Hidan no Aria:BD Chapter5

Cast-off Table - Version: Roulette

Cast-off Table...the competition of strip games.

Before I knew it, half the matches had been completed...I didn't even have the time to ask myself why exactly I had been coerced into joining this.

Wearing a childish style of underwear that suited her childish body, (it was patterned with card suits)...Aria.

Wearing black, silken underwear that sensuously covered her body, which was worthy of a Gravure model...Shirayuki.

Wearing underwear of golden satin bordered with frills...Riko. Looks like she just has to make her underwear comically weird as well.

Wearing white, cotton underwear that felt devoid of personality...Reki. She was sitting with her knees up, her arms hugging them to herself.

The four losers had already stripped.

On the other hand, the four survivors were...

Having removed her skirt and left her blouse on for some reason, (it was the only thing she was wearing by that point)...Fuuma. She was displaying her fundoshi for all to see. Number of clothes left: one.

Conversely, having started with her blouse...Jeanne. All that was left was her skirt and its ribbon. Number of clothes left: two.

Having lost nothing but her socks...Hiraga. She stood there in her uniform, but barefoot. Number of clothes left: three.

And having survived till this point losing nothing but a jacket...Me. Number of clothes left: four.\

(...Clear your mind of all thoughts, and even the fires of hell will be pleasantly cold...)

I was left unable to even take a deep breath in that room, which was filled with the scent of girls. I just repeated a mantra in my mind, "Calm down, calm down..."

And for the second time, I warned myself.

I was currently in a state that would not be aroused by women: Hysteria Wiseman Mode.

But, this wouldn't hold for more than 12 minutes.

And apparently, it wasn't a state that could hold under the breaking point.

The wise man in me was gradually becoming a fool.

In terms of my senses...the yellow traffic light was in sight, so to speak.

Standing in the midst of this environment, which just screamed "Please get turned on!"...In the recesses of my heart, I felt the Hysteria blood flow on the brink of pulsating.

If this traffic light turns red and the fool inside me rises up...things will get ugly.