Little thief cat, did you give the money for the lipstick?

"Karaoke?"

After helping Tomie cool down and performing a series of compensatory actions, Yuki Gyakukai was finally set free.

Dragging his somewhat weary body into the dormitory, he immediately collapsed onto the bed.

His eyes were vacant, his limbs sprawled carelessly across the mattress. He still couldn't understand why women loved shopping so much.

There was nothing they really needed to buy, yet they insisted on wandering around endlessly.

Thinking back to how he'd just followed Tomie and her group around the women's section for over half an hour, he felt a bit absurd.

But before he could enjoy even half a moment of peace, the phone lying beside his head started buzzing with nonstop notifications. The screen flickered intermittently as messages surged in like a tidal wave...

What the hell? These guys.

Tagging me over and over—does a leader not need rest?

Though filled with exasperation, he still rolled over, grabbed his phone, and started scrolling through the now very active messages.

The source of the messages was none other than the newly created Class 1-B group chat from this morning.

At first, since no one really knew each other, the group had been quiet all morning and afternoon.

But now, after an entire afternoon, everyone had gotten a basic understanding of one another, so the class group had become quite lively.

However, it all started because of this...

"Yuki-kun, since today is everyone's first day at school and we're not yet familiar with each other, I'd like to ask you to organize a karaoke outing for the class... Is that okay?"

"I think that's a great idea. I fully support Ichinose's suggestion. Not only because we're not familiar yet, but also because of the school's unique nature—we should unite first."

"Right, right. We really should get together and get to know each other."

"@Yuki Gyakukai, this is the request of my life. Please organize a gathering, I beg you!"

"@Yuki Gyakukai, this is the request of my life. Please organize a gathering, I beg you!"

"@Yuki Gyakukai, this is the request of my life. Please organize a gathering, I beg you!"

"..."

Watching the endless stream of messages still flooding the screen, he figured he couldn't stay silent any longer.

If they kept tagging him, his phone would vibrate nonstop, just like that thing.

So he immediately replied in the group:

"Alright. Even though we introduced ourselves this morning, we're still not that close. If possible, I'd like to use this gathering to help everyone get familiar quickly."

"Awesome! Yuki-kun, you're the best!"

"You can call me without honorifics. No need to be so formal."

Holding his phone, he thought for a moment. Considering that everyone in Class B was probably scattered across the school grounds, it wouldn't be convenient to gather them all right now. To avoid trouble, he notified them in the group to prepare for now.

He needed to go to the school first to book the karaoke room, then notify them later.

After finishing all the announcements, Yuki Gyakukai didn't rush to turn off the screen.

Instead, he opened his contact list and quickly scrolled past the many accounts of Class B's members.

Because of his role as leader and some personal reasons, it wasn't always convenient to share everything in the group chat, so every member of Class B, including Hoshinomiya, had added his personal contact.

Finally spotting a familiar yet not-so-familiar avatar, he tapped on it immediately.

Thinking about how his only remaining white shirt had been torn in half because of her today, he couldn't help but feel speechless.

"You little thief cat, you've got some nerve. Today's the first day of school, and I tried to set you on the right path for your future, but you repaid kindness with enmity."

Not long after, the message showed as read.

"?"

"By the way, did you pay for that lipstick? You just slapped it on your lips and stamped it all over me. Little greedy cat, I knew you were after my body."

After sending this, the other side finally reacted. The message seemed quite intense.

"Huh—?! Who are you calling a little thief cat or greedy cat?! You meddlesome bastard! And you think I'd like you? Narcissist!"

"Masumi, you really aren't honest at all. You can't even face your own feelings."

Read.

The mood seemed a bit heated. Yuki Gyakukai, without hesitation, turned off the screen and set Masumi Kamuro's account to Do Not Disturb.

His goal was already achieved, so there was no need to waste more time on this little thief cat.

He immediately got up, put on the new shirt he'd bought today—well, the one Tomie bought for him.

He got out of bed, left the room, and walked out of the dormitory.

Just before stepping out the dormitory door, Yuki Gyakukai glanced back.

Even now, he felt the school's rules and regulations were as fake as could be.

After all, this world had already transformed from a novel world that had just begun into reality.

But even if the rules were absurd, they couldn't possibly be this absurd.

Sure, the living conditions were great, but shouldn't the school consider the difference between men and women?

The people in the entire dorm building were a mixed bag—four classes of first-years all crammed into one building, with the lower floors for boys and the upper floors for girls.

Although the school had already stipulated that boys couldn't go to the girls' dorm area after midnight, using rules to restrict them on the surface.

But verbal restrictions were ultimately just verbal restrictions, with no real measures in place. You had to know that boys this age were all brimming with passion, easily stirred up by a little teasing from the girls.

If something happened in the future, there was no guarantee that a violent incident wouldn't break out in the dorm building, and by then it would be too late to stop it.

Considering safety factors, Yuki Gyakukai felt it was necessary to mention this at tonight's gathering to the boys and girls in the class, telling them not to reveal their room numbers, and especially not to casually hand over their key cards to others.

Glancing at the time, he quickened his pace.

Soon, Yuki Gyakukai arrived at the entertainment area, quickly booked the private room, and posted the room number and location to the class group chat.

Before long, the door to the private room opened, and people filed in one after another.

At the front was someone with thick, pitch-black long hair, big eyes, and a high nose bridge. Even though the lighting in the room wasn't great, her stunning beauty was still unmistakable.

"Tomie, you're smiling so happily—did something good happen? Let me hear it."

Yuki Gyakukai naturally moved closer, and the new lackeys who had gathered around Tomie exchanged glances, smirking as they quickly stepped aside to make room for the two.

Tomie didn't speak, just handed the shopping bag in her hand to Yuki Gyakukai, signaling him to open it and take a look.

Curious, he casually weighed it in his hand—it wasn't very heavy—but when he opened it and saw what was inside, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Ah... this, Tomie, you're serious? Can we really use that much?"

"What are you thinking? That's for a week. There's no way I'm letting you burn through it all tonight."

At this moment, even though she had already shown her domineering queen persona in front of her new lackeys, her delicate little face couldn't help but flash with embarrassment and a blush.

In the end, she didn't reach out, just shot Yuki Gyakukai a couple of dissatisfied glares.