Bathrooms in comics are often chosen as the trigger for events, mostly because they are private spaces within public places, giving people a feeling of being exposed but not completely exposed, somewhere in between.

But human XPs are not the same, and Shirakawa Natsu only found the smell unpleasant.

This has a lot to do with the fact that the woman clinging to him is Keiko. If the object of his attention were the beautiful Jingu Nao, he might be able to ignore external distractions and focus his attention on her long, black-stockinged legs.

Keiko leaned closer, her perfume filling the narrow space. The two could feel the tickling sensation of their skin touching, a simple, natural impulse that arises between ordinary men and women when they come into contact.

The body is telling the brain: “Hey buddy, there’s a woman in front of you who won’t resist, so hurry up and leave your genetic sequence.”

“Shirakawa-kun, has anyone ever told you that you’re handsome?” Keiko reached out her hand, met his gaze, then turned around and sat naturally on the toilet, placing her hands on his waist, slightly raising her head, her eyes full of audacity.

“It’s alright.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. He was standing between Keiko’s feet, and his hands were just big enough to hold her head from both sides, but it would feel strange to actually hold her head with both hands. He didn’t know where to put them for a moment.

“You’re very handsome in my eyes.” Keiko smiled and reached out to undo Shirakawa Natsu’s belt. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaned her head closer.

“Holy crap.” Shirakawa Natsu’s expression froze. This woman was too skilled. Was she some kind of nymphomaniac?

So here’s the question: when a blond guy meets a perverted woman, does it count as NTR (Netorare, a form of infidelity)?

Keiko suddenly looked up: “Shirakawa-kun, phone, let me take a commemorative photo for you.”

Shirakawa Natsu’s first reaction was that she was trying to trick her into giving her a mobile phone verification code, but she quickly realized that there wasn’t such a convenient shortcut in Dongguo.

He became interested and, seeing what Huizi wanted to do, took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

Huizi took the phone with one hand, then lowered her head and held it at a 45-degree angle to the top. “Click.” “Click.” She took several selfies in a row.

“I haven’t received a signal yet, have I?” she said, quickly tapping the screen with one hand.

Shirakawa Natsu was immediately astonished. How many times must one practice to become so proficient at operating a phone with one hand while simultaneously making mouth movements?

“Here you go.” Keiko looked up, handed the phone back to him, pulled up his pants with both hands, and stood up. In the cramped space, their bodies were pressed together again. She leaned close to Shirakawa Natsu’s ear and asked, “Shirakawa-kun, would you like to go out with me?”

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu opened his mouth, but Keiko suddenly reached out and covered his mouth: “Shirakawa Natsu, think it over carefully first. You still have all afternoon. Answer me after school. See you in the classroom later~”

After she finished speaking, she winked at him, pushed open the stall door, and left the bathroom while straightening her wrinkled skirt.

Shirakawa Natsu rested her chin on her hand, watching her disappear from sight without turning back.

I took my phone out of my pocket and opened the photos I had just taken. There were six photos in total, and they were all professional-grade in terms of both angle and clarity.

The film captures the shyness, hesitation, and longing of a young girl to taste the forbidden fruit in just a few pictures.

The first class in the afternoon was art history, which discussed the impact of film and television works on literature.

After Shirakawa Natsu entered the classroom, Keiko naturally came over again: “Sorry, I was too shy just now.”

“Keiko, you’re very good at photography,” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile.

“Yes,” Keiko nodded. “I’m a member of the school’s photography club.”

She said with pride, “My goal is to become an actress.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty good. Keep it up.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement.

The two chatted about random things in the afternoon.

After the last class, Keiko took Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and led her to a warehouse at the school where sports equipment was stored.

Seeing this scene, Shirakawa Natsu’s DNA stirred. She looked at the ground and, sure enough, there was a high jump mat.

Keiko held his hand and stood beside the high jump mat, her face flushed: “Shirakawa-kun, I… I like you. Can we go out together?”

Shirakawa Natsu did not answer, her gaze sweeping around.

“Actually, I’m a virgin.” Keiko suddenly leaned closer, her face flushed with shyness. “If you don’t believe me, Shirakawa-kun, you can try it now.”

After she finished speaking, she took Shirakawa Natsu’s hand and stood on the high jump mat.

A clear look of hesitation appeared in Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes: “If I agree, can I try it here?”

“Hmm?” Keiko was also taken aback, not expecting Shirakawa Natsu to answer like that. A moment of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly came to her senses and nodded: “If it’s Shirakawa-kun, then it’s fine.”

“But I refuse.” Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze suddenly sharpened. “One of my favorite things is saying ‘NO’ to those self-righteous fools.”

After uttering this line in this world, I felt a sudden surge of joy, both physically and mentally.

Huizi stared blankly, bewildered by his words. It took her a while to come to her senses, and the initial shyness on her face had vanished: “Why?”

“It’s awful.” Shirakawa Natsu pointed at her face and said, “Your acting is terrible.”

With a clang, a figure emerged from the pile of miscellaneous goods. It was the bespectacled man who had struck up a conversation with him that morning. He was holding a video camera and laughed at the two of them, saying, “Huizi, you got it, didn’t you? I told you it wouldn’t work.”

“Hey, why did you reject me?” Keiko asked, her expression resentful. “Is it because of Jingu Nao? You like that bitch.”

“Yes, I like her because she’s much better than you in terms of figure, looks, and personality,” Shirakawa Natsu said casually. “Besides, she has genuine feelings. I don’t know where you get the confidence to look down on others.”

“Hmph.” Keiko snorted coldly, extremely displeased by Shirakawa Natsu’s words, but quickly laughed again: “Forget it, we’ve shot some decent footage, I’m too lazy to argue with you.”

“So what are you planning to do?” Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“Of course, I’ll upload it online, to my account.” The bespectacled man, Ueda, waved the camera in his hand: “How about this title: ‘Transfer student meets innocent bitch who has a crush on him on his first day’? It’ll definitely get me a lot of followers.”

“Men are truly incomprehensible.” Keiko said with a disdainful expression, “They want a bitch, yet they also want to love only him.”

“I agree with that.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded and looked at Ueda: “However, you cannot upload the video of me online without my permission.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll blur your face, and I’ll share some of the profits with you. We can be good friends.” Ueda smiled and pulled a butterfly knife from his pocket, waving it in his hand. “Since I’m making this kind of video, I’m naturally prepared to deal with any unexpected situations.”

“Haha, I see. Sorry, I was being presumptuous.” Shirakawa Natsu scratched the back of her head.

With this combination of sweetness and harshness, most students would succumb.

“Of course, there’s an old saying in Yan: it’s better to make enemies than to resolve them.” Shirakawa Natsumi’s attitude was sincere.

“Haha, you know what’s good for you.” Ueda patted him on the shoulder, revealing the tattoo under his collar: “The next video is with Jingu Nao. You and that girl are on good terms, so we’ll see how you do it. You’ll get your money back.”

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu’s expression became even more sincere.

“It’s a pleasure working with you! Haha.” Ueda nodded in satisfaction, turned around with a smile, and put one hand on Keiko’s shoulder.

Huizi’s expression suddenly changed, and she shouted, “Watch out!”

Her shout came too late; with a loud bang, a baseball bat slammed into the back of Ueda’s head.

He staggered, fell forward, and knelt on the ground with a thud.

Blood flowed down from the back of his head, across his cheeks, and onto the ground.

Ueda was panting heavily, his mind still blank, seemingly not yet aware of what had happened.

He sensed a figure approaching from beside him. It was Shirakawa Natsu, the same Shirakawa Natsu who had been too scared to speak earlier. Looking at his cold expression, he saw murderous intent in his eyes, a kind of resolve completely different from that of someone who bullied ordinary students: “No, don’t come any closer!”

Shirakawa Natsumi was too weak; even his sneak attack hadn’t been able to knock him down. He raised his baseball bat high and laughed, “There’s an old saying in Yan: ‘A true man who doesn’t avenge his wrongs has lived in vain.'”

With a sharp “bang,” the baseball bat slammed into his head, making a chilling sound.

Shirakawa Natsu is someone who could die at any moment, so it’s impossible for her to keep a threat around. She won’t hold back at all, not even giving the other party a chance.

After being hit several times, Ueda lay on the ground unconscious.

“No…no.” Keiko collapsed to the ground, staring at the blood-dripping baseball bat. “When he wakes up, he won’t let you off the hook, and he won’t let Jingu Nao off the hook either!”

“Wake up?” Shirakawa Natsumi pouted and picked up her phone: “I’ve recorded the whole scene of you threatening me with a knife. I acted in self-defense, and I’ll hire the best lawyer so that he and you can spend a long time in prison together.”

“Nonsense, that wasn’t self-defense at all!” Keiko isn’t stupid; she got into Tokyo University. Shirakawa Natsu was no longer in danger, so it couldn’t be considered self-defense.

“Sorry, I have money.” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “What’s fun is being able to do whatever you want.”

At that moment, he felt like he was the villain who used the law to do evil.

“You…no.” Keiko collapsed to the ground, suddenly pleading, “I don’t want to! I still want to be an actress! Please, I’ll do anything for you! I’m better than Nao Jingu!”

“Shut up, you’re not worthy to utter Nao Jingu’s name.” Shirakawa Natsu raised her baseball bat, aiming it at her: “The outcome was already decided when you threatened Nao Jingu, because I will protect her.”

After saying it, he felt it was rather childish, so he coughed twice, took out his phone and called an ambulance and the police, then called the editorial department to ask them to help him contact a good lawyer.

In Dongguo, as long as you hire a good lawyer, even murderers with solid evidence can be acquitted. Besides, this case was one where they schemed against their classmate to film a video, and it also involved threatening someone with a knife. It was a case that could be serious or minor.

Shirakawa Natsumi is willing to spend money; it’s just a matter of waiting for a few years in prison.