"Huh, you've already finished unpacking?"
"Exactly. I'm done with a perfect and tidy job! After all, I'm a mature college student!"
Ten minutes later, Iori Kitahara, who had been anxiously waiting, finally received the "OK!" from Miyazawa Yu.
Without a moment's hesitation, driven by lust, he confidently led Nanaka Kotegawa to the door of the room.
"Boys are really strong, aren't they?"
"Of course! See for yourself!"
Filled with anticipation for the senpais' arrangement, Iori Kitahara confidently pushed open the door.
As expected, a strong masculine vibe hit him in the face the next second, but the form of it was a little different from what he had expected.
"Ah—!"
"Hmph—!"
For some reason, even though there was no sound source, Iori Kitahara could still hear faint moans.
This kind of sound would be perfect in the middle of the night under the covers, but right now...
Looking at the classic works spread all over the room and the posters of actresses plastered up to the ceiling, both Iori and Nanaka's art styles turned into stick figures.
Evidently, this decorating style was too advanced, and it took a lot of processing power to understand.
"Psst~ psst~ Iori."
Poking his head out of his own room, Miyazawa Yu knocked on the wall twice to get Iori Kitahara's attention.
"You bastards! What is this!"
"Don't ask! Take this! Good luck!"
Ignoring Iori's distorted face and questions, Miyazawa Yu raised his hand and threw a rolled-up magazine over.
Seeing this, Iori Kitahara subconsciously bent down to pick it up and unrolled it, only to find that it was a super comprehensive magazine of older-sister-type gravure idols, one of Miyazawa Yu's most prized collections.
"Iori... what's that... you're holding?"
"!"
The voice of Nanaka Kotegawa came from behind him. Iori Kitahara was shocked and subconsciously turned around, hastily trying to explain that this was not the room he had tidied up.
He completely forgot what he was holding in his hand.
"That's not it! Sister Nanaka, this is..."
"Older-sister-type... Huh! After all, Iori is a boy, so this is normal! It's normal!"
She had originally thought that Iori was just a college student with a lot of energy, but she didn't expect that he actually liked the older-sister-type!
The blush that had only been on her cheeks instantly spread to her neck. Nanaka Kotegawa trembled and turned around. Her limbs were stiff, but she ran away quickly.
No! She had to call a friend to confirm if this was really normal!
"Wait! Sister Nanaka!"
Chasing her for two steps, Iori Kitahara's mood instantly plummeted to rock bottom. A thick layer of gray and white aura enveloped his entire body.
"How was it, Iori?"
"Pretty good, right?"
"That magazine is mine, so remember to give it back to me!"
Staring at the bastards who didn't know any better and even dared to give him a thumbs-up, Iori Kitahara clenched his hand, and the older-sister-type magazine was immediately torn in half.
"You three bastard!"
"Ah!!! My collection! Iori, prepare to die!"
Seeing the big sister who had been with him for a long time fluttering in the air, Miyazawa Yu's eyes widened with fury. He immediately rushed out and pinned that bastard Iori down in the room.
"Tell me! Which part of your body do you want to leave behind as a memento for your family? Don't even think about your face!"
"It's all because you threw the magazine at me! Sister Nanaka is going to think I'm a pervert!"
"Ha! You're not a pervert?"
He held Iori's head and rubbed it furiously. He had made up his mind! He was going to use this pervert's brain as a sacrifice for his big sister!
"Well, Yu, spare Iori's life. He can pay you back for the book later. So, did the plan fail?"
Entering the room, Shinjin Tokita stepped forward and separated the two who were fighting.
Hearing him say that, Iori Kitahara ignored his own safety and angrily pointed at the "teachers'" works all over the room, asking a question from the depths of his soul.
"What were you guys thinking! How could you ever think a room like this would be a success!"
"Huh? When parents see their kids' collections, don't they usually feel like they've grown up?"
"I meant a different kind of growing up!"
Kneeling on the ground, his breathing was close to zero. Even though he was about to be choked to death by Miyazawa Yu, Iori Kitahara still used his hoarse voice to sing his final swan song.
"Hey, Yu. If you keep this up, Iori will die. Even though he's a lot of trouble, he doesn't deserve to die, does he?"
"Tch! Fine! You're a pain in the ass! What kind of room do you want anyway!"
Getting off Iori, Miyazawa Yu clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and he even rubbed his hands on the bed Iori had just made, as if he had touched something unclean.
"Cough, cough, you scoundrel! All I want is something a little more normal! A room that looks like a regular college student's room is all I need!"
He coughed a few times. Iori Kitahara had just come back from the gates of hell.
However, since he was the one who tore up Miyazawa Yu's prized possession, this could be considered an eye for an eye.
"What the hell, so that's all it takes."
"Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Even if I didn't make it clear beforehand, you shouldn't have turned the room into this mess!"
Feeling that asking the senpais for help with decorating the room was a huge mistake, Iori Kitahara waved his hand, ready to send the three unreliable guys away and tidy it up himself.
"It was my mistake to ask you for help! Anyway, I'll clean up the rest myself, so you guys can take these things back!"
"Hmm? Are you sure you want me to take them back?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"In that case, I'll take the gift I was going to give you! As part of the interest!"
Seizing the opportunity, Miyazawa Yu reached for a disc from Ryujiro Kotobuki. The latter, being easygoing, handed the gift he had prepared for Iori to him.
However, when he tried to pull his hand back, there was a strong resistance.
"Wait a minute! That's my gift, right!"
"Didn't you say you didn't want it?"
"I don't remember saying anything like that!"
Iori Kitahara held the disc case with a benevolent smile.
Are you kidding me? How could he easily give away the senpais' excellent gift? This was a rare spiritual nourishment!
"Scum!"
"You're one to talk!"
Although Miyazawa Yu could use all his strength to snatch the case, he couldn't guarantee that the disc inside wouldn't be damaged.
After a stalemate, he could only take a step back and suggest, "In that case, why don't we watch it together! What do you say to giving it back to me after we finish watching?"
"Hoh-hoh! That's exactly what I had in mind!"
The struggle stopped. After reaching a consensus, Miyazawa Yu let go of his hand and allowed Iori Kitahara to take the disc.
The latter's eyes sharpened. He seriously put it into the computer's drive, and soon, some not-so-healthy sounds began to echo in the room.
On the other side, Chisa Kotegawa found a small, usable cabinet in the storage room.
Thinking that Iori had just moved in and probably didn't have any furniture for storage, she wanted to go to his room and ask if he needed it.
However, when she got to the door of Iori's room, she found that there were a lot of noises coming from inside. Were they still unpacking?
Thinking this, she unsuspectingly pushed the door open and walked in.
"Iori, I found a small cabinet here that we were going to throw away. If you can—"
"Oh! Yes!"
"Oh! Yes! Yes!"
"This is awesome! This is awesome!!!"
"..."
Looking at the four scoundrels gathered around the computer in the room, Chisa Kotegawa's eyes instantly filled with contempt.
They were actually gathering to indulge in lewdness in broad daylight at her house. Iori was indeed completely corrupted! Unforgivable!
"Hmm, seventy-eight points!"
"I can't get a perfect score on this? I was very confident!"
"It seems that Senpai Tokita's taste needs to be improved. This kind of stuff with no plot is just a cult!"
Miyazawa Yu didn't like "big horse" girls, so he wasn't very interested in the video on the computer.
Just as his eyes were wandering, a quick glance back made him see Chisa, who was emanating a black aura.
He swallowed hard. As she approached, holding the small wooden cabinet, his heart began to pound. Luckily, it seemed Chisa's target wasn't him.
Following the fundamental Pab club virtue of "letting a friend die rather than yourself," he immediately covered his mouth and chose to spectate with great interest as Chisa placed the cabinet over Iori's head.