"Ugh, aaaaaah— Damn it! I can't believe it's like this again today. My head hurts so much... I feel like I'm going to die..."
The next morning, Miyazawa Yu woke up in a classroom with a splitting headache.
The reliable seniors had even checked his first class of the semester, but even so, they still didn't send him home.
'Wait! Do I even have a home?'
He rubbed his brain, which was completely rusted from the alcohol. Miyazawa Yu quickly realized a key problem: he had been in Izu for so long, and he didn't even have a place to stay.
For two consecutive days, he had slept at school, completely living up to the idea of treating school like his own home!
"Damn it! It's all because of these two guys! My luggage is still at Grand Blue, isn't it? That's so rude of them!"
He glanced at the two scoundrels who were still sound asleep, their drool mixing on the table. Miyazawa Yu silently opened the system interface.
Good! Although his hand-eye coordination skill didn't get used last night, the tracksuit's cooldown was over!
Impatiently, he took the entire outfit from the system. In no time at all, he was dressed, and a refined, normal college student was born!
"Ugh~ A full set of clothes and a fresh pair of underwear, this is a rare luxury!"
"What luxury underwear? Who's wearing luxury underwear!"
In his half-conscious state, Iori Kitahara slammed the table and stood up. His ears seemed to have a serious illness where they could only hear keywords. Of Miyazawa Yu's long sentence, he only heard two words!
The trio of naked men was already eye-catching enough. Add to that his nonsensical declaration, and every single person in the classroom turned to look at them.
"There's no luxury underwear! Sit down! This is so embarrassing!"
Miyazawa Yu frantically pulled Iori back to his seat. He took out his Luchador mask and put it on.
To be honest, for some reason, even though he was wearing clothes now, the shame seemed to increase rather than decrease with every glance from a stranger.
The clothes themselves had become a heavy shackles. His body seemed to be rebelling against the restraint, craving the most primitive form of freedom.
"Is this it! Have I gone crazy?! Impossible! It's only been one day. My body can't have been shaped by the Pab club!"
Noticing his own abnormality, Miyazawa Yu's expression gradually became horrified.
He had traveled a thousand miles to Izu, where no one knew him, to start a new era as the King of the Crystal Palace and enjoy a beautiful new life!
Now, he hadn't met many beautiful girls, but it seemed he was turning into someone else.
Is this right? No, this isn't right!
"It's nothing... no underwear. But I prefer chests anyway..."
His mind was still not completely sober. Iori Kitahara's alcohol tolerance still needed work.
But even so, when he saw Miyazawa Yu in a full set of neat clothes, he instinctively froze.
Feeling a bad premonition, Miyazawa Yu frowned and quickly got up, ready to run as Iori's gaze became dangerous.
However, it was too late. The next second, his arm was firmly grabbed.
"What are you doing, student! We're not close, are we?"
Miyazawa Yu's eyelid twitched. He secretly used his strength to try and shake off Iori's unwelcome hand.
But the guy's grip was too tight. Without making a big scene, there was no way to break free from the vise-like hold.
"Hmm... what's going on? Aaah!!! Why am I sleeping naked in a classroom! Yu! Why are you wearing clothes!"
"Eh? Student? Do I know you?"
Another troublesome person had joined the fray. Miyazawa Yu gave a cold laugh and tried to distance himself from the two perverted naked men.
Kouhei Imamura, noticing the stares from the other people, seemed to have an increase in his brainpower despite being naked. He figured out the situation almost instantly.
His face darkened. He stepped on Iori's shoulder and flew to Miyazawa Yu's other side. Without a word, he grabbed the other arm.
"!!! What... what are you doing? I'm going to scream!"
"Give us your clothes!"
"Just one piece!"
"Huh? How could I! In this situation, showing even one more inch of my body would be stained by the eyes of strangers! No way!"
He was absolutely not giving in. Miyazawa Yu clamped his arms and legs together, staunchly guarding against these two bastards' beastly urges to strip him.
"Hehe... at this point, do you think you have a choice?"
Hearing this, Iori Kitahara pretended to be deep in thought. Of course, it was also possible that he was just too embarrassed to look up.
But whatever the case, it didn't change his intention. "Strip! Or we'll yell your name and go down together! Choose one!"
"That's right! It's not fair for us to be the only ones humiliated! After all, this is all your fault!"
The corners of his mouth stretched into a grin that reached his ears. Kouhei Imamura smiled sinisterly and caressed Miyazawa Yu's pants, saying with a look of intoxication, "What a good pair of pants. I bet they'd look great on me."
"Ewww!"
"Then I'll take the clothes! Yu, you can just keep the mask, right!"
"Gulp... Just kill me! I will not surrender!"
A warm puff of air hit his face. Being cornered by two perverts with lewd expressions was just awful!
But even so! Miyazawa Yu was still unwilling to let his clothes be defiled by the sinful naked men!
However, his resistance was futile. Under the coercion of the two scoundrels who would do anything, even with his "kill me" technique, he could not escape his destined fate.
"You bunch of bastards! This way, none of us can escape our humiliating fate!"
Ten minutes later, Miyazawa Yu, now only in his pants, fell onto the table, unable to get up. His soul had already flown half a meter out of his mouth.
In comparison, Kouhei Imamura, who was leaning back in his seat and had only managed to get the top, looked much more confident.
Even his act of running his hand through his hair looked extremely elegant, as long as you ignored the underwear on his lower body.
"Heh, a person who tries to sneak away doesn't have the right to say that!"
Wearing the mask he had threatened to get, Iori Kitahara had no sense of being a thief. On the contrary, his confidence was through the roof.
Feeling that no one could recognize him, he nonchalantly put his legs up on the first row of desks to sober up. His tone was as arrogant as an old man's, just begging to be hit.
"Damn it! Do you guys have no heart! At least try to be a little discreet! There are people we know in this class!"
Miyazawa Yu rolled his eyes. He managed to stuff his soul back into his mouth and gently poked Iori's shoulder, motioning for him to look back.
In the last row of the tiered classroom, Chisa Kotegawa's expression had changed from disgust to a look of utter revulsion, as if she were looking at trash.
It was clear that she had witnessed the entire scene of Iori Kitahara threatening Miyazawa Yu to take off his clothes.
This type of performance, which included keywords like "man-on-man," "coercion," and "stripping," was just too explosive. She clearly could not appreciate it.
"Ugh—"
Miyazawa Yu finally felt a little avenged as he saw Iori Kitahara freeze.
Remembering that his luggage was still at the Kotegawa's shop, he said casually, "Iori, do you know how to get back to Grand Blue?"
"Although it's irresponsible to say this, I'm afraid I don't know either. So..."
"Sigh..."
Just as he expected. It wasn't hard to accept the fact that Iori was useless.
With a slight sigh, Miyazawa Yu finally turned his gaze to Chisa Kotegawa. This girl was the hope of the entire village!