Sakura Renka

Akasaka called Sakura Airi out from school again. This time, just in case, he had her contact her family in advance and tell them that her boyfriend was the Prime Minister of Japan.

It was basically a precautionary warning.

He wanted to avoid them, like other fathers- and mothers-in-law, being mentally unprepared and causing some awkward misunderstanding.

Sakura Airi had gotten off the bus as well.

She wore a tracksuit, not even a skirt—just sweatpants.

They were meant to conceal her explosive figure.

After all, both her perfect legs and her breasts were top-tier; otherwise, she could never have become a professional idol.

But she was somewhat frightened and couldn't stand other people's stares, so she had dressed herself up like a country bumpkin—as tacky as possible.

Two ugly, thick braids still hung down her back, and she wore a pair of glasses that completely sealed away her looks.

Only when Akasaka came to pick her up did she dare lift her head, her eyes briefly brightening.

Akasaka walked over and took the bag from her shoulder, lightening Sakura's burden as he looked at her somewhat helplessly...

Although he thought this was quite good—at least his girlfriend knew how to protect herself and avoid attracting others' attention.

Still, this couldn't go on forever.

He couldn't be too selfish...

Sakura had her own way of living, and he couldn't interfere too much with her life and freedom.

But he still had to provide the protection she needed...

Using his identity and authority as the Prime Minister of Japan, he had also sent people to secretly protect Sakura and her family.

After all, Sakura's family was just an ordinary middle-class household.

If criminals learned of Sakura's relationship with the Prime Minister of Japan, they would definitely exploit it. Akasaka had to prevent