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Hm? What are you looking at, Mizuki?

Ah, Minami-chan, this thing is placed here...

Erm, what is it? Somthing I asked all the Okamas...? Is this a popularity contest?

Yes. Sakomoto-kun is in first place. Akihisa-kun looks like he's in 2nd place.

They got involved in some unbelievable thing again?

Oya. Do the two of you have an interest in this plan? Actually, there's a female-

Eh? No, not at all!

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