Yamamoto silently stood up and walked toward the bathroom, black whip in hand.
"Wait up, Yamamoto—there's still three boxes!"
Iori stopped him and pointed at the remaining ones. He was just as furious, but he hadn't lost his mind.
"Kitahara! That scumbag… he's not even human anymore. Just let me bury him!"
Yamamoto grabbed Iori by the collar, sobbing uncontrollably.
The atmosphere turned strange. If this were a shonen anime, Yamamoto would be the crying female lead, and Iori…
Would be the hero saving her.
"We're not done yet…"
There was enough evidence to convict Kamishiro.
But to bury him? Not yet.
That pervert might try to deny everything.
There were still three small boxes left.
And knowing Kamishiro's insane tendencies… there could be photos. With those, he'd have no way to talk his way out!
"But…"
"I'll go. Just this once," Nojima said, taking off his glasses. It was do-or-die.
He opened the box—
Golden light!
A few magazines appeared in view.
All of them featured naked muscle men on the covers. Not a single woman.
"..."
Silence. The kind found in dark alleyways at 2 AM.
Even Yamamoto stopped crying. He shakily picked up the magazines one by one—
It was real.
Real erotic magazines… but all men. Not a single woman inside.
The room remained silent.
Things… had taken a strange turn.
Kamishiro Shiro's sins: minus one.
"Next box!"
Kohei opened his.
More golden light!
Yamamoto and the others looked hopeful. Could this one finally condemn Kamishiro?!
Discs!
Everyone was excited. These had to be recordings of Kamishiro's parties!
They ignored the two men on the cover—had to be a distraction!
Holding their breath, they played the disc in Kamishiro's room.
"I don't mind that you're a guy."
"Eh? Really? Actually, I also…"
Click!
Yamamoto shut off the screen just before the unspeakable part.
The room turned heavy again…
Kamishiro's sins: minus another one!
"Then… it's down to me…"
Iori swallowed nervously. Everything now depended on the final box, the smallest of them all.
Everyone huddled close as he slowly opened the wooden box—
Colorful!
Photos!
Spicy, steamy photos!
Of naked men! Drinking together!
SLAM!
Iori shut the box instantly—but it was too late. They'd seen it.
The four were petrified. The implications of those photos were too great.
Because…
Most of the men in those photos were Iori and Kohei!
They stumbled back in shock, the realization dawning upon them. It all connected!
Kamishiro liked men?!
He wore those cosplay outfits himself?!
The makeup and clothes? His!
The props? Also his!!
And the videos and photos…
AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Their worldviews shattered.
This meant Kamishiro might be into Iori and Kohei—and the party he held… was a naked man party?!
"Um… this is a misunderstanding,"
Iori muttered, face dark as he cursed Kamishiro in his heart. Why did that bastard like taking so many photos?!
And not even explicit ones—just drinking parties! Though, yes, they were all naked…
"Don't come near us!!" ×4
The four screamed. Now that they understood everything, they realized how naive they had been.
They were lambs led to the wolf's den!
Iori and Kohei twitched. If they let these four go, they'd be all over the school forum tomorrow!
No way!
They exchanged glances and blocked the door together.
Even if it was 2v4!
For their reputations, they couldn't let them escape!
They were fired up!
Creaaak~
Shiro walked out of the bathroom.
He looked at his room in silence. From the noise earlier, he knew something big was happening… but this big?
{{(°△°; ")}}!
Seeing the six opened boxes, he started trembling. It had all been discovered…
But…
Why did the atmosphere feel so off?
"Um… can someone tell me what's going on?"
He asked weakly. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand what was happening.
Iori and Kohei looked like predators.
The other four were clinging together, looking very emotionally involved…
"Something… unexpected happened!"
"In any case, we can't let them leave!"
(′｀;)?
Shiro was even more confused. Were they insane again? He didn't get it at all.
"Photos! Forum! Door!"
Iori explained vaguely.
That made Shiro's eyes change—filled with murderous intent.
"Alright. Now I completely understand!"
{{(°△°; ")}}!
"Why do you understand now?! What happened between you guys?!"
The four clung to each other in fear. They had no fight left in them. They were scared that resisting would only make the three of them more excited!
But fate hadn't completely abandoned them.
Just when they thought it was all over—
Creaaak~
"Yo! Shiro, your place is pretty lively!"
"Ah, great! Shiro, we didn't find the perverts you mentioned~"
Angels!
Purple-haired and brown-haired angels!
Upon seeing the two, the four clung to them without hesitation.
Please, take us away! Save us, oh angels!
Shiro and the others silently stepped back. They weren't worried for the 'girls' at all.
Because…
"Shiro, are these your classmates?"
"So energetic! In that case, let's all join our drinking party. It's our first time hosting one at your place."
Tokita and Kotobuki smiled, holding beer, looking totally clueless...
But none of that mattered anymore—just drink!
The four stood frozen in place—those angels… had suddenly turned into demons!
And not just any demons, they were the same type as the ones from the magazines and the video earlier!
"Strip rock-paper-scissors!!!"
"Oh yeah!!"
"Nooo! Mom, I wanna go home!!" ×4