"Eh? You're already done organizing?"
"Of course! Swiftly and flawlessly. After all, I am a fully independent adult, hahaha!"
Nanaka and Iori's voices came from the hallway. Completely blinded by lust, Kitahara Iori didn't even bother checking his new room before bringing Nanaka in.
Creak!
The door to Kitahara Iori's room opened.
What greeted them was a room filled to the brim with 18+ material!
Erotic magazines stacked high on the desk, a bed covered with adult DVDs, and posters of AV actresses plastered across the walls!
The moment Iori processed the scene before him, his entire body turned to stone. He looked like a lifeless corpse.
"Ahhhhhhhh! No, Nanaka-nee! It's not what you think! This is—"
Nanaka was equally stunned, her face burning red as she averted her eyes. Like a malfunctioning robot, she stiffly walked away with unnatural, synchronized arm and leg movements.
"Ah… Iori-kun is a guy after all. Makes sense…"
"..."
Creak~
The door opened once more, and three heads peeked inside.
"So, Iori?"
"Pretty damn perfect, isn't it?"
"It suits your desires perfectly."
"You goddamn bastards!!!"
Kitahara Iori roared in frustration. Why the hell did they think this was the room of a real man?!
"Eh? Did we fail?"
"Why would you even think this setup was a success?!"
"When a mother sees her child's erotic books, isn't her usual reaction something like, 'Ah, my child has finally grown up'?"
"That makes perfect sense. I remember my aunt had a big reaction back then."
Shiro nodded in agreement, reminiscing about his mother's reaction. It was quite amusing, actually.
"That's not what I meant! And, Shiro, you piece of trash, you were only ten when your aunt found out, right?!"
Kitahara Iori pounded the floor in anger. His entire plan had been ruined by these idiots!
"Eh? Shiro, you were that mature at such a young age?"
"Didn't see that coming."
The two seniors looked at Shiro with newfound curiosity. They had always thought he was just a well-behaved boy; his innocent, squint-eyed, puppy-like face had completely deceived them.
"Well, you know, I've been through a lot~"
After all, in his past life, he had already lived for 20 years.
"This isn't the time to discuss that! I just want a normal room! A room that looks like it belongs to a regular first-year college student!"
Iori cut them off before they could go any further. He didn't want to hear any more nonsense, he just wanted to go to the drinking party!
"That's all? You should've just said so."
"Yeah, that's easy enough."
"But wouldn't that be too boring?"
"…Stop!"
Iori interrupted them and began tidying up on his own.
"I was too naive to rely on you guys. I'll handle it myself. Just take this crap and leave."
"Eh? You're really throwing it all away?"
"Of course I am…"
"I see."
"What do you mean, 'I see'?"
Iori glanced at Tokita in confusion. This guy had been acting weird for a while now.
"Well, you see, Kotobuki was planning to give you a special gift to celebrate your enrollment, one that you'd really like."
"..."
Iori's hands froze mid-cleanup.
—
Outside Kitahara Iori's Room
Chisa was carrying a glass display case as she walked down the hallway. It was originally meant to be discarded, but since Iori was cleaning his room, she figured she'd ask if he needed it.
Since her hands were full, she didn't bother knocking and simply pushed the door open.
"Hey, Iori, do you need thi—"
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
No one noticed Chisa's arrival.
All four of them were gathered in front of the TV, watching a DVD. The plot was surprisingly decent; a blonde, blue-eyed woman engaging in a fierce battle against three… well-endowed, dark-skinned men.
"Mhmm, not bad. I'd give it a 78."
Iori rested his chin on his hand, evaluating the scene.
"What the hell? Not a perfect score? I had high hopes for this one!"
Tokita felt like Iori's standards were way too high.
"Well, mainly because the girl doesn't look great on camera. I've seen her in real life, way better than this!"
Shiro commented nonchalantly. He had actually met the actress at an AV fan event before. He had almost gotten to know her better too.
"What?! You lucky bastard—wait… Chisa? What are you doing here?"
Only then did Iori notice Chisa standing in the doorway.
But right now, her eyes held the same expression one would have when looking at garbage.
Even Iori, whose emotional intelligence was practically negative, realized something was very wrong.
As the host, he felt obligated to do something.
"Uh… wanna watch with us?"
BAM!
—
Chisa left.
Her departure left Iori with a small souvenir—a glass display case lodged onto his head.
"This is all your fault! I've been completely misunderstood!"
Iori glared at the three in front of him. His image in Chisa's mind was utterly ruined!
"I don't think it's a misunderstanding."
"Most people wouldn't invite someone to watch that kind of thing."
"This plot… I think I just saw something similar on TV. Iori, were you trying to reenact it?"
THUD!
Iori pulled the shattered display case off his head.
"Anyway, I need to get this room cleaned up. To purge this filth, I'm kicking you all out. Oh, but leave the DVDs."
"Wait, Iori! This is a matter of our honor now!"
"Yeah! You don't think so too?"
The two seniors refused to back down. The drinking party was still hours away, and this was a direct insult to their pride!
"Please don't. Your ideas are only making my life harder. Just go home already!"
"How about another one?"
Tokita pulled out his trump card, another premium erotic magazine! Without hesitation, Iori smoothly accepted it.
"Alright then! I'll trust you guys one more time! Oh, and I'm taking this piece of trash with me!"
He grabbed Shiro and started dragging him away. After thinking things over, Iori concluded; this guy was probably the root of all his problems!
"Hey! What does this have to do with me?! I was just documenting life!"
"Hah?! Shut up and help out! Don't forget you already mooched a meal off me!"
"Dammit, Kitahara! You're acting like the master of the house already! Weren't you homeless just a while ago?!"
"Shut up, scumbag!"
The remaining seniors silently watched them leave. They reached out as if to say something, but the two were already gone…
"A fresh new room for a freshman, huh…"
"But the freshman just left."
"Well, no choice then. Let's call in another one."
"Guess we have to."
—
"Yo! Iori, Shiro, what were you guys up to? Chisa looked really mad just now."
"Seems like it's because only we received gifts from our seniors."
"I see. That girl, really... How can she get mad over something like that?"
Shiro looked at Kitahara Iori with admiration, this guy's ability to lie had already reached such a level?
"I even invited her to watch with us."
No, that was straight-up sexual harassment!
"Ah! Shiro, Iori, you guys are here!"
Nanaka, who was tidying up, greeted them with a smile.
However, the moment Iori saw her, he panicked. "Nanaka-nee! Please let me explain what happened just now!"
"No need, it's fine. I didn't take it to heart~"
"No! That's not the issue here!"
"By the way, I just called a few friends to ask about it. They said that boys like Iori-kun doing things like that is very common~"
Shiro stared at Nanaka in horror. How could someone with a normal body temperature of 37 degrees say something so chilling? This was practically the equivalent of declaring someone's chuuni ramblings to be their final truth!
Nanaka-nee is a natural airhead!
"Anyway, that room earlier wasn't arranged by me; it was Shiro messing with me, hahaha."
Kitahara Iori threw an arm around Shiro, who had been inspecting some diving equipment nearby, mercilessly shifting all the blame!
(-ι_-)
Scumbag!!!
Shiro was furious. He finally realized why this bastard Kitahara had dragged him down here, it was to ruin his image in front of Nanaura-nee!
"Nanaka-nee, it's not like that! It was Kitahara who—mmph!!"
Shiro tried to explain, but the bastard Kitahara quickly covered his mouth!
"Ahaha, Shiro says he feels really guilty, hahaha!"
"No! It's—mmph!!"
The two immediately started grappling with each other. A scumbag deserves no sympathy!
"Pfft~ You two really get along well~"
Seeing this, Nanaka laughed, her gaze soft and warm, it reminded him of her of ten years ago.
(?°?д°?)
"Who the hell gets along with this bastard?!" ×2
"..."
"Manager, thanks for lending me the tape!"
The two, still struggling, suddenly heard a familiar voice. They turned their heads to see Kouhei returning a roll of tape.
Tape. Newcomer. Room organization?
The two instantly connected the dots, and Shiro's smile turned deviously perverse.
"Oh my, I'm sure Nanaka-nee will be looking forward to the new room~"
Scumbag!!!
Iori screamed internally, but there was no time left. He dashed upstairs!