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

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I ate mostly school snacks today, but I should eat some proper food for a balanced diet.

Shirakawa returned to his bedroom and took out the knitted gloves and brass knuckles from his pocket.

He placed the brass knuckles in his hand and examined them carefully. They were entirely brass-colored, with four skull-shaped protrusions at the front. When worn on the hand, each finger would have one, and if it hit a person, it would either kill or seriously injure them.

He also wanted to wear the brass knuckles and use that invincible power, but Cecilia said that after Shirakawa became a half-succubus, many items were incompatible with his body and could not be used.

"Cessia, what should we do with this brass knuckle?" Shirakawa asked in his mind.

"I don't know either, I no longer have the ability to absorb them."

At this point, Cecilia may only serve as a reservoir of lustful energy for the Super Fiji Cup.

"How about we give it to our friends? That would also be a way to enhance our combat strength?"

Shirakawa thought of Nikaido; she would definitely be invincible if she wore it.

"That's not good. This brass knuckles can enhance the user's abilities in every way, but of course, it will also amplify the user's inner darkness..."

That sounds dangerous, so let's not send it.

“By the way, I can’t absorb it, do you want to try?” Cecilia suggested.

Shirakawa nodded, put on the brass knuckles, and indeed, the brass knuckles had no effect on his body.

However, he could feel the force of the brass knuckles drilling into his hand, much like a wanderer returning home, drilling so hard that his hand ached.

Shirakawa took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and used the remaining lustful power in his body as a catalyst to guide the power of the knuckle duster into his body.

He felt his body enveloped in a warm current, and his muscles began to feel hot and sore, with sweat pouring down his face.

After a while...

Shirakawa opened his eyes; all the power of the brass knuckles had been absorbed.

Feeling lighter, he eagerly threw a punch into the air, but nothing seemed to change...

It lacks the high-speed, menacing punches of Yoshioka.

So where exactly did the power of the brass knuckle go?

He stood up and suddenly felt something strange in his abdomen.

Shirakawa lifted his shirt to check his abs, which were now clearly visible, though previously barely discernible.

He took off his shirt, took out his phone, turned on selfie mode, and looked at his body through the camera. His chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and even trapezius muscles were clearly visible. His originally thin and weak body had become a strong, inverted triangle-shaped physique.

But its body is now driven entirely by lust, and its strength depends largely on its lust rather than its muscles.

So, to put it simply, brass knuckles are for shaping your body...

I feel somewhat disappointed...

"Dinner's ready!" Kana said with a smile as she pushed open the door and called to Shirakawa that dinner was ready.

Just then, he saw Shirakawa, shirtless, muscular, and sweating.

Instantly, a blush rose on her cheeks.

Kana isn't a woman who's obsessed with pretty boys, but Shirakawa looks really handsome like this.

Each muscle is just right, without any particularly abrupt or disgusting spots.

He's the type of girl that normal girls like.

He was so thin yesterday, but he looks like this today. Is the egg I bought for him really that powerful?

While the aunt was distracted, Shirakawa caught a glimpse of the knitted gloves on the bed.

Now is a good time to give gifts.

Shirakawa stepped forward, grabbed Kana, pulled her into the house, and closed the door.

......

Shirakawa-kun is so strong, he even managed to close the door...

Does he not want to eat, but want to eat me instead?

Kana's heart pounded. Her voluptuous figure swayed slightly, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and the small mole between her large breasts was quite cute. Her apron was still covered in vegetable juice.

Kana, who perfectly meets the **standards, is tormented by Shirakawa.

"Auntie, this is for you." Shirakawa picked up the knitted gloves from the bed and handed them to Kana.

"This is..."

"This is a return gift for you," Shirakawa said shyly, glancing deliberately to the side, "You can wear it while cooking so you won't get burned, and it'll keep you warm in winter..."

Kana examined the gloves closely. The cotton thread was rather thick, with holes of varying sizes gradually appearing between the threads. The workmanship was quite rough, revealing the maker to be rather clumsy, perhaps even a novice...

"Shirakawa-kun, did you make this yourself?"

"Yes, in the school corridor..."

Before Shirakawa could finish speaking, Kana pulled him into her arms.

Although Shirakawa has gained muscle, his height hasn't changed much.

He buried his face in his aunt's soft, bouncy chest, as if he could smell the faint scent of milk.

That little black mole was on the tip of his nose, and you could feel Kana trembling slightly with joy and excitement.

"Thank you, thank you Shirakawa-kun," Kana said, her voice slightly trembling with emotion. "I will definitely cherish this."

It had been a very long time since anyone had given her a gift. The last time was back in her student days, when some admirers gave her a gift, but of course, Kana didn't accept it.

Kana was overjoyed by the carefully crafted gift from her junior.

"Mmm." Shirakawa hugged his aunt tightly as well.

Her voluptuous body enveloped Shirakawa, whose muscles had grown stronger, and she seemed slightly weak, but she still held him close. Her intense heat and rapid heartbeat flowed into Shirakawa's body.

Compared to sitting in bed, this embrace brings Shirakawa more satisfaction.

Kana was so happy, even happier than being eaten by Shirakawa... no, no, being eaten by Shirakawa might be even happier...

Ah... my heart is in turmoil.

If Shirakawa hadn't been dating her daughter, if she were ten years younger, she would definitely have forced the man in her arms onto the bed over there.

......

"Shirakawa-kun," Kana reluctantly let go of Shirakawa, "let's eat first."

Her rosy cheeks and alluring, dreamy eyes—Kana's last shred of reason prevented her from overstepping her bounds.

It is precisely because they love each other that they cherish each other and will not cross the line.

"Auntie, I... I won't eat. I have an appointment with Sister Akaza later."

Although the aunt worked very hard to cook, Shirakawa felt like he was in prison and couldn't eat anything.

"Later?" Kana immediately switched from her seductive mode to her elder mode. "It's so late now, are you still going out? What time are you going and what time are you coming back?"

"Well, I arranged to meet Akaza-nee at 12 o'clock, so I probably won't be going home..."

"12 o'clock? Where?"

"A bar...a bar..."

“No!” Kana refused. “You’re too old to drink.”

According to Japanese law, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, and going to a bar at midnight is a time when all sorts of people can be found. How could Shirakawa-kun go to such a place? What if he gets led astray?

Also, tonight, she wanted to find an opportunity to help Shirakawa-kun deal with his sexual desires...

"Auntie, I have something urgent... Please... I don't drink alcohol," Shirakawa pleaded.

Kana glanced at the gloves, then at Shirakawa, who was pleading with his hands clasped together.

He sighed helplessly.

Shirakawa-kun is so cunning; after giving me his gift, he makes such an outrageous request...

However, she wasn't his parent, just his girlfriend's mother. They had no blood relation, and she lived in his house, so she had no right to discipline him too strictly...

"Okay... Remember to be careful and contact me if anything happens."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Bai Chuan opened the door, greeted the girls, and then hurriedly left.

"This child is really anxious..."

Kana gently stroked the gloves that Shirakawa had given her, holding them in her arms as if she were holding Shirakawa herself.

She then imagined Shirakawa's strong arms pressing her down beneath him...

Even the streams beneath the Amazon rainforest are faintly bubbling with honey.

Looks like we'll have to get this done today.

281. Shirakawa, drunk