"Iori, do you have a bad feeling about something?"
On the other side of the festival's gourmet street, Kohei Imamura was happily eating oden. But at that moment, an inexplicable chill suddenly surged into his heart.
He was eating hot, steaming food in the middle of a scorching summer, yet he shivered all over, as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him.
"Hmm? What bad feeling? No, I don't feel anything?"
Completely disregarding Kohei's sixth sense, Iori Kitahara casually waved his hand to dismiss the former, and then fixed his gaze on two college girls walking in pairs.
Although their figures weren't as perfect as Chisa's, they had no trace of a male presence nearby, so his chance of success was high!
"Yo~ Are you two exploring the festival by yourselves? It's really hot these past two days. I know a place selling shaved ice over there!"
"Eh, is that so? I mean, going out in this weather is too much of a pain."
"Sweaty all over and everything..."
The two college girls glanced at Iori and originally weren't planning to respond to his approach. There were simply too many hormonal boys like him at school, and they would be exhausted if they responded to every one.
However, when their gaze shifted to the blonde man behind him, and he entered their sight...
Smiling and naturally walking toward the handsome man, the two college girls unexpectedly surrounded Kohei Imamura, under Iori Kitahara's gaze, which went from confident to ferociously jealous.
"Young man, how about you buy us shaved ice? It's really hot~"
"Ugh..."
His face bitter, Kohei Imamura's gaze slowly shifted downwards. To be honest, this kind of overly enthusiastic woman was difficult for an anime otaku like Kohei to handle.
But when the magnificent East African Rift Valley under the deliberately pulled-down neckline was about to be revealed...
"Yoshi! Ikuso (Let's go)!"
"That's great~!"
"Thank you, blonde young man~ What's your name, and where do you live?"
"This guy..."
His canine teeth protruding, veins bulging from his neck all the way to his eyes, Iori Kitahara looked at Kohei, who was surrounded by women and utterly delighted, and desperately realized that he was the one being ignored.
It couldn't be helped. Generally speaking, Kohei, the anime blonde, was indeed better looking than him!
Plus, during the drinking session last night, his last Rarako swimsuit was completely destroyed by Aina. Without the anime character element, he was just a blonde man!
And what was more normal than a blonde man cuckolding someone? Wasn't it just normal...
"Like hell it is!!!"
Picking up a large iron hammer from the strength challenge stall next door, Iori Kitahara's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He flashed behind Kohei, ready to treat this scumbag to a view of the starry night.
In this world, he was the only one who could cuckold others; no one else could cuckold him!
Die!!!
"Ah! There's an AV star over there!"
"Nani!?"
Leaping through the air, Iori's smile, happy for his revenge, grew more arrogant.
However, before the hammer could touch the back of Kohei's head, he heard an exclamation from the crowd.
Ignoring the task of eliminating Kohei, this trash of the world, he landed powerfully on one knee in a superhero pose and instantly craned his neck, looking frantically left and right.
The cuckolding blonde was still there and wouldn't run away.
He could administer justice whenever he wanted, simply by catching him off guard, knocking him out with one blow, stuffing him into a steel barrel, filling it with cement, and throwing him into the sea. Mission accomplished.
But an AV star was different. Missing an on-site appearance of a star of that caliber would be a lifelong regret...
"Ah! My mistake! That looks like a famous voice actor instead!"
"What!?"
Kohei Imamura's pupils instantly contracted to a needlepoint. He abandoned the college girls in a flash, completely ignoring their dot-eyes.
Climbing up high in two bounds, he frantically twisted his head left and right, desperately searching for even a glimpse of the voice actor's back, but unfortunately, there was absolutely none!
The crowded festival showed no sign of a celebrity appearance. On the contrary, a muscular man with huge muscles stood out prominently among the thin, withered onlookers—
"Eek!!!"
"I found you!"
Tossing Iori, who had no signs of life, onto the ground, Miyazawa Yu looked up at the blonde pygmy chimpanzee on the streetlamp with a cruel smile.
It must be said that these two guys had very distinct characteristics. A small deception was enough to make them both run out, saving him the trouble of searching for a needle in a haystack of people.
So...
"Good evening, Kohei..."
"Hold it right there! I can explain!"
"Followed by—sayōnara!"
Flashing in front of the anime blonde, Miyazawa Yu chose to directly deactivate the surrender button.
Half a second later, the former's body finally fell heavily to the ground, rolling his eyes with blood at the corner of his mouth under the tyranny of the Yamamoto Spine Sword, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Ugh..."
Having witnessed the entire process of the blonde from cuckolder to dead man.
The two college girls were completely petrified. They wanted to leave but didn't dare to run away, fearing that hurting the murderer's pride would cause them, two innocent bystanders, to fall into his clutches!
Fortunately, Miyazawa Yu still had some reason left. Carrying the newly captured scumbag and Yamamoto on his shoulder, he showed what he thought was a gentle smile to the frightened beauties.
"Don't worry! We're just filming a movie!"
"Y-yes! Just filming a movie! We didn't see your face!"
"Please forgive us! Onegai!"
Instantly bowing before the muscle god's tyranny, the girls' tears instantly burst out and wouldn't stop.
It couldn't be helped. He was simply too terrifying—with pupils reversed in black and white and veins bulging from the Liberation, Miyazawa Yu was a panty-clad brute in their eyes!
If this kind of guy claimed his main profession wasn't a killer hidden in society, they would both drink standing on their heads!
"Ugh... although I feel the misunderstanding has deepened, don't call the police~"
"We know the rules! Please don't rush out of the alley when we're walking alone at night!"
"That's right! If you're short on escape funds, we're willing to offer a small gift!"
"..."
Such a familiar reaction. Frowning deeply, Miyazawa Yu's memory flashed back to when he first became a muscleman and his bloodline awakened. How did he solve the problem back then...
"Yoshi! I'll let you two go! Be grateful and remember this for the rest of your lives!"
"Arigato! Your immense kindness will never be forgotten!"
"We will erect a permanent memorial tablet and worship it day and night!"
Receiving the promise of their lives, the two girls stood up and ran away, their plump thighs creating an afterimage. This was a speed they couldn't even achieve during physical fitness tests!
"Ah~ it's as effective as always!"
The familiar feeling was back! This power of a muscleman over ordinary mortals.
Since joining the Pab club, Miyazawa Yu had only faced tough scumbags like Iori and Yamamoto, whose vitality was stronger than a cockroach, so they naturally had no reverence for muscles.
But since the beautiful girls were dealt with, the only thing left was...
"Ugh... II ying wu (He is not here)..."
Ten minutes later, the pain in the back of his head made him dizzy, but Iori, whose resilience was incredibly strong, was the first to weakly wake up.
He only remembered that before he fainted, he was looking for an AV star. Then, an evil wind wrapped in a scumbag aura suddenly assaulted him from behind, and he couldn't recall anything else.
"Koh, Kohei... Waaah! Why am I tied up!"
Squinting his eyes to look sideways, Iori Kitahara reached up to rub his throbbing head, but found that he was tied up in a strange caterpillar shape with a tortoise shell binding!
Not only that, next to him was Kohei, also shamefully bound and unconscious with his eyes rolled back.
Yamamoto, with his tongue hanging out and blood on his mouth, and the perverted Nojima, whose clothes were dishevelled, with only a small amount of leather jacket covering his important parts, looking completely ecstatic.
"Wha... what is going on!"
"Oh~ you're awake, Iori. You really are more resistant to being beaten!"
"Yu!"
Looking at Miyazawa Yu, who was stacking firewood at his feet, occasionally wiping his sweat with the honest smile of a laborer, Iori's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat!
Struggling to look up, he realized that he was tied to a large, towering wooden structure.
And if he wasn't mistaken, in this temporary festival structure, only one place matched this description...
"Gulp! Yu, let's talk this out, even if we have to resort to violence!"
"Now, now~ Do you really think I'm someone who would casually resort to violence, Iori? That hurts, but don't worry this time! I absolutely won't harm a single hair on your head!"
"Even if you say that..."
His eyes twitched twice. Iori Kitahara let out a sharp, terrified shriek: "But people will die if they're burned alive! Yamero (Stop it)!"
"Nonsense! People die when they're beaten, but you guys are still completely sturdy, aren't you!"
Showing a ferocious smile, Miyazawa Yu looked at the four or five-meter-tall wooden frame for the bonfire party, his hands itching.
It is well known that creatures like cockroaches are difficult to kill with a simple slipper slap, but if you burn them directly with fire, any carbon-based life form will panic.
He believed that scumbags with the same vitality as cockroaches would also contribute to building a civilized and friendly city in Japan when faced with the purification of flames!