"Yosh! I'll call and hire a few thugs, and you two can be in charge of getting the seniors drunk and collecting their underwear!"
"Understood..."
"Don't just go ahead and make plans! You're never this proactive at home! Kotobuki-senpai, you need to stop them..."
Seeing the three stooges of the Pab Club's freshmen with their sinister grins, about to get to their respective tasks and launch a shameless sneak attack on TinkerBell. Chisa Kotegawa didn't know how to talk them out of it, so she turned to seek help from Kotobuki-senpai.
But her vision went black when she saw that Ryūjirō Kotobuki had no intention of stopping Yu and the others; he was already taking off his pants!
"Hey! Are you guys working hard?"
Just as Chisa Kotegawa was at her wit's end, a familiar voice came from behind her. She immediately recognized it as Azusa-senpai's!
"Thank goodness! Azusa-senpai! Kotobuki-senpai and Yu..."
Overjoyed, thinking someone sensible had finally arrived, Chisa Kotegawa turned again to tell on them.
But she swallowed the rest of her words because Azusa Hamaoka, in her state of "evil swaying," looked far more unhinged than Yu and the others.
"Oh!!! Senpai!?"
Iori Kitahara and Kōhei Imamura also noticed Azusa Hamaoka. Since they had been defeated in the first round of strip rock-paper-scissors, they had never seen Azusa-senpai in this state.
As the magnificent undulations came into view, the veins around their eyes immediately popped out as if they had activated a Byakugan. They couldn't even manage to text the seniors to gather for a drinking party.
Chisa Kotegawa seized the opportunity to confiscate everyone's phones, saving the TinkerBell club from an undeserved disaster.
"Azusa! Did you walk all the way here?"
"No, I took a part of the bus, or I'd have melted in this weather!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't just start chatting normally on your own!"
Snapping out of his daze, Iori Kitahara could barely speak coherently. Kōhei Imamura was so embarrassed that he covered his face and turned his back.
"Anyway! Put on some clothes first!"
Chisa Kotegawa took off her jacket and ran to Azusa-senpai. For some reason, Chisa always felt that ever since she started college, her jackets seemed to be constantly coveted by others!
"Eh? Is that okay?"
"No! Someone will complain to the committee!"
"Hmph~ Well, what do you think, Yu? Should I put them on?"
Leaning over the counter with a malicious grin, Azusa Hamaoka raised an eyebrow at Miyazawa Yu, who had remained silent, wanting his opinion.
However, Miyazawa Yu's next move stunned everyone. He didn't answer "yes" or "no."
Instead, he grabbed a trash can with a constipated expression and... threw up!
"Hey! To vomit just by looking at my face! Yu, that's too much!"
"Sorry, for some reason, I just feel like I'm getting drunk..."
Azusa Hamaoka's dissatisfied accusation was accompanied by her body swaying. Miyazawa Yu's eyes greedily followed the seductive undulations, but his stomach spasmed involuntarily.
"So what exactly happened that night after we got drunk!?"
Iori Kitahara covered his mouth in shock. To think that just seeing Azusa-senpai could make him feel so drunk that he had to vomit! He suspected that the story of what happened between Yu and Azusa-senpai after he passed out must be incredibly dramatic and full of solid evidence!
"Ugh, could this be... Pavlov's dog!"
Handing Miyazawa Yu his beer to help him sober up, Ryūjirō Kotobuki frowned, then hesitantly held up a finger and explained in disbelief.
"It's possible that Yu has associated Azusa with getting drunk, which is why he has an involuntary reflex to vomit."
"I see, that makes sense. After all, he was forced to drink a full two liters of undiluted shochu..."
Following Kotobuki-senpai's logic, Chisa Kotegawa's eyes instantly filled with contempt for Azusa Hamaoka. Although Yu was in the wrong first, to force a freshman to the point of creating a conditioned reflex was too much, Azusa-senpai!
"Wait, little Chisa! That's not right! We've met a few times since then, and Yu has never acted like this before!"
With everyone's eyes on her, a mixture of pity and contempt, Azusa Hamaoka realized her reputation was at stake and quickly waved her hands in protest.
To that, Ryūjirō Kotobuki raised his hand to vouch for her.
"That's right, when Azusa came by before, Yu didn't have a drunken reaction. So something else must have triggered his reflex!"
"Hmm... what could it be? Something on Azusa-senpai that isn't normally visible..."
Kōhei Imamura's eyes wandered over Azusa Hamaoka's body. Chisa was trying to get her dressed, but the tiny jacket couldn't contain the magnificent feast.
The zipper was pulled all the way up, but it was blocked by a large, plump bulge that couldn't move an inch further. Iori Kitahara was bent over with a face of cold sweat, his eyes glued to it. He kept muttering impolite things like, "Thank goodness!"
"!!!"
Suddenly realizing it, a flash of inspiration hit Kōhei Imamura, and he felt like he knew the culprit behind Miyazawa Yu's Pavlovian response!
But before he could tell everyone his discovery, his leg was grabbed from behind.
"I'll kill you, Kohei! If you dare to say a word, I'll go tell Mizuki-san to bravely pursue true love! With my support, you two could be married in six months!"
"Ehh— No, don't!"
With his life on the line, Kōhei Imamura broke out in a cold sweat after hearing Miyazawa Yu's description, almost drenching his clothes. He didn't care if he died, but his favorite voice actress getting married? He would never allow that!
"Now, what are you going to do?"
"Hahaha... Looks like we have a customer. I'll go take care of them!"
Watching Kōhei Imamura's stiff back as he hurried away, Miyazawa Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked up, confirming that no one else had discovered his secret.
The fact that he had a Pavlovian response to the swaying great evil was just too perverted. No one could ever know!
"System! Get out here!"
"What can I do for you, host?"
"Why are you just watching! Help me out! Can't you see my reputation is about to be ruined!"
Gritting his teeth, he whispered to the system. To solve his conditioned reflex problem as quickly as possible, his only hope was this broken system. He hoped it would be reliable this time.
"Detecting host's predicament. Task has been issued—"
"Task: The first step to a wonderful campus life is to become a star! Please leave a deep impression on at least two thousand students (1272/2000)! "
"Reward: The thing the host probably needs most!"
"!!!"
Miyazawa Yu fell silent, staring at the bright 1272 in the task.
So he was already this famous in school! Although it was probably not a good reputation, to leave a deep impression on over a thousand people was an achievement in itself.
But it didn't matter. He was using the fake name Iori Kitahara anyway, so he wasn't the one being embarrassed.
Since he already had over half the base number, he just had to work a little harder. The audience for tonight's "hard root" contest should be enough to reach 2,000.
Thinking this, he got up to find some water to rinse his mouth, but found that Azusa-senpai and Kotobuki-senpai had already left, and Iori had skipped out on his shift too!
"Hmm? Yu, are you feeling better? How do you feel, is your stomach still bothering you?"
"I'm fine. Where did Iori go?"
Chisa Kotegawa, who was standing in front of the griddle serving customers, handed him a cup of water when he got up and shrugged as she explained.
"Since there weren't many customers, Kotobuki-senpai said we could work in shifts. Iori probably went to buy clothes with Azusa-senpai."
"I see..."
Miyazawa Yu sighed in relief and smoothed out the wrinkles on his forehead. All he had to do now was get through the "hard root" contest without looking at Azusa-senpai's chest!