At the start of the first round, the character controlled by Eriri launched a fierce assault, and the fight looked almost completely one-sided. (Continued)

Dekomori Sanae grew even more indignant.

"Just drink it already! Stop your blabbering!"

Natsukawa Masuzu had had enough. She stood up, grabbed the milk bottle from beside Dekomori's mouth, and poured it into her.

Nibuya Morika joined in, seizing Dekomori's hands while she had the chance.

"Mmff, mmff..."

Dekomori Sanae was miserable and helpless. She could only let the milk be forcibly poured into her mouth.

Why did everyone else think this sticky, foul-smelling stuff, with its unpleasant temperature, tasted good, death?

Along with her humiliation, the thought welled up inside her.

"Thank me. I helped you make up your mind."

Natsukawa Masuzu clapped her hands. Looking at the milk running from Dekomori's nose, she felt as proud as a criminal admiring the scene of a crime she'd committed.

"That's your punishment! Don't waste our time like that again."

Nibuya Morika shot Dekomori a glance, then returned to her seat.

"Damn it, two against one? That's not fair, death!"

Dekomori Sanae looked apprehensive. Thinking of her master, she sought help.

She turned to look, only to find that her master, who was playing Othello with Lord Sage, had already fallen into a hopeless predicament.

"Rikka, you've been thinking for three minutes."

Hasegawa Izumi held his phone, using the Sea of Electrons to observe the gaps between worlds. He looked up at the girl.

They had plenty of free time, so they'd taken a page from Chika's book and started holding these kinds of games in the club to improve their "intelligence."

For a well-rounded powerhouse like him, it didn't matter much. But for a spellcaster like Rikka, it was an important area to develop.

Take the Sharingan, for example. He figured that with strong enough mental power, unlocking the Mangekyo wouldn't have to hurt so much.

"Wait a little longer!