2D x 3D x All-In-One
Nighttime.
"You guys are so slow, back this late?" Komachi eagerly opened the door and looked at the lovey-dovey Hikigaya Hachiman and Jabami Yumeko. She scratched her head in curiosity—it felt like just one afternoon had passed, yet her brother and Yumeko-onee-san's relationship seemed to have deepened quite a bit?
But something was strange~ Her brother was supposed to be out with Yukino-onee-san, so why was he coming back with Yumeko-onee-san?
As it turns out, Komachi had long been following Yukinoshita Yukino's private Twitter account. Looking at the photos Yukino shared, she quickly connected the dots with her brother's outing.
But the outcome... wasn't quite what she had imagined.
In an instant, a million-word-long triangle love drama unfolded in Komachi's mind.
What she didn't know, though, was that reality was far more bizarre and twisted than anything she could have dreamed up.
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After dinner, after bathing.
Hikigaya Hachiman lay in bed, with Yumeko clinging tightly to his arm as she slept. Today had been an unprecedented day of satisfaction for Yumeko.
But Hachiman was wide awake.
He had thought that, after being tempered and battered so many times, his mental resilience wouldn't waver anymore. But Yumeko's fierce onslaught today still stirred up crashing waves in his heart.
He couldn't forget the expression Bone-Biting Miras left with.
Face flushed, eyes filled with both shame and anger, she threw down a classic loser's harsh line: "Hikigaya Hachiman! One day, I'll make you lick my feet in front of Jabami Yumeko, and drink my foot bath water!" Then she fled the café in embarrassment.
He had never imagined that Yumeko's moves could be this outlandish.
This romantic crisis ended in a way Hachiman never could have anticipated.
How many now?
Hachiman silently counted in his mind.
Yumeko, Haruno, Kirari... And half-counts: Jurako, Miharutaki-senpai, the Ougatou Sisters, Shimotsukiuri Ouri... And now, today added Honobami Miroslava...
"I swore I'd never get entangled with women until I made something of myself…!" Hachiman rubbed his nose with a bitter smile.
Why had things turned out this way? Everything was spinning far beyond his control—heading full speed down a path of "accidental womanizer."
It seemed like ever since he met Yumeko, this kind of thing just kept happening again and again.
And moving forward, because of Yumeko's bizarre tastes, he would probably keep getting pushed into ambiguous relationships with different women.
Hachiman swore, this was never what he wanted. He only agreed to it for Yumeko's sake...
Sigh, what's done is done. Time to sleep.
Hachiman turned over and hugged the soft, warm Yumeko tightly in his arms.
After all, a man's truest instinct when facing hardship… is to sleep through it.
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A bland, uneventful morning passed by.
After lunch, neatly dressed Hikigaya and Yumeko once again set out for school.
"How many people are left in the current student council?" On the train, Hachiman began calculating.
Idol faction: Yumemite Yumemi,
fun-lover faction: Yomozuki Runa,
president faction: Momobami Ririka, Igarashi Sayaka.
A total of four people.
"Then, pick the softest persimmon first."
Among those four, who was the weakest? Undoubtedly, the idol Yumemite Yumemi.
This girl... how should he put it?
Hachiman stroked his chin. Compared to other council members, her abilities clearly fell short.
Her public gambling record was filled with losses. But all those losses were to her fans.
Rather than actual defeats, they were more like fan service, helping to cultivate her loyal base.
The money she "lost" would eventually funnel back through fan support.
"Gambling is just a means, not the goal. Her real goal… is to become a top idol."
Hachiman scrolled through her info on Google.
She had a fair number of works, but none were very successful—mostly popular only within her small idol fan circles.
"I remember her gambling style was…" Hachiman tried to recall—it had been a long time since he got the student council files from Jure Sachi.
He searched his memory palace.
"Dice-based gambling with randomly drawn rules.
Most of the rules involved acting, mind-reading, and observational skills."
With that in mind, Hachiman clicked on one of Yumemite's performance clips.
Watching her sing, dance, and rap on stage, his eyes flickered.
"That signature fake smile creating a sense of friendliness..." Hachiman instantly saw through the essence behind her phony grin: "But deep down, she's disgusted—she loathes the diehard fans of Hyakkaou Academy!"
"Just like Miboumi Aoi."
"But that's understandable, considering the idol industry."
He watched a handshake event clip after the show. Yumemi's smile looked extremely forced, as though every muscle in her body was resisting the disgust of having to shake greasy fanboy hands.
"Such a fake woman… but a woman like this, once you have something on her…"
Hachiman fell into deep thought.
Don't get the wrong idea—he wasn't planning to force her into anything immoral.
Actually, Hachiman had a ton of songs and media content stored in his mind.
If he could get a tool like Yumemi, who was desperate to become a star, that wouldn't be bad at all.
In Hachiman's vision for his business empire, idols played a role—from idols to stars, he could mass-produce gods.
In Japan, idols are low-tier.
Usually, they're only popular in small circles.
Messy private lives, poor professional skills… Even top idols are like this, let alone amateurs like Yumemi.
But that didn't matter—Hachiman didn't care about professional standards.
As long as someone had ambition and could follow orders, they were enough. Even a pig could fly, if it stood in the right wind.
And people who are fake—when you catch their weakness—are often the most obedient. To keep their real selves hidden, they become even more submissive than loyal dogs.
Once Yumemi was trained into a top star, she would become Hachiman's money-printing machine. But money wasn't the point—he could use Yumemi's popularity to spread his will, to reflect it onto every young person in Japan through her.
K-pop? No, J-pop is the real deal!
Anime, film, music, mystery novels…
2D, 3D—Hikigaya wants them all in one go!
"It's settled. You're the one, Yumemite Yumemi."
214: Full-Bloom Association? Disbanded!
A new week began, and Hyakkaou Academy seemed like it would never return to its former peace.
The end of the Great Bloom Festival marked a major reshuffling of power and hierarchy within the school.
It was like a taboo topic—no one wanted to mention it again.
It became a heavy burden weighing on every compulsive gambler at Hyakkaou.
In such a repressive atmosphere, the disappearance of Mibuomi Aoi became the final nail in the coffin.
Yes, Mibuomi Aoi had simply vanished. On the very afternoon the gamble ended, no one had seen him in school again—not his classmates, not the teachers, not the members of Full-Bloom Association.
No matter how they tried to reach him, he remained unreachable.
Only occasionally, a few passing students showed ambiguous expressions.
It was said they were the last people to have seen Mibuomi Aoi—after all, to pay off their debts, they had thrown themselves into slapping him as hard as they could that afternoon.
But that… was something that could never be spoken of.
After all, having slapped the ultra-popular Mibuomi-senpai in front of everyone for the sake of debt repayment—if that got out, the rest of their school life would probably be spent being bullied nonstop.
Some searched, some concealed, and some simply enjoyed the spectacle. In this way, Mibuomi's disappearance became one of Hyakkaou Academy's unsolved mysteries.
"Still no contact with President Mibuomi?"
Ibuki Soutarou sat gloomily in the old Full-Bloom Association meeting room, staring blankly at the now-familiar yet changed surroundings.
He was speechless with grief.
It was a rare moment where all the Full-Bloom Association executives gathered again. The Ougatou Sisters, Shimotsukiuri Ouri, and even the supposedly traitorous Vice President Miharutaki Sakura had shown up.
"Vice President, you must know where the President went, right? We still need him to lead Full-Bloom Association!" Ibuki shouted, anxious and desperate for their former leader to
return and guide them—lost sheep as they were—to challenge the student council once again.
After all, it was just one lost gamble. If they kept working hard, surely they'd win someday!
"No need," Miharutaki Sakura said coldly, arms crossed, standing at the spot where Mibuomi used to stand—once again exuding her former aura as the cool and aloof Chair of the Beautification Committee.
"Mibuomi Aoi violated student council regulations and broke the law. He can never return to Hyakkaou Academy."
"The failure of the uprising also proves he was wrong all along. Full-Bloom Association was nothing more than a tool he used to seek fame and power."
"Therefore, as Chair of the Beautification Committee, I hereby announce: Full-Bloom Association is officially disbanded!"
"What did you say?! Disbanded? I object!" Ibuki slapped both hands on the table and looked at Miharutaki in disbelief.
He turned to Rokujou Eneru, the Ougatou Sisters, and others as if searching for backup. "Say something! Weren't we all working toward the same goal of freeing the livestock?"
"Sorry~ I only joined Full-Bloom Association to take pretty photos of cute girls," one of them chimed.
"Don't look at us, Ibuki-kun," said the Ougatou Sisters. "We've long become Hikigaya-sama's personal livestock. Full-Bloom Association's affairs have nothing to do with us.
We only came today because Master ordered us to attend this boring meeting~"
"You… you all…" Ibuki's face turned red with anger. His fingers trembled as he pointed at them, speechless.
In that moment, he finally understood what it meant when they said a woman's heart is the most poisonous.
In the end, he was the only one who stayed loyal to Mibuomi-senpai.
"Hmph! That won't do! According to the President's rules, Full-Bloom Association can only be disbanded by a majority vote!"
Ibuki declared righteously.
As long as he remained at the school, he would never allow Full-Bloom Association to be disbanded.
There were eight total executives present (the Ougatou Sisters counted as one vote). He had himself, Nagi Kamishimo, and Kurume—three guaranteed votes.
Shimotsukiuri Ouri may have betrayed them in the theft game, but surely she'd be reasonable in a matter this serious.
That made four votes.
To be safe, he had already reached out to Rurichou Nadeshiko, the new executive, before the meeting.
She seemed to love money, so he offered her five million yen to win her vote.
'So we have at least 4 votes, possibly 5. There's no way the proposal to disband Full-Bloom Association will pass!'
Ibuki clenched both fists, eyes full of confidence.
"Tch. So stubborn."
Miharutaki Sakura shook her head in disappointment. "As the Beautification Chair, I could forcibly disband Full-Bloom Association, but I want you to give up willingly. Let's hold the vote."
"Those in favor of disbanding Full-Bloom Association, raise your hands."
As her words fell, the Ougatou Sisters and Rokujou Eneru swiftly raised their hands.
Then came Shimotsukiuri Ouri, standing vacantly beside Miharutaki, who also raised her hand.
Damn it… Shimotsukiuri Ouri… You shared the same convictions with me before. Why now…?
Ibuki's heart burned with pain—the sting of betrayal against his revolutionary ideals.
But before he could mourn her betrayal, another turn hit him—
Kurume Kurumi shyly touched her hair, stuck out her tongue playfully, and said, "Sorry, Ibuki-kun. I already pledged loyalty to Hikigaya Hachiman~"
"What?!"
Ibuki collapsed into his chair in shock, gripping his temples tightly to avoid revealing despair.
It's fine… As long as I still have support, I can create a new Full-Bloom Association…
The seed of resistance must not die in my hands!
Suddenly, a check fluttered down onto the table in front of him.
"What's this?" Ibuki looked at the check and was puzzled. Wasn't this the check he gave to Rurichou Nadeshiko?
He looked up at her.
Rurichou had one hand resting on her chest, her aristocratic grace twisted into sleazy mischief.
With a flirtatious tone, she said:
"Sorry, Ibuki-kun. Hikigaya offered me ten million yen. His bid was higher~"
To twist the knife further, Rurichou slipped the ten-million-yen check suggestively into her cleavage, her cheeks flushing a seductive red. This was her boldest move yet.
Ibuki Soutarou looked around in utter despair—he was now the only one sitting at the conference table.
The votes had passed the threshold.
"Then I declare: Full-Bloom Association is officially disbanded!"