"Yes! Thanks to the freshmen's efforts, Chisa has finally agreed to enter the beauty pageant!"
"Oh! In that case, the club's funds will be more plentiful!"
"Next time, let's sell some more expensive and better quality alcohol at the party!"
The next morning, Miyazawa Yu woke up with a pounding head from his hangover, surrounded by the jubilant cheers of his seniors.
Honestly, if Tokita-senpai weren't holding a knife in his hand, the scene could have been mistaken for a flawless sacrificial ritual.
And as for himself and the two other naked men, they were definitely the offerings.
"Hey, Iori, wake up! I think I heard some good news!"
Half-dead, he confirmed with Tokita-senpai that Chisa had indeed agreed to enter the contest. Although he wasn't sure why she had a change of heart overnight, Miyazawa Yu immediately became excited.
Embracing the principle that happiness is better when shared, he slapped Iori Kitahara twice, waking him from his ugly, eye-rolling slumber.
"What did you say... Why does my face hurt so much?"
"Ahem, that's not important! Chisa agreed to enter the beauty pageant! Do you know what that means?"
"It means... we don't have to participate in the 'Handsome Men'?"
Kōhei Imamura, who had only played one round with Azusa Hamaoka, had drunk the least amount of alcohol. He was almost completely sober the moment he woke up, groggily getting to his feet.
"Really?! Why the sudden change of heart?!"
Coming back to life from the brink of death, Iori Kitahara, who had been holding his face and looking for trouble with Yu, was instantly distracted when he learned he wouldn't have to participate in the "Handsome Men."
He quickly crawled over to Kohei and joyfully clasped his hands together, looking at Ryūjirō Kotobuki. He wanted a second confirmation from his senior.
"That's right, and we have something for you!"
Ryūjirō Kotobuki nodded, confirming that Chisa had indeed agreed to enter the pageant. At the same time, he held out two black plastic bags. They seemed to contain something with a distinct, book-like shape.
"Eh~ Persuading Chisa was our duty, we couldn't possibly accept a reward!"
"Could it be diving equipment or something...?"
Miyazawa Yu watched as Iori, who claimed to be too embarrassed to accept a gift, quickly snatched his own. Yu hesitated for a moment and had a vague premonition.
When you're a member of the Pab Club, you should always remember that the only rewards here are alcohol and a friendly hug from a naked man. As for a book...
It wasn't that he didn't trust his seniors. He just wanted Iori to step on the landmine first.
"Ah, I'm so excited!"
It was impolite to open a gift in front of the person who gave it in Japan. So, after getting his gift, Iori Kitahara immediately turned his back and happily opened the plastic bag.
But when he pulled out a high school girl's uniform, his brilliant smile instantly vanished, replaced by a comically exaggerated look of shock.
He stiffly turned his head slightly and saw that Kohei's expression was just as dramatic, like a dry latrine that had been fermenting all summer. He had a rough idea of what was going on, but he didn't show it right away.
Yu hasn't gotten his gift yet! Don't show any abnormalities!
Got it!
They quickly reached an understanding, communicating with an internal voice and a look in their eyes.
True brothers share adversity. Even if they were going to be pranked by their seniors, he wouldn't allow himself and Kohei to be the only ones to suffer!
"Oh! Is this a diving manual? I love it, Kohei!"
Exaggeratedly turning around and hugging the gift to his chest, Iori Kitahara's expression of relief left Tokita Shinji completely confused.
"What diving..."
"Yes! What a great gift! How did senpai know I love this classic work? I'll have to go home and appreciate it properly!"
Before Tokita-senpai could reveal the plan to trick Yu, Kōhei Imamura teleported in front of him, placed his hands on the senior's shoulders, and stared at him with terrifying eyes.
"Right! Tokita-senpai?!"
"Ah... um, it's a little something from us seniors."
Having caught up to the freshmen's thought process, Tokita Shinji nodded at Ryūjirō Kotobuki. The latter also played along and handed the last plastic bag to Miyazawa Yu.
"Take it! It's just a little something from us seniors!"
"Eh? Really?"
Slightly suspicious, but seeing his seniors all smiling at him, Miyazawa Yu had no choice but to take the plastic bag and pull out what was inside.
However, his gift was not a book or a CD, but a suspicious piece of cloth that had no relation to either of the former.
"Hiss... Tokita-senpai, can I just get the cash instead?"
"No!"
"Just as I thought."
Helplessly, Miyazawa Yu found the edge of the cloth and held it up. In the light of the sun shining through the window, a pitch-black pair of trunks shimmered with a holy light.
"...What is this?"
His expression instantly darkened. Miyazawa Yu held the trunks up and turned towards Tokita-senpai, hoping for a reasonable explanation.
However, both Tokita Shinji and Ryūjirō Kotobuki began to play dumb.
"That is a pair of trunks!"
"That's right!"
"Don't suddenly start using archaic language! I'm asking you why you're giving this to me!"
Slap! Miyazawa Yu threw the trunks on the ground. As a staunch boxer briefs person, there was no way he would ever wear something like this!
And! With a distorted expression, he pointed a finger at Iori Kitahara, who was desperately trying to hold back his laughter. He questioned him in a terrifying voice.
"And you two, Iori! Kohei! You two lowlifes were trying to trick me, weren't you!"
"Hahaha! Honestly, Yu really does look good with those trunks!"
"Since it's a gift from your seniors, you should cherish it and wear it with gratitude!"
Sometimes happiness comes from comparison. When Iori Kitahara saw Miyazawa Yu's trunks, he suddenly felt that his high school girl's uniform was not so bad after all.
No, no! In some ways, this treatment can no longer be called senior affection, it's absolute pampering!
After all, the uniform covers up to 70% of the body! Much better than the less than 5% coverage of the trunks!
"You guys! You're gonna die!"
"Woah! You're going to hit me just like that, you uncivilized brute!"
"Shut up! Today, I'm going to make you worthy of that high school uniform!"
As it turned out, Miyazawa Yu was still very strong in his naked state.
Neither the stubbornly resisting Iori nor the fleeing Kohei could escape their fate of becoming human cushions.
In the end, with his legs crossed, Miyazawa Yu, covered in Araki-style markings, sat on the "Iori-Kohei chair."
He held his chin with both hands and spoke to the two unscrupulous seniors with a disgruntled expression.
"Now, where's the explanation?"
"Well... Chisa said she had one condition for participating."
"That both your 'phallus' and 'hard root' contests had to also participate."
They honestly confessed the truth, not only because the aura of a rampaging Miyazawa Yu was terrifying but also because Ryūjirō Kotobuki and Tokita Shinji were a little guilty themselves.
After all, they were also boxer briefs guys. To be honest, a pair of trunks would make the "big gun" look very prominent.
And the "hard root" was a contest between muscular men, so they might have to strike a pose... In short, it was too much for the freshmen!
"I'm not doing it! I can participate in the contest, but the trunks are too shameful! It's even worse than being naked!"
"I..."
There was nothing he could do. Although without trunks, he wouldn't be able to show off his perfect leg muscles, with Yu's superior muscular build, winning shouldn't be a problem. So, Ryūjirō Kotobuki didn't insist.
"That's too bad. I think Nanaka said she was going to bring a camera to take pictures..."
"Huh! Wait a minute! Are you saying that Nanaka-san is also coming to the Spring Festival? Does she not have to work at the shop?"
Catching the keywords, he kicked Iori to a spot where he could sleep undisturbed. Miyazawa Yu slid over to Kotobuki-senpai and asked him in a serious tone.
"Yes, she said she would sneak out when Uncle Toshio wasn't looking. After all, Chisa is also in the contest..."
"I see, thank you, senpai, I understand!"
"...Just asking, but what did you understand?"
"Nothing! I just suddenly feel that trunks aren't so bad after all. My face won't be visible anyway."
Without changing his expression, Miyazawa Yu picked up the trunks he had thrown on the ground and smoothed out the wrinkles. He then left with a swagger, ignoring the disdainful looks from his seniors.
Are you kidding me? If they had told me Nanaka-san was coming, I would have had to show off my best self, even if it killed me.
This is like a peacock's display! When else would I get to show off such a magnificent big gun!