The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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"Exactly! Using it and then throwing it away is just heartless!"

"You two should stand up for yourselves. Although it is indeed an undeniable fact, from now on, let's call him Nojima the scumbag Nojima in memory of Elena!"

The three of them working together proved that finding a common enemy is indeed the best way to unite. Iori and Kohei, who had just been shouting for each other to fight, instantly forgave Yu.

Standing in a row, they inhumanely presented Nojima, who had lost his beloved wife, with a brand new laurel wreath, causing all the ladies to cast disgusted glances at their own men, and even Nanaka was no exception.

"Ah! By the way, how are Yamamoto and the other guy getting in? They seem to have disappeared since earlier, I wonder what they've been up to?"

"about this……"

Duck sat on the ground, and Nojima Gen, sniffling, turned to the six members of the Pab Club and sobbed, "That guy Yamamoto, he got a set of middle school girl clothes to sneak in and pretend to be a couple."

"So that's how it is, Yamamoto and Fujiwara were pretending to be a couple..."

He froze halfway through his sentence, his eyes wide as he turned sharply toward the gate, only to see Yamamoto and Fujiwara, their faces pale, already walking past it.

Wearing a pink dress and two ponytails, with a bright red leather backpack on her back, Yamamoto was holding two couple tickets in her hand!

"Gurgle! The two of them..."

Terrified, Kitahara Iori swallowed hard, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably with fear!

He walked over and covered Aina's eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck, trying to escape the grotesque reality.

"Don't think about it...don't ask about it, the scene is too beautiful!"

"Nanaka-nee, the ice cream I ate earlier gave me a stomachache, I need to go to the restroom..."

"Together! Together! Let's all do it together!"

Chapter 314 Invisibility-type Fujiwara and Transformation-type Yamamoto!

"Yu, you really deserve to die!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you old folks, please come up with some new words! Our ears are practically calloused from hearing them so many times!"

Covering her ears, Miyazawa Yu led Nana-chan away and fled far away. With dead fish eyes, she didn't want to have anything to do with the scumbags who kept complaining, especially that cross-dressing Yamamoto.

Honestly, wearing a dress is one thing, but to also tie her hair in pigtails is just an eyesore!

If it weren't for the fact that you have to change clothes in the changing room in the activity hall before you can play, he would have disappeared by now!

"Ah, we've arrived. This water park is really outrageous. It's designed to be the scale of a regular amusement park, isn't it?"

Not far along the tree-lined path, the magnificent central hall came into view at the end.

Further in from this dividing line is the play area, but many swimsuit-clad ladies don't seem to care about wearing swimsuits to the rest area to eat, and perfect waistlines in various colors can be seen everywhere.

"Gah! What is this? Heaven?!"

Their steps froze instantly. Compared to Miyazawa Yu and other Pab Club members, who were also professional strippers, Yamamoto and Nojima, despite being college students in Izu, were completely powerless against the bikini swimsuits, their pupils dilating in disbelief!

Ultimately, they are just ordinary college students whose daily lives revolve around school and rented apartments.

Even the most sheltered young ladies who never leave their homes don't live as demurely as them when there are no social events. Swimsuits are just a piece of cake for them!

"To have seen all this, I can die without regrets!"

Clutching his Tulip Class student ID to his heart, Shinichiro Yamamoto felt his blood vessels and heart muscle boiling with tears streaming down his face. He was right to have risked his life to sneak in!

"Then please just go die already, don't waste public resources here."

"Hey, Kohei, look at these people, they're so lame!"

"You bastard! What do you know!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Kitahara Iori was brutally confronted in the face by two scumbags, one fat and one thin, displaying their excessively ugly faces just like that fat and thin monk duo.

"How could someone like you, who lives by the sea and can talk to swimsuit-clad beauties anytime, possibly understand our suffering!"

"It's definitely better to kill off those 'normies' as soon as possible!"

"I didn't say anything just now. Actually, it's perfectly normal to have feelings for swimsuits!"

Her expression instantly changed from smug to obedient; Kitahara Iori suddenly realized that these scumbags still had the right to launch an attack at any time, and her speed of changing her expression was unparalleled.

However, both Kohei Imamura and Yu Miyazawa looked at this spineless behavior with utter contempt.

Furthermore, Miyazawa Yu always felt that something was missing from the scene...

Frowning, his gaze swept over Iori, Yamamoto, Nojima, and Kohei who was guarding Mana. He closed his eyes, racking his brains for a long time before finally realizing what was wrong!

"Wait a minute! I was wondering if anyone saw where Fujiwara went. He disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

"Fujiwara? Isn't he right next to me..."

Wiping away his tears, Shinichiro Yamamoto turned his head and pointed to the empty air beside him, his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face momentarily frozen.

Indeed! Fujiwara hasn't made a sound since he saw the beautiful woman. Could he have gone invisible again...?

Looking up at his surroundings, he gasped, his eyes widening with a surge of intense jealousy!

"Found him! He's over there!"

The scumbag who was shouting and pointing behind the white-collar worker in a swimsuit eating parfait, sitting alone under the sunshade drinking ice water and observing at a very short distance without being noticed, could only be Fujiwara!

"How dare they! Just because they're not noticeable, they can do whatever they want! Even though I can't touch them, this kind of 'ignoring' behavior is still incredibly enviable!"

"To prevent this young lady from being defiled! Die!"

"You scumbag, Kafūwara, die!"

Three pairs of eyes were instantly filled with jealousy. The scumbag's three-person alliance was shattered and rebuilt in a short time. Yamamoto, Nojima and Iori simultaneously used a palm technique that descended from the sky on Fujiwara from three directions!

"Hello, here's the cake you ordered, please enjoy!"

"Thank you."

He nodded his thanks in a perfectly normal way, but Kenta Fujiwara's eyes never left the bikini-clad woman's straight waistline. Honestly, it would be a shame not to write something about a figure like that!

However, we shouldn't go too far; it's best to just watch quietly like this!

The waitress did nothing to stop Fujiwara from staring at the customers, and Fujiwara Kenta, being very self-aware, kept his imagination to himself, picking up the cake but not even having time to pick up his fork.

"Pfft!"

As he was struck hard on the back of the head, Kenta Fujiwara's vision went black, and he felt as if he had been smashed into something sticky, with mosquito coils swirling in his eyes.

"Huh? What happened?"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind. The bikini-clad white-collar worker, who had been squinting and enjoying Buffet, opened her eyes and looked back. She saw a man being pinned to a table by three angry-looking arhats.

"It's nothing, nothing! It's just a personal grudge..."

"excuse me!"

"This drink is on you!"

Kitahara Iori smiled and retreated to the side of Yamamoto, who was still relentlessly whipping the corpse, while giving the victim the shaved ice that Fujiwara had just ordered but hadn't yet been served. The three of them then dragged Fujiwara away, each taking one of his legs.

"???"

Watching the burly man with the crew cut press his face against the ground, leaving a trail of milky white drag marks, the white-collar woman's expression shifted between fear and confusion, completely unable to figure out what kind of people these were!

"You bunch of bastards! Can't you just ignore me like you usually do?!"

"How could we let you run away and enjoy the good life all by yourself? You'd better stay with the brothers and eat coarse food, or we'll kill you!"

"That's utterly despicable behavior. By the way, Iori, why are you so agitated?"

Fujiwara the scumbag was recaptured and brought back to justice. Looking at the group of scumbags who were arguing and completely out of shape, Miyazawa Yu suddenly felt that there was a strange sense of harmony among these people when they were together!

The only thing he couldn't understand was why Iori was going to join in the fun! His "fake girlfriend," Chisa, was watching!

"Oh! Yes!"

Kitahara Iori shuddered, and after being reminded by Yu, a moment of confusion flashed in her eyes. "It seems like my body just started moving on its own. After all, someone like Fujiwara shouldn't even be allowed to drink soup!"

"As expected, calling you the biggest scumbag in the Pab department is truly accurate..."

Without my awareness, my body just started moving on its own? As expected of Iori, who internalized the spirit of scum into a despicable person, Miyazawa Yu has nothing to say about this.

Take a few quick steps through the glass revolving door, and you'll be greeted by the service desk and the entrances to the changing rooms on both sides.

Hooking her arm around Kohei's neck and pulling him away from Mana, Miyazawa Yu turned to the girls behind her and instructed, "We'll go change first and wait for you at the exit~"

"OK, no problem."

"Iori, you must remember not to run away with anyone else!"

Extending a finger, knowing Iori's tendency to leave with a flick of the wrist, Kotegawa Nanaka gave him a serious reminder before entering the changing room.

If he were to abandon Chisa, who had mustered up the courage, and disappoint her after all this time of bravery, he would be so angry that he might do something drastic!

"Haha~ Nana-chan, you're joking! How could I be so heartless!"

"No, no, no! It looks extremely suspicious!"

With a blank expression, Yu Miyazawa waved her free hand. She felt that Nanaka's suspicion was very reasonable. If she ran into someone she knew, Iori would just grab her and run away!

But it's probably impossible to run into someone you know here, since you're so far away.

"Then I'll leave him to Yu's watchful eye on, ganbatte!"

"Don't worry, I'll protect Nanaka-nee's crotch!"

"Goodbye, Brother You!"

"Again……"

Smiling, Yu said goodbye to the girl for the time being. Then, looking at the virgin with twin ponytails walking calmly into the women's changing room behind Chisa, as if he had no shame, Yu swallowed the rest of his words.

He teleported in front of Yamamoto and silently pulled off his tracksuit, revealing a pair of very elastic black triangle panties underneath.

"..."

When viewed straight ahead, all that can be seen are two strong pectoral muscles and two private parts. Cold sweat pours down Yamamoto Shinichiro's face, and his thick lips are pressed together, revealing his guilty conscience.

Five seconds later, with murderous intent, Pig Brain Overload couldn't come up with a solution. He reached out and tapped his head, sticking out his tongue as big as a fan, trying to get away with being cute!

"Hehe~☆?"

"Hey, you big dummy! Get back where you belong!"

"Ugh!"

His tongue was bitten by the two rows of teeth that were forcibly closed by an uppercut, and Shinichiro Yamamoto's eyes bulged as he flew backward, finally crashing into a warm embrace with hardly any flesh on it.

"Eek~ Nojima? You're still the best!"

"How disgusting! Kill him!"

"Damn it! Trying to sneak into the women's locker room?! Die!!!"

"Let's just burn it."

With a dark expression, Miyazawa Yu used his teeth to open two bottles of "water of life" and pour them onto Yamamoto. Imamura Kohei, his face contorted with rage, then cooperatively lit a lighter and set it on fire towards Yamamoto's useless object.

"Ami-ro!!!"

Chapter 315 Maru! Targeted by a Carnivorous Type!

"Damn it! Didn't you promise to bring us here to pursue love? Why did it turn into an execution session in the end?!"

Wearing swim trunks and reeking of alcohol, Yamamoto bravely saved his manhood after a desperate struggle.

However, as he sat on the curb in the water park, he grew angrier and angrier. Finally, he stood up and pointed at the silent majority, yelling, "Liars! Don't you have any compassion for others' success?"

"The guy trying to sneak into the women's locker room has no right to say that!"

"Damn it! I already had my hair in pigtails and I still got kissed, why don't I have the right to go into the women's changing room!"

Kneeling sadly on the ground, his thick arms pounding against the stone pavement, Shinichiro Yamamoto forced out two lines of aggrieved tears from his eyes, which were not much older than his second brother's.

"Your understanding of women is so narrow!"

"Shut up, Yamamoto. If you want to strike up a conversation, do it honestly. Trying to be abstract won't work."

Speechless, he spread one hand out and used the other to cover his face, trying to avoid being looked at with disdain by Yamamoto. Miyazawa Yu continued to speak with an unfriendly gaze.

"Oh right! I remember you have a criminal record, why don't we just confiscate the tools used by this late-stage Homo sapiens..."

"I'm sorry, Senior Yu. I will definitely live an upright life from now on!"

He immediately bowed deeply and apologized, the painful memories flooding back into Yamamoto's heart like a bitter pill, but he still had to accept this injustice in silence.

Back when I was just a young and inexperienced boy, all I did was confess my feelings to a beautiful older sister on the street, and I was kidnapped by a muscular behemoth and almost fed to sharks.