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(;′ཀДཀ`)
Σ_(ﾟДﾟ;)ノ — Bleeegh!!!
The special drink made by Shiroko was vanishing from the table at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the complexions of the four participants were also visibly worsening—after all, drinking the "Water of Life" straight was not exactly pleasant...
Bang!
The first to fall—Yamamoto!
Bang!
Next to drop—Nojima!
Only Mitarai and Fujiwara remained!
It had become a showdown between a scumbag and a goody-two-shoes!
"Give up, Fujiwara... You're never going to win… bleurgh…"
Mitarai forced himself to speak despite his discomfort.
After all, he had undergone special training for this.
That clever brain of his had figured out something early on:
While Kamishiro Shiro and his gang were absolute degenerates, they were always surrounded by girls!
Cute classmates, neighboring senpai, even the girl next door—they were all close with them!
Especially that scumbag Kamishiro Shiro—no matter how awful he acted, girls kept throwing themselves at him!
When Mitarai compared his own looks with theirs, he believed he still had a sliver of hope!
At the very least, he was better than Kitahara! (in his own opinion)
So, the problem clearly wasn't looks. And if you ruled out the whole "likes to strip" issue…
There was only one conclusion left:
Girls like guys who can drink!
So, he had specifically trained himself in alcohol tolerance!
And sure enough—he'd guessed right!
Girls really do like strong drinkers!
As expected, Mitarai wasn't just handsome—he was way smarter than those other fools.
Miss Shiroko was as good as his!
"Damn it!"
Fujiwara's eyes turned bloodshot.
He could barely even see Miss Shiroko anymore—his vision was spinning and upside down.
He was completely at his limit…
But he couldn't accept it!
He couldn't stand the idea of an angel-like girl falling into the hands of Mitarai—a scumbag who already had a girlfriend.
He reached for another cup—just one more.
If he could just down one more, he was sure he'd defeat that bastard Mitarai!
But why…
Why wouldn't his hand move?
Move!
Come on, Fujiwara, you can do it!!
Bang!
Reality was harsh. Fujiwara collapsed.
As he fell, he looked at the smug smile on Mitarai's face, tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
It was over…
There was no hope left.
Seeing his last opponent fall, Mitarai smiled and staggered toward Kamishiro Shiro.
"Miss Shiroko… I w–won…"
He looked at the angelic girl in front of him with excitement.
He'd even picked out which love hotel they'd go to afterward.
Kamishiro Shiro looked at him in mild surprise.
He hadn't expected the frail-looking Mitarai to be the last one standing.
Honestly, he'd assumed that big dumb Fujiwara would've made it to the end.
After all, "the grand prize" had been especially prepared for Fujiwara.
But in the end, it didn't really matter who won—Mitarai was barely able to stay conscious himself…
He glanced behind Mitarai.
There, a beautiful girl with bloodshot eyes was sneaking up, ready to deliver a surprise—
"Congratulations, sir. But before you accept the grand prize, I recommend you take a look behind you."
(.ヘ°)?
Mitarai turned around, confused—
Only to find Ohashi Rei, who had appeared behind him without a sound, wearing the expression and aura of a horror movie ghost.
"Ahaha… I must've had too much to drink. I'm seeing things. Miss Shiroko, I'm gonna step out for some air…"
Feigning calm, he turned back and hurried toward the door.
He really hoped this was just a drunken hallucination.
#GRAB
A hand suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.
The familiar sensation made Mitarai realize—this was all real.
He was still in reality.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Mitarai—eliminated.
Kamishiro Shiro watched Mitarai's demise with a smile forming in his heart.
But the show had to go on—he hadn't forgotten there was still one goody-goody left to deal with.
Shiroko (Shiro) began typing with a troubled expression:
"Oh dear, it looks like this gentleman has something to handle. What should we do with the grand prize, then?"
Swoosh!
Just moments ago, Fujiwara had been collapsed on the floor—
But now, with a sudden burst of strength, he shot up and stood right in front of Shiroko!
"Miss Shiroko! Your champion is right here! Please entrust the grand prize to me!"
"Mr. Fujiwara…"
Looking at him force himself to stand tall, Shiroko put on just the right amount of emotion and gently clung to his arm.
!!!
In that moment, Fujiwara felt like he could die without regrets.
Yamamoto and Nojima, still lying on the floor, watched in heartbreak.
"No! This can't be happening!"
"Fujiwara, you bastard! Let go of her right now!"
(;′ཀДཀ`)
But Fujiwara just wore the happiest expression imaginable.
He felt like he was in heaven.
Could it be—springtime had finally come for the honest man?!
"Mr. Fujiwara, could you come to the room next door? It's a bit crowded here…"
Seeing the words on Shiroko's phone and her bashful expression, Fujiwara was completely overwhelmed.
Next door.
Just the two of them.
This was love!
Without hesitation, he let Shiroko pull him away.
As Kamishiro Shiro passed by Iori, he gave him a subtle glance.
His job was done.
Now it was Iori's turn to take care of Yamamoto and Nojima.
Iori gave a slight nod.
A plan was already forming in his mind.
"Nooo!"
"Miss Shiroko!!"
Yamamoto and Nojima howled as they watched the two walk away.
Losing themselves wasn't so bad—
But seeing their brother win felt worse than death!
That was when Iori struck.
He crouched down and gently patted both of them on the shoulder:
"Don't worry. I'll always be here for you two.
If you're willing, there are two people I'd like you to meet."
!!!
The two, previously sulking, instantly snapped to attention.
"Are they Miss Iko's parents?!"
"I mean, I think it's a bit soon… but if Miss Iko insists…"
"..."
Iori's mouth twitched.
Yep. These two were definitely animals.
Meanwhile, back with Kamishiro Shiro—
He had actually brought Fujiwara to the room next door.
But it wasn't as "quiet" as advertised…
Fujiwara, half-naked, was lying on a strange machine.
Something was attached to his stomach.
His face stiffened.
Even as honest as he was, he could tell something wasn't right.
But due to the alcohol, his body was too weak to resist.
"M–Miss Shiroko… What is this…?"
"Your grand prize, of course~"
Shiroko hadn't even replied—
A red-haired girl standing nearby answered for him.
{{(°△°; "}}!
Fujiwara looked around in terror.
All around him were girls in white lab coats and masks, their eyes glowing green.
Why did he get the feeling he was the grand prize?!
"Wait! Miss Shiroko! I remember now! I was second place! First place was Mitarai—AHHHHHHH!! MOMMY!!!"
Before he could finish, a sharp pain tore through his stomach.
It felt like something was about to come out of him.
Maybe out of mercy, Kamishiro Shiro left the room with a smile.
He couldn't give his dear bro the experience of mating,
But at least he could let him experience the miracle of human birth.
(??ω??)
This was definitely an unforgettable experience~
But the girls really needed more practice with their technique. Who the heck pulls right to the center in one go?!
Returning to the café, Kamishiro shiro looked around in confusion—why were all his friends missing after just one short outing?
"Where's Iori and the others?" he asked Aina.
In his mind, this should be the perfect time for Iori to prank those two. He was quite looking forward to seeing what kind of evil scheme that sly fox had come up with.
"Hmph, probably at the school gate. They caused such a huge scene just now!"
Aina responded irritably, completely unable to comprehend what was going on in Iori's mind!
He even brought over the security guards! Sure, it's just a school festival, but still—they're running a shop here! That kind of chaos is seriously bad for business!
For the sake of the shop's reputation, Aina had decisively betrayed her own comrades in the name of justice!
Besides, she never planned to let them in to begin with~
(′｀;)?
Now Shiro was starting to wonder what kind of dumb things those idiots had done while he was gone.
Wasn't kicking them out a little too cruel?
Then again…
He glanced at the café. Aside from a few curious male customers, the place was basically full of zombie-maid cosplayers.
Maybe… to them, being kicked out was more like liberation.
WHUMP!
Just as that thought crossed his mind, a zombie-maid suddenly tackled him!
" Shiro, there you are! Don't just stand there—we're getting ready for Phase Two!"
"Phase Two?"
Shiro looked at Kiyoko, who had her arm tightly wrapped around him. He had no idea there even was a second phase.
Also…
Could she please not hug him while wearing that horrifying makeup?! It was seriously nightmare fuel!
He really couldn't get used to it. Why on earth did Kiyoko and the others think this was fun?
"Huh? You didn't know? Phase Two of the Zombie-Maid Café is when everyone removes their makeup to surprise the customers!"
"..."
(.-ω-)
Upon hearing this, Shiro instinctively turned to look at Aina.
He had no idea whether the customers would be surprised, but… he was positive that the guys who had just been kicked out would be incredibly surprised.
You monsters.
You kick people out… and then take off your makeup?!
"What about me…" Shiro hesitated. He really didn't want his true identity exposed. That would probably bring the café to a crashing end.
He'd already imagined the headline on the evening news:
"Shocking! Angelic 'Miss Shiroko' Turns Out to Be a Crossdressing Male College Student from Izu University!"
He'd be torn apart by those beasts out there!
"Uh… maybe you should pretend to be a customer instead," Kiyoko suggested.
Clearly, they'd also realized the potential disaster. If Shiro was exposed, it would all blow back on them.
"Yeah… guess that's the only way."
Shiro sighed. So ended his brief crossdressing career.
But he'd already gotten the info he needed!
He really could infiltrate Omu Girls Academy through crossdressing!
Praise the power of East Asian disguise techniques!
Waving goodbye to the energy-filled male customers, Kamishiro shiro turned to go back and change—ready to return to his true self.
But just as he was about to turn, someone burst through the café door.
"KAMIYO KIYOKO!!"
Busujima, wearing a Seiryo volunteer t-shirt and panting heavily, stormed inside.
"You… What the hell is this?!"
{{(°△°; "}}!
She'd known that Kamiyo was running some kind of unique café over here, but the moment she saw the room full of zombie-maids, she nearly fainted.
Have college guys gotten this unhinged?
They really came to this kind of café?!
After dealing with her own best friend's drama, Busujima had rushed back to the security booth looking for Shiro—
But all she found were two drunk guys who were totally out of it!
Considering that only two people in the entire Seiryo Academy had a connection to Kamishiro shiro, she didn't even need to think to figure out where that bastard had gone.
So without even bothering to call, she stormed straight to Kamiyo's café.
And then…
Got completely traumatized.
These makeup styles were way ahead of their time—way too much for the human eye to handle.
Busujima took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her top priority now was finding Kamishiro shiro!
She scanned the room and headed directly toward Kiyoko.
No matter how exaggerated Kamiyo's makeup was, she could still recognize her instantly.
Don't ask how.
Let's just say the uncle-like aura around her was way too strong!
(=ＴェＴ=)
Seeing this, Shiro subtly put some distance between himself and Kiyoko.
In that moment, he silently thanked the heavens that he was still in his crossdressed form.
If he got caught now, he was so dead!
Damn it, why did this suddenly turn into a love triangle battleground?!
No doubt about it!
The moment he saw Busujima, Shiro knew: The hellzone had arrived.
As a professional scumbag, whenever things got to this stage, his go-to solution was: to run .
And this time might be no different.
He looked toward the door, already plotting his escape route.
As someone who enjoys life, even when running, one mustn't forget entertainment!
He remembered there was a fortune-telling booth not far from the café. Maybe he'd go check that out…
Meanwhile, back to Busujima:
Because Shiro's makeup was just that good, she hadn't made the connection between "Shiroko" and " Kamishiro shiro." At most, she just found this maid a little familiar.
But that didn't matter.
BANG!
Slamming her hands on the table, she locked eyes with Kiyoko. "Tomboy! Where the hell is that bastard Shiro hiding?!"
( ｀д′ )!!!!
Kiyoko, who'd been in a good mood, exploded at the insult.
"You're the tomboy, you horse-faced green tea bimbo!"
"Hah?! You with your gambling addiction and obsession with slot machines—if you're not a tomboy, who is?! And what's up with your makeup?! Trying to become a gag comedian?!"
"Still better than being a two-faced slut! You disappear all the time—no one knows where you sneak off to!"
They'd been rivals since high school and were all too familiar with each other's dirt.
This was just their usual "greeting."
"I'm not wasting time with you. Where is that bastard Shiro? I know he's here."
"Hah, I can't believe you're still secretly in contact with him after he dumped you. That takes serious shamelessness."
"Better than you, the homewrecker who went after someone else's boyfriend!"
"Excuse me—"
"Heh. I don't recall Shiro ever having you as a girlfriend in high school."
"Still doesn't change the fact that you were the third wheel!"
"Excuse me—"
"Tomboy!"
"Green tea girl!"
(╥_╥)
Kanako gave up. She'd tried multiple times to chime in, but their shouting completely drowned her out.
Just how much hate were these two holding onto to start bickering the second they saw each other?
Also…
The guy you're yelling about just ran away.