"Whew… finally made it out. Thought I'd have to reset the game for a second. As expected, I, Kamishiro Shiro, am destined to survive! Wahahaha!"
At the Plaza, Kamishiro wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and laughed loudly.
Passersby gave him weird and suspicious looks.
Of course, some girls nearby had sparkling eyes and were eager to approach.
Being a little crazy didn't matter—as long as you were handsome, you'd still be a catch. Maybe he was like one of those perfect TV drama male leads?
Ah!
Thinking of that, one girl couldn't hold back anymore and ran up to ask for his contact info. She was already planning how to brag about it to her girlfriends tonight!
But…
Just as she made her move, Kamishiro sprinted away—first!
That's right—he ran!
His speed instantly crushed the girl's hopes. She couldn't help pulling out her pocket mirror to check herself.
Surely… she wasn't ugly enough to scare him off, right?
Aaaaahhh!
He was a lunatic after all!
Sob sob
Why are lunatics these days so good-looking?
Fine, next time she'd wait outside the psychiatric hospital at Aoyama Fourth Hospital!
…
Elsewhere, Kamishiro—still running like mad—had no idea about that girl.
He was simply overjoyed at surviving the ordeal. No way he was paying attention to his surroundings.
And why was he running?
Obviously to escape for his life!
Just because it was safe a moment ago doesn't mean that place is still safe now!
The only reason Kamishiro Shiro managed to get out earlier was entirely thanks to Lord Mori drawing away all the fire!
That final line from Lord Mori wasn't necessarily because those girls were too deadly!
Right now, Busujima and Kiyoko were still inside asking Lord Mori for a fortune reading.
We love you, Lord Mori!
Shiro made up his mind. The next time he had to crossdress, he'd definitely track down Lord Mori at school. This was a life-or-death bond! Sharing a drink of "life's water" together wouldn't be too much to ask, right? ~
But for now, his main goal was to run for his life, and maybe swing by the school gates to check if that idiot Kitahara had managed to get in yet. Judging by his guess, those guys were probably still running around in circles—
Dear ATM gentlemen!
Bodyguard Shiro is at your service! (??ω??)
…
At the gates of Oumi Academy
Just as Shiro had predicted, Iori and the others still hadn't managed to get inside. In fact, they had even failed trying to force their way in!
Just a moment ago, they had found the perfect spot and decided to climb over the wall.
But while their imagination was beautiful, reality was harsh.
Because their rallying cry was way too strange, the four of them were caught by the security guards on the spot.
Their chant: "We really, really want to do it!"
And then…
They were 'politely' kicked out…
"Now what?"
"Do we just brute-force our way through?"
"…I really don't think we can take them head-on."
Yamamoto glanced at the security guard's muscles and wisely eliminated that option.
"If only Fujiwara were here…"
Mitara sighed. Fujiwara had always been their team's muscle.
If he were here, he could've at least served as a decent sandbag to hold off the security guard!
"Wait a second?! Where the hell is that bastard Fujiwara?!"
Only now did Mitara realize that Fujiwara had been missing all this time. He hadn't returned since that pretty older lady had taken him away!
Boom!
Yamamoto and Nojima also realized how serious this was. If that were true…
Then did Fujiwara actually succeed?!
Their own failure was one thing, but their brother's success was more than their hearts could bear!
"Kitahara! Tell me—that green-haired guy was Kohei, right? That was Kohei!"
Nojima shook Iori furiously, eyes twitching with madness. Yamamoto's eyes had already lost the will to live.
"Farewell, cruel world…"
"..."
(???)
Iori stared coldly at his three increasingly deranged friends. Only now did he realize… they had incredibly strong hearts…
"Why don't you guys suspect that bastard Kamishiro?"
!!!
The trio froze, staring at Iori in shock.
"You mean…"
"That green-haired girl was Kamishiro?"
"That bastard?!"
The three looked at Iori, eyes gleaming with emotion—somehow even teary.
"…So you three really never doubted that bastard."
Iori couldn't understand it. That guy's squinty eyes were such an obvious giveaway! Why hadn't these idiots even considered it?
"Well… mainly because that was Kamishiro Shiro."
"A beast who can seduce girls just by showing his face."
"We honestly couldn't figure out why that guy would even want to crossdress, unless… wait a sec! Σ(°Д°;"
Nojima's expression turned increasingly horrified.
He remembered that night they were snooping around in Kamishiro Shiro's room…
And the rumors on the forums, those photos and magazines they found…
Even though Kamishiro and his gang had seriously explained their "hobbies," given the current situation—it all seemed very wrong.
Mitara and Yamamoto also finally clued in. They turned horrified gazes toward Iori.
Things had happened too quickly earlier—they hadn't had time to process why Kitahara, of all people, was crossdressing!
Now that they thought about it… the more they thought, the creepier it got!
"Is… is it what we think it is…?"
Nojima's voice trembled. He had no idea how to face Iori now.
(′｀;)?
Iori felt a little weirded out. They had been acting normally a moment ago—why were they suddenly acting like completely different people?
But it didn't matter. Since they'd already filled in the blanks themselves, that saved him the trouble of explaining. After all, they didn't have much time left to break in!
"Well, yeah. It's exactly what you're thinking."
!!!
The trio jumped back in shock!
Such a blunt confirmation?! Was he planning to silence them now?!
"What about Fujiwara then…"
"Well, since he got taken away by that scumbag Kamishiro, what else could've happened?"
"..."
In an instant, vivid images of Fujiwara being humiliated filled their minds, along with Kamishiro Shiro's arrogant smirk!
It had come to this. There was nothing they could do now. All they could do was quietly erect a memorial for him in their hearts.
┏┛Grave┗┓…(((m -__-)m
Here lies Fujiwara's dignity.
They hoped—really hoped—that if he awakened some strange new fetish from this, he wouldn't take it out on them!
(-ω-;)
"What's with you guys? Hurry up and come discuss the plan!"
Iori urged them. These three had been acting off ever since earlier. Did they drink too much?
But… they didn't even drink that much, right?
"Don't! Don't come over here!"
"Just stay right there!"
"No need to trouble yourself—just say it from there!"
"..."
Strange as it was, Iori decided to respect his bros' choice. After all, if this plan failed, he might still need to rely on them.
"The method is super simple! All we need to do is puff out our chests and walk in with dignity!"
Iori revealed his plan confidently. He felt this time it would work. He could already see the cute maids waving to him!
This time—they would definitely get in!
"Hic~ I guess those guys probably gave up by now."
"Yeah, hopefully. I've never seen such outrageous people. Are they really college students? They seem more like beasts from the streets."
"(.-ω-) Seriously. People really are different… I wonder where that kid ran off to? Still not done drinking?"
"Pfft, probably went to see his girlfriend. I mean, this is an all-girls university."
"Ha ha ha, true that!"
The two security guards laughed heartily. After bonding over a bottle of booze, they and Kamishiro Shiro had basically become bros.
As for that clown squad of four?
As the top two guards at Oumi Girls University, there was no way they'd let those weirdos get in!
"Let's go drinking tonight. That kid really stirred up my craving again."
"No problem. When the time comes—wait! What the hell is that?"
The two of them looked off into the distance. Four bizarre figures were steadily approaching the gate!
Before long, the four stood at the gate.
First!
Nojima, dressed in a huge elementary schooler uniform, chest out and head held high—clearly an honor student used to scoring 100s.
Second!
Yamamoto, in a tight, almost-torn female outfit, showing off his plump figure in all the wrong ways.
Third!
Mitara, confidently holding up a ticket… that wasn't even for Oumi University.
Fourth!
Iori, wearing headphones and acting like he didn't care about the world—as if headphones granted him access anywhere!
"..."
The two guards stared silently at their backs, veins bulging on their foreheads. These four looked like they were mocking their intelligence!
Don't they know letting the wrong people in results in pay deductions?!
Can't they spare a thought for hard-working security staff?! This job is tough, okay?!
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Scene change: the four were now kneeling in front of the guards.
"You guys seriously aren't screwing with us?"
Security Guard A rubbed his temples in frustration. He was starting to suspect these guys came here just to mess with them.
"No way!"
"We're completely serious!"
The elementary schooler and crossdresser responded without hesitation, their sincerity practically glowing.
"…Has Japan really fallen this far?"
Looking at these four college students, the two guards couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of mess Japan would become a few years down the road!
Wait, does Japan's education system now include training perverts too?!
Truly a worrying state for the nation's education...
"Enough, let's be straight with you. No matter how many times you come, it'll be the same result. Just go home obediently!"
The stern voice deflated the four of them. Iori even started asking for directions to the train station.
"Huh?"
One of the guards looked confused. Weren't they students from the neighboring university? Why are they asking for directions to the train station?
But in the very next second, they understood!
"Now's the time!"
While Nojima and Iori distracted the guards by asking for directions, Mitarai and Yamamoto bolted like wild horses toward the door of the security room!
The security office was inside the Oumi grounds—if they made it past that door, they'd be back in paradise!
"Dammit!"
"Don't even think about running!"
Sensing something was off, the two guards immediately sprang into action, tackling and restraining the two escapees with surprising strength.
"Phew… That was close."
"Can't let our guard down for even a second."
They wiped the sweat from their brows. That had almost gone terribly wrong.
Just one look at these guys and you could tell they were up to no good. Let them back in, and the dainty girls inside would be in danger!
Just as the two guards breathed a sigh of relief, two mocking voices rang out.
"Heh, what a bunch of idiots."
"Totally fell for it!"
Iori and Nojima had quietly snuck to the doorway during the distraction, and now stood there grinning smugly.
Seeing the stunned faces of the guards, the two flashed victorious smiles.
A couple of mere guards? As if they could stop them!
"Let's go, Nojima!"
"See ya~"
They waved and turned toward the door leading to their long-awaited paradise.
"Stop right there!" ×2
The guards' eyes widened. If these two actually made it through, then their evening drinking plans would go up in smoke!
"No way we're letting you get away with this!"
Mitarai and Yamamoto lunged, hugging Iori and Nojima's legs tightly!
"Let go!"
"Don't get in our way!"
"I won't let go! Even if I get yelled at for this stupid move, I don't care!"
"Because of our friendship—"
"We absolutely won't let you get through!"
The camera pans up—the legs that Mitarai and Yamamoto were clinging to weren't the guards' at all.
And there was no noble "sacrifice for a friend" happening here either. On the contrary, they were holding on tight to their own teammates' legs!
Just as always: It's fine if I fail, but there's no way I'm letting my friend succeed!
"..."
The two guards stood frozen, watching the tangled mess of bodies on the ground. It didn't even look like they were needed anymore.
Were these guys really friends? They felt more like arch-enemies...
Seeing that escape was no longer an option, the four turned on each other.
"Who the hell pulls us down at a time like that?!"
"What the hell were you doing blocking your own teammates?!"
"Shut up, you traitors!"
"We never agreed to be bait for you guys!"
"..."
Even though it looked like a chaotic brawl, the guards had figured out one thing:
They didn't need to hold down four people. Holding down two would be more than enough—the others would take care of themselves.
Though they felt a bit sorry for the lot, rules were rules. The guards "politely" kicked all four of them out.
Same place, same number of people.
The four now sat squatting at the entrance of Oumi, reflecting on life.
"Time doesn't wait for anyone… After taking off their makeup, those girls probably got even prettier."
Nojima adjusted his glasses. For all they knew, those beasts had already started making moves!
!!?
Hearing that, Iori froze.
A terrifying thought popped into his mind!
Did that mean Chisa had also taken off her makeup?!
And now those beasts were hitting on her?!
Iori's face turned to horror.
It wasn't that he was afraid Chisa would actually be swayed, but—
If Nanaka-senpai found out that Chisa was being hit on...
His life would be over!
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Iori frantically scanned the area. He had to find a way back in, no matter what!
This was a matter of life and death!
Wait a minute—
That silhouette looked kind of familiar?
As the familiar figure got closer, Iori's expression turned from panic to joy.
His savior had arrived!
"Kamishiro!!!"