The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

"It's supposed to be a club trip, it would be strange if you showed up here~"

Turning to look at Yamamoto, he saw that the petrified fragments on the other's body were cracking open, and his fat, ugly face was extremely distorted and deformed due to jealousy.

"So, that means his two beautiful girlfriends are here too?"

"Yes."

"And they're all in swimsuits, they look like they're about to ascend to godhood..."

"is it?"

A radiant smile bloomed on his thick lips, and a red light flashed in Yamamoto Shinichiro's eyes, behind which rose a phantom black flame of jealousy; veins bulged on his arms and face—

He searched every fortune stick in the shrine for a very lucky one but couldn't find one, while that guy Miyazawa Yu not only has two girlfriends but is also thinking about getting intimate with them!?

"Unforgivable!"

Shinichiro Yamamoto picked up all the unlucky fortune slips he had drawn from the ground, threw them into a fortune-telling container, and then dragged the slip out of the shrine while letting out a terrifying "hehehe" laugh.

"Ugh, this guy looks like he's consumed by jealousy..."

"Going against Yu, especially at this time... I'm afraid I'll die a terrible death, right?"

Watching the martyr's departing figure, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei had already decided how much money to give as a wedding gift, hoping that Yamamoto could be buried intact.

Chapter 179 Indirect Kissing and Smashing the Jar

On the other side of the food street, Miyazawa Yu was struggling to eat two half-eaten grilled squids, her face contorted in pain.

Although it's true that Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee-san ate it, and although it can be considered an indirect kiss, everything should be done in moderation!

As a pure-blooded human, my appetite is only four or five times that of a normal person!

Even if you only eat half of it and then keep it for yourself, isn't it a bit too inhumane to just taste something you bought and then throw it in the trash?

"Wow! Delicious! This candied apple uses local Red Fuji apples!"

"That's it~"

Biting through the sugar coating releases a burst of juice, the sweet taste spreading across the tongue, while the warmth of the mouth causes the remaining sugar to stretch into long strands on the lips.

"It's just a little bit sweet~"

A pink tongue traced across her lips, and Hamaoka Azusa's eyes darted around as she looked at Yu, who was sticking two squids into his mouth with seven or eight squid tentacles sticking out, cosplaying as an Old One.

"Yu~ I can't eat anymore~"

"It's okay, the gorillas in the zoo would be very happy if they had this kind of food!"

With veins bulging on his forehead, Miyazawa Yu slurped the squid tentacles into his mouth and made a huge X with his hands in front of his chest. "But unfortunately! I am a pure human, so it's okay for me to act cute!"

"Ah~"

With her cat-like mouth close to her, Hamaoka Azusa kissed the apple candy, wrapped her arms around Yu's neck, and stood on tiptoe. The sweet exchange made Kotegawa Nanaka's hand holding the candy tremble.

"now what?"

"Well, actually, it's good to take more vitamins, but there won't be a next time!"

After uttering a couple of complaints with a mix of reluctance and genuine concern, Miyazawa Yu tilted her head and looked at Nanaka-nee, her eyes practically brimming with encouragement.

"Well……"

Glancing pitifully at Yu's lips, Nanaka Kotegawa then touched her slightly bulging belly. To be honest, she still had the strength to take another bite, but finishing it all...

Raising her fan to shield herself from Hamaoka Azusa's curious gaze, she gave the former a reproachful glare before closing her eyes and moving closer to Yu.

The next second, her lips pressed against something soft. The unique flavor of Yu, with the sweetness of maple syrup, pried open her teeth and invaded her tongue, lingering for a while before finally leaving.

"Pop!"

"Hehe~ Thanks to Yu, we had an exceptionally enjoyable time at the festival, didn't we, Nanaka?"

"Phew~ Yes, yes, and we don't have to worry about wasting it..."

Leaning against Yu, breathing heavily, Kotegawa Nanaka's red lips parted slightly, her eyes glazed over, her smile still gentle but with a hint of dazedness.

There was no other way; all her strength was now being used to power the roaring engine in her chest.

As for the brain, such an unimportant tool for thought, I regret to say that I have no choice but to strategically abandon it.

"Well~ Azusa-senpai, stop teasing Nanaka-nee."

Reaching out to pull Nanaka to his side to prevent her from collapsing to the ground due to weakness in her legs, Miyazawa Yu licked his lips with a hint of relish and declared righteously, "In short, from now on, you can't eat anything else! Otherwise, you'll gain weight!"

"Yes, yes! Let's go play over there!"

Even after making so many concessions, Yu, that little rascal, still wouldn't budge. Helpless, Hamaoka Azusa could only turn around, glance around, and then excitedly point to the other side of the intersection.

"Oh! No problem, this is... a festival game, a classic one~"

Following Azusa-senpai's navigation to the other side of the crowd, Miyazawa Yu looked around at the festival shops that had suddenly changed from food and drinks to entertainment, and felt a little nostalgic.

Looking back, the last time I came to the festival was when I was just starting high school, before I got entangled with this unlucky system.

Back then, he was a model young man who didn't smoke, drink, or take his clothes off indiscriminately.

Who would have thought that the innocent, good boy from back then would now become a perverted pab-bu who runs around in his panties and would die if he didn't throw a party? Time really makes you sigh!

"Mmm... Ah! Yu, I want that!"

Excitedly walking ahead with her hands behind her back, looking around, Hamaoka Azusa quickly picked out a pillow from the prizes of various shops.

However, unlike ordinary bear and rabbit plush toys, this store actually designed the prize pillow in the shape of a wine jar, which can only be described as having a highly overlapping aesthetic with Pab's.

"Hehe! Miss has excellent taste! This is a specialty of Miyako Island—a drinking pillow!"

"Drinking in turns...? That's quite unique."

"Seriously, would a girl who likes dolls actually buy this? Is the seller just buying it purely out of nostalgia...?"

Speechless, Nanaka Kotegawa and Yu Miyazawa simultaneously questioned the shop owner's business philosophy, looking at Azusa Hamaoka, whose eyes were sparkling with excitement.

After all, cushions are more decorative than practical. If they don't appeal to women's aesthetics, can they really attract customers?

"Huh? No way."

He rummaged through his bag for change and gave it to Hamaoka Azusa, who was eager to pay. Hearing their confusion, the shop owner turned around innocently, flashed a smile showing off his healthy white teeth, and gave them a thumbs up.

"Although it's our first time opening a store, everyone has been very supportive!"

"Really?"

I still feel something is off. Could this uncle be that his sales are bad but he's too embarrassed to admit it, so he's just being stubborn and putting on a brave face?

Thinking this, Miyazawa Yu tilted his head and looked in the direction of the shop, and then he saw it...

"Uh... I spent all my money and still didn't win any prizes..."

"What a failure! Why don't those broken pots just fall over?!"

"It doesn't matter anymore... these muscles are really useless anyway..."

Sitting forlornly by the stall, wallowing in self-pity, the senior members of the Pab department collectively turned ashen-faced, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying not to let their tears fall.

"Senior!!!"

Terrified, with two-thirds of his soul seemingly flying out of his mouth, Miyazawa Yu rushed to the side of Juryujiro, who was clutching his biceps and barely breathing, and frantically pressed on the latter's chest.

This is a perfectly standard CPR procedure, but unfortunately the shop owner waited for ages and didn't get to see the exciting part.

"Hey buddy... isn't something missing? And he's still alive!"

"It's just an illusion! And you evil shop owner! What did you do to my companions?!"

"It's just providing a service, isn't it..."

Seeing Miyazawa Yu already fully immersed in his role, seemingly ready to confront the villain who killed his comrades, a bead of cold sweat trickled down the shop owner's forehead.

As expected of an acquaintance, this new boy's abstract form is exactly the same as the grayed-out Pabbe burly man!

He even shows a tendency to surpass his predecessors; he's clearly a handsome young man, proving that appearances can be deceiving.

Meanwhile on the other side...

"If you throw a basketball from here and all ten pipes fall down, you'll win the first prize: a wheelchair pillow."

"I understand! Little sister, are you here to help out at the store?"

"Well, my dad said he wanted to make up for the losses from not serving customers at the shop these past few days, so he insisted on setting up a stall here."

The middle school girl, dressed in a school-style one-piece swimsuit, sighed helplessly. She glanced at the Pab Club seniors outside the shop, who had turned gray and white, and kindly reminded the super pretty older sister in front of her.

"Please don't get carried away and put all your money in. The jar is actually stuffed with pebbles, it's definitely not as easy to smash as it looks!"

"Huh? Can't you just tell me directly if there's no problem?"

Holding the ball and aiming at the target, Hamaoka Azusa looked at the overly mature little girl with slight surprise. Her hand swerved, and the basketball flew past the edge of the can.

"It's okay. Thanks to the tourists and these older brothers, even if all the prizes in the store are won by someone else, Dad will still make a profit."

She ran over and set up the pipes with great service spirit, vividly demonstrating what true silence looks like!

In fact, when her father made her wear her school swimsuit instead of buying a complete swimsuit to work at the store, she had the idea of ​​giving away all the gifts.

If the former hadn't promised to go home and buy herself ice cream, she would never have been forced to work here.

"Hmm~ I see, Yu!"

"Here we go! Shall we smash the jars?"

Miyazawa Yu caught the basketball thrown by Hamaoka Azusa and squeezed it a couple of times. As expected, it was not very airy, a common trick that festival shops love to use.

"Boss, what happens if we knock down multiple towers of cans or break a basketball at once?"

"In fact, an underinflated basketball can deform a lot and will not break unless it is thrown on a sharp point."

After frankly explaining the power of elastic deformation, the shop owner patted the bulging fanny pack with a pitying look in his eyes—

What a pitiful kid. He's already drained dry by his girlfriends and they still have to struggle under her tyranny. Maybe we should just give him one...

"That's OK! No need to pay compensation—"

With his fingers digging into the basketball's surface, Miyazawa Yu's laid-back demeanor instantly transformed into one of overwhelming pressure, and the art style gained a large amount of Araki wood grain—"No problem!"

"Buzz—! Bang!!!"

A sonic boom, symbolizing the breaking of the sound barrier, suddenly rang out, followed by a deafening roar no less than the explosion of a Claymore mine.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a remarkably clean area appeared on the cement ground, a result of the shockwave from the basketball explosion clearing away years of accumulated grime.

As for the cleaning pro basketball... after overturning all the cans on the court, it has grown wings and is smiling as it flies into the sky.

"Ah...ah, this, ah?"

His jaw dropped to the ground. The shop manager stiffly turned his head to look at Miyazawa Yu, who looked relaxed and as if everything that had just happened was insignificant. His eyes were full of confusion.

Is this level of power truly achievable by humans?

No, no, no! If someone can smash a basketball with sheer brute force, even aliens would have to kneel and kowtow hundreds of times before fleeing!

"Yuu is awesome! The store manager's body pillow!"

After a few minutes of blankness, it wasn't until Hamaoka Azusa hugged Miyazawa Yu and cheered that the shopkeeper suddenly realized that blasting a basketball with bare hands was not the only unsolved mystery he had encountered.

Rewind two days, and a group of guys who drank alcohol were so strong that even hamsters were afraid of them came to my shop.

Although the boy in front of them had changed a lot in size, his face looked exactly the same as the Pab-be demon that came to their door yesterday!

"Please! This is all the stock I ordered, it's all yours!"

"Oh, it's yesterday's perverted onii-chan, good evening~"

"I'm happy to see a beautiful middle school girl, but could you please remove the 'pervert' part before 'Onii-chan'?"

Witnessing the stall in front of him being packed into the car at lightning speed, Miyazawa Yu didn't even have time to pat his head and enjoy the feeling before he watched helplessly as the shopkeeper uncle picked up the little girl and drove off like he was fleeing for his life.

To be honest, this scene feels strangely familiar!

Hugging the bouncy pillow, Hamaoka Azusa grinned and rubbed her head against Yu's outstretched hand, putting on a sweet smile and saying ingratiatingly, "Perverted Onii-chan~ I still have so many prizes I want~"

"Hiss... Let's play! Let's play from one end of this street to the other!"

Feeling completely comfortable from head to toe by Azusa-senpai's malicious cuteness, Miyazawa Yu generously threw the extra drinking pillows to his deceased seniors to be buried with them.

Without looking back, he hoisted Hamaoka Azusa onto his shoulder and charged forward. In an instant, the entire festival was filled with wailing and lamentation, and the name "Muscle Monster Strength God" spread like wildfire throughout Miyako Island.

Just as Yu and Azusa were having a blast, Nanaka Kotegawa, who was following behind them and didn't know how to stop their violence, was drawn to a shrine stall by the roadside.