"Hahahahahaha!!! Who's next?!"
Iori laughed maniacally. Just earlier he said he didn't want to play anymore, but after getting drunk, he started picking completely at random.
As a result, he lost every round from that point on.
Still, he seemed to be enjoying himself?
This made the senpai, who actually wanted to drink, super jealous.
"This guy's totally back to his old self."
Kamishiro muttered to Azusa nee, worried he might soon start acting like a drunk idiot again.
"Hahahaha, isn't that better though?"
Azusa laughed and patted Nanaka on the shoulder. It really had been a while since they had a party like this.
(ˉ﹃ˉ;)
Nanaka, drinking quietly by herself, didn't react to Azusa's hand creeping over her shoulder. She simply refilled her glass without hesitation.
Her hardcore drinking style left Kamishiro stunned. He leaned toward Azusa and whispered, "Shouldn't we stop her from drinking too much? Isn't that dangerous?"
Azusa waved him off. "You don't need to worry, this is Nanaka we're talking about. She can really hold her liquor.
Besides…"
She finished the sentence with her eyes alone.
That lascivious look in her gaze was practically overflowing!
And Azusa nee could you please stop groping the air like that?! That hand was clearly itching to cop a feel once Nanaka nee passed out.
Totally abusing her gender privilege!
Just as Kamishiro was about to go over and say something to Nanaka nee—
Bang!
A loud smack on the table startled him. Nanaka nee slammed her hand down with a surprisingly cute pout.
"Another round!"
"…"
Kamishiro twitched but obliged, pulling another slip of paper from the bucket.
When he read the topic, his expression turned weird.
Looks like… Kitahara's peaceful days were about to end.
"What's the topic? What is it?"
Azusa leaned in curiously, then read aloud in surprise and delight, "Hahahaha, 'Who slept on the same bed with Chisa?' This must be one of Nanaka's!"
Nanaka didn't deny it. She just smiled sweetly at Iori — though a shadow of wrath loomed ominously behind her.
{{(°△°;")}}!
Crash
Startled by the atmosphere, Iori dropped his glass, shattering it on the floor.
The earlier terror surged back into his chest!
Damn it!
He had gotten too drunk and forgotten about the biggest problem he had yet to solve.
Judging by the number of slips left in the bucket, it really was Nanaka san's turn.
What do I do?! What do I do!!!
Iori instinctively looked toward Chisa.
Their eyes met, and then Chisa shyly looked away.
!!!
Seeing this, Nanaka's aura intensified yet again.
Suspicious relationship!
Iori: Σ(っ °Д °;)っ
The sudden misunderstanding froze Iori in place.
Hey hey hey!
Don't make it look like something happened! We're completely innocent!!
He wanted to explain, but the words caught in his throat. This wasn't something that could be cleared up in a few seconds!
No way — this was bad!!!
With Nanaka's bloodlust growing by the second, Iori realized he had to do something.
Desperation fuels brainpower in a crisis.
At that moment, Iori entered crisis-overdrive mode!
He frantically searched for any angle, any method to survive this.
After a few seconds—
He dropped to the floor at Nanaka's feet, groveling like a dog.
So sorry… the alcohol is messing with my brain.
Falling to his knees was the best tactic he could come up with.
Nanaka san is so kind — as long as he apologized sincerely and took time to explain everything afterward…
He might just live.
Right now,
All he could do was entrust his fragile life to Nanaka san's kindness, this game was just way too brutal!!!
"He's kneeling."
"As expected of Iori."
"Man of action…"
"His form is excellent too."
Kamishiro and the others commented from the sidelines. Based on Iori's reaction, you could tell—
This wasn't his first rodeo.
Kamishiro took out his beloved camera and captured Iori's "valiant" moment.
Perfect timing.
His usual forum had been a bit too quiet lately. Time for some fire content.
He even had the title ready:
"Shocking! A Naked Pervert With a Girlfriend Does THIS to a Kind Older Sister—"
Genius!
He was a genius!…
Hearing the familiar camera shutter, Iori gritted his teeth. If this wasn't a life-or-death moment, he'd have gone over and detonated himself along with that bastard!
Whatever — it's just some nudes at this point. He's used to it.
What really matters now… is how to survive Nanaka san's wrath!
"I'm sorry, Nanaka san!"
He bowed his head low to the ground, offering a heartfelt apology.
But what answered him… was a low, spine-chilling laugh.
"Hehehehehe~"
At the sound, Iori's body trembled even more violently, thinking that Nanaka san wasn't going to forgive him.
He rushed to explain, speaking faster, "There are all kinds of complicated reasons behind this! I can actually explain everything!"
"Hehehehehe~"
That same familiar, spine-chilling laughter.
Hearing it again, the fear on Iori's face began to turn into confusion.
She wouldn't just keep laughing, would she? Could she at least just say if she's going to kill him or not?
Unable to bear the suspense, Iori raised his head and looked at Nanaka in confusion.
However—
Unexpectedly, he didn't see any sort of wrathful aura or anything like a Stand. Nanaka didn't even look remotely angry.
Because…
At this moment, Nanaka san was peacefully leaning against Chisa, as if she had fallen asleep.
That eerie "hehehe" laughter seemed more like unconscious mumbling.
"She's asleep, huh."
"Ehehehe, drunk Nanaka~"
Kamishiro and Azusa leaned in closer to check on Nanaka.
She really did seem completely knocked out from drinking. On second thought, it made sense considering Nanaka had been downing drinks like crazy during the game.
She lost almost every round, and even poured herself stronger drinks each time…
Hmm, the senpai really should learn from Nanaka in this regard.
If they'd been like her from the start, maybe they wouldn't still be dry tonight.
The two senpai looked like they were practically dying for a drink!
It could be said that Nanaka was the most drunk person there, so in that sense, it wasn't surprising that she passed out.
But Kamishiro still felt like something was off… It wasn't that he believed in Nanaka nee's drinking tolerance—he had no idea how much she could actually drink.
No, he based his suspicion on Azusa nee's current behavior.
Among everyone present, Azusa understood Nanaka best—even more than Chisa…
Which was only natural—after all, Nanaka had been one of Azusa's "targets" for a while now.
If Nanaka nee had really passed out, then Azusa nee wouldn't be just standing there calmly instead she'd have immediately taken Chisa's place and carried Nanaka nee back to her room!
Azusa would never miss an opportunity to take advantage!
And the fact that she hadn't made a move yet meant only one thing…
(꒪д꒪)
Kamishiro glanced over at Iori, still kneeling on the ground, full of resentment.
What a lucky bastard.
At that moment, Iori blinked a few times and finally realized the situation. A huge smile spread across his face.
She's drunk!
Nanaka san passed out!!!
Hahahahahahahahaha!
If there weren't so many people around, Iori might've actually laughed out loud. He had survived!
Even replaying the worst moments of his life a hundred times in his head couldn't suppress the smirk on his face.
He sprang to his feet, pushing Chisa and Nanaka toward the sofa.
"Haha, since she's drunk, she should get some rest. Being drunk feels awful, after all."
Chisa: …
She had a strange feeling of dissatisfaction.
________________
So...
The game that had Iori's life hanging in the balance ended with Nanaka passing out.
Kamishiro sighed. He had really thought he might score another allowance from this…
He even had his resignation letter ready.
Gurgle gurgle~
"Haa~ That was a close one!"
Now free from danger, Iori chugged a drink and wore a smug expression.
Obviously, now that he was safe, the ugly side of him had reemerged.
"Tch."
Kamishiro clicked his tongue and picked up the bucket.
"So, should we keep playing the game? There's still seven of us—it can still work."
"Let's continue!"
"Absolutely not!"
Aina and Iori slammed the table and spoke at the same time.
After speaking, they both froze. Iori looked at Aina awkwardly.
No need to guess—Aina obviously wanted to find the question she wrote.
That one... That's really not okay!
Though he was also curious about what Kamishiro and the others had to say about Kabukicho…
He had just managed to survive, and really didn't want to go back to living in fear again!
Better to let things go and just enjoy a nice drink and some chat, right?
However—
The more Iori resisted, the more suspicious Aina became.
She felt like… she was close to the truth!
Damn Kabukicho!
The vengeful spirit behind Aina reemerged—the makeup-wearing demon Shura appeared again!
{{(°△°;")}}!
Iori stared in terror at Aina's unique Shura spirit. No matter how many times he saw it, it was always a shock.
"Um…Cakey, it's getting pretty late, and everyone's tired…"
As he spoke, Iori looked around the room, pleading with the senpai for help.
Let's just end it here, okay?
But then…
He saw several evil-looking grins surrounding him.
You traitorous bastards!!!
Iori's expression twisted in agony. He knew it—when it came to drinking parties, the senpai were the most dangerous of all!!!
Smack!
The two senpai patted Iori on the shoulder.
"Iori, how could you be so lazy?"
"The night is just getting started! This is your rehabilitation training!"
"..."
(ಥ﹏ಥ)
Rehabilitation training?!
The other person who lost Nanaka had already passed out drunk. He didn't want to be the second one!
"Spare me, senpai… I've got class tomorrow. I need to sleep."
Iori rubbed his temples. Since he hadn't had a drink in a while, he was already pretty tipsy. After a quick wash, he could just crash.
And tomorrow… was a class with that bastard professor.
"Hmm? Sleep? Kitahara, where are you going to sleep?"
Kamishiro looked at him blankly. There didn't seem to be anywhere for him to sleep here, did there?
"Of course in my own room. What, are you drunk enough to forget that?"
"No, no. I know about your little storage room.
But… have you considered where all the other drunk senpai ended up?"
???
!!!
Iori froze.
The senpai…
Before the game started, there had been a drinking party. Most of the senpai had passed out during that.
He'd assumed they woke up and left at some point, but… Oh no!
"That's my room!!!"
Iori shot up, ready to storm back and clean his room, but Kamishiro blocked him.
"Calm down, calm down. Kitahara, you have to understand: before it was your room, it was the club's activity room~"
(λ?_??)
(▼皿▼＃)
"But it's my room now!!!"
He definitely didn't want to sleep in a room full of sweaty passed-out men!
"Wait—let's play another round. Maybe the senpai will wake up soon."
Kamishiro gave him a "kind" smile, handing him the bucket again.
Hmm?
Iori looked at him suspiciously. Since when did this bastard smile at him like that?
Something was up.
Until… he noticed a stick poking Kamishiro's kidney from behind.
It was Aina!
_
Great. Iori knew there was no escape now. Resigned, he drew a slip of paper.
He prayed in his heart.
Please don't be Shura-zombie's, please don't be Shura-zombie's…
"I think Kohei's backdoor got busted."
PFFFFFFT!!!
Iori sprayed his drink in shock, staring at Kamishiro in disbelief.
So this bastard meant this by "explosive"?!
Well, it really was explosive.
But in a way, that was better. At least it meant everyone's attention wouldn't be on him anymore.
Iori gave Kamishiro a big thumbs-up, then loudly read out the contents of the note.
At the same time, he looked at Kamishiro with a teasing glint in his eyes. Since even he could figure out who wrote the note, Kouhei definitely could too. Kamishiro was in for it now~
However...
Unexpectedly, when Kouhei heard the question, he didn't go after Kamishiro. In fact, a bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Iori's mouth twitched. A bold idea popped into his head.
"You don't mean to tell me—"
"No! Definitely not!"
Kouhei cut in, very firmly.
Of course... it would've been more convincing if he could actually meet Iori's eyes.
Iori: "…"
Now that idea in Iori's head was growing even bolder.
As a result of the game, the senpai finally got to drink.
However…
Kouhei still looked evasive...
Iori had a feeling Kouhei had figured out who betrayed him in the first question.
"The betrayer from first slip was right next to me all along?!"