Meanwhile—
Kohei was holding his crotch with one hand and grabbing Iori's collar with the other. "You bastard! You set me up!"
Iori: "I didn't do anything!"
He only casually told him to say whatever—Kohei was the one who came up with a contradictory statement!
"Still trying to argue?"
Kohei didn't care and immediately waved toward Kamishiro and the others, calling out, "Comrades! Put Kitahara up there!"
"Yeah sir!" ×n
Of course, Kamishiro and the others had no objections. They were more than happy to have someone else take their place—so long as it wasn't them.
"Let me go!!"
Iori's desperate cries were drowned out by the cheers of the other boys.
A few seconds later—
Poor Iori was now standing on the execution platform where Kohei had just been.
Staring at the massive iron hammer before him, cold sweat trickled down Iori's forehead.
It was genuinely terrifying!
But he still managed to calm himself using his strong mental fortitude.
As long as he told the truth, the hammer shouldn't come down, right?
Hmph, he wasn't about to make the kind of rookie mistake Kohei did!
With that thought, Iori calmed down completely, and even curled his lips into a confident smile.
Nothing to be afraid of!
"Actually, back in high school... Shiina!"
BANG!!!
The massive hammer struck!
"AAAHHH!!!"
Another contestant twitching and holding his crotch appeared on the execution platform.
Seeing this, Kohei smugly returned the erotic magazine he had borrowed to Kamishiro.
Just moments ago, as Iori started speaking, Kohei had flashed the raunchiest page of the magazine right in front of him.
The lie detector wasn't measuring lies—it was measuring physiological responses.
Faced with such a lewd image, of course a virgin like Iori couldn't stay calm!
Under Shiina-sensei's steamy photo, Iori's jewels had honorably fallen—
"Well, this book's actually kind of interesting."
"I liked the one where she acted with that fat guy. The contrast in body size was kinda hot."
In front of Iori, Kamishiro and Yamamoto casually discussed the very magazine that had cost him his balls.
"You bastards…"
Whether it was due to the magazine or not, Iori clearly suffered more damage than Kohei.
He still hadn't stood up.
Turns out, being aroused vs. not aroused makes a huge difference in how much pain you take down there.
Showing no pity for the trembling Iori, Kohei casually shoved him aside.
Since Nojima didn't want to go up as the most outrageous one, they'd save him for last.
Everyone turned their eyes in unison toward Mitarai.
"You're next, Mitarai."
"Better go up there yourself. You can't escape this."
Yamamoto pointed at the empty platform. He preferred to avoid using force if it wasn't necessary.
Cold sweat streamed down Mitarai's forehead as he frantically searched for a way to avoid this fate.
But no matter how he calculated it, every road led to doom!
Plus—
Even if he survived this, he'd be dead anyway when Rie got out of class.
(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)
At that moment, Mitarai felt like going to his doom calmly was actually not a bad choice.
Just as he was about to step up to the execution platform, he saw Kamishiro standing nearby, smiling happily.
Suddenly, a nameless rage surged within him.
"Wait a second!"
Mitarai stopped and pointed at Kamishiro, shouting, "This guy is the one who should be up there! Don't you all have things you want to ask him?"
"He's the school's top star—he's probably done everything we can imagine behind our backs!"
"Maybe even things we can't imagine!"
Kamishiro: Σ(っ °Д °;)っ
Mitarai's backstab came way too suddenly. Kamishiro was completely unprepared.
Damn it—he had been careful to stay low-profile, so why was he still being targeted?
Is this the mysterious resonance between a double and its original?! Totally screws over the original!
"Hahaha, don't listen to him! What secrets could I possibly have? You guys have even been to my room! Sure, there were a few things, but all of them can be explained~"
Kamishiro scratched his head and laughed. Don't be fooled by how calm and logical he sounded—
His forehead was soaked in cold sweat. That speed of thought? Pure survival instinct!
He quickly grabbed Mitarai's hand and started walking toward the lie detector. "Come on, don't waste this sacred classroom time. Nojima's getting impatient over there!"
Nojima: Thanks, not impatient at all. Would love to be forgotten.
Mitarai: "You bastard! I swear on my fan club that you're hiding something!"
The intuition of a degenerate!
Hearing that, Kamishiro sped up a bit, "You better prove that fan club even exists first!"
Just as Kamishiro was about to reach the end—
A trembling hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
A devilish whisper echoed in his ears.
"Don't… be in such a rush… you bastard…"
Iori had, at this crucial moment, shakily pulled himself up and grabbed Kamishiro's wrist. His face was twisted with fury.
As a close buddy, Kamishiro instantly understood that look—
That bastard wanted him dead!
Kamishiro reacted quickly, lunging toward Iori, trying to cover his mouth as fast as possible.
Unfortunately—
He was one step too late~
"Kamishiro the bastard has already slept with over a hundred girls!!"
#EXPOSED!
Kamishiro didn't manage to silence Iori in time. The moment those words left Iori's mouth, several burly men restrained him tightly.
With expressions scarier than demons!
"What's going on?! This guy… this guy..."
"'Over a hundred'? You mean that kind of 'over a hundred'?!"
"Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable."
"Shovels! Cement! Bury him alive! Hahahahaha! One hundred?! A hundred!!! Die a hundred times!!"
Watching the four around him descend into madness, Kamishiro panicked—completely.
This was way more terrifying than playing hide-and-seek at school back in high school!
At least back then, he didn't get caught!
All this time, Yamamoto and the others hadn't known Kamishiro's full story.
They had suspected he might've "graduated" already, but as long as it wasn't explicitly stated, they kept pretending he was just like them.
Even if he had, it must've been before college, right?
After all—
Though Kamishiro was super popular at school, he had no known girlfriend, and they had never seen him get too handsy with any girls.
And after that surprise raid on his house…
They had naturally assumed that Kamishiro was in the same boat as them.
But now you're telling them… this guy silently racked up over 100 girls already?!
Totally unacceptable!
Even if it was in the past, it's still unacceptable!
Just sink into the sea already!!!
Kamishiro: ┗( T﹏T )┛
"Bro, big bros, no, this is just Kitahara's one-sided story, right? You guys know me, I don't even have a girlfriend!
If I did have a girlfriend, someone on the forum would've exposed me ages ago!"
Kamishiro hurriedly tried to talk his way out of it, using the excuse that he didn't have a girlfriend to convince the four demon-like seniors.
At the same time, he kept throwing desperate glances at Iori.
Stop talking!
If you keep going, we're all dead!
And the reply he got… was Iori's smug, twisted grin!
'Die, why don't you!'
"If you wanna know the truth, just make him get up there~"
Iori pointed at the Charpy Impact Test Polygraph Edition and pulled out his phone, ready to start recording.
This time!
He was going to post it on the forum!
Revenge!
Payback for everything until now!
He had already thought of the post title:
"Most Popular Freshman Suffers Tragic Injury in Experiment, Hospital Diagnosis Suggests Permanent Dysfunction!"
He was going to strip Kamishiro of his womanizing rights for the next three years!
From now on, he'd be spending every day fending off muscle bros!
Kukuku~
Yamamoto and the others didn't even hesitate and immediately agreed to Iori's suggestion.
At this point, things like Nojima or Mitorai weren't important anymore.
They just wanted to know what kind of god-tier life Kamishiro was actually living!!!
And not just that—
They had iron buckets, cement, and other tools of destruction on standby.
Just in case they didn't get the answers they wanted, they'd have a very... hands-on way of expressing their jealousy.
Standing in front of the Charpy Impact Test Device, Kamishiro twitched at the scene before him.
What a mess...
But!
This wasn't a dead end yet!
If Kitahara had real evidence, he'd be done for.
But a polygraph?
Heh.
Did they not understand the value of someone who'd been "exploded" all through high school?
Time to show them what true pressure resistance looks like!
BANG!
A deafening crash almost startled Kamishiro off his feet, but he managed to stay composed at the last moment.
Otherwise, the hammer would've come crashing down on him before anyone even asked a question…
He looked toward the source of the sound—
Yamamoto was seated with a stern expression, surrounded by a group of onlookers.
Kitahara, that bastard, had somehow gotten a flashlight and was now shining it directly on Kamishiro's face.
This whole setup... reminded Kamishiro of a police interrogation scene.
No, wait—
This was worse than a criminal interrogation!
When have you ever seen a suspect strung up in a big "X" formation with chains, and a hammer hanging over his "little brother" as a threat?
No humanity left at all.
Even Satan would be taking notes!
Yamamoto: "Name."
Kamishiro: "Kamishiro..."
Yamamoto: "Age."
Kamishiro: "20..."
Yamamoto: "Home address."
Kamishiro: "..."
Kamishiro really wanted to complain, but he wasn't entirely sure just how stupid the polygraph was.
Judging by Kohei's earlier tragedy, it was probably best not to say too much.
Luckily—
Thanks to a reminder from Fujiwara, Yamamoto quickly got to the point.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Faced with this question, Kamishiro gave a confident smile and firmly declared, "No!"
That was the truth!
A big, fat truth!
Seeing no reaction from the polygraph, the others started to relax.
Seemed like Kamishiro really didn't have a girlfriend. That meant... everything was just Kitahara's scheme!
Iori twitched slightly as everyone started turning on him again. These guys really weren't thinking outside the box—asking all these irrelevant questions.
"You guys do realize, right? You don't have to be a couple to do that kind of thing."
Hearing that, the four degenerates paused—
Then the rage reignited in their eyes.
Yamamoto: "You mean that?"
Iori: "If it starts with 'hook,' then yes, that's the one."
Yamamoto: "I—?!!!"
Iori: "Hookups. And completing the '100-girl conquest' achievement."
BANG!
Another furious slam of the table.
Yamamoto, barely suppressing the urge to bury Kamishiro alive, asked again:
"Have you achieved the 100-girl conquest?"
"No!"
Same firm tone as before!
And the polygraph? Still calm, just like before~
The room went silent.
All four degenerates turned to look at Iori, waiting for an explanation.
Iori: Σ(っ °Д °;)っ
Don't look at me!
I'm just as confused as you are!
If anyone here was the most shocked, it was definitely him.
How was this possible?!
He clearly heard this scumbag Kamishiro admit it out loud back in GB!
Kohei and Chisa knew too... wait, Kohei!
To confirm, Iori turned to Kohei and asked, "Kohei! Didn't Kamishi admit he hit 100 before?"
Kohei thought for a second, "I think he did say that, but... maybe he was just bragging?"
BOOM.
Kohei's words hit Iori like a lightning bolt of realization.
Right! Kamishiro could've just been talking crap!
Damn it!
Why did he believe that bastard back then!?
We're talking 100 women here!
Think about it—
Even if he did it with a different person every day, that'd still take 100 days!
And Kamishiro still had to go to school—how could he possibly do it daily, with different girls?
I was tricked!
Watching Iori stew in regret, Kamishiro's lips curled into a victorious smile.
He could guess exactly what Iori was thinking right now.
What a shame~
The 100-girl conquest? Totally real.
After all, he'd been in Tokyo for three full years.
That's over 1000 days!
Completing a 100-girl achievement?
Not hard at all~
If he hadn't ended up getting wanted by the law later, he would've hit that milestone back in his second year of high school!
Heh heh~
And why didn't the polygraph react?
Because of his god-tier pressure resistance.
He was a man who'd survived being "exploded" constantly in high school. You think a hammer hanging over his junk was enough to scare him?
As long as he didn't look!
He could mentally convince himself there was no hammer at all!
Yup—
Kamishiro had his eyes completely closed while lying.
Thanks to his naturally narrow eyes, no one could tell whether they were open or not.
Everyone just assumed he was still looking straight ahead.