The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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Squeak... Tap, tap, tap!

Just as Miyazawa Yu and his seniors were celebrating, Kitahara Iori had already opened the door and dragged his heavy steps to stand in front of them.

Whose idea is this?

"Hmm? Yes..."

"Of course it's me, Iori! How about that! Don't you feel how well I understand you? No need to thank me! It's just what I should do!"

Miyazawa Yu wanted to raise his hand to admit that it was his arrangement, but unexpectedly, Imamura Kohei suddenly jumped out and took the credit.

With a flick of his long hair, this scoundrel shamelessly and nonchalantly hinted, "If you really want to repay me, remember to be my foil tonight. Cute high school girls are waiting to see a mature older brother!"

"So that's how it is! It was you, you good-for-nothing!"

After shaking his head like a zombie, Kitahara Iori finally revealed his true colors after identifying the culprit. At this moment, the anger in his eyes was already burning out of their sockets.

Seeing this, Miyazawa Yu immediately realized something was wrong, quickly lowered his raised hand, and shrank behind Kotobuki to observe the situation.

"Wait! Iori, what are you doing?!"

"Let go of me, you idiot! It hurts! It hurts!"

"How dare you assault your benefactor! What's the difference between you and an animal?!"

That's so brutal! Was Kohei's body really that flexible? Can his legs really be bent like that?

Wow—so turning your head 130 degrees won't kill you! I've really learned something new…

Swallowing hard, and watching Imamura Kohei gradually become unrecognizable, Miyazawa Yu was deeply grateful that he had spoken too slowly.

Saying one less word saved me from being folded into a tofu block—what a perfect and satisfying deal! The old adage that "trouble comes from the mouth" is absolutely true!

Chapter 24 Even men wouldn't mind!

"This is even worse than the last one, okay?!"

Kohei was ravaged into a twitching dead fish. Seeing Iori turn around fiercely again, Miyazawa Yu immediately sidled up to his senior for protection.

"Senior Shou, by the way, you brought this DVD, right? What's on it?"

"How about we put it here?"

"Listen to me, you guys!"

Just kidding! Who wants to listen to you?! You'd be folded into pieces!

Pretending not to hear Iori's roar, Miyazawa Yu casually put the disc with the image of a half-O pretty boy printed on it into the TV drive.

"Damn it! Clean it up right now! If someone sees it, they'll misunderstand!"

Anxious and worried, Kitahara Iori knew she couldn't wake someone who was pretending to be asleep, so she grabbed Miyazawa Yu by the collar and pointed at the various disgusting things in the room, giving him a stern order.

If Nana-chan sees this, he'll never be able to clear his name, even if he jumps into the sea...

"Iori~"

"Alas--!"

A look of utter terror crossed her face; she hadn't expected Nana-chan to show up at this crucial moment.

Iori, disregarding the need to continue tidying up, darted out of the room and then stood firmly in front of the door with a bang, using her body to form the last line of defense for her dignity.

"Whoa... That's strong! I thought I was going to be crushed into a pulp!!!"

Smoothing his collar, Miyazawa Yu was still shaken, and had secretly used Kohei as a unit of measurement.

Even though he was dressed as an ordinary person, the fact that he could be lifted up by the collar shows that he is not a normal person!

Could it be that Iori, like him, possesses some kind of supernatural entity like a system? How could she repeatedly break the constraints of the natural laws!

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. Miyazawa Yu turned around and thought she should at least turn off the TV to avoid any sounds that might be detrimental to the physical and mental health of teenagers.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, a resistance immediately wrapped around him, binding him in place and rendering him unable to move.

"Oh! Kohei, you're still alive? Are you interested in what's going to happen next?"

"Who would like this kind of thing, you bastard Yu? This is revenge on Iori! How dare you deceive my feelings time and time again..."

Feeling as if most of his bones were broken, Kohei Imamura, face down in a strange position, laughed maniacally: "Let's die together, Iori! Hehehe!"

Those lines sound so familiar! Just how many Soul Hall elders must have eaten to elicit such desperate laughter!

I am filled with awe! Reminded by Kohei, Miyazawa Yu immediately recalled the pain of her older sister being torn apart.

Although I really wanted to get Iori's room sorted out quickly so we could go to the mixer, but...

The darkness within him was awakened, and Miyazawa Yu's expression gradually became wicked—Iori had been making things difficult for him in every way, so it shouldn't be too much for him to retaliate a little!

"Iori, I'd like to help you tidy up your room."

"Ah... well, there's no need for that now..."

"It's okay~ Didn't I just say I don't mind what happened earlier?"

Nanaka Kotegawa tilted her head gently and chuckled to herself, thinking how shy Iori was. As a parent, she naturally chose to tolerate her child's little hobby!

It's not entirely normal for boys to have some unrealistic fantasies, as long as they're kept in check...

Even if you're a man, I wouldn't mind!

A male voice with a domineering CEO-like tone suddenly came from the room, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ugh?"

Standing there dumbfounded, Nanaka Kotegawa's CPU was running at high speed. What does "not minding even if it's a man" mean?

It sounds really weird, doesn't it?

"No, this is just..."

The audio in the video has been amplified! It must be those two guys!

With a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, Kitahara Iori knew exactly what was happening in the room and knew he had to get Nanaka away as soon as possible!

Really? Actually... I like you too!

Despite his thoughts, before he could take action, another unusually weak male voice broke through the door, and the plot on the TV was gradually getting out of control!

Then came a continuous stream of "hmm," "baby," and faint cries—even a fool could conjure up a scene in his mind!

"Ah... Ahaha, Iori, what you said makes sense. Sorry... I won't go in for now."

"I'll make another call to verify!"

Her heart pounded wildly, and Nanaka Kotegawa went limp as she listened to the unbearable sounds, her breath coming out in hot gas.

She turned around mechanically, her stiffness even more pronounced this time; she couldn't even bend her limbs and could only flee quickly with her arms and legs straight.

"..."

No one stepped forward to stop them. The greatest tragedy is a broken heart, and Kitahara Iori couldn't even find an excuse to keep them.

He silently opened the door and went inside. The four bastards who had wronged him each occupied a corner and shut themselves in. They had obviously also had their worldviews refreshed by the BL DVDs.

"You guys!!! I'm definitely going to make the most perfect room and then go to the mixer, yayala!"

"sorry!"

"Calm down, Iori. This time, we'll do it exactly as you say! No ambiguity whatsoever!"

Seeing Iori, who had transformed into a Super Saiyan with two lines of bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, Miyazawa Yu honestly made a solemn promise with a head full of bumps on his head.

After all, we really can't afford to mess this up again, or Iori might just explode on the spot.

The drinking quota for freshmen in the Pab department has been reduced from one-third to one-half, and this is no joke!

"In short! I have no way out! Whatever Nanaka-nee is happy with, that's fine with me!"

With a wave of her hand, Kitahara Iori, adhering to the basic principle of putting people first, presented a design proposal for the interior design style of Nana Hana-san's special attack.

"Nanaka's favorite room..."

"If it were so easy to do, we wouldn't have to work so hard."

A special attack on Nanaka-neechan, that's quite an interesting question.

For the average girl, decorating her room in pink, adding some lace and soft plush toys would be enough to complete the room.

But Nanaka, who hangs out with the Pab Club all the time, is definitely not an ordinary girl!

Miyazawa Yu sat cross-legged, frowning and racking his brains, but still couldn't find a suitable answer.

"Heh, listen carefully, Nanaka-nee has always doted on her younger sister Chisa!"

"In that case..."

"Do you mean to!"

A sudden thought struck him, and Miyazawa Yu looked incredulously at the now serious Iori. Did he intend to use that... *silk? That method?

"That's right!"

As if responding to Miyazawa Yu's inner thoughts, Kitahara Iori pushed up his non-existent glasses and said loudly, "So, the room that Nanaka-nee likes is Chisa's room!"

"Gurgle, Iori, do we really have to do this?"

"Yu! I told you, there's no turning back now!"

"Is that so... I understand!"

Clenching his fists, he was surprised that Iori was going to such lengths for what was just a social gathering. Was this his resolve?

In that case

With an approving smile on his face, Miyazawa Yu raised his head slightly; he definitely had to lend a hand!

"Senior... what are those two burning?"

"I don't know, maybe that's just the generation gap."

"You're right!"

The atmosphere inexplicably ignited. Although they didn't know what the trigger was, Jujiro and Shinji Tokita scratched the back of their heads, smiled at each other, and stood up together.

Consider it an apology; if Iori wants it, they won't hesitate to put in their effort!

"Everyone! Let's cheer each other on!"

"Oh!"

(P.S.: I forgot to post on time because I was on the train. There's also a third chapter today as an apology. See private Marseille.)

Chapter 25 Iori's Isolation Hut

Shila-

Yu Miyazawa tore open a new roll of tape and stuck the photo in her hand tightly onto the poster, even though it might damage the poster, it was all worth it for the evening's social gathering!

"Hey Iori, is it really necessary to hang this on the light cord? It looks weird."

"One man's poison is another man's honey. Maybe Nanaka-neechan likes this kind of thing~ I'd better hang up..."

"Oh well!"

Hearing what Miyazawa Yu said, Imamura Kohei hesitated for two seconds before hanging Chisa's photo on the light cord.

Next up is the body pillow. To be honest, he never imagined that one day he would stick the faces of people he knew onto the body pillow he used to sleep on.

This has completely transcended the realm of being abnormal and has directly escalated into stalking!

Miyazawa Yu felt the same way, but he was more curious about where Iori got so many photos from different angles.

Could it be that this guy really did something bad behind their backs?

For example, following Chisa in the middle of the night to secretly take pictures of her yawning in class, or sneaking into Chisa's room to secretly take pictures of her sleeping face...

"Wait a minute, did something strange sneak in just now?!"

Suddenly realizing a blind spot, Miyazawa Yu quickly searched through the photos from earlier and soon found the picture of Chisa drooling while sleeping.

Judging from the shooting angle, it should be directly above the bed, and the resolution is extremely high, so it doesn't seem like a spontaneous phone shot!

"Ah... um, Iori."

"Ok?"

Where did you get these photos?