"Eh? All three of you against me? How sneaky!"
Not so easily fooled, Azusa Hamaoka immediately protested when Iori and Kohei joined the fray.
After all, strip rock-paper-scissors was a game of probability. Her chances of winning were far too low in a three-on-one fight!
"Not so!"
With his hands deep in his pockets, Iori Kitahara tilted his head slightly, his eyes saying, "You just don't get it!"
"This is a relay match, not a three-on-one!"
"Hiss... Is there a difference between the two?"
Realizing Iori's shamelessness was on a whole new level, Tokita Shinji gasped in disbelief, sitting there, puzzled.
"Of course! A three-on-one is an unfair group beating and should be despised!"
"But a relay match is just because we share a common goal! So it's a spontaneous act of individuals! It should be considered a type of one-on-one!"
"Ugh, what a great misinterpretation..."
A cold sweat broke out on Miyazawa Yu's forehead. He secretly sighed, knowing his own level of shamelessness was nowhere near Iori's. Quietly, he took out his phone and hid it on the table.
That's right! This isn't just revenge! It's also his chance to turn the tables and get some leverage on Azusa-senpai!
Although it was underhanded, it was necessary to have something on her to not be at a disadvantage in the fight for Nanaka-senpai!
"Hmm... it looks like they're serious. What do you want to do, Azusa, still want to play?"
Annoyed, Tokita Shinji scratched the back of his head and turned to look at Azusa Hamaoka, seeing the fierce determination on Yu and the others' faces.
"Of course!"
Without hesitation, Azusa Hamaoka gave him a thumbs-up. With an amused smile, she walked up to Miyazawa Yu and teased, "So? Which one of you is going first?"
"I'll go first!"
Shielding Miyazawa Yu behind him, Iori Kitahara stepped forward without a moment of hesitation, his eyes firm as he took on the first challenge!
"Wait, Iori, we agreed you should have a match with me first, right?"
"Ah! That's right..."
Blocked by the upperclassman, Iori remembered his prior engagement. He could only shake his head, leaving everyone with a cool, nonchalant back.
"Alright! I'll finish this quickly! And then have a showdown with Azusa-senpai!"
"This guy's reactions are so funny! Just like Yu!"
"You'll find they each have their own unique charms once you get to know them. You'll never get tired of watching them!"
"Honestly, for a second, I couldn't tell if senpai was insulting me."
Sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, Miyazawa Yu really wanted to ignore Iori and just strip Azusa Hamaoka naked himself.
But to avoid causing more trouble, he had to temporarily suppress his urge to punish this wicked woman, Azusa-senpai.
...
"Sorry for the wait, everyone! Let's begin!"
Ten minutes later—a completely nude, male version of Iori appeared, striking a philosophical pose!
His arrogant expression and bare belly were a stark contrast, making Miyazawa Yu's vision go black.
"Hey, Iori! You have nothing left to lose, do you?"
"Don't worry, Yu. I only have one chance, but I'll use it to turn the tide!"
Iori Kitahara placed one hand on his face. Following his fingertips, Miyazawa Yu barely managed to spot a single hair clip in his bangs. This, he assumed, was his so-called last chance.
But even after taking off his underwear, he won't take off the hair clip? Is this some new form of performance art?
"Alright! Let's play rock-paper-scissors!"
"Yes! This is a trial! Yu, Kohei, both of you step back!"
"Whatever makes you happy..."
Miyazawa Yu and Kohei silently stood to the side, witnessing Iori's utter defeat.
Not only was he instantly defeated by Azusa Hamaoka, losing his last hair clip, but he was also forced to drink a liter of the water of life. He then sprayed alcohol from his mouth and nose as he fell backward, sleeping peacefully.
"Well, well~ How pathetic. But what a strong opponent. Iori's loss wasn't in vain."
Seeing Iori's miserable state, spraying alcohol from his mouth and nose, Kōhei Imamura was a little flustered. But rock-paper-scissors was a game of luck. No one could win forever!
This meant that as long as there were enough people, Azusa Hamaoka's only fate was to be left in nothing but a few band-aids!
Now was not the time to back down!
"Heh~ I'm next! Yu, you have to succeed!"
"Kohei... I understand! I'll carry your will with me!"
Their eyes met. Miyazawa Yu saw an unwavering resolve in Kohei's eyes. It was clear he was ready to sacrifice himself. What a noble golden spirit!
They slapped hands and bumped shoulders. Kōhei Imamura walked past him with a carefree smile, his flowing long hair casting a fine, shimmering light.
"Just you wait! I..."
"Ugh, I can't drink anymore..."
It was over in an instant. Miyazawa Yu's relieved expression didn't even have time to change. Kōhei Imamura had already devolved into a baboon, unable to even crawl, clutching a bottle of alcohol.
But even so, Azusa Hamaoka, with a terrifying smile, squatted down and patted his blonde hair, comforting him, "No, you have to finish it."
"Glug, glug, glug... Pwah!"
Foaming at the mouth and lying beside Iori, three minutes later, Kōhei Imamura's record was zero! Azusa Hamaoka was still fully dressed, not even a single sock removed!
"Tch, I knew these two were unreliable..."
Miyazawa Yu's eyes turned to garbage, wondering what the point of these two lowlifes was!
Thankfully, he hadn't expected any help from the beginning. Revenge, after all, had to be a personal effort!
"Hoho~ Your teammates have already fallen. You don't choose to flee. Instead, you're coming closer?"
Looking at the approaching Miyazawa Yu, Azusa Hamaoka's eyebrow twitched, and her smile grew wider. She was clearly confident of her victory.
"The fall of mere insects won't scare me away, Azusa-senpai!"
With every step he took, the Araki-style markings on Miyazawa Yu's body deepened.
He adjusted an imaginary hat and finally stopped three steps away from Azusa Hamaoka, pointing a single finger at her.
"Besides, if I don't get closer, I can't fully enjoy the sight of you losing and getting flustered!"
"Is that so? Then there's no problem with getting even closer!"
Flipping her short purple hair, Azusa Hamaoka, like a queen, stepped over the two incapacitated underclassmen, flexing her shoulders as she approached.
A murderous aura instantly spread through the entire space. The Pab club's naked senior men, who were drinking and playing finger-guessing games, seemed to receive a summoning and spontaneously formed a three-layered circle around the fated duel.
"WAAAAA!!!! OutSafe Rock, Paper, Scissors!!!"
The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably heated!
Amidst the naked men spewing a black and crimson hellish aura, Miyazawa Yu felt completely at home. His eyes were calm as he made his final move in the fateful game of rock-paper-scissors.
The next second, a surge of air from the center of the crowd blew away the hair of the naked men.
When the dust settled, everyone's eyes returned to the battlefield—a rock against a pair of scissors! An instant, perfect victory!
"Woooah! Yu won!"
"He's got some moves! He actually defeated Azusa!"
"What a thrilling game of rock-paper-scissors! I'm getting excited!"
The cheering crowd swarmed over and lifted the ultimate winner, Miyazawa Yu, high into the air as if he were a king on his throne.
Miyazawa Yu, not one to be shy, stood on Kotobuki-senpai's shoulders and waved his arms, his smile turning manic. Without any hesitation, he accepted all the praise.
"Are they idiots? It was just a normal game of rock-paper-scissors. Why are they so happy?"
On the other side, Chisa, who hadn't gotten deep enough into the Pab culture, held her head in pain. To her, there were no bizarre special effects in that game.
All she saw was everyone going crazy after a simple game of rock-paper-scissors.
Not only was Yu being celebrated as if he had won a great battle, but even the loser, Azusa-senpai, knelt on the ground in a feigned position of defeat, as if she had suffered an unbearable blow.
"Now now~ Chisa, don't say that. Isn't it great that everyone is having fun together?"
Looking with a smile at Miyazawa Yu, who was continuously declaring his victory to the crowd, Kotegawa Nanaka comforted her, "Thinking too much only brings trouble. It's just like diving; Yu and the others are genuinely enjoying the club!"
"Is that so?"
Chisa half-believed her, taking a sip of beer. She glanced at Iori, who was lying motionless and had been kicked to the side. She couldn't find a single hint of enjoyment on his face.