While Tarousuke is struggling against the Aloha group, Takeuchi-kun's group, who were rescued by Tarousuke, headed towards the hotel as instructed before parting ways. Upon reaching their destination, they removed the moped's license plate, and left it discarded in an alley.

And so, after passing the hotel's front desk, the room in question is now right in front of them.

"I believe he said something like room 803, right?"

Takeuchi-kun asks Suzuki-kun for confirmation.

"A-Ah, y-yeah. I think it was something like that, maybe?"

To be exact, it was room 802.

Due to the apparent chaos, it seemed that there was a miscommunication.

Suzuki-kun doesn't have a clear memory of it either, and he's just nodding absentmindedly.

"But it's surprising that he was staying in the same hotel as us."

"You're right."

Risa-chan murmured in a greatly impressed manner.

In response to this, Suzuki-kun nods repeatedly.

"There's no point in dawdling here, let's go."

Looking somewhat tense, Takeuchi-kun knocks on the door of the room.

A dry knocking sound echoed.

The three others look at this with solemn expressions.

The time is the darkest hours of the night, when even the plants and trees slumber. In the silent hallway of the hotel, where there is no sign of human presence, not even a sound can be heard. The knocking sound echoes unusually loudly. Perhaps the person on the other side is still sleeping.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking continues three more times.

Shortly after waiting, there was a response from behind the door.

It's the sound of a person walking.

A short while later, the door opens with a clatter as the lock is disengaged.

"You guys, why don't you just open the door yourselves..."

The person who appeared was none other than Francisca.

As she was about to voice some complaints, she was taken aback by an unexpected visit. Her eyes blinked in surprise. Having done some research on Nishino's circumstances beforehand, she had gathered some information about Takeuchi-kun and the others as well.

Therefore, she was troubled as to why the futsumen's classmates had approached her.

On the other hand, Takeuchi-kun continued speaking without being aware of the room mix-up.

"Ah, um, T-Tarousuke-san instructed us to come here..."

He let out a overly-cautious tone, which is so out of character for him.

An unexpectedly breathtaking beauty appeared, leaving Takeuchi-kun flustered. No matter how handsome he might be, he paled in comparison to Francisca. Even for someone like Takeuchi-kun, who has never experienced spending the night with someone as exceptional as her, it's understandable that he feels hesitant.

The presence of an excessively large chest, seemingly about to overflow from her dress at any moment, captivated the gazes not only of him but also of Suzuki-kun, as well as Risa-chan and Matsuura-san. It was as if this was the international standard. In comparison, the two female students appeared quite modest.

"We were being chased by some strange people, and Tarousuke-san helped us out..."

"...Tarousuke?"

Who is that? She was about to ask, but she stumbled upon handling last night's complaint.

All sorts of things related to the hijacking incident.

Come to think of it, that Japanese actor's name is on the document.

Furthermore, as she remembered the filming that had taken place in the adjacent room during the daytime, it became apparent that her clever mind rapidly organized the situation.

They likely entered the wrong room. Nishino would never admit it, but in truth, Francisca is quite a talented woman.

"Oh, if that's the case, it's likely to be next door, I suppose?"

"Eh?"

"This is the room I booked. If you're looking for the filming location, it should be the next room."

"Ah..."

Upon hearing that, Takeuchi-kun's face turned red from embarrassment.

"I-Is that so. I see..."

While gazing at such handsome Asian men, Francisca suddenly thought, Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to owe Nishino a favor here?

"Do you require police assistance in any way regarding help?"

"Ah, yes, if possible, We'd like to get in touch, but..."

"In that case, let me take care of it."

"Eh? I-Is it alright? Even though we're complete strangers?"

"It's not much trouble to call the police if necessary. Besides, we should help each other out when in need, right? I'll call them right away."

Above all, what Francisca wanted to avoid the most was them clumsily swimming through the city and getting into trouble again. For some reason, Nishino, who had a deep sense of compassion for his classmates, also had a constant source of worry.

"Thank you very much. We're indebted to you."

"It's fine. So, would it be okay if I ask for the hotel and room number you are staying? I will contact them to let them know that you'll be heading there. If you're afraid of walking around outside, you can also wait for them at the lounge here."

"Ah, in that case, our hotel is right here."

"Ara? that's a coincidence, isn't it? In that case, please wait in your room."

"I understand. Thank you for everything."

Entering the room will inevitably lead to a meeting with the Gothic Lolita girl.

Francisca headed off to make contact while keeping them waiting at a separate location.

While Shimizu and Tarousuke were in a pinch, on the other hand, Nishino and Rose, who were chasing them, frowned at the poor condition of the road as they rode their motorcycles. The asphalt had been lost, and they were forcibly advancing on the rough, uneven rocky terrain.

"Is this road really okay? I mean, I know she's bad with directions, but this seems more like an act of senility. Or is it something else? Is the police station on this island located on a cliff?"

"It appears she got herself caught up in some sort of trouble."

"If that's how it is, I think we should go back without delay."

Rose consistently displays a bad mood.

It seems that she cannot help but worry about Nishino's health.

With each step away from the city, her remarks became more blunt and dismissive.

"Hey, do you have a gun?"

"...I'm not carrying one."

"You have it, right? Then there's no problem."

"You really don't listen to what people say, do you?"

Nishino rushes ahead, steering the trembling handle.

After a while, they proceeded and eventually arrived at a spacious spot where they could overlook the sea. It resembled a small hill, and below them, they could see an endless expanse of rocky terrain leading down to the sea, with several cliffs jutting out along the way. They continued riding their motorcycle until they reached that point, where they stopped and idled.

While seated in their seats, the two of them surveyed their surroundings.

"The scenery here is wonderful, isn't it? It's a very lovely location."

"This would have been ideal if it hadn't overlapped with the Class rep's location marker."

"Is this the place? I don't see her though?"

The two icons on the map displayed on the device were almost in the same location and overlapped at the center of the screen. However, Shimizu's presence is nowhere to be seen.

As Rose tilted her head in confusion, Nishino suddenly murmured.

"No, over there."

Slightly downhill from where they are standing, he points to a corner with his gaze.

At that spot, Tarousuke was holding a gun, and next to him, the Class rep was observing the situation with a gaze that resembled a prayer. And in front of the two of them, with a gap of several meters, there was the figure of another unfamiliar man holding a gun.

But then, in the next instant, Tarousuke suddenly leaped to the side, and several gunshots rang out.

It was precisely the moment when Diego was shot.

"He was the guy who came to the school festival, wasn't he?"

"...You're doing quite well, aren't you?"

"Eh?"

"No, it's nothing, it's a different matter."

The two watched as the rockstar dude expertly defeated the enemy.

In response to this, Nishino also displayed a relieved expression.

"...Ne, that."

"Yeah, this might be bad..."

Nishino nodded in response to Rose's observation.

There was another man approaching from behind them. Unnoticed by the two who had just defeated Diego and were now relieved. He moved silently and stealthily, taking careful steps. The man reached Diego's side and skillfully retrieved a handgun from the corpse's hand.

Nishino and Rose easily understood what the other party was thinking.

"Could this be a dire predicament?"

"Hold on tightly."

"Eh? H-Hold on, Nishino-kun! Don't tell me you're planning to—"

—Rose didn't have a moment to stop him.

As the throttle was twisted, the engine roared to life with a powerful 'vroom'.

From the hill where they were to where the Tarousuke and Class rep were below, it was a horizontal distance of just over ten meters. Taking into account the elevation difference, and if they had enough momentum, it might be possible to jump and make it. It's a distance that could be landed safely if one tries their hardest.

However, Nishino at present is an ordinary person.

Failing won't lead to a safe outcome.

They will plunge headfirst from the cliff into the sea just like that.

"Don't do it, Nishino-kun! You're not in your best condition right now, are you!?

"It's okay. Leave it to me."

He is a futsumen who's trying to show off unnecessarily even in situations like this.

Even the normally patient Rose became annoyed.

She became annoyed precisely because she was concerned about his physical condition.

However, it was too late for her to do anything now.

"Then, allow me too—"

"—Let's go."

"Wait—Kyaa...!?"

As the clutch was engaged, the bike quickly accelerated. She, fearing that she would be thrown off, desperately clung to Nishino's waist. Her flat chest was pressed tightly against this futsumen's back. Thanks to this virgin dude, her courage increased a hundredfold

"W-Wait! Waittttttttttttttttt!!!!"

On their way, beyond the hill's edge, the big motorcycle danced through the air.

Rose's scream echoed throughout the area.

There's no way out this time.

As the gun barrel was aimed at him, Tarousuke shielded Shimizu by embracing her tightly with his own body. Inspired by the rare and extraordinary circumstances, he displayed a sacrificial spirit, hoping that his body would withstand the opponent's bullets until they ran out.

Understanding his own advantage in this, the man calmly pulls the trigger.

Then, it happened at just the right time.

"—Waittttttttttttttttt!!!!"

A motorcycle descended from the sky along with a woman's scream.

"Wha..."

Before the astonished Tarousuke, the large motorcycle sent the man with the gun flying.

"GYA!?"

With a brief scream, the man's body soared into the air. The force was incomparable to the sideways leap Tarousuke had demonstrated just a moment ago. Continuing in an arc, the man flew forcefully toward the other side of the cliff.

Shortly thereafter, with a loud splash, a single column of water emerged in the dark night sea.

Thanks to that man's body serving as a cushion, they landed without bouncing too much. However, the momentum gained beforehand was not so easily quelled. Just like that man before, the trajectory was still heading straight towards the other side of the cliff.

Naturally, Nishino made a desperate effort to respond.

The brakes were squeezed as hard as possible, emitting a high-pitched squeal. The gear was immediately downshifted to first, screaming in protest. The motorcycle, tilted to the limit, began to skid sideways, and the exhaust pipe and footpeg scraped against the ground, creating sparks.

Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to slow down.

In the end, Rose, unable to bear it any longer, leaped from the back seat. Beneath the rear fender, she grabbed the frame with both hands and braced her feet. As she dragged both feet along the ground, she began scraping.

Two lines are being carved into the rocky surface.

Rose's cherished heels didn't last long, which is a shame.

With her efforts and assistance, the motorcycle to came to a stop right at the edge of the cliff.

"Haa, ha, ha, haa..."

Holding the frame firmly in both hands, Rose trembled and shivered with a serious expression.

The heartbeat in her chest thumps heavily.

This is no laughing matter. Her expression says it all. At that moment, she hugged Nishino, fully prepared to use her own body as a cushion, ready to dive off the cliff. She is a devoted blonde Lolita, determined not to let her beloved get killed in a place like this.

Nishino, on the other hand, looks the same as usual, specializing in cynicism.

"You've started to show some improvement, haven't you?"

While straddling the motorcycle, he spoke with a subtle smile on his lips.

Muttering while leaning his elbows on the handlebars—he's making a rather annoying pose. The wild leather jacket and sunglasses don't look good on him at all. And to make things even more awkward, there's the appearance of Rose crouching at the back of the motorcycle.

Meanwhile, the focus of his gaze was on Tarousuke, who is being supported by Shimizu.

"N-Nishino...! D-Did you... by any chance, see it?"

The ikemen who worships him reacted as if he had discovered a Buddha in hell.

He was looking at him with an expression of deep emotion.

"One hundred points, I'd say."

Nishino talks casually.

"Hitting the target's weak spot in this darkness with a single shot, it's quite remarkable."

"No... to be frank, this time it was mostly a stroke of luck..."

"It's often said that luck is also part of one's ability."

"S-So, in that case, would it be okay if you bumped up the score a little?"

"What are you misunderstanding?"

"What do you mean by 'misunderstanding'? I-Isn't it just a failing grade?"

Despite enduring the pain in his thigh, Tarousuke still managed to crack jokes desperately. What comes to mind is the events of the night before last. The score he received in the air was a mere five out of a possible thousand points. In reality, he was somewhat bothered, being a guy who takes his grades seriously.

In response to this, the futsumen continues with a terribly indifferent attitude.

"I'd rather you not make a mistake. The grading is out of a hundred points."

"......"

"Thanks for helping Class rep. I'm grateful."

Nishino, surprisingly, openly expresses his gratitude.

At that moment—Tarousuke's face contorted in a grimace.

It seems those words made him happy.

Suddenly, something warm welled up from within his chest, resulting in laughter and tears.

Yet, this being called Tarousuke can't seem to be honest.

"W-Well, it's not like I did it for you or anything, okay?"

"But even so, I owe you one."

The futsumen repeatedly expresses words of gratitude sincerely.

It seemed to have a good impact on Tarousuke. His eye area suddenly felt warm, yet he shut down his tear ducts to prevent any tears from spilling. As he tried to conceal the involuntary drooping of his eyelids, the flesh around his eyes began to tremble slightly.

"Is your leg okay?"

"Heh, it's not a big deal, i-it's like getting bitten by a mosquito, I guess."

"Some mosquitoes had surprisingly thick needles, you know."

"But, I'm really sorry. Her clothes get dirty because of me."

"In that case, improve yourself more in the future."

"Now you said it!"

Listening to it, someone's spine tingled during the conversation.

Right next to them, the Class rep overhears their exchange, and goosebumps rise on her forearms. Tarousuke's presence seems to mitigate it somewhat, but it appears that, for her, it was still a no-go.

"W-Wait, Nishino-kun!?"

There was only one question she harbored in her mind.

She wondered what makes Tarousuke look this happy or delighted. The condescending attitude of a futsumen, as always, naturally sparks resentment. Despite that, Tarousuke exchanged words with Nishino, wearing a smile.

It's come to the point where she doesn't grasp the situation. Rather than that, let's go to the hospital quickly! She conveys a sense of urgency, bordering on pleading. Her hands are soaked in Tarousuke's blood and are bright red. It doesn't seem like the kind of injury you can just leave untreated, even to an amateur's eye.

"What's the matter, Class rep?"

"Why are you saying such presumptuous things to Tarou-san!?"

Recalling Tarousuke's earlier inner thoughts, the Class rep felt particularly uneasy.

Nishino and the rest, having resolved their issues through rubbing and massaging, made their way back to the hotel. The purpose is to administer medical care.

They used a taxi called by Nishino through Francisca for transportation. The reason they headed to the hotel instead of the hospital was that a doctor they had called before departure was waiting there now—this was suggested by the futsumen. It's already confirmed that he doesn't have any gunshot wounds or similar injuries.

They have been riding in a taxi for a while.

Tarousuke, upon recognizing the hotel's main entrance, cried out in wild astonishment.

"So Nishino and the others are also staying at this hotel, huh..."

"What do you mean?"

"W-Well, this time's job is a photo shoot, and it's taking place at this hotel."

"I see. So, it was you guys making all that ruckus in the next room."

"M-My bad. There were a few more people than expected."

While exchanging casual words, they passed through the front desk area and walked along the corridor. It was midnight, and they couldn't see anyone else nearby. They climbed up and down the stairs, with Rose leading the way, Nishino walking alongside Tarousuke, and Shimizu trailing behind.

In front Class rep, who serves as the rear guard, there are two figures: an average-looking guy (futsumen) and a good-looking guy (ikemen), displaying a relaxed exchange as if they have been friends for a long time. She is aware beforehand that the two are not related by blood.

This scene was entirely beyond her comprehension as someone deeply entrenched in the school's caste hierarchy.

"Why are Nishino-kun and Tarou-san this close..."

In the hushed tones that went unheard by anyone, she mumbled about the trivial details.

The Class rep was facing an extensive list of unknowns in just a single night.

After a brief moment, they were just about to arrive at the desired room.

On their way to their destination, they all suddenly caught a familiar voice.

"Onee-san, if it's okay, would you be willing to open this with me? I want to express my gratitude."

"Ara? That's wonderful. But there's no need for you to go out of your way to thank me. Instead, I would prefer if you and your friends would quietly wait in your room. It's already late at night, isn't it? Being noisy would inconvenience other guests."

"In that case, would you consider having just one drink, perhaps?"

By the room's entrance, Takeuchi-kun was making his move on Francisca.

Even the well-seasoned older woman couldn't help but feel somewhat irritated by this. No matter how good-looking Takeuchi-kun may be, that's only because of his status as an Asian student. For her, who had never experienced any problems with men in her life, it was nothing more than an annoyance.

She thought, Where is that strange self-confidence coming from?

"...Francisca, what are you doing?"

As soon as the futsumen muttered her name, everyone's steps naturally came to a halt.

In a sense, Nishino is more inclined to support his classmates. And with Francisca's potential error, he intuitively becomes more critical towards her, blending some elements of condemnation in his tone of voice. With eyes slightly narrowed, he addresses her with more intensity than usual.

Francisca and Takeuchi-kun also heard a familiar voice and their gazes naturally shifted. The former was peeking her face from the partially open door on the other side. On the contrary, Takeuchi-kun, holding a bottle of alcohol, was sliding his foot into the gap between the door and the wall, approaching her.

By the way, this item was purchased last night as a souvenir from Athens.

"Ara? Y-You arrived surprisingly early..."

Francisca muttered with an awkward expression.

This is not what it looks like, okay? Her expression says it. There is a sense of unscrupulousness, as if a married woman had taken a man in while her husband was away, but was caught at the scene. It's not that Francisca is particularly at fault. Rather, it was her irresistible charm she displayed daily that led to this.

On the other hand, Takeuchi-kun was looking at Nishino and the others with a look of extreme surprise.

"Eh? Why is Nishino here..."

Even the class's number one handsome guy, as expected, was dumbfounded by this situation.

"Wait, Tarou-san? And Rose-chan too..."

Witnessing his reaction, Tarousuke quietly asked Nishino.

"(Nishino, if I recall correctly, you haven't told your classmates about your job, right...?)"

"(Do you think I'd let them know?)"

"(...Right.)"

After dealing with Shimizu's case, the futsumen felt somewhat troubled by another issue