"Crack!"

Shirogane Kei could almost hear something shatter inside her head.

All… of them?!

Mai Sakurajima? Utaha Kasumigaoka? Eriri Sawamura? Yukino Yukinoshita?

Each name was as dazzling on campus as the moon and stars—each with enough admirers to circle the track three times.

And… all of them were Rei Ao-senpai's girlfriends?!

"???"

Kei's pupils blew wide.

Her fingers clenched around the teacup until her knuckles went white.

Her mouth opened, but her throat felt stuffed with a wad of sizzling cotton—no sound would come out.

The sheer shock was like an invisible sledgehammer slamming into her crown, sending black spots across her vision.

Her ears rang, her brain crashed, and only those four names and the words "all of them" kept ricocheting around inside her skull.

Mai Sakurajima lifted her eyes from a magazine.

Seeing Kei standing there like she'd been struck by lightning, her worldview in ruins, Mai's red lips quirked ever so slightly—then she lowered her gaze again as if nothing had happened.

Tohru paused mid-polish, poked her head out, and peered over curiously, the ahoge on her head wobbling in confusion.

Time seemed to freeze with Kei stuck in stone.

Like a wind-up doll with the spring yanked out, she stood there stiffly cradling a now half-cold cup of tea, staring blankly at some point in the air.

Inside, she was weathering a magnitude-ten earthquake plus a volcanic eruption, with the epicenter being the man calmly sipping tea on the sofa.

A long moment passed

before she managed to scrape together a few fragments of consciousness from the wreckage.

A wave of bone-deep fatigue and a tangle of feelings crashed over her.

Affection?

Still there, but it felt buried under a thick layer of ash.

Disappointment?

A little—for the fantasy that had just shattered.

More than anything, it was the dazed helplessness of having her understanding of the world turned upside down and… a faint sense of rejection?

So the senpai really is… a shameless playboy?

The dizziness of information overload made her want to retch.

Nope.

She needed to get out of this suffocating place right now.

If she stayed another second, she'd split apart on the spot.

"S-senpai!"

Kei shot to her feet.

The sudden, stiff movement almost sent the teacup flying from her hands.

She fought to keep her voice steady.

"I… I should get going! Thank you so much for having me!"

She bowed deeply, only wanting to flee this surrealist nightmare as fast as possible.

But just as she straightened and moved toward the entry—

"Ah!"

A blinding burst of white light detonated before her eyes without warning, like a flashbang going off at arm's length!

"Ah!"

Kei squealed and squeezed her eyes shut; tears sprang up at once from the glare.

Then something light and soft, faintly warm, draped over the top of her head.

The feel of it… was very particular.

The light faded.

Kei blinked through watery lashes, still rattled.

She instinctively raised a hand and took the fallen thing off her head.

It felt soft to the touch, carrying the faintest trace of a girl's body warmth.

She looked down.

Pure white.

Triangular.

A delicate lace trim around the edges.

Size… very petite.

This—this was unmistakably a girl's underwear!!!

"Boom—!!!"

Kei's brain CPU officially blew out.

The bits of worldview she'd just barely glued back together were blasted to dust again.

Clutching the little white panties, she froze in place like she'd been hit with a petrification spell,

her face going from bloodless to crimson in the span of a heartbeat.

What… what on earth was happening now?!

A pair of worn girls' panties dropping from the sky?!

Before her system could reboot, another searing flash of white burst to life with a sharp "ah!"

This time, it was less than a meter in front of her.

When the light cleared, a figure stood there out of thin air—a blonde girl who looked younger than Kei.

Her hair spilled like molten sunlight, dazzling and loose around her shoulders.

Perched askew on her head was a tiny halo-like metal ring, which was flickering unsteadily at the moment.

She wore an oversized—borderline sloppy—pink bunny onesie, one foot in a fuzzy slipper, the other bare on the cold floor.

She seemed freshly yanked from sleep, her gaze still hazy.

Her doll-like face carried a faint, grouchy just-woke-up look.

She didn't even glance at Kei, who stood there frozen with the underwear in hand.

Rubbing her messy hair and stifling a yawn, she looked straight at Rei Ao on the sofa and asked, in a nasal, utterly familiar (borderline bossy) tone:

"Hey, Rei Ao, you big meanie—have you seen my thing?"

"The white one… I think I accidentally flung it off when I teleported just now…"

Her voice had a strange, cleansing purity to it, oddly mixed with a bone-deep laziness.

"…"

Rei Ao's hand, still holding his teacup, stalled mid-air. The corner of his mouth twitched of its own accord.

His expression was complicated—equal parts "I knew this would happen" and helpless amusement.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Shirogane Kei, who stood like a carved statue— and at the very conspicuous little white scrap of fabric in her hand.

Gabriel (the blonde girl) followed his finger in confusion and turned her head.

Her gaze landed on Kei's hand.

The air—went dead silent.

Gabriel's sleepy eyes flew wide open!

Her fair cheeks flushed a shade even deeper than Kei's in an instant!

The tiny metal halo above her head flickered a few times, suddenly blazing brighter!

"Eeeek—!!!" she yelped, a short, explosive scream laced with bottomless shame and fury.

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