The Old Man Is Being Shared by Three Gyarus?! ~An Ordinary Salaryman Is Adored by Energetic, Beautiful Gyarus, and His Daily Life With Gyarus Begins Now!~ - 100-101

Chapter 100: Ossan Gets Arrested by a Police Woman in a Mini-Skirt

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“I also want to call you ‘Onii-chan.'”

The saint dressed as a mini-skirt police woman asked while grabbing my other arm opposite from where Risa-san was. 

“I want to.”

“Huh?”

“Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-You can’t, Maria-chan!!”

Risa-san exclaimed, looking clearly flustered. 

“Why?”

“Because… Because… Maria-chan, you already have a real big brother, right?!”

“I don’t want that thing. I prefer this ‘Onii-chan.'”

A part of me wondered what kind of person her big brother was since she referred to him as ‘that thing.’

“A-A-Anyway! You can’t call Onii-san your ‘Onii-chan’ if you’re not his girlfriend!”

“So it’s okay if I’m his girlfriend?”

“We-Well, that’s…. Huh?! Wait! Maria-chan! You two are not lovers, so you can’t link arms with Onii-san!”

“But President said…”

“Hm? What did Yamada-senpai say?”

“He said, ‘Don’t leave that guy’s side for a whole day today.'”

“Ah, right…”

When we were about to leave the student council room earlier, the blonde slicked-back student council president mustered his last bit of strength to say.

“Yo-Yotsuba… Stay with that guy today… Don’t leave his side… Make sure he doesn’t cause trouble in school… As a member of the student council, you…. Ah.”

“See?”

“Right. He did say that.”

“That’s why, I will hold hands with him.”

Grip.

Maria-san gripped my hand.

“D-D-D-Don’t do that!? You can only hold hands with your lover!!”

Risa-san quickly separated our hands.

“If I can’t hold his hands… What should I do then…? Ah, right.”

Seemingly came up with a great idea, Maria-san pulled out a ‘silver ring’ from her belt pouch on her waist.

“We’ll use this.”

With a metallic jingle, she put it on my right wrist.

Click

“Huh?”

What glittered on my right wrist was a ‘handcuff’. And at the other end of the chain was..

“Hummph.”

Her left wrist. The other end of the chain was snugly clasped around her left wrist. Saint-sama showed us her adorable triumphant face.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

Both Risa-san and I let out a dumbfounded sound at the same time. 

“In this way, we can stay together without holding hands. I can fulfill my task as a student council member perfectly. I’m happy.”

Jingle jingle~

Maria-san playfully swung her handcuffed left hand.

“Umm…”

I got caught by the belly-revealing mini-skirt policewoman. 

Just what is happening here…

“D-D-D-Don’t do thaaaaat!? Maria-chaaaaaan!?”

Risa-san’s loudest scream of the day echoed through the hallway.

“Why? We’re not holding hands, see?”

Jingle jingle

Maria-san said while flaunting her handcuffed hand.

“T-That might be true, but…!! A-Anyway! Could you take off the handcuffs, please?!”

“Why?”

“Just because!! This is a request from your ‘Onii-san’s lover!!”

“Hmm? I don’t really get it, but okay.”

With a reluctant look, Maria-san rummaged through her belt pouch.

“…Huh? It’s not here.”

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Maria-chan?”

“The key isn’t here.”

“Eh?”

Maria-san turned her pouch upside down and shook it wildly.

“It’s really not there.”

“Eh?”

“The key should have been in there with the handcuffs. Why isn’t it there?”

“…”

A brief silence ensued between us. 

“I see… Well, there’s no helping it then…”

Risa-san, who seemed to have lost all of her emotions, took out a pair of scissors from the tote bag held by Takagami-san.

“Let’s cut it then.”

“Huh? Risa-san?”

“HERE I GO!!!”

“Risa-san?!?!?”

Having turned into a ‘no bullshit’ woman, Risa-san squeezed the chain between the scissors’ blades. She exerted all of her strength into her hands. 

“UNGHHHH!!!”

Her face was so strained to the point it ruined her cute succubus cosplay. I couldn’t let anyone else see her like this.

“Sh-Shall I give it a try?”

“NNNGGGHHHH!!! Ah, right. Please, Onii-san.”

Taking over from Risa-san, I attempted to cut the chain but the scissors were no match for it at all.

“Even Onii-san can’t do it!? What kind of toy is this!? Isn’t it too sturdy for a toy handcuff!?”

“It’s not a toy, it’s the real deal, Rii-chan.”

“Real…? Eh…?”

“…Well, there’s no helping it then. Until we find the key, we’ll just have to stay like this.”

Takagami-san, who had been observing our distress on the sideline until now, quickly collected the scissors and pushed Risa-san forward.

“Come on, Amamiya-san. Smile, smile. We’ll reach the classroom soon. Let’s do our best with our work today.”

“Ueh!? But Saya-chan!? Onii-san and Maria-chan are still attached to each other!? We have to look for the key first, right!?”

“If it’s the ‘key’ you are looking for, then it’s right he-… Ahem. I think it’s in the student council room, so I’ll look for it. Amamiya-san, please serve the customers in our class.”

“But… Hey, what!? What’s this?! There are even more customers than before!?”

A long line had formed from the classroom just across the corridor connecting the special building to the classroom building. There must have been about 20 or 30 people, mostly boys with anticipation clearly etched on their faces. The line stretching down the stairs beside the classroom.

“Eh!? Are the girls in those outfits going to serve us!?”

“Damn!?”

The whole line became noisy as soon as a few guys noticed the arrival of the gyaru in cosplay.

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Chapter 101: A Free School That Allows Risqué Cosplay

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“Eh!? Are the girls in those outfits going to serve us!?”

“Damn!?”

The whole line became noisy as soon as a few guys noticed the arrival of two gyarus in sexy cosplay.

“And she’s super cute too!? Whoa!?”

The male customers couldn’t hide their excitement at the appearance of Risa-san in her devilish mini-skirt one-piece.

“Come on, Amamiya-san. Give everyone your best smile.”

“Eh?! Ah-?! W-Welcome〜 Ahahaha…”

Encouraged by Takagami-san, Risa-san greeted the customers with a somewhat stiff smile. Takagami-san led the way toward the classroom. She didn’t seem to be deterred by the long queue.

“The cop girl at the back is also crazy. Her chest is bouncing like crazy. This Halloween café is the best.”

Maria-san, with her overly busty chest wrapped in a cropped police shirt, inevitably drawing eyes as her breasts bounced with each step. She was also a focal point to the whole ordeal.

“Wow, so many people lined up.”

However, Maria-san herself seemed to be oblivious to the gazes of the men. She might be a bit too defenseless though.

“Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no. The café is very popular, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m happy.”

“Fufu~”

Well, the laid-back attitude of hers was part of her charm. She would probably develop some sense of self-awareness eventually, but until then, we should look out for her, just like Misaki-san and Risa-san had been doing. I also wanted to do whatever I could for her. For now, I had to make sure those low-life creeps who were only after her body didn’t get too close to her.

“If you date her, you get to play with those huge breasts all you want, right? That’s insane!”

“Hey, hey, let’s ask if she has a boyfriend later!”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

I coughed ostentatiously and glared at the two guys in school uniform lining up in the queue.

“Ah… Crap…”

The duo targeting Maria-san’s body quickly looked down.

“Good riddance…”

I kept an eye on the pervy guys, making sure to intimidate them as we moved down the hallway. I finally arrived at the front door of the classroom together with Risa-san, Takagami-san, and Maria-san.

“Huh. The shop’s name is pretty simple.”

Above the door was a sign that read ‘2-C Halloween Cosplay Café’, framed with heart-shaped pink balloons around the sign and doorframe. Two male students in class T-shirts were stationed at the door. One was showing what looked like a menu to the customer at the front of the line while the other boy noticed us four and bowed deeply.

“Welcome back, Ane-san! (big sister)”

Hm? Ane-san…?

“I’m back.”

Takagami-san responded as if being called ‘Ane-san’ was the most natural thing in the world for her. 

Uh, wait… You guys are classmates, right?

“Hm? Aah…”

Noticing my puzzled look, Takagami-san explained.

“Besides being the vice-president, I’m also the class committee leader.”

“Oh, I see…”

It seemed the student in this class called the class committee leader with ‘Ane-san’…. My high school days were nothing like this. As expected of the Reiwa era generation.

“The shop seems to be running smoothly, huh?”

“Yes. We haven’t encountered any particular problem so far.”

I took a quick peek inside the classroom. The interior was girly with an overall pink theme, where girls dressed in nurse and witch costumes (both mini-skirts) appeared to be serving customers normally. The outfits were a bit risqué, but it felt like an extremely wholesome ‘maid café’ without anything weird in it.

“Huh? What’s that…?”

In each corner of the room stood four burly men in suits. Wearing black sunglasses, they stood at attention while surveying the room. Physically speaking, they looked like those ‘hunters’ from a certain TV show. 

“Hm? Aah…”

Noticing my puzzled look yet again, Takagami-san explained.

“They are ‘security’ to maintain order within the store. We scouted the best male students from the school to create an environment where everyone in the class can work with peace of mind.”

“Oh, I see…”

I decided not to comment on how their tough appearance didn’t match the girly atmosphere inside the store. 

High schoolers in the Reiwa era generation are something else, huh? (said in a monotone).

“But how did you make the girls in the class agree to wear such revealing outfits?”

“Our class has a good vibee~”

“Huh? Just because of the vibe…?”

I looked at Risa-san, wondering how come the shy Risa-san was willing to wear such a revealing devilish outfit. I thought for sure that she was going to vehemently refuse that kind of outfit. When I stared at her, Risa-san’s face turned bright red. 

“J-Just so you know, I already said I wanted a less revealing outfit, but Misaki was very persistent!”

“Ah…”

Risa-san must had fallen victim to Misaki-san’s infamous ‘Please Attack’. I understood her sentiment. Also, it seemed they had acquired the school permission to wear those outfits too. 

“Well, our school is not that strict after all. The school gives us the freedom to express ourselves.”

Isn’t it a bit too ‘free’ though? Well, as expected from a school in the Reiwa era generation. 

“And well, I also made a deal… No. A proposal with the principal that we could increase the number of admission for the school. For example, look at that table over there.”

When I checked the table near the hallway she pointed to, a group of four middle school boys in uniforms were watching the girls in cosplay work with enraptured expressions on their faces.

“Haa, haa… I might apply to this high school next year~”

“Me too~”

“…”

Right. I really can’t say anything more.

“But still, it’s pretty crowded, huh?”

The line extending to the stairs showed no sign of getting shorter. I was a bit hesitant to join the queue during such a busy time.

“Onii-san, is something wrong?”

“Oh, no. I was just thinking that we could go look for the key to the handcuff in the student council room first while waiting for the queue to ease up.”

I should get the handcuffs off as soon as possible so Maria-san wouldn’t get inconvenienced by it. 

“You mustn’t, Nagumo-san.”

“Hm?”

For some reason, Takagami-san reprimanded me.

“Today, you have to stay as Maria-san’s babysitter-… Ahem. The president might still be loitering in the student council room. It could be dangerous for you to go there now.”

Hm? Just now… Did you just say ‘babysitter’….?

“(We can’t let Maria-san’s free babysitter escape…)”

Hm?! Did you say ‘free babysitter’ just now?!

Takagami-san, who muttered the word ‘babysitter’ under her breath, yelled into the classroom. 

“Tsukishiro-san! Nagumo-san is here!”

“Huh?! Ossan is here?!”

Misaki-san, who was posing for pictures at a table with three women, turned around energetically. I waved lightly in her direction.

“Whoa! Ossan, when did you arrive?!”

Looking as if she couldn’t be happier, Misaki-san boasted to the women at the table, “That’s my husband!~” before finishing up her service and then jogged over to us.

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