Everything is up to you

Night had fully fallen, and the clamor on campus gradually subsided.

Inside the living room of Suite 601, warm yellow light spilled softly, enveloping the four figures in a cozy atmosphere.

Walnut closed her laptop and turned her gaze to Mazumi Mami, who sat in the center of the sofa, beginning her intelligence report: "Young Master, regarding the girl you asked me to investigate—her identity has been confirmed."

She adjusted her glasses and opened a data page on her computer: "Her name is Suzune Horikita, a first-year student in Class D. She also has a very noteworthy identity—she's the younger sister of the current student council president, Manabu Horikita."

"Oh?"

Mazumi Mami raised an eyebrow, a look of keen interest spreading across his face. "Younger sister? No wonder her expression was so complicated when she saw Manabu Horikita take the stage."

"Yes. And regarding her appearance beside Kiyotaka Ayanokouji," Walnut continued, her fingers gliding over the touchpad.

"Based on the campus surveillance footage I retrieved, it wasn't her approaching Ayanokouji—quite the opposite. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji actively sought out Suzune Horikita."

Walnut said.

Mazumi Mami's gaze sharpened. "Oh? How so?"

"Surveillance records from the start of the semester show that Kiyotaka Ayanokouji has been appearing near Suzune Horikita in various ways almost constantly. On the surface, it looks like coincidence, but the frequency is too high to be accidental."

Walnut pulled up several surveillance screenshots, clearly showing Kiyotaka Ayanokouji and Suzune Horikita in the same frame. "Moreover, Suzune Horikita's attitude toward him is far from friendly—it could even be called hostile. But no matter how harshly she speaks to him or how coldly she treats him, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji stays by her side, refusing to leave no matter how much she tries to drive him away."

Walnut paused, then summed it up in one sentence: "Based on my analysis, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji likely has a fairly deep masochistic tendency."

"..."

The corner of Mazumi Mami's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a light laugh. "You really don't hold back in your assessment of him."

"After all, the facts leave me no other conclusion."

Walnut replied with an unchanged expression, her tone as calm as ever. "If his personal information weren't still so mysterious and difficult to fully uncover, I might even suspect we've identified the wrong person."

She scrolled through a document on her computer: "I also looked into Kiyotaka Ayanokouji's current interpersonal relationships, and the results are quite interesting—almost none of the friends he's made are normal people."

She projected another set of data onto the screen: "First, there's Ken Sudou—a hot-tempered, violent individual prone to frequent conflicts. Hiro Ikechi—a narcissistic, self-absorbed personality with perverse tendencies. And Haruki Yamauchi—a big-mouthed braggart who can't keep a secret."

"Under normal circumstances, these four people would never have any intersection."

Walnut concluded. "But they've somehow formed a small group. And Kiyotaka Ayanokouji is one of the central figures in that group."

Chisato Nishikigi, who had been listening all along, suddenly raised her hand and interjected: "Let me add something! Based on the gossip I picked up from the girls in class today, I think this Kiyotaka Ayanokouji isn't just a masochist—he might be a heavy-duty closet pervert and lecher too!"

"Why do you say that?"

Runa Inoue asked curiously.

Chisato Nishikigi counted on her fingers: "Think about it—the three friends he's made now: Ken Sudou looks at Suzune Horikita like a wolf eyeing its prey; Hiro Ikechi and Haruki Yamauchi stare at Kikyou Kushida with undisguised sleaziness. These guys clearly have... thoughts beyond a normal classmate relationship toward the pretty girls in class."

She crossed her arms, looking utterly convinced: "And since Kiyotaka Ayanokouji can hang out with people like that, I don't buy that he's just a simple masochist. Deep down, he's definitely a closet pervert and lecher too! Besides, didn't he participate in that 'breast ranking contest' the boys in class held? Doesn't that behavior speak for itself?"

"...Now that you mention it, that does make sense."

Runa Inoue nodded thoughtfully.

But she quickly raised another question: "Still... if Kiyotaka Ayanokouji really is that 'Supreme Masterpiece,' is this all he's got? Can't even control his own desires, and shows it so obviously?"

She frowned slightly: "Could it be... deliberate camouflage? After all, if his background is truly that mysterious, deliberately playing the part of an unremarkable, ordinary student would be the logical choice."

"That's certainly possible."

Mazumi Mami nodded in agreement, his gaze growing deeper. "Whether it's real or fake, the more information we have on him, the better."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sparsely lit campus in the night: "The more intel we have, the more advantageous it is for us. Walnut, continue gathering intelligence on Class D. If possible, focus on the movements of Kiyotaka Ayanokouji and Suzune Horikita."

He turned back, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "We'll inevitably need to suppress Class D later—that's the nature of class competition. When we corner them and force that 'Supreme Masterpiece' to make his move personally, that's when we can truly test his mettle."

"Understood. I'll continue following up on intelligence collection."

Walnut nodded solemnly.

"Of course, don't slack off on gathering intel on the other classes either."

Mazumi Mami added. "We might be ahead of everyone now, but this advantage needs constant reinforcement. And even if we're selling information, we need to pick the most suitable buyers to maximize the benefits."

"Got it!"

Chisato Nishikigi patted her chest in assurance: "Leave the task of building good relations with the girls to me! I've already observed that the number of female students in our grade far exceeds the males. Information flows through the girls' circles much faster than you'd think. Once I'm in, no breeze or rustle will escape my ears!"

"Mm, Walnut's remote intelligence gathering, combined with Chisato's and my on-site observations at the front lines, should cover most information channels."

Runa Inoue summarized seriously.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Mazumi Mami smiled at the three girls.

"No problem! Leave it to me, Young Master!"

Chisato Nishikigi replied with boundless energy.

"All for the Young Master."

Runa Inoue gave a slight nod, her gaze firm.

"Serving you is my duty."

Walnut said calmly, but a gleam of loyalty shone in her eyes.

Mazumi Mami nodded in satisfaction.

However, just as the three girls thought today's meeting had come to an end, Mazumi Mami shifted the topic, his tone turning subtle: "Well then... next, let's talk about the matter of sharing the bed."

The moment those words left his mouth.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze instantly.

The three girls' movements all halted at once, their expressions shifting from calm to a deep crimson.

"L-Lord... are you really that eager..."

Chisato Nishikigi's voice noticeably stammered, her hands unconsciously twisting together, her face red as a boiled shrimp.

"After all... he is a boy..."

Runa Inoue had completely lost her usual composure, her gaze wandering aimlessly, unsure where to settle.

As for Walnut—she was unusually silent, her face flushed as she kept her head down, her fingers frantically typing meaningless characters on the keyboard, as if pretending to be busy could help her escape this embarrassing topic.

Watching their varied reactions, Mazumi Mami couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

He stepped forward, his tone turning gentle: "Alright, don't be so tense."

He continued: "What I mean is—since the order has already been decided, then arrange it according to your own wishes."

He reached out and gently pulled all three girls into his embrace: "Whenever you're ready, you can come to me on your own."

His voice was low and warm: "After all, this is a matter of utmost importance. I want you to decide for yourselves—not like a task, scheduled for a specific day that must be carried out."

He tightened his arms slightly, pulling them closer: "You know, I'm not just your lord, your prince—I'm also your future partner."

These words gradually relaxed the three girls, who had been tense.

Chisato Nishikigi was the first to lift her head, her cheeks still flushed, but her eyes had regained their usual sparkle: "The prince is still so forceful... but I don't dislike it, honestly."

Runa Inoue gently nuzzled against Mazumi Mami's chest, her voice soft: "Yeah... just like back then, when you called us away from the scene of that fire. Your embrace is still this warm."

Walnut said nothing, silently resting her head on his shoulder, letting actions speak for her.

After a long moment, she murmured quietly: "No matter what... I'll always support the prince's decisions."

Mazumi Mami smiled, gently placing a kiss on each of their foreheads: "Then it's settled."

"Mm..."

The three girls answered in unison, their voices soft yet carrying a firm promise.

Outside the window, the night breeze brushed gently, the moonlight tender.

In this campus life destined to be anything but ordinary, the bond between the four of them was quietly advancing toward something closer and more unshakable.