Shiraishi in a Kimono Late at Night / An Exceptionally Cute Shiraishi

As for what happened at the Oba Group, whether Oba was turned or something, those are not things he should care about right now.

Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into them—only the most despicable idiot would do such a thing.

At all times, your own safety is the most important thing.

"Is it all resolved?"

"I guess it's resolved." At the entrance of a restaurant, Aoyama smiled as he answered Shiraishi's question.

By using his Detective Badge to inquire about Kamuro's phone location, he finally reunited with his team members just before six o'clock.

"Just how much cash did you exchange?" Ryuen looked at the motorcycle under Aoyama with some envy.

Harley-Davidson.

The streamlined, powerful heavy motorcycle, with its rugged and wild exhaust pipes, exudes power. According to his understanding, it would cost over a million to acquire.

"You like it? It's yours."

"But I'm telling you beforehand, this license plate is fake."

Aoyama pulled out the key and tossed it to Ryuen. Having acquired world-class driving skills, he was itching to get his hands on it. Coupled with the fact that it wasn't suitable to be used as a vehicle, he directly extracted a purple reward: one of Vermouth's rides.

"Never mind, I can't accept something for nothing." Ryuen caught the key and then pretended to throw it back.

He felt that his relationship with Aoyama wasn't close enough to go that far, and he wasn't the kind of person to be so shameless.

"Let's just not throw it away. It's a hassle to bring it back to school anyway. I was planning to throw it away anyway."

Aoyama hung the helmet he had taken off on the handlebars and jumped off the bike.

He can get any motorcycle he wants now, so he doesn't care if it goes to waste.

Chapter 390 Shiraishi in a Kimono at Night

"Asuka, you should go back first."

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he got out of the taxi, Aoyama saw him at the hotel entrance, clearly waiting for his Kamuro.

Wearing dark blue jeans and a light green windbreaker, with his arms crossed, Kamuro exudes a unique and dashing air.

"Okay, I won't bother you any longer." After nodding and greeting Kamuro, Shiraishi led everyone into the inn.

"Come with me."

When only the two of them remained, Kamuro calmly spoke and then turned away.

Seeing this, Aoyama quickly followed. Before long, he was led to a private room, where he found several dishes laid out on the table as soon as he entered.

"You haven't eaten, have you? Talk to me while you eat."

"The one who truly understands me is Masumi."

Aoyama plopped down and immediately began to devour his food.

In order to meet up on time and because he was busy, he not only skipped dinner, but also didn't eat anything for lunch.

"I heard from Shiraishi that you only showed up after they finished eating, so I guessed you hadn't eaten dinner." Kamuro sat down next to Aoyama, propped his cheek up with his hand, and turned his head to watch Aoyama eat heartily.

"Someone was following me when I went out today; it was a yakuza hired by Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

"After taking them to a secluded place and killing them, I went to their hideout and wiped out the entire organization. Unfortunately, I couldn't use the organization's leader to lure out Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

"I also have to make a trip to the White Room during winter break."

Having eaten only half full, Aoyama Kamuro even ask him anything.

He had no need to hide anything from Kamuro, for the same reason as with Tsukishiro; he didn't want to keep it from Kamuro.

"No wonder you look much more serious than usual." After a long while, Kamuro finally spoke, somewhat speechlessly.

For them, Kouiku was both a cage and a safe zone.

Having entered the Student Council and come to understand the true nature of the school, she also knew that under the infamous reputation of the "Prime Minister of the Kijima," no one would dare to use knives or guns at Kouiku unless they were absolutely certain of not being discovered.

After leaving Kouiku, it was only natural that those scoundrels and monsters with ill intentions towards Aoyama would emerge.

However, she didn't expect Aoyama to go this far, and to be honest, it really scared her.

Eradicating a criminal organization sounds easy, but the bloodshed and carnage involved are easily imaginable.

"Really? I don't think so." Aoyama swallowed the meatball in his mouth, seemingly unaware of the fact.

"Even Shiraishi noticed it; she even reminded me."

"I see. So, Masumi, how do you plan to treat me and help me get rid of that resentment?"

After wolfing down the rest of his food, Aoyama pulled Kamuro, sat her sideways, buried his head in her neck, and took a deep breath.

He did indeed accumulate some pressure during his dominant performance in the Oba Group.

"After the teacher takes attendance at 10 PM, come to this room in the West Hall for a surprise." Kamuro took a room key out of his pocket and stuffed it into Aoyama's coat.

The school only booked the main hall and east hall of the hotel; the spacious and excellent west hall, which has its own indoor hot spring, is still empty.

Money makes the world go round. Even after paying her enough, she secretly booked a room in the west wing without her name being recorded.

"What surprise is there? Is it Masumi?"

Aoyama gave Kamuro a hard kiss on Kamuro cool face and then hugged him tighter.

That's an outfit that increases attack speed.

With a pout of annoyance, Kamuro reached out and pinched Aoyama's cheek. "Don't push your luck and make demands."

The moment she saw her buttocks stick out, she knew what Aoyama's purpose was in saying those words.

"Hey, just go along with me this once, Masumi."

"Don't use that disgusting voice to act cute. Who do you think you are?"

He struck Kamuro on the head with a knife, Kamuro broke free from Aoyama's embrace and stood up.

That tall, strong, and shameless man gave her goosebumps.

"I need to meet up with Ichinose. I'll wait until roll call tonight."

She lowered her head and kissed Aoyama's Kamuro as a reward, then tossed her long hair and drifted away.

If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that Aoyama would take advantage of her and undress her, especially since she hadn't even taken a bath yet.

I had a blast playing with Ichinose and the others today, and I definitely worked up a sweat.

"Okay, let me keep looking forward to it."

He answered with a smile, and after resting for a few minutes, Aoyama also left the private room and took a walk in the hotel.

After he had digested most of his food, he went back to his room to get his change of clothes and went to the public bathhouse for a good shower.

Night.

It was just past ten o'clock, and Mashima, dressed in a yukata and looking serious, came to Aoyama's room and began taking attendance in a solemn manner.

Even though he could hear Ryuen's voice responding from the closed cubicle, he still opened the door to check and made sure Ryuen was there before leaving.

"Just pretend I'm asleep."

Peeking out, they saw Mashima enter another guest room to take attendance. Aoyama Asahi and the Miyake left a message and then secretly slipped out of the room, heading straight for the west hall.

He looked forward to opening the door and seeing the Kamuro dressed in a kimono, but even if the Kamuro was dressed in a plain yukata, it would be enough to satisfy him.

210210.

Silently reciting the room number, Aoyama found the room where he would sleep tonight in the warm yellow light.

I took out my room card, swiped it lightly on the door lock, and with a beep, the antique wooden door opened a crack automatically.

He pushed the door open and immediately closed it. Full of anticipation, Aoyama walked into the room and immediately saw a beautiful girl sitting alone on the bed, wearing a pink kimono adorned with cherry blossoms.

"Asuka?"

When Aoyama saw Shiraishi's delicate face, which was filled with unease and shyness, he couldn't help but exclaim softly.

Bathed in the warm yellow light of the not-too-bright decorative lamps, Shiraishi's long, flowing, pale gold hair, as smooth as a waterfall, was now coiled up at the back of her head.

Her long, pale golden hair, now adorned with a red and white cherry blossom hair accessory, was now a tangled mess. A thin red and white cord hung from the hair accessory down to her flawless, snow-white neck.

For a moment, Aoyama was also somewhat mesmerized.

Seeing his delighted expression, Shiraishi's shyness lessened considerably, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

It took a lot of time and effort to put into this outfit, but seeing how obsessed Aoyama was with it, she naturally felt a sense of satisfaction and joy.

"Yes, it's me."

Nodding slightly, Shiraishi got off the bed, stood up, and walked step by step to Aoyama, looking up at him.

"It's beautiful, truly breathtaking," Aoyama stated definitively what he thought.

The beauty mark under her left eye did not detract from the beauty of her delicate face; on the contrary, it added to her allure.

Just like the "white" in her surname, her fair and delicate skin seemed to exude an alluring charm that beckoned one to touch and savor it.

"Kamuro agreed, so I don't think you, Shiki, will refuse me either."

Purple eyes gazed at the Aoyama, and the Shiraishi opened its arms, revealing an unguarded posture.

Chapter 391 The Extraordinarily Adorable Shiraishi

"Although it's a bit out of place, I still want to ask a question."

"Does what Masumi meant when she said Asuka has agreed?"

With a beautiful woman as lovely as jade standing before him, Aoyama was somewhat dumbfounded.

When did rumors start circulating that becoming his girlfriend required Kamuro's consent?

Shiraishi nodded slightly. "Yeah, I asked Kamuro, and she said it's up to me. She's the one who asked me to come and wait for you tonight."

"... May I ask one more question? Who told Asuka to ask Masumi, or did you overhear it somewhere?"

Based on Shiraishi's answer, Aoyama confirmed his guess.

She truly believed it, and she truly did it.

What were Masumi's feelings at that time? Where did the rumor actually come from?

"Eh?! That's what Morishita- san said, isn't that right?"

Just as Aoyama was pondering, Shiraishi quickly caught on to what he said and widened her beautiful eyes in response.

After confirming that she would be in the same group as Aoyama for the school trip, Morishita struck up a conversation with her before boarding the bus, saying something like, "The school trip is... you know, the best time for boys and girls to confess their feelings."

Then, Morishita encouraged her to confess her feelings to Aoyama, adding the condition that she first needed Kamuro's consent.

"Is it that guy Lan? I should have known."

The Morishita Ran, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth and a peace sign next to her eyes, flashed through Aoyama's mind, Aoyama somewhat speechlessly.

After Sakayanagi, another mischievous girl joined his girlfriend list.

"How embarrassing!" Shiraishi raised his hands, his face flushed red as he covered his cheeks.

Aoyama remembered Morishita Ran, and she also remembered Kamuro's strange behavior at the time. Thinking about how stupid she had done, she curled her ten toes tightly.

I will punish her severely.

Once the problem was identified, Aoyama immediately picked up the girl who had closed her eyes and covered her face, and carried her to the edge of the bed in a princess carry.

He removed the wooden clogs from the girl's delicate feet, placed her legs on the bed, and held them with his other hand, continuing to half-embrace her back.

"I can't see Asuka's cute face like this." Through the gaps between his fingers, Aoyama chuckled as he watched Shiraishi's flushed face.

"Kamuro doesn't think I'm a weirdo, does she?"

"Now is not the time to worry about such things, Asuka."

Inhaling the sweet scent emanating from the charming young woman, Aoyama lowered his head and kissed her fair and flawless hand.

With a beautiful woman in his arms and the fatigue accumulated during the day, all he wanted to do was to execute Shiraishi on the spot.

"You're being too hasty... Do you really like me that much?"

Forcing himself to calm down, unwilling to be manipulated at will, Shiraishi opened his eyes and tried to speak in his usual voice.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he couldn't do it at all; his voice was only half its usual volume, and it sounded like he was forcing himself to do it.