Bathroom
Shiro stared at the oversized bra in front of him and fell into deep thought...
Thankfully, he was the first to enter the bathroom—if those beasts outside had seen this, it would've been the end!
He grumbled internally, cursing his Azusa again for throwing her stuff everywhere after taking a bath!
He'd already lost count of how many times he had seen this kind of thing in the bathroom.
Seriously, should this be in here? If not in the washing machine, at least in the laundry basket, right?
"Sigh…"
He let out a sigh.
Now wasn't the time to be thinking about such things. He didn't even care about the six beasts outside anymore. As long as they didn't find anything incriminating and returned the room to its original state, it was fine.
Now!
He had to transcend his limits in the bathroom!!!
"Damn it! Why the hell is there nothing here?!"
Yamamoto slammed the table. They had rushed over precisely to stop Shiro from destroying evidence!
"It's just a regular otaku's room!"
The others looked equally defeated. The rental apartment was small to begin with, and they'd already searched the closets and everything else—nothing!
They even helped reassemble the guy's nightstand together!
"I think something's off."
A voice lit up the room with hope. Everyone turned hungrily toward Kohei—did he find something?
"This Aqua figure's clothes… they can come off!"
Kohei was visibly excited as he showed them his discovery, nose bleeding from youthful passion!
(???)
He's hopeless!
This hardcore otaku is beyond saving!
The rest turned away, ignoring Kohei who was lost in his own world, and resumed their "investigation."
Iori was sweating nervously as he watched the four flipping the room upside down.
These guys clearly weren't here to check if Kamishiro had a party.
They were here to prove he did, to find the evidence and convict him!
Honestly, Iori thought they could just skip the whole "finding evidence" part—after all, they'd already locked up the guy who lived here in the bathroom!
"Damn it!"
A frustrated Yamamoto collapsed onto the floor. Iori even thought he saw tears at the corners of his eyes.
He really wanted to find evidence!
"Um... is it possible it was all just a rumor?"
Said the honest Fujiwara.
They had searched this far, and honestly, the room didn't look like a party had happened at all. Even the bedsheets in the closet were clean.
"No way! Absolutely not! We're talking about Kamishiro Shiro—the most popular freshman in school! That face alone can seduce countless older girls!
I can feel it! That guy… that guy gives off an aura of a total scumbag! An aura even stronger than Mitarai's!
And those eyes… there's no way he's a virgin!
Besides, that post was so detailed—it has to be real! Maybe the person who posted it even attended the party!"
Yamamoto shouted with tears streaming down his face, ready to tear Shiro limb from limb. At this moment, his name was Jealousy!
"..."
Iori was speechless. Now he was sure—these guys saw a post, believed it, and then came looking for evidence.
Sure, that scumbag probably isn't a virgin… but Kamishiro's always squinting. How the hell did Yamamoto read his "eyes"?!
And what kind of party guest would post something like that online anyway?!
Sobered by alcohol, Iori calmly analyzed everything.
He had figured it all out—these guys were driven purely by jealousy. They were just looking for a way to convict Kamishiro out of spite.
Very well. He approved.
Shiro really is scum. Why did that guy already graduate from sex anyway?!
"Damn it!"
Thud!
Nojima punched the bed in frustration. A wooden board around the bed collapsed, revealing a pitch-black space underneath.
The air froze. All six faces twisted into creepy smiles fit to haunt children's dreams.
"Soga, Kamishiro's bed was surrounded by wood. I thought he didn't even have space under the bed."
"Haha, yeah. We almost missed it."
"This isn't some horror story, right? No reason to block the underside unless..."
"Unless there's something to hide…"
"..."
They exchanged knowing smiles.
"URA!!!"
They yanked up all the boards around the bed.
"Let's see what treasures this scumbag is hiding!"
Iori dove under first and pulled out a box. The others weren't far behind, each crawling under to search.
In the end—
They found six boxes of varying sizes.
The largest was about half the size of a person. The smallest could fit in the palm of a hand.
"I'll go first!"
Fujiwara wore a twisted grin and picked the biggest box—similar to the one he used to store his "girlfriend" at home. Would this high-level scumbag have something similar?
"Let's witness the sins!"
Without hesitation, Fujiwara opened the box, revealing—
Scantily clad female cosplay outfits! Bunny girl, cat ears, witch… All the sexy anime classics were here, in greater variety than most stores!
"Kamishiro!!!"
Everyone's eyes turned bloodshot. These were obviously women's cosplay outfits!
Damn it! While they were still virgins, this scumbag was already this deep into degeneracy?!
"Got it all written down, Nojima?!"
"Of course! This is sin number one!"
Nojima's veins bulged as he struggled to contain his rage.
"Next!"
Mitarai opened his box, just slightly smaller than Fujiwara's.
It was full of women's clothing and makeup.
The four began to hyperventilate again.
Iori and Kohei's expressions darkened—they recognized those clothes. They were Azusa's. She lived next door, so it was technically normal for her clothes to be here, but...
Normal, my ass!!!
Why were so many of her clothes in this bastard's room?! What were they doing at night?!
Yamamoto silently picked up a lipstick that rolled to the floor, his face full of heartbreak. "Hey… you guys think this is a suppository?"
!!!
A tear rolled down Nojima's cheek. What kind of trauma makes someone mistake lipstick for a suppository?!
Sin number two!
"My turn…"
Yamamoto took a deep breath. He could already hear things clinking around in the box.
"Time to pass the death sentence!"
He opened it.
Pink balls. Pink handcuffs. Black whips. Red candles…
The kinds of props only seen in BDSM films.
This kind of advanced gear caused a critical hit to their virgin hearts—far worse than cosplay outfits!
"..."