"Iori Kitahara! You actually escaped! Did you go around impersonating me! Aaaah!!!"
"What about that video on the school forum, you bastard! This is called 'giving as good as you get'!"
"Nonsense! That's clearly a revenge plot!"
Inside the Pab club recruitment tent, Miyazawa Yu and Iori Kitahara, who had fled here early, were wrestling with each other.
They were constantly poking each other's noses and mouths, using dirty tricks. Ryūjirō Kotobuki sighed and slapped his forehead, personally separating the two.
"Stop fighting! Since you're here, help out with something! I'm leaving these flyers to you!"
"Huh? Senpai Ryūjirō, are you kidding me? There are so many campus police officers out there looking for me! How am I supposed to hand out flyers in this situation!"
Iori Kitahara poked his head out like a Viet soldier. He saw another team of campus police officers walk by the booth and immediately shook his head until it was a blur.
Are you kidding me! With this level of search, he'd probably be caught and taken on a one-day trip to the police station with the slightest movement!
"Exactly! I almost got taken away because of you just now! In the end, it's all Iori's fault! If you hadn't forced Chisa to take off her clothes, none of this would have happened!"
"Hey! Don't make it sound like I'm a criminal! I just wanted a jacket!"
He turned his head away in dissatisfaction to correct Miyazawa Yu's grammar. Iori Kitahara suddenly realized something and shouted, "Wait! How did you know about that conversation? Did you go and find the campus police, you little..."
"...So, Senpai Ryūjirō, can you give me some clothes to wear?"
"Don't change the subject! You really did go and find the campus police! You bastard!"
The way Miyazawa Yu was avoiding eye contact and changing the subject was a clear sign of a guilty conscience.
Having discovered the truth, Iori Kitahara was furious. He pounced on Miyazawa Yu, vowing to teach this scoundrel a lesson!
"Alright! Didn't I tell you not to fight here! Save your energy for the victory party! As for clothes..."
He looked at the two underclassmen who were also desperate for a piece of cloth to cover their bodies. Ryūjirō Kotobuki was in a difficult position, as the only jacket he had was the one on his body.
To avoid showing favoritism, he stroked his chin for a moment, then raised a finger. "How about this! Whoever can recruit a new member first gets this one and only jacket! What do you say?"
[A request from a senior has been detected. A mission has been automatically issued.]
[Mission: As a beloved underclassman, it is your duty to help your senior. Please recruit a new member for the club that can't recruit anyone!]
[Reward: The item the Host might need the most!]
"Recruit a new member? No problem! It's a deal!"
"A mission has been triggered... I accept this challenge!"
They both spoke in unison! With their goal clear, a fire blazed in the eyes of the two naked men.
But instead of going to find someone right away, Miyazawa Yu's eyes darted around. He first activated the Pab club's traditional "virtue" and launched a personal attack on Iori Kitahara.
"Hey, Iori. You've already been documented anyway. What's the point of wearing clothes now? You should leave the clothes for someone who needs them more, right!"
"What did you say, you bastard! This is all your fault! And don't you have... Wait, isn't that Chisa's jacket? Why do you have it?!"
"Yeah? Why do you have it, Yu-kun~"
"!"
A chill went down his spine. Miyazawa Yu shivered and looked back in terror, only to find the gentle, smiling face of Sister Nanaka.
"This... well, it's because of all sorts of reasons. It was... charity out of pity for me?"
"Really? Then why didn't Chisa show me that charity?"
He was deeply suspicious. Iori Kitahara's eyes suddenly became sharp. He pointed at Miyazawa Yu and said seriously, "Are you saying that Yu has some dirt on Chisa and forced her to take off her clothes?!"
"What are you thinking! How could something like that happen? I've only known Chisa for less than two hours!"
"That's true..."
Hearing Miyazawa Yu's words, Nanaka Kotegawa nodded in agreement. The suspicion in her heart instantly disappeared.
"Well, since that's the case, can you give Chisa's jacket to me, Yu?"
"Of course! I was going to give it back to Sister Nanaka anyway."
Without a moment's hesitation, Miyazawa Yu handed the clothes, which were as hot as a baked potato, back to Nanaka Kotegawa.
Watching her fold the clothes and walk away gracefully, the chill around him gradually dissipated.
"Gasp... I feel like someone wanted to kill me just now, but I have no proof."
"Your senses are very sharp! You need to be careful in the future, Yu!"
"Huh? Senpai Ryūjirō, do you know something?"
"I guess so..."
Since the two underclassmen were going to be in the Pab club for four years, Ryūjirō Kotobuki felt that some things were better for them to know sooner rather than later.
He beckoned to the two clueless newcomers. He quietly pulled back the canopy curtain and whispered, "Although Nanaka thinks she's fooling everyone, the truth is, only the people involved don't realize it."
"???"
Miyazawa Yu shrank his head and looked inside. He saw the very same Sister Nanaka, who had just been so elegant, looking around.
Then, seeing that no one was around, she immediately buried her head in the jacket that still had Chisa's scent and took a deep breath. From time to time, she made a strange noise, like "Hehe~"
"This person is actually a huge 'sister-con'!"
"What on earth happened in the last ten years?!"
"A 'sister-con'?"
His pupils trembled. Miyazawa Yu felt a string in his mind called 'sanity' snap!
If the angelic Sister Nanaka was a 'sister-con'! This was just...
'Perfect! This just proves that Sister Nanaka has never had a boyfriend. My chances of taking advantage of the situation have increased greatly!'
"This is great! This is so great!"
"Huh? What are you talking about, Yu? You like Sister Nanaka, right? This is bad, Senpai Ryūjirō! Yu has completely lost his mind!"
"How pitiful. It looks like we'll have to find new members again."
Ryūjirō Kotobuki and Iori looked at the even more excited Miyazawa Yu with pity, sharing the same thought: Yu's mind had been completely broken.
In response, Miyazawa Yu wiped his drool and said disdainfully, "What a foolish question! Sister Nanaka liking her sister and liking me aren't in conflict! No, no, no! On the contrary, if Sister Nanaka agrees, I can be a 'sister-con' with her!"
"...He's a pervert."
"Yep! He's a pervert!"
They both made the same outrageous remark. But a person's kinks should be their own business.
Next, Ryūjirō Kotobuki did not try to correct the newcomers' increasingly perverted romantic views. He moved on to a more important topic. "Alright! Remember to keep this a secret! By the way, do you guys have anyone in mind to invite?"
"Yes, leave it to me."
"I have someone too. I'd say that person is perfectly suited for the Pab club."
Temporarily setting aside Sister Nanaka's amazing little habit, Miyazawa Yu stretched his ankles, ready to go.
"In that case! Go! Bring back a new member!"
"Oh!"
He ran off, moving quickly through the crowd.
His eyes lingered on each passerby for no more than a millisecond, only slowing down when he saw someone with yellow hair.
That's right! When recruiting anyone felt like sending them to hell, the absurd yellow-haired guy, Kouhei Imamura, was born with a body destined for hell!
"Where is he? Where is he? Come on, Kouhei! The Pab club needs talent like you!"
He was saying some pretty ominous things. Miyazawa Yu quickly searched all the places that looked like "service clubs," such as the tea ceremony club and the book club.
Unfortunately, his luck wasn't great. Although all these clubs had seen a strange otaku with yellow hair, they all added the prefix "before."
"One after another, they kept saying things like, 'Wake up,' and 'There are no high school girls in college.' Just saying the most nonsensical things!"
"So, will you come with me to a new world?"
"I will..."
When Miyazawa Yu finally found Kouhei, his engagement ceremony with Iori was already halfway through.
He saw them holding hands, surrounded by pink bubbles. It looked like they were about to get a room and go on a romantic journey together.
Miyazawa Yu's eyes sharpened—he couldn't possibly let someone else steal his prey!
"Wait a minute—!"
He drew out the word and sped up, taking a flying kick that sent Iori Kitahara flying. He then knelt down, grabbed Kouhei's hand with both of his, and stole his love. "No! You won't!"