"Good evening~ Thank you for supporting Mizuki-san's concert, may all bad luck run away!"
"Thank you very much!"
At the campus meet-and-greet site on Aomi Street, a cute girl held the hand of Magical Girl Peach Pink, radiating a blush that symbolized excitement from head to toe.
This small hand, soft like a kitten's paw pad, the smooth silk sleeve extending from the middle finger to the entire forearm, and that small face, which belonged to an ice-cold goddess yet was shyly greeting customers!
Yikes!!!
She couldn't help it! She absolutely couldn't resist. Judging by the face shape and height, she must be a peer, perhaps even younger than herself.
How could she resist, and how could she have the strength to resist!
"A photo! Is that possible?!"
"Ah... Sumimasen, our performance is non-profit, so we don't have a photo service..."
"Eh?"
Carefully trying to back away, but with the makeshift stage behind him leaving no escape route, Miyazawa Yuu could only face the teary-eyed beautiful girl with a forced smile.
"But... maybe we can make an exception."
"That's great!"
Pouncing like a hungry tiger, the cute girl hugged the soft arm of the Magical Girl. She clearly knew the principle of climbing up the pole when given a chance, and she couldn't stop taking pictures!
Finally, the girls queuing behind protested angrily, and only then did she reluctantly give up her spot.
However, even then, she tightly held Magical Girl Peach Pink's little finger, waving goodbye with teary eyes: "I'll call all my friends to support you!"
I already said this is non-profit! You recommending your friends will only increase the workload, I won't get a single penny!
Miyazawa Yuu roared inwardly at the girl, but to maintain his persona, he could only forcefully endure his overflowing rage bar, raising his arm to wave goodbye.
"Mm! You must!"
"...This guy, even dressed as a Magical Girl, is more popular than us!"
"No choice, since his main job is being a pimp, high popularity is normal..."
Spreading his hands nonchalantly, Kitahara Iori looked at the queue in front of him, which was at least three-quarters shorter than Yuu's, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily curled into a smug smile.
And low popularity wasn't without its benefits. At this rate, his queue would be finished quickly, and the chances of his true identity being exposed would also be smaller.
He had to remember that the current state of the three of them was not optimistic. Saying they were dangerously walking on a tightrope was no exaggeration!
The smell of alcohol, especially the alcohol from the 'Water of Life,' was absolutely not easy to remove. The fact that they could receive customers now was entirely thanks to perfume and mouthwash.
But neither of them was a panacea. Anyone with a slightly keen nose could clearly distinguish the strange smell mixed into the Magical Girl's body fragrance (pervert!).
"Well, but there shouldn't be that many people who want intimate, close-up interactions, right?"
"I know, right. Although the boys' gazes are lewd, their hands and feet are refined, and they don't dare to touch us at all, hahaha..."
Exchanging whispers, Imamura Kohei ran his hand through his blue hair and felt that the situation was not a big deal. Mere pure little virgins could be handled with one hand...
"If I were to approach someone, I should still choose the one over there, right?"
"No! The pink-haired one is too lively. She clearly has a lot of experience, we definitely can't handle that kind of socialite!"
"Handle, my foot!!!"
His gaze caught a few scumbags that were an eyesore. Imamura Kohei's pupils instantly constricted, and cold sweat immediately poured down.
They're here! This eerie feeling of being stared at from behind is unmistakable, it's the smell of exposure!
He should have known that those scumbags would absolutely not miss an opportunity for face-to-face contact with Magical Girls! If they were to approach them, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Heh, you guys are such failures. Isn't it true that the more socially adept the woman is, the more they will be attracted to the aura of a young heartthrob like me?"
Shaking his head with a scornful smile, Nojima Hajime placed his hand on his chest and said solemnly, hating their lack of ambition: "Maybe the voice actor will simply take me on as her kept man because I'm young and handsome?"
"Ha?! Nojima, you must be dreaming! Are you trying to cosplay the new Sleeping Beauty by still being asleep at this hour?"
Veins bulged on his forehead, forming the Chinese character for "well" (井). Yamamoto Shinichirō scoffed at Nojima's scrawny physique.
Even if a voice actor wanted a young 'kept man,' a guy like him who couldn't lift a shoulder or carry a weight would be useless to take home. It had to be his own sturdy physique that could give the voice actor a strong sense of security.
Moreover, his capabilities in that area were also much stronger than Nojima's, completely crushing him in all aspects, alright!
"But if Nojima were transported to a primitive tribe, he might actually become the Chief's favorite concubine by relying on his pale skin!"
"I know, right!"
Nodding in deep agreement, Fujiwara Kenta, relying on his low presence, had already unhesitatingly lined up at the end of the blue-haired Magical Girl's queue, before flashing a healthy smile and giving a thumbs up.
"Oh! You bastard, you jumped the gun!"
"Damn it! Quick, occupy a favorable position!"
"Yosh!"
Instantly dispersing to the end of all the queues, the final result was that only Nojima chose the pink-haired Magical Girl, who looked difficult to deal with.
The remaining Yamamoto and Mitarai were partial to the yellow-haired one, after all, the blue-haired one was a bit too flat; the kind whose children would probably starve if they got married!
"Kishuku, those guys really came! What should we do, Iori!?"
"Calm down, Yuu..."
With the crisis suddenly upon them, Kitahara Iori knew that even without the three of them, the remaining members of the scumbag group were not to be underestimated.
What's more, they were now the disadvantaged party in cross-dressing. If they were recognized even slightly, not only the scumbag group but the remaining girls would instantly turn into hostile units!
They must now put their heads together and overcome this difficulty...
"Hahaha~ I know, right, you must come to the next concert too!"
"Yuu!!!"
Looking at Yuu, who had the skills of a pimp ingrained in his genes and was completely immersed in the role, unable to stop, Kitahara Iori could only fling his magical wand across the barrier.
"Ow, that hurts! Where did that bastard... bad person throw that from!"
Snapping out of his pimping mode, Miyazawa Yuu's fully awakened soul took back control of his body, and then he saw Iori frantically using sign language towards him.
"I... dive... silly smile... cut throat?"
Tilting his head, Miyazawa Yuu saw Iori frantically shaking his oppai in exasperation, and a huge question mark rose in his mind.
However, the sound that rang in his ear in the next second made him realize the situation, and he finally understood what Iori's confusing gestures meant!
"Good evening, my beautiful lady. Nojima Hajime is honored to speak with you face-to-face!"
"..."
Looking at the guy in front of him, who was kneeling on one knee, seemingly elegant but in fact a complete pervert, Miyazawa Yuu took a deep breath and forcefully resisted the urge to beat Nojima to death right there.
You, the next scumbag, might die! Was that what he meant? This guy Iori's sign language is terrible!
"Unbelievable!"
"That guy Nojima actually used his own perversion to forcibly drive away the other girls in the queue. He's too brutal!"
Feeling grateful that Nojima didn't set his sights on them, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei both breathed a long sigh of relief as Yuu's face instantly darkened.
If Yamamoto in the scumbag group was a perpetual virgin and posed no threat, and Mitarai was easy to handle because he had a killer girlfriend, then Nojima was the anomaly who was the most unrestrained and arbitrarily exuded scumbag aura!
His unique aesthetic and narcissistic tendencies were hard to fully accept even as his comrades, let alone for the girls he clung to!
"Hmm? What's wrong, beautiful lady? Why aren't you responding?"
Reaching out his hand solemnly, seeing that Magical Girl Peach Pink hadn't responded for a long time, Nojima Hajime looked up and asked seriously: "Is there anything you need help with?"
"Ah, it's nothing, just that..."
Forcing a professional fake smile onto his face, Miyazawa Yuu's eyelids twitched as he tightened the collar that the previous girl had messed up, his brain furiously trying to figure out how to drive Nojima away from him.
If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his arm muscles and would punch him!
That's it! How about pretending to be sick? A normal person would probably politely leave when faced with a girl who is sick but still working, right?
"Actually, I'm feeling a little unwell, so my reaction time is a bit slow..."
Without any psychological burden from lying, and already looking grim from the shock, Miyazawa Yuu simply took advantage of the situation and lowered his voice again, creating a sense of frailty and illness.
"What! Something like that actually happened!"
The act of feigned weakness was exceptionally effective. Nojima Hajime was instantly startled, pressing his hand to his chest with an anxious expression, looking extremely heartbroken.
"Then! How about letting me massage your back for you?"
"I don't need that!!!"
"...He's completely a scumbag!"
Their dot eyes looked like they had reached the end of all scumbags. Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei exchanged glances, their smiles gradually becoming wicked—
There was probably no one in this world more scumbag than Nojima. If Yuu suffered, and they observed from the side, they would gain enough experience.
Dealing with Yamamoto and the others should be much easier, right!
As for Yuu...
"Amen!" X2