The rain didn't stop.But neither did the chaos.
Ren barely had time to process Haruka's quiet confession before the others descended like wolves on a wounded deer.
Yui was first."Unbelievable! You—rain-soaked playboy! How dare you let Haruka snuggle against you like some tragic romance heroine!"
Ren flinched. "I wasn't—she just leaned and—"
"Shut up!" she snapped, stabbing a finger at him. "You're like a broken vending machine: spitting out affection by accident, and everyone still wants to insert more coins!"
Rika barged in, umbrella upside down, hair plastered to her forehead."Oh my god. He's doing it again. First Emi. Then Yui. Then Mei. Then Asuka. And now Haruka? Are you building a Noah's Ark, Ren? Collecting two of every girl before the flood?"
Ren sputtered. "That's—"
"Shut up!" Rika joined Yui's finger-pointing."You're so clueless it's basically hentai logic. Stand still, trip over something, and bam!—suddenly you've got a lapful of thighs!"
Emi approached more quietly, umbrella in hand. But her voice cut sharper than either of them."…Ren. You smell like rain and betrayal."
He twitched. "What does betrayal even smell like—"
"Like wet dog and guilty conscience."
Mei, soaked but calm, raised her notebook. "I wrote a statistic just now: the probability of you being sexually harassed in the next ten minutes is 99.7%."
Ren paled. "…By who?"
Mei didn't answer. She just looked at the others.
And that was when Yui lunged.
Not for Ren's throat—but for his arm. "If she gets a shoulder, I get a chest pillow!" she declared, smashing herself against him.
Ren choked. "Y-Yui! Your—those—are pressing into—"
"Shut up! That's what you get!"
Rika wasn't about to lose. She grabbed his other arm, wrapping both hands around it like a prize. "Mine!"
"Why?!" Ren wheezed.
"Because I'm competitive, and if Yui gets boob-points, I'm not staying behind!"
Haruka didn't even move. She simply pressed closer, glaring at them through dripping bangs. "If you're going to fight… do it somewhere else."
The rain poured harder. Thunder rolled. And somehow—Ren ended up pinned between three girls, while the festival-goers pretended not to stare.
Mei sighed. "Pathetic." She scribbled something down. "…But educational."
And Asuka?
She leaned against a lantern post, smirking like the devil."Fufufu… so this is how harems evolve. One awkward boy, five ticking time bombs, and public indecency under the rain."
Ren wanted to sink into the mud and disappear.But instead—he sneezed. Loudly.
The girls froze.
And then, Yui, deadpan: "Great. He's sick. Now we'll all have to give him 'special care.'"
Rika: "Which in anime language means: sponge baths."
Haruka: "…If anyone touches him while he's naked, I'll kill them."
Emi: "So we're in agreement: group nursing duty."
Mei: "I'll write the schedule. Two-hour rotations. No exceptions."
Ren's brain short-circuited.The last thing he saw before blacking out was Asuka laughing so hard she nearly dropped her umbrella.
And so, beneath the rain-soaked festival lanterns, the "accidental harem hentai arc" began.