"Yu, you really deserve to die!"
"Yes, yes, you guys, please get some new lines. My ears are getting calloused from listening to this!"
Covering his ears and leading Nanaka far away, Miyazawa Yuu wore "dead fish eyes," wanting nothing to do with the constantly complaining scumbags—especially that cross-dressing Yamamoto.
Honestly, wearing a dress is one thing, but having twin ponytails was just an eyesore!
If it weren't for the fact that they had to go to the locker rooms in the activity hall to change before playing, he would have disappeared long ago!
"Ah, we're here. This water park is really ridiculous; it's basically designed on the scale of a regular amusement park, isn't it?"
Before they had walked much further, the shaded path came to an end, and the grand central hall appeared before everyone.
Using this as a boundary, everything further inside was the play area. However, the many young ladies in swimwear didn't seem to mind coming to the rest area in their suits to eat; different shades of perfect waistlines were visible everywhere.
"Gah! What is this? Heaven?!"
His footsteps stopped instantly. Compared to Miyazawa Yuu and the other PaB members—who were professional exhibitionists—Yamamoto and Nojima were still just college students from Izu whose pupils dilated with zero resistance to bikini swimwear!
At the end of the day, they were just ordinary college students. Their daily routine was either school or their rentals.
Without mixers, even sheltered young ladies weren't as disciplined as them. Swimsuits were already a luxury to them!
"To be able to see this, I can die with no regrets!"
Clutching his Tulip Class student ID to his chest, Yamamoto Shinichirou felt his blood vessels and heart muscle boiling in sync. Sacrificing his life to sneak in was truly the right call!
"Then please go die quickly, don't waste public resources here."
"Hey, Kohei, look at these guys. So pathetic~"
"Bastard! What do you know!"
As soon as he spoke, Kitahara Iori was aggressively confronted by two scumbags—one fat and one thin—showing their overly ugly faces like a comedy duo.
"How could a guy like you, who lives by the sea and can talk to swimsuit beauties anytime, understand our pain!"
"As expected, normies should just be killed off!"
"I didn't say anything just now. Actually, my feelings toward swimsuits are very normal!"
His expression instantly changed from smugness to that of a good boy. Kitahara Iori suddenly realized that these scumbags still had the right to launch an attack at any time; his speed of face-changing was unrivaled.
However, Imamura Kohei and Miyazawa Yuu both had faces full of disdain for this spineless behavior.
Furthermore, Miyazawa Yuu felt like something was missing from the scene...
Frowning, his gaze swept over Iori, Yamamoto, Nojima, and Kohei who was guarding Aina. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a while before finally realizing what was wrong!
"Wait! I say, does anyone know where Fujiwara went? How did he vanish in a blink again?"
"Fujiwara? Isn't he right next to m—"
Wiping away his tears, Yamamoto Shinichirou turned and pointed his finger at the empty air beside him, his fierce expression also freezing.
True! That guy Fujiwara seemed to have gone silent since he saw the beauties. Could it be he activated his invisibility again...
Looking around, he sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes suddenly bulging with exploding jealousy!
"Found him! That guy is over there!"
Pointing with a shout toward the back of a swimsuit-clad office lady eating a parfait, the scumbag sitting alone under the sunshade drinking ice water and observing at ultra-short range without being noticed was none other than Fujiwara!
"Chikusho! Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because his presence is low?! Although he can't touch, just thinking about that 'ignored series' style makes me super jealous!"
"To ensure the young ladies aren't defiled! Die!"
"Scumbag Mask Fujiwara, meet your end!"
Three pairs of eyes were instantly filled with the fires of jealousy. The scumbag alliance broke and rebuilt in a short time. From three directions, Yamamoto, Nojima, and Iori simultaneously used a "palm technique from heaven" against Fujiwara!
"Hello, here is the cake you ordered, please enjoy~"
"Arigato."
He thanked her with a very normal nod, but Fujiwara Kenta's eyes never left the bikini lady's straight waistline. Honestly, it was a pity not to write some words on a body like that!
But he couldn't overstep; he would just watch quietly like this!
The waitress didn't stop Fujiwara from staring at the other guest at all. Fujiwara Kenta also had the self-awareness to keep his imagination inside his head. He picked up the cake, but before he could pick up the fork—
"Puji!"
As a heavy blow hit the back of his head, Fujiwara Kenta's vision went dark. He felt himself crash into something sticky, and whirlpools spun in his eyes.
"Hmm? What happened?"
Suddenly hearing a loud noise behind her, the bikini office lady, who had been enjoying her parfait with narrowed eyes, instantly snapped them open and looked back. She saw a man being pinned to the table by three furious "Arhats."
"It's nothing, nothing! Just some private business..."
"Sorry for the disturbance!"
"This drink is on us!"
Giving the victim the smoothie that Fujiwara had just ordered and hadn't had a chance to eat yet, Kitahara Iori retreated with a smile to the side of Yamamoto, who was repeatedly "flogging the corpse." Each of them grabbed a leg and dragged Fujiwara away.
"???"
Watching the buzz-cut buff guy's face slide against the ground, leaving a series of milky-white drag marks, the office lady's expression flickered between terror and confusion. She couldn't figure out what these people's deal was at all!
"You bastards! Couldn't you just ignore me like usual?!"
"How could we let you enjoy yourself and get ahead alone? Stay here and eat the dregs with your brothers. I'll kill you!"
"Total scumbag behavior. By the way, Iori, why are you so excited? What for?"
Scumbag Fujiwara was recaptured. Looking at the scumbag group arguing in a completely inhuman mess, Miyazawa Yuu suddenly felt that when these people gathered, there was a strange sense of harmony!
However, the only thing he couldn't understand was why Iori joined in! His "fake girlfriend" Chisa was still watching!
"Oh! Right!"
His body shivered. Reminded by Yu, a moment of confusion flashed in Kitahara Iori's eyes. "It seems my body just moved on its own. After all, a guy like Fujiwara shouldn't even get to drink the soup!"
"As expected, saying you're the scumbag of scumbags in the PaB club is truly accurate..."
His body moved on its own without him realizing? Truly a man who had internalized the scumbag spirit into his very bones. Miyazawa Yuu had nothing to say to that.
Walking a few quick steps through the glass revolving doors, they were greeted by the service desk and the entrances to the locker rooms on both sides.
Hooking his arm around Kohei's neck to pull him away from Aina, Miyazawa Yuu turned to give instructions to the girls behind them: "Then we'll go change first. We'll wait for you in front of the exit~"
"OK, no problem."
"Iori, you must remember not to run off with anyone else!"
Holding up a finger, knowing Iori's personality of being easily led away, Kotegawa Nanaka gave a serious warning before entering the locker room.
If he abandoned little Chisa—who had gathered her courage—and disappointed her after she finally managed to be brave, she would be so angry she didn't know what she might do!
"Hahaha~ Nanaka-san, you sure know how to joke. How could I be so heartless!"
"No, no, no! You look incredibly suspicious!"
Expressionlessly waving his free hand, Miyazawa Yuu felt that Nanaka's suspicion was very well-founded. If he met an acquaintance, Iori was exactly the type to be led away!
But being this far away, it shouldn't be possible to run into an acquaintance, right?
"Then please watch him, Yu. Ganbatte!"
"Don't worry, Nanaka-san. I shall protect Iori's crotch!"
"Goodbye, Big Brother Yuu!"
"Good—"
Smiling as he temporarily bid the girls farewell, Miyazawa Yuu watched the twin-tailed virgin walking toward the female locker room behind Chisa, looking composed as if he had no shame. The second half of his sentence was immediately swallowed back down.
Teleporting in front of Yamamoto, he silently yanked down the gym suit, revealing the very elastic black triangular panties underneath.
"..."
From a level view, he could only see two muscular pectoral muscles and two shameful points. Cold sweat poured down Yamamoto Shinichirou's face, and his thick lips puckered in total guilt.
After five seconds of murderous silence, his "pig brain" was overloaded and couldn't think of any countermeasure. He tapped his head with his hand and stuck out his fan-sized tongue, trying to "moe" his way out of trouble!
"Ehe~☆?"
"Ehe my foot! Get back to where you belong!"
"Uwah!"
His tongue was bitten by his two rows of teeth as they were forced shut by an uppercut. Yamamoto Shinichirou's eyes bulged as he flew backward with a swoosh, finally crashing into a warm, thin embrace.
"Ying~ Nojima? You're still the best!"
"How disgusting! Kill him!"
"Bastard! You actually tried to sneak into the girls' locker room, DIE!!!"
"Let's just burn him directly."
With a dark face, Miyazawa Yuu used his teeth to open two bottles of Spirytus and poured them over Yamamoto. Imamura Kohei, with a twisted expression, cooperatively flicked his lighter toward Yamamoto's "useless item."
"YAMERO!!!"