Kitahara Iori was dragged away—not peacefully. Even as he was taken, he kept shouting bizarre things like "cousins" and "living together."
Because of this, Kotegawa Chisa stepped forward to offer him a few words of comfort.
Strangely enough, the soft voice of a beautiful girl seemed almost too effective. After being comforted, Iori fell into a baby-like sleep. Whether or not he'd escape later was anyone's guess.
"Hello! I'm Kotegawa Chisa. Thank you for calling the security guard earlier—it really helped!"
"Ah… don't mention it, as long as you're happy…"
A pretty girl not only came up to speak to him but also bowed in thanks. Miyazawa Yuu, who had no sportswear and whose figure was sealed away, couldn't shake the sense that something felt off.
Besides, he couldn't exactly tell her that the security guard had originally come to arrest him, and that Iori had simply taken the fall in his place.
But Kotegawa Chisa? That surname wasn't all that common… and she had the same orange-red hair color too…
"Um, Chisa-san—may I call you that?"
"Of course. Go ahead, Yuu-kun."
"Hss… You know my name! Don't tell me you're Nanaka-nee's little sister?"
Even with his mask on, being addressed by his real name made Miyazawa Yuu suck in a sharp breath. It felt like someone had yanked down his pants in public. After all, his current state was hardly dignified.
His only pair of pitiful boxers stretched tightly over his rear, the bulge far more obvious than Iori's.
"I suppose you could say we're acquainted, but to you, this is our first meeting. Please take care of me from now on."
She carried little hostility. Chisa's harshness toward Iori stemmed from her disappointment at seeing her childhood memories shattered.
As for plain perverts—well, even without Iori or Yuu, the Pab Club seniors played strip rock-paper-scissors at the bar.
She had long since grown desensitized to such things.
"I see. Pleased to meet you!"
Yuu's eyes lit up. Outwardly he kept his demeanor honest, but inside his mind was already racing.
After all, the possible "tags" that came with having an older and younger sister duo were endless. Just thinking about it made his blood race!
Even better, Chisa's obvious tsundere vibe contrasted sharply with Nanaka-nee's gentle nature. Together, they wouldn't feel like "two of the same."
For someone like Yuu, who thrived on variety, this was a godsend.
"Hss… Why do I feel like you're thinking something indecent?"
A sudden chill ran down her back. Seeing the boy's eyes sparkle dangerously, Chisa had a bad premonition—like she was being stalked by a predator.
"No! Of course not! I was just thinking… about club recruitment! Right, Nanaka-nee is working hard at that, isn't she? I can't fall behind!"
Surprised by her sharp intuition, Yuu quickly looked away, pretending to talk about something proper.
The "sister tag" fantasy was swiftly shoved into the mental trash bin. After all, he hadn't even conquered Nanaka-nee yet—getting greedy for Chisa would just be overreaching.
And even if he managed to win the hearts of both sisters, "sister tag" relationships were far riskier than a normal harem—one wrong move and it'd all come crashing down.
Was it worth risking the whole forest just to pick two trees? That was a question worth pondering.
"It's rare for you to think of your sister first. She should already be helping out with club recruitment. If you want to join… you should probably put on some clothes first."
Somewhat surprised that Yuu's first thought was of his sister, Chisa looked at him with new respect.
And if she remembered correctly, hadn't he even wanted his sister to witness his "victory" last night?
Even if it was only a strip-rock-paper-scissors victory…
A strange light flickered in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, Chisa removed her outer jacket and asked, "Why don't you borrow mine for now? Didn't you squeeze yourself into sportswear before?"
"Really!? You'd let me?!"
Yuu stared at the jacket in disbelief.
He wanted it—but didn't dare take it.
After all, Iori's disastrous example was still fresh in his mind. He had no desire to join that idiot on a tour of the police station, eating pork cutlet meals in custody.
"Take it. I have another one. You can return it to Nanaka-nee later."
Chisa, oblivious to his suspicion, assumed he was just shy. Reassured, she pushed the jacket into his hands and turned to leave.
Left holding a girl's jacket, Yuu stood dumbfounded for a long moment.
By the time he realized he should tell her he couldn't actually fit into just any clothing, Chisa had already vanished.
Helpless, he slung the jacket over his shoulders.
Breathing in the faint fragrance left behind by the beautiful girl, he wandered through campus, searching for where the club booths were set up.
"Soccer club—come check us out! Twice into the city-level tournaments, with pro-level coaching. Don't miss it if you love sports!"
"Cooking club! No membership fees! Cook and eat on the spot!"
"Swimming club! Senpai will coach you! Senpai will coach you!"
It didn't take much effort. Following the flow of students, Yuu easily stumbled into the middle of the club recruitment event.
But this was Izu University, one of the more prestigious schools. The variety of clubs here was beyond imagination.
At a glance, he couldn't even see the end of the rows of booths and tents. How was he supposed to quickly find Nanaka-nee's club?
Head aching, Yuu reached up to scratch his scalp—only to feel the smooth silk of the Minotaur mask.
Come to think of it, their strip-rock-paper-scissors match last night had gotten too wild. His sportswear, which had sealed his build, had been shredded to pieces.
Fortunately, everything from the system had an automatic recovery function—though it required a 12-hour cooldown. By his count, it should almost be ready again.
Thinking this, Yuu opened his system panel.
To his disappointment, the sportswear icon was still grayed out, with over an hour left on the timer. He'd have to wait a bit longer.
"Troublesome… Maybe I should borrow one from Senior Toshiro? If it's just a jacket, I could probably make it work."
Chisa's jacket was out of the question. Wearing it would just be too perverted.
After some thought, Yuu set his sights on Senior Ryujiro instead.
That guy looked like the type who napped all over campus, so he probably kept spare clothes in a locker somewhere.
But before Yuu could put his plan into action, a blond-haired student was suddenly thrown in front of him.
"Get lost! I told you already—this isn't some Service Club! This is the real Tea Ceremony Club, you damn weeb!"
"No way! That's impossible! In anime, the tea ceremony club or the literature club is always a front for a maidens-only Service Club!"
"Keep dreaming! In your dreams you can have whatever you want—ojou-samas included!"
With a huff, the tea ceremony club senpai turned back, ignoring the delusional blonde who had barged in demanding to date high-class ladies.
"Damn it! Aren't I supposed to be the protagonist!? The story isn't supposed to go like this!"
Head hanging in frustration, tears streaming down, the blond youth clearly couldn't accept that his Service Club fantasy was nothing but his own delusion.
And if Izu University didn't have a beautiful-girl-centered club revolving around him, then all his efforts to get in here would be for nothing!
Unforgivable!
"Otaku… scary. I think this guy's name was Kohei?"
Glancing at the resume that had been thrown out with him, Yuu clicked his tongue and quickly slipped past.
No way was he getting involved with someone who treated anime as reality.
Even delusions should have their limits. Expecting rich ojou-samas to throw themselves at you? Utter nonsense.
A true harem could only be built through your own hard work and clever mind, dammit!
This Kohei guy was way too low-purity. We're not playing with him!