"I've begged you this much, can you please make an exception?"
"Eh? But..."
When Miyazawa Yu finished tidying up the diving equipment and returned to the shop, he saw Iori, now only in his underwear, kneeling perfectly in front of Sister Nanaka's skirt.
"Hey, Iori, what's going on?"
Shinji Tokita was surprised by the change in Iori's attitude and couldn't help but ask.
"This scoundrel is clearly begging Sister Nanaka to let him go to the mixer. Wait, let me take a picture."
"Miyazawa Yu... you bastard! I advise you, young man, not to be so young!"
Iori Kitahara's head shot up. Facing the flashing camera, the flattering smile he had been struggling to maintain was now replaced with a look of terror and rage.
However, to show his sincerity and get Nanaka Kotegawa to agree to let him go to the mixer, he didn't dare to get up and chase Miyazawa Yu away. He could only try to intimidate him with words, hoping to scare him off with his "King's aura."
But they were all seasoned old-timers. Hearing what Iori said, Miyazawa Yu didn't back down. His smile became even more malicious.
He even walked toward the "King's aura" and took a few close-up shots of Iori's face before stopping.
"What a haul! What a haul! I'll get them developed tomorrow and hang them by my bed to ward off evil spirits."
"Damn it... Sister Nanaka! I'm already so miserable! Please! Please let me attend the party tonight!"
Unable to bear the humiliation, a vein popped in the corner of Iori Kitahara's eye. He lowered his head again and begged loudly, his attitude now completely pitiful.
"You don't have to do this, Iori. We're a diving club. We'll call you when we go diving. Let's just forget about the drinking party for now!"
"That's not it!"
Iori Kitahara shook his head resolutely, his eyes firm. "What diving club! I don't remember joining anything like that!"
"You're changing your mind faster than turning a page in a book."
"Then why did you take off your clothes? Anyway, Iori, just put your clothes back on..."
Nanaka Kotegawa was completely at a loss from Iori's unyielding posture. She could only frantically tell him to at least put on some clothes.
"Absolutely not!" He lowered his body again, closing his eyes and saying loudly, "This is to show you my sincerity, both inside and out!"
"Mm-hmm! Being naked certainly shows that! He has that kind of awareness!"
"Iori's way of thinking really fits our club, doesn't it!"
"Ugh..."
Nanaka Kotegawa pursed her lips in a dilemma. Although she really wanted to let Iori off the hook, going out for three nights in a row was simply too much. After thinking it over, she decided to try to reason with him one more time, hoping he would realize his mistake!
"Iori, I understand that you want to have fun now that you're in college, but this kind of life is not good!"
"But Nanako-sama!"
"No! Your parents have entrusted you to us, and I will not allow you to live such a depraved life!"
"Please, just this once!"
"No means no! Iori must clean up his room today!"
...
A moment later, a few men were all sitting in Iori's empty room, staring at each other.
Miyazawa Yu was the first to get up and try to leave, but he was grabbed by the wrist by Iori Kitahara.
Even though he kept moving his legs, he could only stomp in place.
"Sit down, you bastard! I invited you here to help me figure out how to get permission to go out!"
Iori Kitahara pushed Miyazawa Yu back to his seat. He looked around the room and struck Commander Ikari's classic pose, clearly wanting everyone to brainstorm a plan.
"You've been so stubborn about this, just give up!"
"I won't! I'll never give up!"
"Ahhh~ And he gets all fired up at a time like this."
Miyazawa Yu lay down on the tatami mat, speechless. Seeing that running away was not an option, he obediently started to think of a plan for Iori.
"How about you go and see Sister Nanaka completely naked one more time? That would show more sincerity than being half-naked, right?"
"Unfortunately! I already tried that!"
Iori Kitahara turned his head slightly, revealing the left side of his face that had been hidden in the shadows. A fiery red handprint was clearly visible on it.
"Huh? When? What on earth is driving you to do this?!"
"When I went to the bathroom just now. As for the reason..."
His expression became serious. He said shamelessly, "It's embarrassing to admit, but it's lust!"
"Gasp— That's true!"
Miyazawa Yu took a sharp breath. He had to admit that was a good reason.
But if even being completely naked and apologizing didn't work, there was no other way to show sincerity, was there?
It seemed Sister Nanaka was dead set on this. She probably wouldn't change her mind easily.
"How about we clean up the room first? That's the foundation of everything, isn't it?"
"That's true, but it's not enough!"
"Not enough?"
"It should be!"
Miyazawa Yu frowned. Hearing what Iori said, he hesitated for a moment and spoke.
"How about we clean up the room so that it looks like a respectable man's room? That way, Sister Nanaka will feel more at ease, right?"
"That's a good idea! Yu, you do have some smarts in that head of yours!"
He thought this idea had potential!
Since Sister Nanaka was grounding him for being too playful, all he had to do was show his manliness!
Under the watchful eyes of the other three, Iori Kitahara made up his mind. He stood up with great enthusiasm, ready to get to work.
But he quickly realized a fatal flaw—
"That's easy to say... but what does a respectable man's room even look like?"
"We have no choice. Since it's for our junior, we'll put in some effort!"
"That's right! We'll make you a room that shows at a glance that Iori is a respectable man!"
"S-senpai!"
Although they were unreliable drunkard seniors, in Iori Kitahara's eyes, they had become angels, giving off a warm, holy light that made him feel he could rely on them!
Tears of gratitude welled up in his eyes. He patted his seniors on the shoulders and said with complete trust, "I'm counting on you!"
"Mm-hmm! You go and wait for ten minutes! We'll get this done for you quickly!"
They laughed heartily as they pushed Iori out of the room. Ryūjirō Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita immediately got to work for their beloved junior, moving boxes of things from the club room to Iori's room.
"Senpai, what are these?"
After unpacking Iori's belongings and making his bed, Miyazawa Yu couldn't help but be curious when he saw Ryūjirō Kotobuki handle something so gently.
So, he went ahead and cut the tape on the cardboard box.
The next second, a blinding light filled the room! A powerful dose of ecchi energy instantly pierced Miyazawa Yu's retina, engraving itself onto his cerebral cortex.
"This... this is! A Complete Guide to Oppai Aesthetics and the complete collection of Fallen! The Pitiful Holy Knightess!"
"What do you think? They're all collections everyone brought to share!"
"Awesome! This is beyond awesome! Can I borrow them, Senpai Ryūjirō?"
Miyazawa Yu immediately threw the scissors away. He would not allow such dangerous items to be within three meters of a sacred text.
"Of course! Go ahead and take a look! Just be careful not to damage them!"
Seeing that Miyazawa Yu approved of his collection, Ryūjirō Kotobuki laughed and handed him another thick volume. "This one is my favorite. I haven't finished it yet, but you can borrow it first!"
"Arigato, Senpai! You're really... Wait a minute! Weren't we supposed to be setting up a room for Iori? What are these books for?"
"Of course, they're important props! Think about it! What would happen if your mom saw your collection?"
Shinji Tokita, who was carrying another box of DVDs into the room, gave an example.
Miyazawa Yu pinched his chin and looked up, imagining the scene that the senior had painted for him. If his mom saw his collection...
His expression instantly turned dark. His pupils trembled.
"I'd be dead! She'd beat me to death and then throw me into Tokyo Bay wearing cement shoes!"
"That's so tragic. Is Yu from a strict, wealthy family?"
"Well, not really? Just some nouveau riche, but the discipline is indeed very strict."
He ran back to his room in a few steps. Miyazawa Yu quickly brought out a small stack of things wrapped in tin foil.
When he opened it, he revealed a few masterpieces that were just as classic as A Complete Guide to Oppai Aesthetics.
"These are the only ones left after my place was raided. Please accept them!"
"Oh... that's so tragic."
While he said that, Ryūjirō Kotobuki's body instinctively accepted the good books, and he decided to enjoy them tonight.
"Cough, cough! Ryūjirō! Let's get back to the point! When a mother finds her son's dirty magazines, besides being shocked, she should also think, 'Ah! My son has grown up!' right?"
Shinji Tokita coughed and finished his silent power struggle with Ryūjirō Kotobuki. He explained after receiving his share of the books.
"Gasp... That's true! Are you saying, Senpai?"
"That's right! As long as we cover Iori's room with these books, anyone will be able to see that he's a mature college student!"
"Uh... that's a perfect idea, Senpai Shinji! I'm sure Iori thinks so too!"
He instinctively felt that there was some logic to this, but not a lot.
But since it was Iori's room, it didn't matter what happened to it. Miyazawa Yu couldn't find a flaw in the seniors' logic, so he simply gave up thinking.
In less than ten minutes, with the combined efforts of the three of them, Iori's room became...
Very unique!