"This is even worse than the last one!"
Kohei was tortured into a twitching dead fish. Seeing Iori turn around menacingly again, Miyazawa Yu immediately moved closer to the senpais to seek shelter.
"Senpai Kotobuki, speaking of which, you brought this DVD, right? What's in it?"
"How about we watch it?"
"Hey, listen to me!"
Are you kidding me! Who wants to listen to you! I'll be folded into pieces!
Pretending not to hear Iori's roar, Miyazawa Yu nonchalantly put the disc with a half-naked bishonen on it into the TV's drive.
"Damn it! Hurry up and clean this up! If someone else sees it, they'll misunderstand again!"
Anxious, Iori Kitahara knew he couldn't wake up those who were pretending to be asleep. He directly grabbed Miyazawa Yu by the collar and pointed at the various unsightly things in the room, sternly commanding him.
If Sister Nanaka saw these things, he wouldn't be able to wash away the shame even if he jumped into the ocean...
"Iori~"
"Eeek—!"
Visible terror appeared on his face. He didn't expect Sister Nanaka to show up at this very moment.
Iori didn't bother to continue dealing with Miyazawa Yu. He quickly shot out of the room, and then with a bang, he firmly stood in front of the door, using his body to build the final line of defense for his dignity.
"Whoa... he's so strong. I thought I was going to be folded into a Kohei!!"
He straightened his collar. Miyazawa Yu was still shaken and had privately turned Kohei into a unit of measurement.
Even though Iori was in a normal state and wearing clothes, being able to lift him up by the collar was not the strength a normal person should have!
Could it be that Iori, like him, also had a system or some kind of super-rule product? How could he repeatedly break the constraints of natural rules!
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Miyazawa Yu turned around, wanting to at least turn off the TV, so that it wouldn't make any sounds that were unhealthy for young people.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, a resistance immediately wrapped around him, trapping him in place.
"Oh! Kohei, you're not dead yet? Are you interested in the plot that's about to unfold?"
"Who would like this kind of thing, you bastard Yu! This is revenge for Iori! He tricked me and my feelings over and over again..."
Feeling that most of his bones were broken, Kohei Imamura laughed maniacally in a strange, face-down position, "Let's go down together, Iori! Heh heh heh!"
Such a familiar line! How many elders from the Hall of Souls does it take to create such a desperate laugh!
He was filled with awe! Prompted by Kohei, Miyazawa Yu immediately remembered the pain of his big sister being torn up.
Although he really wanted to quickly get the room done for Iori and go to the mixer, but...
The darkness in his heart was awakened. Miyazawa Yu's expression gradually became more mischievous—Iori had been so difficult with him, so it shouldn't be too much for him to retaliate a little, right?
"Iori, I want to come in and help you clean up the room."
"Ah... well, there's no need for that right now..."
"It's fine~ Didn't I just say that I don't mind what happened just now."
Nanaka Kotegawa tilted her head gently, secretly smiling. Iori was such a shy child. As a guardian, of course, she would be tolerant of her child's little hobbies!
As long as it's in moderation, isn't it normal for a boy to have some unrealistic fantasies...
[Even if you're a man, I don't mind!]
A male voice with a bit of an overbearing CEO vibe suddenly came from the room, interrupting her thoughts.
"Huh?"
She stood there, frozen. Nanaka Kotegawa's CPU was running at high speed. What did "even if you're a man, I don't mind" mean?
It sounded weird no matter how she listened to it.
"No, this is just..."
The sound from the video was amplified! It must have been those two guys!
A mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat. Iori Kitahara knew what was happening in the room. He had to convince Sister Nanaka to leave right away!
[Really? Actually... I like you too!]
Although he was thinking this, before he could take any action, another exceptionally weak male voice broke through the door. The plot on the TV was gradually getting out of control!
Then, a series of continuous "mmms," "babies," and faint sobs came out, one after another. Even an idiot could imagine the scene in their mind!
"Ah... ahahaha, Iori, you have a point. Sorry... I won't go in for now."
"I... I'll go make another call to confirm!"
Her heart was pounding. Nanaka Kotegawa listened to the unbearable sounds. Her whole body went limp, and she kept exhaling hot puffs of air.
She mechanically turned around. Her stiffness was even worse this time. She couldn't even bend her limbs. She could only run away quickly with her arms and legs straight.
"..."
He didn't even try to stop her. The greatest sorrow was a dead heart. Iori Kitahara couldn't even find an excuse to make her stay.
He silently opened the door and went into the room. The four scoundrels who had set him up were each in a corner, in a state of self-imposed isolation. They had obviously also had their worldview refreshed by the BL disc.
"You guys!!! I will definitely make the most perfect room and go to the mixer! Orahahaha!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Calm down, Iori. This time, we'll definitely do it your way! No messing around!"
Looking at Iori's eyes, from which two lines of bloody tears were flowing, as he turned into a Super Saiyan, Miyazawa Yu honestly promised him with a head full of bumps.
After all, he really couldn't mess up anymore, or Iori might just spontaneously combust.
The one-third share of the Pab club's freshman drinking quota was now a half. This was no joke!
"Anyway! I have no turning back now! As long as Sister Nanaka likes it, I'll do whatever it takes!"
With a wave of his hand, Iori Kitahara, based on the fundamental principle of being people-oriented, came up with a proposal for a room decoration style specifically tailored for Sister Nanaka.
"A room that Nanaka likes, huh..."
"If it were that easy to make, we wouldn't have to work so hard."
A style specifically for Sister Nanaka, that was a truly interesting problem.
For a normal girl, making the room pink, adding some lace and soft plush toys would be enough.
But Sister Nanaka, who had been hanging out with the Pab club for years, was by no means a normal girl!
Miyazawa Yu sat cross-legged, frowning and racking his brain, but he couldn't find a suitable answer.
"Heh, listen up. Sister Nanaka has always doted on her sister Chisa!"
"I... in that case..."
"Don't tell me you're thinking of!"
A flash of inspiration struck his mind. Miyazawa Yu looked at the deep expression on Iori's face in disbelief. Was he thinking of using that method?
"That's right!"
As if to respond to Miyazawa Yu's thoughts, Iori Kitahara pushed up his nonexistent glasses and said loudly, "In other words, the room that Sister Nanaka likes is a room with Chisa in it!"
"Gulp. Hey, Iori, do you really want to do that?"
"Yu! I told you, there's no turning back!"
"Is that so... I understand!"
He clenched his fists. He didn't expect Iori to be so desperate just for a mixer. Was this his resolve?
In that case...
A look of approval appeared on his face. Miyazawa Yu slightly raised his head. He had to help him out!
"Senpais... what are those two getting so fired up about?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's a generation gap."
"That's right!"
The atmosphere was inexplicably fired up. Although they didn't know the reason, Ryujiro Kotobuki and Shinjin Tokita rubbed the back of their heads, exchanged smiles, and stood up together.
As an apology, if Iori wanted their help, they would not be stingy with their strength!
"Everyone! Let's work together!"
"Oh!"