"I'm back~"
Amidst their desperate anticipation, Azusa returned with a beaming smile!
Seeing her, Iori and Kohei immediately tensed up.
After all… she held their fate in her hands!
"H-hello!"
"W-welcome back!"
The two of them looked like nervous elementary schoolers on their first day.
Meanwhile, Shiro was still lazily looking for a universal hangover cure from Kotobuki-senpai—this had nothing to do with his survival, after all~
"Uh, Azusa-san…"
"Did you bring your friend?"
The two nervously asked, eyes full of expectation!
"Yup, I did~"
Azusa smiled mischievously and gestured toward the door.
"You can come in now~"
Under Iori and Kohei's intense gaze, a slim, blue-haired beauty with a gentle demeanor stepped into view.
"U-uhm… hello…"
She shyly greeted them, her expression delicate and reserved.
"OH OH OH OH OH!!!"
Iori and Kohei were shocked into titan-mode!
"S-SHE'S… NORMAL?!"
They had already mentally prepared themselves for the worst!
"Seriously, thank you so much!"
"You've saved our lives!!"
Iori and Kohei turned around excitedly and thanked Azusa, their eyes filled with tears.
After so long, they were finally talking to a normal person again!
Wait, what? They ran into some classmates from school this afternoon?
Those delinquents from that notorious school nearly buried them alive! And you're calling them normal people?!
Do you even understand how rare true normalcy is?!
The two turned toward the newcomer, ready to properly greet their savior.
And then they saw...
That bastard Shiro holding a cup of oolong tea with a smug smile, about to offer it to someone!!!
"Come, have a taste of PaB's special oolong tea. It has a unique flavor~"
With a gentle, spring-breeze-like voice and his handsome face, Shiro handed a cup of "special" oolong tea to the newcomer.
The already slightly shy girl blushed, completely ignoring the alcoholic scent wafting from the mysterious drink in her hands.
"YOU ABSOLUTE SCUMBAG!!!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
Just as the girl was about to take a sip, Iori and Kohei suddenly burst in.
Iori snatched the cup away and aggressively poured it down Shiro's throat, while Kohei rummaged through the cabinets and pulled out an expired bottle of normal oolong tea, shoving it into her hands.
"Here, drink this!"
The girl stared in horror at Iori and Kamishiro wrestling on the ground, then looked at Kohei, who was grinning, and the expired oolong tea in her hands.
At that moment, she suddenly wanted to escape from this place.
She already knew these people weren't normal...
But this was too abnormal!!!
Who welcomes someone with expired oolong tea?! And what the hell was in that first cup?!
There were too many absurd things happening at once—she didn't even know where to start complaining!
Two upperclassmen standing nearby looked at the new girl and asked Azusa, "So, does this mean she wants to join our club?"
"In times like these, I'm impressed you managed to bring someone in."
With one glance, they could tell she wasn't one of Azusa's usual friends. After all, they knew most of them.
And judging by the clear, naive foolishness in her eyes, she was obviously a freshman—still in the phase of idealizing college life!
"Well, actually, I didn't recruit her," Azusa said, sipping her beer. She didn't really know many freshmen, anyway.
"(´・ω・`)? Then who did?"
The two looked at Azusa in confusion. Among the PaB members at Seijo University, she was the only one.
"This, huh~"
Azusa glanced over at the trio still fooling around. "It was Shiro and the others~"
"(´・ω・`)?×3"
The three who had been fighting immediately stopped and stared at her in confusion.
We recruited her? How come we don't remember that?
Seeing their reaction, the girl knew it was time for her to step up. Closing her eyes, she introduced herself.
"I'm Yoshiwara Aina, a freshman from Oumi Women University! I am officially withdrawing from TB and joining PaB!"
Hearing Aina's words, the trio froze in place, staring blankly at her.
"Yoshiwara..."
"Aina..."
"TB..."
The combination of those three words immediately reminded them of a certain heavily made-up, booze-chugging weirdo!
"THE MAKEUP CORPSE BEAST?!!!" ×3
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!!"
Aina shouted in frustration. If they remembered her name, why couldn't they just call her by it?! Who even still uses delinquent-style nicknames these days?!
"But how the hell did that turn into this?!"
"You completely shed your old skin, didn't you?!"
"Forget your face, what happened to your hair?! Where's your Kohei-colored twin tails?!"
"Those were fake! FAKE! And what the hell do you mean by 'Kohei-colored'? That was blonde!"
Shiro refused to accept this—he absolutely refused!
He had suspected before that the "Makeup Corpse Beast" might actually be a delicate beauty, but this was beyond what he imagined! She looked even better than he had expected!
He... He actually served tea to the Makeup Corpse Beast just now?!
BAM!
A cup of PaB's special oolong tea was slammed down in front of Aina. Shiro's narrowed eyes locked onto her.
"Drink it."
"...Why is your attitude changing so drastically?! And what even IS this?!"
Looking at Kamishiro's sudden change in demeanor and the overwhelming scent of alcohol after regaining her sense of smell, Aina clutched her face in despair.
Was this really a normal club?!
"Alright, Iori! Don't forget our deal!"
Seeing how well the four were getting along, Azusa gave them a big thumbs-up. She knew they'd get along perfectly!
"Hey, you... this is basically a scam, isn't it?!"
"That's just a Makeup Corpse Beast that shed its old skin!"
"And what kind of deal did you guys make behind my back?!"
Iori was on the verge of losing it. This wasn't the version he had imagined at all! In the end, they still recruited another weirdo!
"You guys are seriously being so rude!!!"
Aina yelled. Could they stop bringing up the "Makeup Corpse Beast" thing already?!
After calming down, Aina looked around the clubroom. Then, she spotted Chisa behind the counter...
At that moment, she felt like a misbehaving grade schooler who just got caught red-handed and hung her head low.
"Anyway, I'll be in your care from now on!"
She bowed deeply. At this point, there was no turning back. No matter how ridiculous these three were, she was already part of PaB!
The trio silently watched as the upperclassmen surrounded Aina, cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
"Hey, you two..."
"Could it be..."
"Are we seriously going to have to go to a mixer with that person?!"
In an instant, their expectations for the upcoming mixer plummeted to rock bottom...
Good news: PaB got a new member! And she's a delicate beauty!
Bad news: That 'beauty' is the Makeup Corpse Beast.
(???)
.....................…..
The night in Izu, illuminated by neon lights, always had a way of making people want to lose themselves in it.
Dashing men and beautiful women reveled in the vibrant glow, indulging in their youth to the fullest!
On the streets, three individuals stood with troubled expressions, their hearts weighed down by concerns about the upcoming mixer.
This was probably their first mixer since entering university.
"The day has finally come, huh!"
"Is it really okay to leave this to Yoshiwara?"
"Forget that for now. Why did you guys only tell Aina to bring three people? Do you seriously only have one friend?"
As a certified scumbag, Shiro hadn't gotten too close to Aina yet, but that didn't stop him from calling her by name without hesitation!
At the same time, he eyed the two of them with suspicion. Only one guest? Wouldn't that make things awkward? Did their friend not have any other acquaintances?
Well… considering the kind of people who could befriend these two idiots, Shiro didn't have high expectations.
At his words, Iori and Kohei simultaneously turned their heads away...
"We absolutely can't let this scumbag find out that there are actually two of them!"
"No way can we let this piece of trash join the mixer!"
(???;)?
"Why aren't you guys saying anything? Don't tell me your friends are even crazier than you two? Is that even possible?"
Shiro's face showed blatant disgust. Honestly, he couldn't imagine anyone more absurd than these two!
"How the hell do you have the nerve to say that?!"
"If anyone here is crazy, it's you! Anyway, aren't you supposed to be drinking with Azusa-santonight?"
At Iori's words, Shiro froze. A shadow of fear passed over his face at the mention of Azusa!
For some reason, Azusa had been showing him all sorts of bizarre things lately! Were those kinds of kinks even meant for human eyes?!
"I… I told her I'd be back later tonight…"
Shiro said, sounding guilty. He had indeed told Azusa that he'd be late today, but… participating in the mixer? Well, "late" was a vague term.
"This scumbag definitely has no intention of going back!" ×2
Iori and Kohei immediately saw through his act and were already considering whether they should call Azusa to come pick him up.
"Imamura! Kitahara!"
"Sorry to keep you waiting!"
Just as the two were about to put their plan into action, the people they were waiting for finally arrived!
Shiro turned his head in curiosity. What kind of people could possibly be friends with these two morons? Another set of morons, perhaps?
Wait… why were there two of them?
BAM!
A sharp pain exploded at the back of his head, making his vision go black.
An assassin!!!
…
Pain… unbearable pain!
Shiro groggily opened his eyes, feeling like he was seeing stars.
Wait… why were there four menacing figures looming over him?
Right! He had been attacked!
Damn it, it must have been because he was too handsome! Given the situation, Kitahara and Kohei must have managed to escape unharmed!
…Wait! Those two idiots wouldn't have just abandoned him, right?!
Shaking his head vigorously, Shiro forced himself to focus on his assailants.
And then… he saw Iori and Kohei glaring at him with expressions twisted like vengeful demons.
(???)
"..."
"Are you guys… playing some kind of cop game?"
Shiro never would have imagined that his own dear friends were the ones who attacked him!
"Yo, you're awake, Kamishiro!"
Iori grinned wickedly, moving in close. "Sorry about this, but as you can see, we already have four people. In a mixer, the numbers should match, right?"
Kohei joined in, nodding. "That's right, that's right. Mixers aren't really for normies like you, Kamishiro."
These bastards!!!
(メ｀ロ′)/
Shiro finally realized, he had been set up! He was the outsider here! These idiots just didn't want him to join the mixer! And besides, wasn't a mixer something otakus shouldn't be attending?!
Their friends were two people, not one!
"Well, Kamishiro-kun, with your looks, you probably don't need a mixer. Plus, don't you already have an older senpai? Why don't you let us have this chance instead?"
"Yo, Yamamoto, no need to waste time talking to him. Just sink him into the ocean!"
!!!
Who?! Who was this ruthless person?!
Realizing there were two unfamiliar voices, Shiro turned his head and saw a man in a white suit with thick lips and another long-haired man wearing glasses. Both were glaring at him menacingly.
And... was it just his imagination, or did their expressions become even more menacing when he made direct eye contact?!
(=ω=;)
"Umm... May I ask your names?"
Facing four people, Shiro decided to humbly surrender his spot.
After all, they seemed pretty desperate. It was obvious that the two newcomers were also virgins like that idiot Kitahara. This was his act of charity!
And it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that they were holding shovels, bricks, and that he was currently tied up!
"Nojima!"
"Yamamoto Shinichiro!"
"..."
Shiro fell silent. It wasn't that he had any problem with their names...
But why the hell did one of them fix his hair and the other adjust his glasses when introducing themselves?!
Can't you guys save your dramatic poses for the girls at the mixer?!
Seeing Shiro's silence, Yamamoto patted his shoulder with a 'gentle' smile. "Well then, Kamishiro-kun! We'll be heading to the mixer now. Don't worry, I'll bring you next time!"
(′?`)
Looking at his overly kind expression, Shiro could no longer hold it in—he coughed up blood and fainted on the spot. That was way too much damage!
Yamamoto, meanwhile, pulled out his comb and started fixing his hair again. "Ahh, as expected, my charm is irresistible even to men!"
(???)
The other three silently took a step back.
He definitely just scared him unconscious! Can't you have some self-awareness?!
They dragged the unconscious Shiro to a nearby alley close to the mixer venue.
Once the event was over, they'd take him back—unless someone hit it off with a girl.
In that case... well, Shiro should be fine sleeping outside in the summer night breeze, right?
"By the way, which school are the girls from?"
Yamamoto asked excitedly. He had been really looking forward to this mixer!
"According to the person who set it up, they should be first-years from Oumi Girls' Academy."
"Oumi Girls'? That's amazing!"
Hearing that, Yamamoto and Nojima were even more hyped. Oumi Girls' Academy had super high standards for beauty!
"Alright, let's go!"
As they stepped toward the venue, Yamamoto suddenly stopped them.
"Wait!"
"Huh?"
"Before we go in, let's decide on a signal!"
"A signal?"
"Yeah! If you're interested in a girl, use your chopsticks to point at her!"
And so, with their plans set, the four young men steeled their resolve and stepped forward—
Tonight…
The hunt begins!
.....................…..
"Nice to meet you!"
Four girls, wearing the same heavy makeup that Aina had during the school festival, appeared before everyone!
The moment Iori, Kohei, and Nojima saw the four "makeup-covered corpse beasts," they immediately pointed their chopsticks at themselves!
They decisively gave up!
Iori's face twisted into a grimace as he glared at Aina. He didn't even need to think to know who was responsible for this disaster!
Why does this girl love this kind of makeup so much? Can't she just learn proper makeup skills?!
The three of them were already feeling the urge to retreat. Even as desperate virgins, they couldn't bring themselves to be attracted to these "makeup-covered corpse beasts."
"Hehe, pleased to meet you."
∑(?д??lll)
The three of them stared at Yamamoto in shock, watching as he shyly scratched his head and greeted one of the "corpse beasts" with a bun hairstyle.
'Idiot…!'
'Do you even realize who you're talking to?!'
'We should just retreat for today!!'
The three frantically tried to signal Yamamoto with their eyes, but he was already blinded by desire and completely oblivious to their warnings.
In just a short moment, he had already ordered beer and locked his sights on a side-ponytail, purple-haired girl! His chopsticks were pointed straight at her!
The three of them clutched their faces in despair. They had just witnessed Yamamoto's unwavering determination to lose his virginity!
"Cheers!"
One guy and four girls happily raised their glasses, while three others sat beside them, looking as if the world was ending.
"Come on, let's introduce ourselves."
"You're right~"
The girls giggled. To them, this mixer was a nice little break.
"I'll go first!"
The purple-haired girl volunteered, eager to finish introductions so she could start drinking. She had a lot of frustration to vent lately!
"My name is Kamio Kiyoko—"
Before Kiyoko could finish, her eyes widened in shock as she stared blankly behind Iori!
A narrow-eyed man with a vicious expression was creeping up behind Iori, holding a towel in his hands.
And she knew this person. More precisely… even if he turned to ashes, she would never forget him!
It was none other than the scumbag she had been searching for but could never find—Kamishiro Shiro!
She never expected to run into him here! Furious, Kiyoko immediately pulled out her kitchen knife-shaped phone case. The glinting silver made Yamamoto shudder, almost thinking his dirty thoughts had been exposed.
Kiyoko's friends also noticed her strange reaction and followed her gaze.
A strikingly handsome man stood behind Iori, pressing a white cloth tightly over his mouth and nose.
Iori, sensing danger, struggled frantically, but it was useless. The moment his legs twitched, he passed out cold!
Kohei, horrified, leaped away from his seat. What the hell?! Did he just witness a murder?!
Shiro, now satisfied, let out a refreshed sigh.
Hah! And you thought you could tie me up?
He had spent two whole weeks studying bondage techniques, and Northfield's pathetic knots were nothing to him. He had already freed himself before they even left!
If it weren't for the time needed to prepare the sedative, he would have stormed in long ago. Did they even realize how much skill it took to survive being Ranked No.1 on the "Guys Most Wanted for Assassination" List?
Shiro's sharp eyes swept to the side, where Kohei was trembling in fear.
But he had no intention of going on a killing spree. After all, in a proper mixer, the number of men and women should be equal. Now that Northfield was out, everything was perfectly balanced!
Alright, then.
Let's see what this mixer is all about!
Shiro turned to look—
(???)
Three makeup-covered corpse beasts…
His face remained expressionless as he hoisted the unconscious Iori back up.
BANG!
Iori's head made a resounding impact with the table, the beautiful sound of two wooden objects colliding echoing through the room.
Shiro had no time to worry about that. After setting Iori upright, he slowly backed away under everyone's stunned gaze.
"…My apologies. I mistook him for someone else!"
His face was filled with sincerity, with absolutely no trace of deception. The two girls who didn't know him almost believed it was just a misunderstanding.
Shiro's face remained blank, but internally, he was screaming.
'This is a mixer? What kind of mixer is this?! This is a freaking banquet of demons!!!'
He, Kamishiro Shiro, had attended countless mixers in his lifetime, but this… this demonic-level gathering was a first!
This was not what a mixer should look like!
He should have known better than to expect anything from these idiots!
When he entered earlier, he hadn't even looked at the girls' faces. He just saw Yamamoto chatting happily and assumed it was a normal mixer. But no.
This was a hellish game.
Shiro turned his gaze toward Yamamoto with a hint of fear. This guy… There's no way he's normal!
Now that he knew the truth, all he wanted to do was escape!
Damn it, did he use too much sedative earlier? That idiot Northfield was definitely out cold.
Well… at least this just meant one less guy. For these beasts, that should be a good thing, right?
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly retreated. If he looked closely, the remaining three guys and three girls actually seemed quite well-matched in appearance.
Hopefully, they have a wonderful night together~
…Wait!
Wasn't this supposed to be a 4v4 mixer?
Where's the last person?!
—TING!
The sound of a blade being drawn echoed in Shiro's ears.
A glint of cold silver appeared right next to his neck, followed by a devilish whisper.
"Well, well… where exactly do you think you're going, scumbag?"
=????(??? ????)
Feeling the chill of the blade against his skin, Shiro froze in place.
That voice… it sounded uncomfortably familiar.
No, wait… it was way too familiar.
He turned his head slightly, and what entered his vision was—
A familiar purple side ponytail.
Shiro's eyes filled with terror.
Side ponytail. Purple hair. Smiling face. Kitchen knife. Big chest…
Oh, hell no!
It was his ex-PY Kamio Kiyoko!
The very same Kiyoko who had once chased him with a knife! Back then, he had only survived by escaping to Azu-nee's house!
Why was she here?! Was the world really this small?!
And more importantly—why the hell does she always carry a kitchen knife?!
Shiro's mouth twitched.
At this point, playing dumb wasn't going to work. She had clearly recognized him.
What he needed to do now was stall for time—and most importantly, keep that knife away from his neck!
"Uh… Kiyoko-chan?"
"Oh? What is it, Mr. Scumbag?"
"…Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course! But since this is a mixer, and given your criminal record, I'll go with you~"
{{(°△°; "}}!
"…Can I refuse?"
Kiyoko's face held a "benevolent" smile.
"What do you think?"
"〒▽〒 …Understood."
.....................…..
The two walked toward the restroom, hand in hand, under the bewildered gazes of the others, looking just like a lovey-dovey couple.
However, it was all a lie.
There was no sweet couple here—only a kidney held hostage by a kitchen knife!
Watching them leave, Kiyoko's friends had eyes full of excitement, their faces practically screaming gossip. If not for the threatening look Kiyoko gave them before leaving, they probably would've already pressed their ears against the restroom door to eavesdrop.
But... wasn't the organizer of this mixer right here? They could just ask her directly!
And so... this mixer ended before even making it through the self-introduction phase. Technically, the seven of them (minus one who was basically dead) were still sitting together, but in reality... it was already over!
Since when was a mixer just about discussing someone else's drama?!
At that moment, Yamamoto was completely petrified. All his expectations, all his desires, shattered along with his soul…
Now he regretted it—deeply regretted it. Why didn't he listen to Nojima and just dump that bastard into the ocean back then?!
Meanwhile, Aina wasn't having a good time either. Faced with the relentless questioning from her two best friends, her expression was completely blank.
Come on! She had joined PaB less than 24 hours ago! How was she supposed to know what relationship Kiyoko and Shiro had?!
"Kiyoko's been searching for that scumbag who abandoned her in high school, right? Maybe Shiro is him," Aina said helplessly.
It seemed like a reasonable possibility. It wasn't like Kiyoko had fallen for him at first sight or anything...
...Actually, knowing Kiyoko's personality, that wasn't entirely impossible either!
Her two friends, satisfied with this answer, became even more excited.
They had heard Kiyoko talk about that scumbag for ages and were extremely curious! They bombarded Aina with questions about Shiro.
With no other options, Aina turned her pleading gaze toward the only other living person from the same club—Kohei.
And then… she saw a devilish grin.
This bastard!
------------
Restroom
Shiro turned his head away, staring at the horrifyingly made-up face in front of him.
"Kiyoko…"
"Hmm? What is it~?"
"Restrooms are usually meant for one person, right…?"
"So?"
Kiyoko batted her big, sparkling eyes at him, pushing the knife-shaped phone case closer.
Hiss—
Feeling the pain in his waist, Shiro wisely gave up. Even though they were now squeezed into the same restroom…
"..."
(′｀;)?
"Aren't you here to use the restroom? Hurry up and go!"
Kiyoko urged him. If they didn't finish quickly, her friends would definitely ignore her warning and come barging in!
If they saw the two of them together in the restroom, their minds would be flooded with all kinds of indecent thoughts!
"..."
Shiro remained silent.
A man and a woman using the same restroom? He'd never heard of such a thing! This was more stressful than taking a bathroom break during the college entrance exam!
Seeing that Shiro still wasn't moving, Kiyoko gave him a disdainful look. "Hey, don't tell me you can't do it after not seeing me for so long~?"
m9( ｀д′ )!!!!
"You're the one who can't do it!"
How could Shiro tolerate this? He immediately pulled down his pants to prove himself!
And then… he met Kiyoko's playful gaze. Her eyes were full of mischief, like an old man watching a young fool make a mistake.
"..."
Speechless, Shiro felt the awkwardness settle in. He silently pulled his pants back up.
Damn it, this girl was a complete pervert. And with that thick makeup, he couldn't even tell what expression she was making.
Seriously, why did this otherwise normal girl have the personality of an old man? And why was she dressed up like some horror-movie zombie?!
"Sigh, it's been a while, Kiyoko."
Shiro let out a deep sigh. Sooner or later, he had to face this, so he decided to start with a conventional greeting.
"Oh, not that long. You only managed to shake off my pursuit two weeks ago."
(???)!
Shiro looked at her, completely at a loss.
Was this really an appropriate thing to say in this situation?!
And why was she talking about stalking him like it was completely justified?!
"Ahem… Actually, it was all just a misunderstanding…"
"It wasn't a misunderstanding. I know you recognized me back then, but you hid at that purple-haired big sister's place, didn't you?"
Σ(?д?|||)??!!
This time, Shiro was genuinely shocked.
How the hell did she know all that?!
Wasn't she supposed to have the personality of an old man?!
Seeing his astonished expression, Kiyoko proudly raised her chin.
Hah! Never underestimate a girl's intuition—especially one who has kept up with the latest episodes of Detective Conan!
"Uh… would you believe me if I said it was still a misunderstanding?"
Shiro put on his best pitiful expression, hoping to earn her sympathy.
"Nope!"
"..."
They stared at each other in silence. Kiyoko knew him too well, so well that she could predict what he was going to say before he even said it.
"Sigh…"
She leaned against the restroom door, her eyes filled with resentment.
"I only have one question. What were you thinking back then?! Was I not good enough for you?! Why did you still end up with that woman, Busujima?!"
Just thinking about the moment she saw him leaving a love hotel with another woman made her furious! She jabbed at his waist with the knife-shaped phone case in her hand.
Hiss—my kidney!
Even though Shiro had realized that the knife was fake, it still hurt like hell when she stabbed him with it!
"Answer me!"
Kiyoko pressed closer. He was her first love, after all. No matter how easygoing she usually was, she still cared deeply about her first love.
But instead of treating her like a girlfriend, this bastard treated her like just another casual fling!
And the worst part? She wasn't even his only casual fling!
Their faces were now inches apart. For the first time, Shiro noticed the tears welling up in her big, playful eyes.
Feeling guilty, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a wet wipe, and gently began wiping off Kiyoko's makeup.
Under the damp tissue, the thick makeup started to smudge and smear—
And then…
He was left staring at a horrifically ruined, zombie-like mess.
{{(°△°; "}}!
Shiro's hand trembled.
He quickly stuffed the wet wipe back into his pocket.
Crap. He had completely forgotten, there was no way her makeup would come off cleanly with just a wet wipe!
That moment of softness? Yeah… it was totally wasted…
"Ahem… You see, birds yearn for freedom, Kiyoko. You have to understand that even if I flew to another tree, it was against my will! You… are my true home!"
(T/N: Spoken like a true scumbag there XD, can't even comprehend where did he get the gall to say that.)
Shiro gazed deeply into her eyes—one of the only places he could still look at now…
(???)!
"You already used that excuse back in high school. Got anything else?"
"Eh? Did I? I thought I came up with it in college…"
.....................…..
Shiro let out an awkward laugh.
Honestly, he really didn't remember anymore. He had been with so many women, there was no way he could recall every single lie he had used!
The only reason he remembered Kiyoko was because she was one of the most unique ones.
After all, how many girls had a passion for horse racing? She was unforgettable!
Seeing Shiro's evasive expression, Kiyoko understood everything. Deep down, she had already known back in high school when she saw him with other women.
But still… he was her first love!
How could her first love turn out like this?! It was just too frustrating!
She pressed herself against him, arms braced against his chest.
"Let's get together. There's no one here to interfere with your messy relationships. We can go back to how we were in high school—but this time, I want a real boyfriend-girlfriend relationship!"
Kiyoko grabbed his collar tightly.
That was why she had been chasing after him all this time, it wasn't for some dramatic revenge or anything. She just wanted to fix her first love!
Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be to tell people about it in the future?!
"Ahem… Kiyoko, I think we should take things slow…"
Shiro averted his gaze.
No! He hadn't had enough fun yet! If he got into a relationship now, he'd be a real scumbag if he kept messing around!
In his heart, he still considered himself a good, faithful man!
Hearing his words, Kiyoko's eyes dimmed.
So it was just as she thought… her first love was a complete failure.
In that case…
Shiro's face twisted in horror as Kiyoko suddenly pulled out a white cloth from his pocket—the same one he had used earlier to knock out Iori!
"Kiyoko?! Kiyoko-chan?! Darling?! Nooo—!!!"
------------
At the Mixer
Maybe because all the food had been served, the atmosphere at the mixer was surprisingly lively. But for some reason, the three scumbags kept aggressively hitting on the girl in the middle, Kanako.
Even Kouhei—who normally had zero interest in 3D girls—invited her to his place!
"Uh… I need to use the restroom."
Overwhelmed by their relentless advances, Kanako decided to make a tactical retreat!
Of course, her real reason was that Kiyoko had been in the restroom for way too long! Her gossip-loving heart needed to find out what was going on!
'Kyahh~ (/ω＼)! According to the books, if they're still inside after this long, they must be… doing that in there, right?!'
'So embarrassing! What if I walk in on them?! What will Kiyoko do then~?'
Ah, she couldn't wait any longer!
With a pervy grin on her face, Kanako tiptoed toward the restroom, eager to see Kiyoko's shy, flustered reaction—
BANG!
Just as she was about to eavesdrop, she saw the bathroom door swing open. A figure with an even more outrageous makeup than theirs emerged. Looking closely, the purple side ponytail faintly revealed that it was actually Kiyoko...
"Kiyoko?"
Kiyoko immediately recognized her friend, and then, realizing something, her gaze turned dangerously sharp.
"Tell me, you weren't trying to eavesdrop, were you?"
Seeing Kiyoko, whose makeup had now smeared into something resembling a demon, Kana forced a stiff smile and stepped aside. "Haha, of course not, Kiyomi. I was just here to use the bathroom..."
Kanako laughed, but her smile was unnervingly rigid.
Just now, she had accidentally caught a glimpse of Kiyoko's other hand—it seemed to be dragging someone...
She swallowed hard.
That person was probably just unconscious, right? Kiyoko's fake knife wouldn't have that kind of lethality...
Hearing Kanako's words, Kiyoko nodded in satisfaction and then gestured toward her "trophy."
"I won't be participating in the mixer anymore. I have some personal matters to attend to!"
Before Kanako could say anything else, Kiyoko had already dragged Shiro toward the front door, even passing by their mixer room along the way.
After some thought, she decided to step in and say hello to Shiro's friends. But oddly enough, why were their bodies trembling?
After Kiyoko left, Kanako returned and observed the now-dead silent mixer scene. She muttered, "It's over?"
(′?`)
Yamamoto, eliminated!
...
Tiger-Dragon Love Hotel
A man with a rather fierce expression sighed at the front desk.
For some reason, running a love hotel had become increasingly difficult these days. Yesterday, apart from a handsome young man who came in with a mature beauty, there hadn't been a single customer.
Was it because his interior design wasn't appealing enough?
But his hotel was top-tier! He just couldn't understand why customers would enter and then hastily leave...
Creaaak—
Just as the man was worrying about business, the sound of the door opening broke the silence.
"Welcome!"
Seeing customers, the man instantly became energetic, enthusiastically greeting them. However, for some reason, his expression made him look even more intimidating.
Kiyoko paused and silently examined the man. Honestly, if there were any other places nearby, she wouldn't have come here at all!
This owner totally didn't look like a decent person! Could it be that all the other love hotels around had closed down because of him?
Faced with the overly enthusiastic owner, Kiyoko quickly selected a room and dragged Shiro upstairs.
That guy was definitely a delinquent!
The only one left behind was the disheartened hotel owner...
Watching their backs, the owner fell into deep thought.
He had been super enthusiastic just now, especially considering that girl's expression. He had given the best service possible!
But now that he thought about it, wasn't that guy just now kind of familiar...?
...
When Shiro opened his eyes again, he found himself tied up once more!
"..."
Tired. Just let it all end. Today, he had been force-fed alcohol, kidnapped—his life was way too eventful. Was this really a slice-of-life story?
But why did this place feel so familiar...?
Shiro looked around. Why did it look exactly like the room he woke up in this morning?!
No, wait! This was that room! No matter what, there was no way he had already forgotten this place after just a day...
"Shiro~ you're awake~"
A sickly sweet voice caught his attention.
He turned to see Kiyoko, now free of her heavy makeup, revealing herself as a stunning beauty scoring over 90 points. Dressed in a leather outfit and holding a pair of scissors, she stood beside him with a bright, mischievous smile.
Σ(?д?|||)??
He looked at his naked body and the silver scissors in her hand, and all the blood drained from his face in terror!
"C-calm down! Calm down, Kiyoko! Being a yandere isn't that easy these days—this is a crime, Kiyoko!"
"Eh? That's so strange~ How could this be a crime? This is just a bit of fun between Shiro and me~"
Kiyoko placed a finger on her cheek, looking pure and adorable—of course, she would have been even cuter if not for the scissors in her hand!
Her finger traced along Shiro's abs, slowly moving downward. "Don't worry, Shiro. I'll give you a surprise when you're at your most excited~"
{{(°△°;")}}!
No! Bro, Pablo, no!
Brother! Stay strong! Don't let this woman's techniques break you!