The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

"Qian Sha..."

"Drink it! And we'll call it even!"

Their eyes met, and Kitahara Iori swallowed hard as he looked into Chisa's cold eyes.

"I drank it, you mean liquor..."

"That's right!"

"But didn't you already say you weren't angry about the beauty pageant?"

Do I need to answer you?

With a sharp look in her eyes, Kotegawa Chisa patted the plastic bucket again to reassure her, "It's okay, Yu drank this much at once before, the two of you shouldn't die~"

"What? I want one too? But all the bouncy balls are Iori's..."

"what?"

“I drink…”

The cold gaze pierced him, and Imamura Kohei immediately lost all strength and ability, obediently kneeling down.

"Is...is this all I'm going to drink? Please, have mercy on me..."

Five minutes later, Iori collapsed to the ground, clutching the shochu that was already spraying from her nostrils, her calves twitching uncontrollably.

"He actually drank a liter and a half in one go!"

"Have some backbone!"

"As expected of Iori!"

In the Pab club, drinking capacity is often directly proportional to the level of respect one receives; however, the unanimous praise from the crowd did not win over Chisa Kotegawa.

She took out a ruler and measured the wine bottle. Her face was expressionless as she clapped her hands, repeatedly saying in a devoid of emotion, "Just a little bit left, just a little bit left—"

"Chisa!"

"This is no small amount! If Iori drinks any more, she'll pass out!"

At the same time, a shocking condemnation erupted. Kitahara Iori felt that if he continued to be forced to drink so much, he would be doomed. Seeing that Chisa was unmoved, he ran straight out the door.

"Kouhei! If Iori runs away, everything else is yours."

"Nani!"

He sat down cross-legged, not even turning around to look at Iori who was running away.

Having long understood the nature of the three young scoundrels' mutual interference, Kotegawa Chisa casually uttered a single sentence that instantly caused Kohei, who was clinging to the sake barrel to help Iori escape, to launch a counterattack.

After tripping Iori with his leg, he took the opportunity to straddle her, picked up the sake barrel, and poured another liter of sake down the poor victim's throat before stopping.

"Gulp gulp gulp—Chisa, I've finished it all..."

Another long five minutes passed. His belly was swollen to the size of a pregnant woman's. Kohei Imamura looked like he was about to give birth and was constipated. He collapsed to the ground, clutching the empty bucket, unable to get up again.

"Hiss... How ugly."

Miyazawa Yu glanced cautiously at Kohei and Iori, who were both badly injured, and felt incredibly grateful that she had joined her seniors' revelry.

Having been in the Pab department for so long, have these two guys still not realized that people who are drinking are in an unselectable state?

Do you really think he's been tricked into stupidity?

Chapter 56 Encountering a Corpse-Makeup Beast at the Corner

"I'm back—um, Iori, Kohei, what's wrong with you two? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold sleeping here?"

"Do you think we're thinking this?! Waaah—I'm going to die..."

Having just returned from outside, Hamaoka Azusa hadn't even had a chance to complain about being harassed when she looked down and saw two "pregnant women" lying face up in front of the door.

Curiosity piqued, she reached out and poked Iori, who was breathing heavily and looked like she was about to die, before turning her attention to Chisa Kotegawa with great interest.

"Chisa, did you use the [method of persuading someone to drink that will definitely crush them] you asked me for?"

"It's a pity they killed each other; they were useless..."

"What?! You actually have other tricks up your sleeve?! Senior Azusa, how could you aid and abet such evil?!"

Like a salted fish that hasn't been dried properly jumping around a couple of times, Kohei Imamura began to condemn with a look of horror.

Fortunately, he chose to sell Iori immediately, otherwise he might have really been in big trouble. The remaining two liters of shochu would probably have been enough to make him roll his eyes.

"After all, you guys are too stupid. It's obvious whose side you're on. Here's some oolong tea."

After handing Kohei a cup of proper oolong tea to rinse his mouth, Miyazawa Yu turned to Hamaoka Azusa and asked, "Azusa-senpai, are you in trouble? Why are you even later than us?"

"Well, sort of. I've been bothered by some annoying guy."

Speaking of this, Hamaoka Azusa felt a wave of exhaustion.

For some reason, it seems that the dark-skinned president of TinkerBell has his eye on her. She was cornered by him against the wall as soon as she left the beauty pageant.

If she hadn't been quick-witted enough to see the poster of male phalluses on the wall and cleverly tricked the other person into signing up, she probably wouldn't be back now!

"Ah—so that guy still wants us minotaurs! That's unforgivable!"

"Hey! Wake up, Iori, it's time for a job!"

"Hmm? Who are you going to bury in the ground?"

"You can't bury him! You can't bury him! Honestly, can't you guys even use words to argue?"

Seeing that Miyazawa Yu's face remained expressionless, but he was actually so angry that he had crushed the glass, Hamaoka Azusa quickly stepped on the head of the energetic Iori, making the latter kiss the ground again.

Although she also wanted to teach TinkerBell's dark skin a lesson, Yu and Iori's habitual thinking of burying people at the drop of a hat had to be corrected!

The three musketeers often hurt each other in the Pab department, but to outsiders, it's an unbearable pain!

She didn't want her cute junior to have to pass drinks to them through the visiting room window in the future just because he stood up for her.

"Ah... a literary contest, or an artistic contest? (5Q) What is the ultimate goal?"

Sitting back down, tossing the automatically retrieved shovel aside, Miyazawa Yu wanted to say that it was a waste not to bury people with his large muscles, but since it was her senior's request...

"Iori, I'll go throw those black leather indoor shoes up the hill behind the house."

"Since that's the case, I'll reluctantly go outside and run naked under his name..."

"That's despicable..."

Unable to look directly at Iori and Yu, Kotegawa Chisa blushed and moved a few meters to the side to avoid getting involved with these two shameful people.

However, Hamaoka Azusa's eyes lit up at this moment, and she gave a thumbs up in approval, saying, "That's it! You can't hurt other people's bodies, but you can punish them mentally. That's the spirit that the Pab Club should have!"

"So, are you going to cheer him on, Azi?"

Ryujiro Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita walked over and leaned down, and Azusa Hamaoka naturally sat on their shoulders, bluntly saying, "How could that be? Those annoying guys should be dealt with by Yu!"

"It's too much..."

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Kohei Imamura had a completely new understanding of Azusa-senpai. He could only say that she was truly a real person; her personality was far inferior to that of a two-dimensional character!

"But it's okay, we made it to the market anyway."

"yes--"

"Huh? Sets? What sets?"

Kitahara Iori looked around, puzzled. Everyone from the Pab club had arrived!

"Iori, have you lost your memory? It seems it's time to remind you of the painful memories from this morning."

With a soft sigh, Miyazawa Yu raised her hand and pointed towards the door.

Seeing this, Kitahara Iori turned his head uneasily, and then saw the other burly men from the gang he had drunk with that morning push open the door and walk in.

"ah--!?"

"Oh, Iori, don't make that happy sound when you see us!"

"We'll go easy on them before the phallus competition starts!"

Shirts bearing the names of the rugby club and the karate club flew high into the air. Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei couldn't accept the cruel reality that the team of burly O-men had gained two more powerful members!

"It's absolutely a scam!!!"

"The phrase 'releasing water' has absolutely no credibility!"

The two liters of shochu they had already drunk hadn't been fully digested yet. If they could, they wouldn't need to add water! They wouldn't want to drink a single drop!

However, at the joint drinking party organized by the Pab department, not drinking is no different from committing a crime!

"Hahaha! Don't worry about these details!"

"Don't worry about it!"

"Senior Azusa, you shouldn't try to please me! Yay!"

As the burly man quickly prepared his oolong tea and walked towards her, Kitahara Iori let out the distinctive scream of a young girl cornered in an alley by a delinquent, the effect of which was to double the enemy's excitement level...

"Ugh—it's even worse than usual, I can't take it anymore..."

"Why was Yu the only one not forced to drink?! That's not fair!"

Half an hour later, under the pretext of sobering up their penises, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei finally escaped the terrifying party.

They now harbor a great deal of resentment towards You, who looks completely relaxed. His physique blends perfectly among the senior students, so he goes unnoticed and isn't forced to drink.

"Tun tun tun—Actually, if you just resist less and act more obediently, everything will be fine..."

Miyazawa Yu was speechless. You know, forcing someone to drink alcohol is like rape; the more you resist, the more excited the person forcing you to drink becomes.

So as long as you adopt a submissive and go-with-the-flow attitude, the senior students will naturally find it boring and thus refrain from interfering.

On the contrary, the type of person like Iori, who always has a strong desire to resist, is so irresistible that even they can't help but tease her a little. How could the seniors possibly resist her?

"Is that so! You're too cunning, Yu! You had such a good method but didn't tell us!"

"That's right! By the way, what are you doing out here? With your drinking capacity, you should be able to finish the whole game, right?"

"This..."

Recalling the shirt that Hamaoka Azusa had lost after getting drunk, Miyazawa Yu's face instantly turned ugly, and he fell into a drunken state.

"Anyway, for various reasons, the guy whose life was saved by [male organ] should wake up quickly!"

"Tch, those bastards who participated in [Hardcore] have no right to say that!"

After buying a bottle of purified water from the vending machine to rinse her mouth, Kitahara Iori spat the water into the flower bed and suddenly caught a glimpse of someone in the next building's hallway!

"That is……"

"Ah? Ah!"

When Kohei Imamura noticed that Iori was looking in a certain direction, he assumed he had seen a beautiful woman and immediately came over to watch.

However, when the familiar twin tails came into view, he immediately recognized the girl who was drunk and passed out as Yoshihara Aina, whom he had met once at noon!

"Huh? You guys..."

Startled by Kohei's startled voice, Yoshihara Mana slowly raised her head, two lines of drool from the corner of her mouth flowing into her collar as she moved.

"What...what's going on now?"

"I don't know, maybe they're planning to invite you for drinks? Go show some manliness, Kohei~"

"No!"

Looking at Yoshihara Aina, who was staggering towards him, Miyazawa Yu patted Kohei on the shoulder to show his deep condolences.

Hey—you—

"A monster!? Wait a minute!!"

Cornered, Kohei Imamura cursed the two bastards for their lack of loyalty while frantically waving his hand, trying to reason with them.

"what?"

"That's why, why me! Why you should drink with your tennis team?!"

"Huh? What did you say? Why would I confess my feelings to you?"

Disoriented, Yoshihara Aina swayed as she moved closer, spilling alcohol all over herself because she couldn't control her hand. She now reeked of strong alcohol.

"Although this isn't Kohei's problem, we're interested! Please elaborate!"