The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

The two engaged in a series of underhanded tactics, poking each other's noses and shoving each other's mouths, until Juryujiro sighed in exasperation and slapped his forehead, then personally separated the two.

"Stop hitting! Since you're here, help out with something. These flyers are yours!"

"Huh? Senior Shou, are you kidding me? There are tons of campus police outside trying to catch me! How am I supposed to hand out flyers in this situation?!"

The Viet Cong peeked out, and Kitahara Iori watched as another group of campus police officers walked past the stall, shaking his head so hard it left an afterimage.

Just kidding! With this level of search intensity, he'd probably be arrested and sent on a day trip to the Metropolitan Police Department for the slightest disturbance!

"That means I almost got arrested along with her just now. In the end, it was all Iori's fault! If you hadn't forced Chisa to take off her clothes, none of this would have happened!"

"Hey! Don't talk like I committed a crime. I just wanted a jacket!"

Turning away in annoyance to correct Miyazawa Yu's grammatical error, Kitahara Iori suddenly realized his mistake and shouted, "Wait a minute! How do you know about that conversation? Did you call the campus police?"

"...So, Senior Shou, could you please lend me some clothes to wear?"

"Don't change the subject! You really did hire the campus police! You bastard!"

Miyazawa Yu's eyes darted away, and his evasive and evasive manner was clearly a sign of his guilty conscience.

Upon discovering the truth, Kitahara Iori flew into a rage and pounced on the bastard, determined to teach him a lesson!

"Alright! Didn't I tell you not to fight here? Save your energy for the victory celebration! But the clothes..."

Looking at his two junior classmates who were also eager for some clothing to cover their bodies, Juryujiro was at a loss for what to do, since all he could lend them was his coat.

To avoid appearing biased, he stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then held up one finger and said, "Here's the deal! Whoever can bring in a new member first gets the only jacket! How about that?"

[A request from a senior student has been detected, and a task has been automatically assigned.]

[Task: As a popular junior, it's your duty to help your seniors. Please help recruit new members for the club that's completely struggling to find members!]

[Reward: Something the host might need most!]

"Bringing in new users? No problem! Deal!"

"A quest has been triggered... I'll accept this challenge!"

In unison! After clarifying their goal, both O-type men's eyes blazed with fury.

However, instead of immediately arresting the person, Miyazawa Yu's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to use the traditional virtues of the Pab Club to launch a personal attack on Kitahara Iori.

"Hey! Iori, you're already on the record anyway, so what's the point of putting on clothes now? You might as well leave them for someone who needs them more!"

"What did you say! You bastard! This is all because of you! And didn't you already have... wait, isn't this Chisa's coat? How did it end up here!"

"Really? Why is that, Yu-kun~"

"!"

A chill ran down her spine, and Miyazawa Yu shivered as she turned around in alarm, only to find Nana Hana-nee behind her, her head tilted to the side with a gentle smile.

"Well... for various reasons, it should be considered... charity given out of pity?"

"Really? Then why didn't Chisa give me her coat?"

Deeply suspicious, Kitahara Iori's eyes suddenly sharpened as she pointed at Miyazawa Yu and said seriously, "Could it be that Yu has something on Chisa, forcing her to back down?"

"What are you thinking! How could such a thing happen? I've only known Chisa for less than two hours!"

"makes sense……"

Hearing what Miyazawa Yu said, Kotegawa Nanaka nodded in deep agreement, and most of her doubts instantly disappeared.

"Well, in that case, could you give me Chisa's coat, Yu?"

"Of course! I was originally planning to return it to Nanaka-nee."

Without the slightest hesitation, Miyazawa Yu handed the clothes, which were like a hot potato, back to Kotegawa Nanaka.

Watching the latter gracefully fold the clothes and carry them away, most of the chill around me instantly dissipated.

"Hiss... I felt like someone was trying to stab me just now, but I have no proof."

"Your senses are very sharp! You should be careful next time, Yu!"

"Huh? Does Senior Shou know anything inside information?"

"That's right..."

Since his two junior classmates would be spending four years in the Pab club, Kotobuki Ryujiro felt it was better for them to know some things sooner rather than later.

He beckoned to the clueless newcomers, silently pulled back the curtain of the sunshade, and whispered a reminder: "Although Nana-ka thinks she has fooled everyone, in reality only the person involved hasn't noticed."

"???"

Peeking inside with his head hunched, Miyazawa Yu was shocked to see Nanaka, who had been so elegant just moments before, looking around.

Seeing that no one was around, she immediately buried her head in her coat, which still carried the scent of Chisa, and took deep breaths, occasionally making strange "hey~" noises.

"This person is actually a hardcore siscon!"

"What exactly happened in these ten years?!"

"Sister complex?"

The pupils dilated in shock; Miyazawa Yu felt as if a string of reason in her head snapped!

If Nanaka-neechan is a siscon (sister complex)... then that's really...

Great! This just proves that Nana-chan has never had a boyfriend, greatly increasing my chances of taking advantage of her!

"That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"

"Huh? Yu, what are you saying? Don't you like Nanaka-neechan? Oh no, Kotobuki-senpai! Yu has lost his mind!"

"How pitiful. It looks like we'll have to find new members."

Looking regretfully at the even more excited Miyazawa Yu, Kotobuki Ryujiro and Iori shared the same thought: Yu's brain had been overstimulated.

In response, Miyazawa Yu wiped away his drool and said dismissively, "Foolish question! Nanaka-nee's liking for her younger sister and liking me are not contradictory! No, no, no! Rather, if Nanaka-nee agrees, I might actually be a sister-complex like her!"

"...He's a pervert."

"Yeah! He's a pervert!"

At the same time, he made outrageous remarks, but people's XP should be free.

Instead of trying to correct the newcomer's increasingly distorted views on love, Ryujiro got down to business: "Alright! Remember to keep it a secret! By the way, do you have anyone you'd like to invite?"

"Yes, leave it to me."

"I'm fine with it too. Rather, that person is just too perfect for the Pab department."

Putting aside Nana-chan's amazing fetish for the moment, Miyazawa Yu stretched her ankles, ready to set off at any time.

"In that case! Go! Bring the new members back!"

"Oh!"

Running away, Miyazawa Yu quickly weaved through the crowd.

His eyes lingered on each passerby for no more than a millisecond, only pausing briefly when he encountered the blond-haired man.

That's right! In a society where recruiting anyone into a club is like pushing them into hell, Kohei Imamura, that abstract blond guy, is practically a born hellish saint!

"Where? Where? Come on, Kohei! The Pab Club needs someone like you!"

Saying lines that sounded ominous, Miyazawa Yu quickly searched through all the places that resembled the Service Club, such as the Tea Ceremony Club and the Home Return Club.

Unfortunately, his luck seemed to be not very good. Although these clubs all said they had seen strange anime-style blond-haired people, they all added the prefix "before".

"They keep saying things like, 'Wake up!' and 'Where would a high school girl come from in a university?' They're just spouting nonsense!"

So, would you like to come with me to the new world?

"I wish..."

When Miyazawa Yu finally found Kohei, his engagement ceremony with Iori was already halfway through.

Seeing them holding hands so affectionately, it's very likely they'll be booking a room and going to bed together any second now.

Miyazawa Yu's eyes sharpened—how could he allow his prey to be stolen by someone else!

"Wait a moment--!"

With a drawn-out sprint, he leaped forward and kicked Kitahara Iori away without hesitation. Then, kneeling on one knee, he grabbed Kohei's hands and forcefully demanded, "No! You don't want to!"

Chapter 13 You are plotting against me

"Yu! You bastard! Kohei is mine! Are you trying to turn into a minotaur?!"

"Beauty is only meant for the strong! Blame it on your own lack of strength!"

"What nonsense are you spouting! Let go!"

Street brawls have been a popular form of performance art throughout history, but the idea of ​​two male O-types fighting over another man in college is still too bizarre, at least that's what Kohei Imamura thinks.

"Stop! Stop fighting!"

"But Yu..."

"Don't listen to his Kohei-kun. Iori is a deadbeat with a beautiful childhood sweetheart cousin. How could he possibly understand our suffering of virginity!"

By pressing Iori's head to the ground and rubbing it against the ground, Miyazawa Yu exposed Iori's true colors without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Kohei Imamura froze, his eyes and lips trembling as if he had been utterly deceived.

"Is... this real? Iori!"

"Don't get agitated, Kohei. Although Chisa is indeed my childhood friend, we really don't have anything more than friendship!"

"Hey, did that girl ever call you brother?"

He lowered his head and clenched his fists, his bangs covering his eyes so that Iori couldn't see his expression.

"I called you that! But that was when I was a child..."

"Enough! Stop talking! A jerk who gets called 'Onii-chan' by a pretty girl doesn't deserve my friendship!"

He knelt down with a thud, his envy exploding to the point of explosion. Imamura Kohei broke down in tears on the spot.

I never imagined that even a pervert like Kitahara Iori would have a cute cousin who calls him "Onii-chan." Is it really that hard for the world to have one more happy anime character with a sister like him?

"Kenping! Don't be discouraged! If we're not destined to have such a precious treasure as Yimoduo, we can only try our best to obtain it!"

"...Really? Someone like me, would any cute high school girl really call me Onii-chan?!"

Like a parched land receiving timely rain, Kohei Imamura slightly raised his head to look at Yu Miyazawa. Iori's deception made him a little less confident, and his tone became weaker.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Kohei! You're a handsome man! Someone like you is born to build a harem!"

"Uh—yes! That's right! How can I collapse here!"

"Come on, let's go to a beautiful new life where everyone can build a harem!"

Seeing that Kohei Imamura was already interested, Yu Miyazawa immediately extended a hand of friendship to him.

Although there was a sense of déjà vu, Kohei Imamura still reached out his hand without hesitation amidst Iori's wails. After all, what could be wrong with an anime fan who likes to build a harem?

"Welcome!"

"Once you're here, you're not leaving!"

"Yu! You scoundrel, you tricked me!!!"

Three minutes later, in front of the Pab booth, Kohei Imamura, covered in sweat, roared in despair.

In contrast, Miyazawa Yu felt much more at ease after putting on Kotobuki's coat, as if there were fewer stares coming from around her.

"Clothing is truly one of the wonders of human ingenuity!"

"Seriously, I told you not to trust that guy Yu, Kohei, you brought this all on yourself."

"Nonsense! Iori, you're definitely trying to trick me into coming here too!"

"...This point is not denied."

"Damn it! A bunch of beasts!!!"

With his thin arms and legs, Kohei Imamura was completely powerless to resist and was forced by his seniors to sign and put his fingerprints on documents. His admission procedures were completed in no time.

Looking at the increasingly thick application forms for new members this year, Ryujiro Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita simultaneously revealed terrifying smiles and cheered, "Yosh! Let's have a welcome party!"

"Ouch!"

"Huh? Wait a minute! Wasn't the welcome party held last night? Why are we having another one today?"