Kamishiro: {{(°△°; "}}!
"What are you doing?! That's your own problem, okay? I didn't stop you from finding anyone!"
The trio: "..."
They knew this scumbag was telling the truth, but it was still incredibly infuriating!
Why is he the only one with a big sister?!
Iori refused to accept this.
With a serious expression, he patted Kamishiro on the shoulder and said,
"Kamishiro, haven't you always wanted to go on a solo date with Shiori? I agree—let's swap companions!"
(???)
Good grief—that's criminal. Way too criminal.
This scumbag was already selling his sister just to get a normal date?!
"When you said that, did you consider Uncle Kitahara?"
"It's fine! With my approval my old man doesn't care!"
"..."
Kamishiro's mouth twitched. Was that really the point?!
The point was that your legs would get broken, okay?!
For the sake of his childhood friend's legs, Kamishiro firmly rejected the proposal.
Seriously—if he wanted to invite Shiori out to play, did he really need Iori's permission?
He'd gone out with Shiori so many times he couldn't even count them on both hands!
"And under my bed there's—"
Bang!
Just as Iori was about to add more bargaining chips, Nojima shoved him aside.
"Kamishiro, swap with me! My girlfriend is top-tier—I've personally tested her already!"
Kamishiro: ∑(??д??lll)
Looking at those hollow eyes suddenly shoved in front of his face, Kamishiro didn't even think—he slapped him away.
Smack!
The force was so strong that Nojima's girlfriend's head flew right off…
!!!
"My beloved head!"
Seeing this, Nojima immediately hoisted his girlfriend and went to retrieve her head. It was clear he really cared about her and couldn't bear to see her suffer the agony of decapitation.
Though it would've been better if he hadn't been shouting—
"Kamishiro, you've already touched my girlfriend, which means you agreed! Once I find her head, we're swapping!"
A little devoted… but not quite?
"Who the hell wants to swap with you!!!"
Kamishiro roared after Nojima as he left. Just thinking about how his hand had touched Nojima's girlfriend's plastic face sent a chill down his spine.
He immediately pulled out a bottle of "Water of Life" from behind him and started washing and disinfecting his hands.
With Nojima being that perverted, who knew what he'd done to his girlfriend?!
Maybe… AAAAAAAH!!!
Disinfect!
Disinfect thoroughly!
Nearby, Yamamoto opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something too.
But this time, Kamishiro had learned his lesson.
He instantly took out his phone and turned on video recording mode!
If Yamamoto dared to open his mouth today, this video would be appearing on the Yamamoto family's dinner table tomorrow.
And then… whether Yamamoto would still exist as a person was anyone's guess~
(;＿;)
Seeing the glaring camera flash, Yamamoto's mouth twitched. He quietly looked away.
Seriously—was it necessary to record over such a small thing? He was such a filial son—how could he possibly say anything that rebellious?!
He just wanted to ask whether they should catch up with them now…
Yeah!
That's right!
After successfully brainwashing himself, Yamamoto regained his confidence. But just as he was about to speak—
He realized that bastard had already snuck away on his own!
Kamishiro: òó
Run, run! If he got caught by this bunch, he'd never get his solo date!
"Stop right there, you bastard!!"
Hearing the roar behind him, Kamishiro sped up even more, glancing back from time to time to see if those three idiots were catching up.
But because he was paying too much attention to what was behind him, Kamishiro completely failed to notice that someone had suddenly appeared in front of him!
Bang!
It felt like he'd slammed into a concrete wall.
Who the hell put a concrete wall here with no morality?!
Looking closer—no, that was a chest.
A chest that felt… oddly familiar.
"Kamishiro? Why are you in such a hurry—what are you rushing off to do?"
Not only was the chest familiar, the voice was too.
He looked up.
The big oaf Fujiwara was standing right there!
(???)
For a moment, Kamishiro forgot to stand up, just sitting on the ground and silently staring at the big guy.
That brief pause was all Iori and the others needed—they rushed over and pinned Kamishiro to the ground.
After everything was under control, Iori and the others finally noticed the big guy standing nearby.
"Thanks, Fujiwara. So… why are you here?"
Strangely enough, it seemed they hadn't included Fujiwara in their plans at all…
It wasn't that they didn't want to hang out with him—after all, Fujiwara was their good brother.
It was just that, for some reason, this good brother was incredibly easy to forget. Every time, they only remembered him after everything was over.
What a terrifying ability.
Fujiwara: (▼皿▼＃)
Looking at the astonished expressions on those idiots' faces, fury burned in Fujiwara's heart. He knew it—those bastards had forgotten about him again!
Fujiwara: "Do you guys even have me in your eyes at all?!"
Iori: "No."
Yamamoto: "Of course not. Fujiwara, how could you ask such a stupid question?"
Nojima: "You're not a cute girl, so why would you think we'd remember you?"
Kamishiro: "Waaahhh!!!"
"..."
Hearing those completely unhesitating answers, Fujiwara's face darkened. Very good—this was his fault. He had actually overestimated himself and thought these guys might feel even a shred of guilt!
If he'd known it'd be like this, he wouldn't have come at all!
(As if—that was impossible!)
Fortunately, Iori still had a bit of conscience and didn't let Fujiwara be left standing there in total embarrassment.
He saw Iori, like a caring older brother, pat Fujiwara's thick biceps and say earnestly:
"Fujiwara, you should actually be thanking us. We didn't forget you on purpose. It's just that… this isn't some simple group activity.
This place is a battlefield without gunpowder!"
Hearing this—
Yamamoto and Nojima both nodded in deep agreement. If they hadn't been a step ahead, they'd already have become new 'materials' by now!
"A battlefield? You mean the rule that everyone has to bring a female companion?"
"Huh? How do you know that?!"
Everyone looked at Fujiwara in confusion. This guy had been completely forgotten by them—so how did he know the rules so clearly?!
When they were discussing it, there shouldn't have been any low-presence meathead standing nearby, right?!
Fujiwara: (???)
Still looking surprised—wasn't that really heartbreaking?!
"Hmph, of course I know. Kohei told me everything!"
At that, all doubts vanished from everyone's minds.
Oh, Kohei—then everything made sense. Kamishiro had sent Kohei the ticket too, but to him it was probably just waste paper.
The kind that wasn't even qualified to be used as toilet paper.
Seen that way, casually tossing the ticket to Fujiwara was perfectly normal.
With their doubts resolved, Iori and the others lost interest and said listlessly:
"Since you knew the rules and still dared to come, you must've brought a companion too. Hurry up and bring her out."
Anyway, it was probably just a dog or something. Judging by the lineup, Azusa-nee's group really was missing a pet.
A cat would be even better.
In the end, the truly detestable one was still Kamishiro, that scumbag!
At this moment—
Kamishiro was staring at Fujiwara with a face full of regret. It was all because of this bastard—his plan for a solo date had completely fallen apart!
Going together with this bunch of beasts… Kamishiro could already imagine just how despair-inducing the rest of the trip would be!
"Your reactions are really calm."
Fujiwara scratched his head in confusion. Having arrived late, he didn't know what had happened earlier.
He'd thought bringing his girlfriend would shock these idiots, but their reaction was so flat—there wasn't even a hint of curiosity.
With no expectations left, Fujiwara stopped beating around the bush and directly pulled out the figure behind him.
A… blonde big sister with a hat and good looks?!
"Hello~"
A female voice!!!
Pfft—!!!!
Seeing that youthful, cute face and hearing that lazy, seductive voice—
Iori and the others froze on the spot, completely forgetting to keep Kamishiro restrained.
Kamishiro was also shocked when he saw Fujiwara's girlfriend. Ignored for so long, the meathead had suddenly become a winner in life?!
Why?!
Because of those chest muscles as hard as concrete walls?!
So long-legged big sisters actually liked this type now? Kamishiro suddenly felt like he, too, could hit the gym.
Maybe he'd even run into some girls with peach-shaped butts~
Come to think of it, did Fujiwara meet her at the gym?!
Damn it—was this the legendary "idiots have idiot luck"? Kamishiro admitted he was starting to feel unhappy.
His sense of superiority as a "normal person" vanished in an instant!
Seriously, would someone like Fujiwara really have a girlfriend?
Kamishiro was extremely skeptical. After all, although Fujiwara wasn't as perverted as Yamamoto and Nojima, nor as scummy as Mitarai,
He barely even appeared on the forums.
Everything about him seemed like a normal Izu university student—completely out of place in this deranged group.
But that was just the surface!
After spending a whole semester together, even though they often forgot about him during activities, Kamishiro knew very well what kind of person Fujiwara really was.
A classic all-rounder!
A man who almost possessed all the flaws of this group—just that the others' flaws were so extreme they completely overshadowed his.
Heh, that was probably why they kept forgetting Fujiwara. With no standout points, he was just too ordinary!
But that didn't mean he was normal!
All those comparisons were only relative to freaks like Iori and the others. They proved nothing except that Iori's group really was insane!
If you compared Fujiwara to an actual normal person…
Then he was basically a muscle-packed scumbag plus a pervert!
Danger level approaching Yamamoto's!
Someone like that—how could he possibly land such a young, beautiful big sister?!
Highly suspicious!
Suspicious Kamishiro kept scrutinizing Fujiwara's so-called girlfriend.
When their eyes met, Kamishiro clearly felt the big sister dodge his gaze!
Instantly—
Kamishiro's eyes lit up. This person definitely knew him!
And wasn't that height a bit too tall for a girl?
Even taller than Nanae-nee and Azusa-nee, both standard onee-san types…
Blonde hair, flawless makeup, a female voice, abnormal height.
"Heh."
Kamishiro sneered lightly. The answer was already obvious.
Imamura Kohei!
Saying he didn't care, but his body was surprisingly honest—he'd gone straight for crossdressing.
And even became Fujiwara's "girlfriend".
He knew it!
As expected, he really was the only normal person here!
His status as a normal human being was secured!
Although he'd already guessed the truth, Kamishiro didn't plan to expose it yet. Watching Iori and the others' stunned expressions was pretty satisfying~
Kamishiro stood up calmly, patted the dust off himself, and poked Kitahara beside him.
Mm—stiff.
He poked Nojima and Yamamoto too—also stiff.
Clearly, compared to Kamishiro bringing a big sister, what they really couldn't accept was Fujiwara bringing one!
Kamishiro, fine—they were jealous, but they knew he'd always been popular. Having a big sister made sense.
But you—Fujiwara?!
Why?!
In their mental ranking, Fujiwara had always been dead last!
This was like a bad student suddenly surpassing the top student in an exam—they refused to accept it!
Seeing their reactions, Fujiwara finally showed a satisfied smile. This was exactly the effect he wanted!
Hahahahaha—tremble, you bastards!
From now on, he would be the boss of this group. No more being the dispensable background character!
Thinking this, Fujiwara couldn't help but get smug.
"Hahahaha, sorry to make you all laugh. By the way—where are your companions? I don't see them anywhere. Don't tell me you don't have any?
That's tragic. If that's the case, doesn't that mean I'm the only winner here? You'd all have to accept the punishment?
Oh my, that's embarrassing. But if you're willing to call me 'Boss', I suppose I could waive the punishment~"
Fujiwara spoke with an extremely vile expression, though he still retained a bit of reason.
Unlike Yamamoto and the others, he hadn't been provoked into this. Making them accept punishment wasn't his original goal—he just wanted to enjoy their jealous looks.
Kamishiro didn't care about this lunatic who'd lost himself to desire. As a normal person, he simply looked at Fujiwara with disdain and said calmly:
"Sorry, but your calculations are off. Their companions may be a bit… unconventional, but… they still meet the requirements."
When he said the last part, Kamishiro's gaze couldn't help drifting toward Nojima.
He genuinely didn't know how to judge that thing.
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Fujiwara grew curious. Who could these idiots have brought?
"Then they—"
Just as Fujiwara was about to ask in detail, Azusa-nee's voice came from not far away.
"Kamishiroi! Hurry up—you guys! We've already bought the tickets~"
That seductive voice was far more charming than the counterfeit beside him. Fujiwara subconsciously followed the sound.
He saw—
A familiar big sister waving at them, with a little loli by her side!
Instantly!
Fujiwara's swollen ego felt like it had been pricked by a needle—and exploded!
Bang~
Another empty shell that had lost its soul appeared on the scene.
No—make that two.
The moment Fujiwara's "girlfriend" saw Shiori in her dress, she froze on the spot.
Kamishiro felt as if he saw something transparent drift from Kohei's head toward where Shiori was standing.
Heh—what a bunch of idiots~