoke: "Miwa-chan, do you want to know what happened this morning?"

Still immersed in the afterglow, Shirakawa Miwa was a little confused at first, but she quickly came to her senses.

She looked up at Jingu Makoto and asked curiously, "So, what's your relationship with those girls?"

"Those three hot girls have nothing to do with me. But Natsumi Murasaki is my girlfriend." Makoto Jingu boldly stated the truth.

As expected, Shirakawa Miwa felt a pang of sadness. After filling in for so long, she had almost gotten to know everyone in Jingu Makoto's class.

If I remember correctly, Natsumi Murasaki is a very beautiful girl with a great figure.

"And what about me? What am I?" Shirakawa Miwa asked, staring at Jingu Makoto with a resentful look.

“You are someone I love too, and you are all my wings!” Jingu Makoto replied firmly.

The high favorability rating of 100 shown in the warning diary, coupled with his art of speaking and confidence in his own abilities, led him to decide to bring everything to light.

After all, exposure was inevitable sooner or later, and trying to cover it up would only hurt Shirakawa Miwa.

Shirakawa Miwa hadn't expected Jingu Makoto to be so bold and honest. For a moment, she had so much to say, but didn't know where to begin.

Should she break up with him? But the burning desire within her made the thought of it completely impossible for her to even cross her mind.

Shirakawa Miwa suddenly lowered her head and bit Jingu Makoto's shoulder hard. The sensation of her teeth sinking into his muscle was accompanied by a faint taste of rust, but the arms wrapped around her remained motionless.

"Hmph...you got off easy." Finally, she loosened her teeth and buried her burning cheeks in that chest that carried a familiar scent.

Chapter 22 Coach Dong Gang, you didn't want this either...

Just as Jingu Makoto finished comforting Shirakawa Miwa and leisurely walked back to the classroom, the alarm from the warning diary in his mind went off.

[WARNING! WARNING! The target baseball team manager, 'Nanao Akane,' has been targeted by an evil person. An evil incident is about to occur in the baseball team's equipment warehouse. Please respond promptly!]

[Time remaining since the event: 00:09:59]

Hmm, Akane Nanao? It seems something has happened that I don't know about.

As Jingu Makoto turned and headed toward the warehouse, he pondered to himself.

After being bored for so long, finally a big one has arrived! It's an event related to the female lead, so the rewards should be pretty good.

"Then let us hunt down those villains who have fallen into darkness!"

……

On the other side, Akane Nanao was walking quickly downstairs.

A major event happened in the baseball team this morning: a last-minute coaching change.

The new coach is named Higashi Takeda, a middle-aged man with an average appearance but an exceptionally strong physique.

Akane Nanao recalled her conversation with him that morning, as well as Coach Higashi's unrestrained gaze, and her expression became somewhat uncomfortable.

However, she has always been a responsible person, so she still carefully handed over all the baseball club-related work to him.

But at noon, she suddenly received a text message from Coach Dong Gang, saying that he wanted to discuss the future plans of the baseball team with her.

Strangely, the location was the baseball team's equipment warehouse, not Coach Dong Gang's office.

Because of her bad first impression, Akane Nanao always felt that something bad might happen if she met with Coach Higashi alone...

As her thoughts raced, Akane Nanao found herself unknowingly arriving at the warehouse entrance.

She took a deep breath, patted her cheeks, and hoped it was just her imagination.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I heard Coach Dong Gang's slightly hoarse voice.

"Nanao-kun, you've kept the teacher waiting for ages!"

Akane turned her head and saw that Coach Higashi, with his ugly face, was standing behind the door.

After Akane Nanao came in, Coach Higashi closed the door, then walked to the stacked high jump mats in the warehouse and sat down, crossing his legs while looking her up and down with a disgusted expression.

Although it was summer, the dark warehouse and the unsettling gazes made Nanao Akane feel a chill.

She frowned and looked at Coach Dong Gang warily.

"Sorry, I was having dinner with my classmates, so I'm a little late. Coach Donggang asked me to come. What's the matter?"

"Haha!" Coach Donggang, seeing Nanao Akane's indifferent expression, was not annoyed at all, but instead laughed excitedly twice.

"Manager Nanao, it's like this. I think the reason our school's baseball team hasn't achieved results for so long is that the players' desires haven't been properly channeled. So I hope that you, Nanao, can dedicate yourself to providing some X services for the students."

"Ha!" Akane Nanao looked at Coach Higashigoro as if he were a pervert. "Do you know what you're saying, Coach Higashigoro?!"

“I think I’ve made myself very clear, X service.” Coach Dong Gang replied, while his wicked gaze swept over Nanao Akane’s voluptuous figure, which couldn’t be hidden even by her oversized school uniform.

Akane Nanao's face turned red with anger. She covered her chest with her hands and then angrily rebuked, "You've just arrived at the school and you're already saying such rude things to the students! Coach Higashi, do you believe I'll call the police right now?!"

As she spoke, she took out her phone from her pocket, but to her surprise, Coach Dong Gang on the other side looked completely indifferent.

"Oh? Nanao-kun, are you sure you want to call the police? Aren't you afraid something will happen to your boyfriend, Jingu Makoto?"

How did you suddenly get involved with Makoto? Nanao Akane asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by this?"

Coach Higashi, smugly pleased with himself for having grasped Akane Nanao's weakness, chuckled and said, "You and Makoto Jingu are in a relationship, aren't you? You even quit the swimming club for him to become the baseball manager. And I'm the baseball coach. Are you sure you want to defy me?"

"Nanao-kun, you don't want your boyfriend to be kicked out of the baseball team, do you?"

Uh, Akane Nanao looked at Coach Higashi, who was wearing a lewd smile, speechless.

Although she did come to the baseball team as manager for Makoto, they are not currently in a romantic relationship.

Judging from Chengjun's inconsistent playing style, he probably isn't very interested in baseball. If you actually kick him out, he might even thank you!

Moreover, Akane Nanao recalled the words that Makoto Jingu had once warned her.

"Akane, this world is dangerous, so a beautiful girl like you has to protect yourself. If someone threatens you, never agree to their demands. If you can beat them, just fight back and don't talk nonsense. If you can't beat them, don't be afraid, you can secretly record the conversation..."

"Cheng-kun, you were absolutely right." Nanao Akane seemed to feel a force supporting her from behind. There was no fear on her face. Instead, under Coach Donggang's surprised gaze, she raised her phone and said, word by word.

"I recorded everything the coach just said! Coach Dong Gang, you don't want others to know that you threatened the female students, do you?"