In the soft, easygoing atmosphere created by the college girls, there was one girl who remained completely silent.
Even though we were indoors, she wore light-brown sunglasses and a pink mask. While the other girls all had bright hair colors, she alone had pure black hair tied back into a single ponytail that rested over her shoulder.
What’s with her? Some kind of suspicious person?
“Hey, Maki.”
Right after entering the room, a senpai beside me signaled for me to lean in.
“...You sit in front of that girl.”
Oh great, that pattern again.
The senpai all rushed to sit in front of girls they liked.
I’m used to being the leftover, so whatever...
Doing as instructed, I sat down in front of the sunglasses girl.
“...”
“...”
It feels like she’s staring at me from behind those sunglasses...
If she was wearing glasses like Sasaki, I could at least read a bit of her expression, but with sunglasses? Nothing.
Maybe I’m too used to Sasaki, but seriously—who comes to a group date wearing both a mask and sunglasses?
If I borrow Azaki’s words, a group date is basically a job interview.
No one hides their face at a job interview.
And this time, the group date wasn’t “filling numbers.” Azaki said that eight men and eight women had applied, matching perfectly.
Meaning no one was here reluctantly like me or Sasaki last time.
So if she came to catch a guy by her own will... why hide her face? I seriously don’t get it.
“Alright, let’s start introductions. Makishima, you go first.”
Azaki, the organizer on the men’s side, started taking charge and chose me as the first speaker.
Since I’m under contract with this devil (Azaki), I can’t refuse any order from him today.
Annoying, but let’s get it done.
“I’m Makishima Yuutaro. I’m only a freshman, so I can’t drink, but I’ll be pouring drinks for everyone tonight.”
The Aristo onee-samas gave me gentle, warm applause full of kindness.
“Okay, next is the girl sitting in front of Makishima—”
The sunglasses girl lowered her mask slightly.
“...Satou Tsukino. Junior, Literature Department.”
Satou-san put her mask back up right after speaking.
Pretty much as her vibe suggested—her voice is cool too.
After that, introductions continued, and once they were done, everyone freely started moving seats.
Some groups were chatting two-on-two, and the senpai who already had a target were talking one-on-one with their chosen girl.
And what shocked me was Azaki—the bastard was flirting with the cutest girl among all the Aristo girls.
The world must be ending if a demon like him gets attention from a pretty girl.
The senpai looked irritated at first, but Makishima Yuutaro or not, Azaki Seiichi is still the king who wears number 10 as a freshman. Meaning even senpai can’t complain.
With the king snatching the best one, the senpai had no choice but to aim for the others. Truly a world of survival of the fittest.
Meanwhile, I was being dragged into senpai conversations and forced to flatter them. (Also survival of the fittest.)
Why the hell do I have to praise 3rd and 4th years who still haven’t made it out of the second team?
One of them, already drunk, put his arm around my shoulders.
“I’m super stoic, right?”
“Y-yeah...”
If you were really stoic, you wouldn’t be drinking or even be here right now.
The players above you are literally practicing under the night lights as we speak.
“Haah...”
Fed up with flattering senpai, I sighed and returned to my seat.
Should I really trust Azaki?
Can I really rise up by trusting Azaki Seiichi...?
As doubt crept in, I felt eyes on me.
It was Satou-san, still drinking alone.
She didn’t seem interested in talking to any guy. What did she come to this group date for?
“...Makishima-san?”
Suddenly, Satou-san spoke.
“What’s up? I’m just a freshman, so you don’t gotta use honorifics with me.”
“...............”
“Satou-san? Did you need something—”
“Makki-shima-kuuuun.”
A slightly drunk, short-bobbed big-sister type with huge breasts cut us off.
She pressed her impressive chest against my left arm, bringing her face dangerously close.
“Makishima-kuuun, drink with meee.”
Her sweater had a wide open chest area, and her soft cleavage peeked out as if greeting me.
That’s... wow.
“Come onnn—”
“I told you, I’m still 18, so no alcohol.”
“Booo, not fun.”
I apologized and put a bit of distance between us.
I heard Aristo University was full of refined, well-mannered ladies, but she was aggressively pressing her body against me. This isn’t what I was promised...
“Then let’s sneak out now, just the two of us?”
“That’s... kind of...”
“I thought you were cute ever since I saw your picture before the party~”
At that moment, my phone vibrated with a message.
“Ah—someone’s contacting me. I’ll step out for a moment.”
With my phone in hand, I escaped from the table.
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I hid in the men’s restroom and opened my phone at the sink.
The message was from Sasaki.
Saved by Sasaki... seriously, thanks.
‘Sasaki: Heyyy listen to this! When I opened my window earlier, a butterfly came inside! Summer’s almost here huh—’
A picture of the butterfly was attached.
“S-Sasaki...”
It was so peaceful I almost cried.
I felt like a dad looking at his kid’s picture during overtime.
“Why’re you grinning at your phone~?”
“Huh—”
Dragged back from peaceful paradise into hell—the cherry-hunter onee-sama entered the men’s restroom. Wait—WHAT!?
“H-hey, this is the men’s restroom! Why are you—”
She reached for my lower body.
This is bad. This is REALLY bad.
“Makishima-kun... are you a virgin?”
“W-well, yeah...”
“Woooow, and the girls at Koutou didn’t even attack someone like *you*? Are the girls there all ugly or what?”
So her true nature finally comes out.
Her sharp eyes stabbed into me.
I tried pushing her away by the shoulders, but she wrapped around me like a snake, refusing to let go.
“Ohhh? You’re grabbing my shoulders now? Does that mean you wanna kiss me?”
“Please let go! I’m not—”
She closed her eyes and puckered her lips, leaning toward me.
No—this is bad.
No matter how much I struggled, she clung to me with her arms and legs.
No way. Not like this. I don’t want my first kiss stolen like this.
Sasaki...!
“Somebo—”
Click, click. The sound of heels echoed as long black hair swayed, and a beautiful hand appeared in front of me.
The cherry-hunter’s incoming kiss was blocked by that hand—barely saving my first kiss.
“...Huhhh? Hey, you! Why are you interrupting—”
The person who appeared was Satou-san.
Why is she here?
“I don’t care if you’re Satou or whatever, but Makishima-kun is *my* prey.”
“............”
“Ugh, killjoy. I’m going home.”
Overpowered by Satou-san’s pressure, the cherry-hunter left the men’s restroom.
T-thank god...
“S-Satou-san, thank you.”
“...”
“Seriously, you saved me. She was about to attack me.”
“...”
“Satou...-san?”
“............Then give me a reward.”
“A-a reward?”
She gently lifted my chin with her beautiful hand.
“...Mm. You pass.”
“Pass?”
“For my music—be my boyfriend.”
“Hah?”
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