Chapter 270: B - The perfect setup for an impending disaster

Nothing beats a Saturday night out in downtown Ashiya to bring Hakuto, his stepsisters, and Chantal closer together.

Or at least, that’s what the ever-optimistic Shin and Kagura believe.

It’s a golden opportunity Irina has no intention of wasting.

"I’m sure our dear Claire will loosen up after just one sip of chūhai! She’ll turn into the most uninhibited girl in the world, and then... bye-bye, virginity!"

As far as Hakuto is concerned, a night out alone with Claire, Irina, and Chantal can only mean one thing: inevitable disaster.

Between Irina’s perverted ideas and the downright awful relationship between Chantal and the Kurotsuki sisters... the chances of this quiet night actually staying quiet are close to zero.

With the best of intentions, the four of them set off toward downtown Ashiya.

Hakuto is wearing brown corduroy shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

Claire, true to her usual style, has gone with something more understated: leggings under a knee-length skirt and a fitted T-shirt.

Irina and Chantal, on the other hand, look like they competed to see who could dress more provocatively.

Irina is wearing a miniskirt so short it barely covers her panties, along with a top so skimpy it looks more like a bandeau.

Chantal, meanwhile, has opted for a blouse so sheer that her white bra is clearly visible, paired with a set of dizzyingly high stilettos.

Hakuto knew it.

He’d known from the start that tonight was going to be a disaster. But he never imagined it would be this much of a disaster.

Starting with their choice of venue: the most popular nightclub in the city.

Entry is normally restricted to adults, but the Kurotsuki name and a generous tip for the bouncer did the trick.

Not only that, they even managed to snag the most exclusive table in the club. Alcohol included.

The perfect setup for an impending disaster.

It only takes one tiny sip of her cocktail for the alcohol to hit Irina instantly.

"B-Big Bro... hic... look how sexy I am..." she slurs.

Then she kicks off her shoes, climbs onto the table, and starts dancing barefoot, improvising a series of clumsy, uncoordinated moves.

She’s trying her hardest to look as seductive as possible, but anyone watching can only assume she’s one of the club’s strippers high on something.

"Look at me! Look how hot I am! I’m the hottest girl in the world!" Irina yells, her face as red as a tomato as she bounces around on the table, flailing her arms like a maniac.

Hakuto has never felt this embarrassed in his life.

And to think she was planning to get Claire drunk...

At the end of her rope, Claire is about to drag her sister off the table by force, but Chantal beats her to it.

"Get down from there before you get us kicked out, you drunken demon slut!"

"T-That insult again...? Hic... I’ll... I’ll show you...!"

Irina launches herself at Chantal in a flying dive, but before she can crash into her, Chantal beats her to it. While Irina is still airborne, Chantal grabs her by the shoulders and drives both knees into her stomach at the same time.

She then uses her legs like springs to launch Irina over her shoulders.

After sailing through the air in a long arc, Irina crashes into a nearby table, overturning it along with everything on top.

Streams of alcohol pour all over Irina as she lies dazed on the floor in a puddle of wine and liquor.

As if things weren’t already disastrous enough, the table Irina landed on belongs to the U.S. heavyweight boxing team, who are celebrating their victory at the world championships that wrapped up earlier that afternoon.

A bunch of drunken, musclebound brutes who are always looking for a fight even when they’re sober — let alone when they’re wasted.

"That brat one of yours?!" one of them snaps angrily at Hakuto.

It’s Mick Tyssen, the team’s star fighter.

"We don’t know her. Never seen her before in our lives!" Chantal shoots back before anyone else can get a word in.

"I wasn’t talking to you, woman! This is between men! Get back in the kitchen!"

At those words, Hakuto suddenly goes pale, his eyes widening.

He knows Chantal all too well, and he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

He ducks under the table as if an earthquake is about to hit.

Which, to be fair, isn’t all that far from the truth.

Chantal shoots to her feet.

Her heavy footsteps echo through the nightclub, almost drowning out the deafening music as she marches toward the fighters’ table.

Hakuto watches from the safety of his hiding place beneath the table.

His common sense is screaming at him to intervene before it’s too late, but he knows full well that there’s nothing he can do to stop her now.

"I don’t think I heard you right," Chantal hisses, glaring down at Mick Tyssen with murderous eyes as he remains seated.

Before answering, Mick rises to his feet, and now he’s the one towering over her.

"You’re right. It’s a damn shame a babe like you is stuck in the kitchen. You’d look a lot better in my bed."

He bursts out laughing, and his teammates join in.

Hakuto smiles too, but not for the same reason.

He’s just imagining the look on that brute’s face after Chantal beats him to a pulp.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

BAM!

Chantal’s elbow slams into Mick’s face like a bolt of lightning.

A moment later, he’s already sprawled unconscious on the floor without even realizing what happened, his nose broken and bleeding.

"Y-You little bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!"

As he tries to get back up, Chantal drives her knee into his face, knocking him out cold.

"Anyone else got something to say?!" Chantal growls at the other boxers around the table.

Silence.

The boxers merely exchange bewildered looks.

They can’t believe a single girl just took down their strongest fighter in only two hits.

"Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your evening," Chantal concludes.

She grabs Irina by the arm and drags her back to their table like she’s taking out the trash.

But not even the prestige of the Kurotsuki family is enough to stop the bouncers from throwing them out without a second thought.