"Nice to meet you!"
Four girls, wearing the same heavy makeup that Aina had during the school festival, appeared before everyone!
The moment Iori, Kohei, and Nojima saw the four "makeup-covered corpse beasts," they immediately pointed their chopsticks at themselves!
They decisively gave up!
Iori's face twisted into a grimace as he glared at Aina. He didn't even need to think to know who was responsible for this disaster!
Why does this girl love this kind of makeup so much? Can't she just learn proper makeup skills?!
The three of them were already feeling the urge to retreat. Even as desperate virgins, they couldn't bring themselves to be attracted to these "makeup-covered corpse beasts."
"Hehe, pleased to meet you."
∑(?д??lll)
The three of them stared at Yamamoto in shock, watching as he shyly scratched his head and greeted one of the "corpse beasts" with a bun hairstyle.
'Idiot…!'
'Do you even realize who you're talking to?!'
'We should just retreat for today!!'
The three frantically tried to signal Yamamoto with their eyes, but he was already blinded by desire and completely oblivious to their warnings.
In just a short moment, he had already ordered beer and locked his sights on a side-ponytail, purple-haired girl! His chopsticks were pointed straight at her!
The three of them clutched their faces in despair. They had just witnessed Yamamoto's unwavering determination to lose his virginity!
"Cheers!"
One guy and four girls happily raised their glasses, while three others sat beside them, looking as if the world was ending.
"Come on, let's introduce ourselves."
"You're right~"
The girls giggled. To them, this mixer was a nice little break.
"I'll go first!"
The purple-haired girl volunteered, eager to finish introductions so she could start drinking. She had a lot of frustration to vent lately!
"My name is Kamio Kiyoko—"
Before Kiyoko could finish, her eyes widened in shock as she stared blankly behind Iori!
A narrow-eyed man with a vicious expression was creeping up behind Iori, holding a towel in his hands.
And she knew this person. More precisely… even if he turned to ashes, she would never forget him!
It was none other than the scumbag she had been searching for but could never find—Kamishiro Shiro!
She never expected to run into him here! Furious, Kiyoko immediately pulled out her kitchen knife-shaped phone case. The glinting silver made Yamamoto shudder, almost thinking his dirty thoughts had been exposed.
Kiyoko's friends also noticed her strange reaction and followed her gaze.
A strikingly handsome man stood behind Iori, pressing a white cloth tightly over his mouth and nose.
Iori, sensing danger, struggled frantically, but it was useless. The moment his legs twitched, he passed out cold!
Kohei, horrified, leaped away from his seat. What the hell?! Did he just witness a murder?!
Shiro, now satisfied, let out a refreshed sigh.
Hah! And you thought you could tie me up?
He had spent two whole weeks studying bondage techniques, and Northfield's pathetic knots were nothing to him. He had already freed himself before they even left!
If it weren't for the time needed to prepare the sedative, he would have stormed in long ago. Did they even realize how much skill it took to survive being Ranked No.1 on the "Guys Most Wanted for Assassination" List?
Shiro's sharp eyes swept to the side, where Kohei was trembling in fear.
But he had no intention of going on a killing spree. After all, in a proper mixer, the number of men and women should be equal. Now that Northfield was out, everything was perfectly balanced!
Alright, then.
Let's see what this mixer is all about!
Shiro turned to look—
(???)
Three makeup-covered corpse beasts…
His face remained expressionless as he hoisted the unconscious Iori back up.
BANG!
Iori's head made a resounding impact with the table, the beautiful sound of two wooden objects colliding echoing through the room.
Shiro had no time to worry about that. After setting Iori upright, he slowly backed away under everyone's stunned gaze.
"…My apologies. I mistook him for someone else!"
His face was filled with sincerity, with absolutely no trace of deception. The two girls who didn't know him almost believed it was just a misunderstanding.
Shiro's face remained blank, but internally, he was screaming.
'This is a mixer? What kind of mixer is this?! This is a freaking banquet of demons!!!'
He, Kamishiro Shiro, had attended countless mixers in his lifetime, but this… this demonic-level gathering was a first!
This was not what a mixer should look like!
He should have known better than to expect anything from these idiots!
When he entered earlier, he hadn't even looked at the girls' faces. He just saw Yamamoto chatting happily and assumed it was a normal mixer. But no.
This was a hellish game.
Shiro turned his gaze toward Yamamoto with a hint of fear. This guy… There's no way he's normal!
Now that he knew the truth, all he wanted to do was escape!
Damn it, did he use too much sedative earlier? That idiot Northfield was definitely out cold.
Well… at least this just meant one less guy. For these beasts, that should be a good thing, right?
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly retreated. If he looked closely, the remaining three guys and three girls actually seemed quite well-matched in appearance.
Hopefully, they have a wonderful night together~
…Wait!
Wasn't this supposed to be a 4v4 mixer?
Where's the last person?!
—TING!
The sound of a blade being drawn echoed in Shiro's ears.
A glint of cold silver appeared right next to his neck, followed by a devilish whisper.
"Well, well… where exactly do you think you're going, scumbag?"
=????(??? ????)
Feeling the chill of the blade against his skin, Shiro froze in place.
That voice… it sounded uncomfortably familiar.
No, wait… it was way too familiar.
He turned his head slightly, and what entered his vision was—
A familiar purple side ponytail.
Shiro's eyes filled with terror.
Side ponytail. Purple hair. Smiling face. Kitchen knife. Big chest…
Oh, hell no!
It was his ex-PY Kamio Kiyoko!
The very same Kiyoko who had once chased him with a knife! Back then, he had only survived by escaping to Azu-nee's house!
Why was she here?! Was the world really this small?!
And more importantly—why the hell does she always carry a kitchen knife?!
Shiro's mouth twitched.
At this point, playing dumb wasn't going to work. She had clearly recognized him.
What he needed to do now was stall for time—and most importantly, keep that knife away from his neck!
"Uh… Kiyoko-chan?"
"Oh? What is it, Mr. Scumbag?"
"…Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course! But since this is a mixer, and given your criminal record, I'll go with you~"
{{(°△°; "}}!
"…Can I refuse?"
Kiyoko's face held a "benevolent" smile.
"What do you think?"
"〒▽〒 …Understood."