Gameplan

"How is she!?" Maida glared as the paramedics carted Yuzuha away on a stretcher.

"Not looking good. Not only are all her bones broken, but she's also in a comatose state. She may not make it, and even if she does, she'll likely be in a coma for the rest of her life. What the hell happened to her!?" a paramedic scowled.

"Dammit! I'll come with you. The rest of you are on your own, but don't you dare think of doing anything wrong!" Maida shouted towards the members of the chess club.

Everyone was in shock at what had happened. Utami and Mimoko were on the ground crying as they embraced each other in a hug while Yuusuke trembled and cried on his own as he too sat on the ground. Okisato, Iori, and Numakawa all looked frustrated, but the one most shaken by the ordeal was none other than Rodeo.

"Zenihara... No, was this... Because of me!?"

Okisato took notice of Rodeo and let out a sigh. "So that piece of shit went with plan b. Dammit, I should have been paying more attention to Zenihara-san, but sadly you can't protect every piece and still win the game, not unless your opponent deliberately avoids capturing any pieces. Inoue-senpai, please empty your tear ducts quickly. Right now, you're the only one who can save us from this oncoming assault," he thought.

Elsewhere, Peter confronted Haruki. "Well you truly are a vile piece of shit."

"Oi, oi, she's salvageable. If I didn’t hold back, they’d never agree to my challenge," Haruki waved as he headed for Mimoko's group.

Everyone looked up as Haruki approached them. Some of Yuzuha's blood still littered his clothes, but Haruki didn't care, in fact, he wanted everyone to see it.

"Hello Mimoko-tan, name's Haruki Kamoshida, I just had my way with Yuzuha-tan. Now, want to save Yuzuha-tan?"

Rodeo immediately charged at Haruki, only to be stopped by a strong punch to the gut.

"So sloppy. I could've trained you up good, if only your bald bitch wasn't hounding you every second of the day," Haruki snarled as he shot Iori a death glare.

"So if we play your game, Zenihara-san will be COMPLETELY healed?" Okisato glared.

"Was talkin’ to Mimoko-tan, but yes. Looks like you got 7 members, just like me so it'll be a team event. Of course, Mimoko-tan's the highest rated one here so if she says no, I can't help it and Yuzuha-tan stays like that till she dies... Or gives birth."

"YOU DIDN'T!" Yuusuke roared.

"Oh yes, I did. I said I had my way with her, and I did. Though if it makes you all feel any better, I did it after beating her up some, but before she lost consciousness."

All the sorrow and frustration the chess club had been feeling quickly turned to rage as they all shot Haruki death glares.

"You... You are irredeemable. I WILL vanquish you and save Zenihara-chan," Mimoko declared.

"Perfect. As soon as my DESPER's back and runnin’, we'll have a 7v7 battle," Haruki sneered as he walked away.

"Inoue-senpai, would you allow me to help craft a battle plan?" Okisato asked.

"Tanabe-kun, were you aware this fiend was targeting us?"

"I was, but couldn't talk due-"

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?"

"Mimoko-sama, i- It's not all his fault. He threatened us and said he'd hurt someone if we told anyone about it," Utami trembled.

"Utami-chan..."

"Not like I think any higher of Tanabe, but when we were alone in the puzzle cafe, he tried to warn us that Gorou was the main target, but we all brushed it off," Yuusuke mumbled.

"I see... Very well. Arguing with each other is the last thing we should do. Tanabe-kun, my apologies. You may aid in the crafting of the battle plan."

As Okisato nodded in approval, Peter watched from a distance. "You're at a disadvantage, Okisato Tanabe. You're the only one there who can easily beat Haruki at both disciplines. I fear even Mimoko Inoue will lose if she's unable to mate in time," Peter thought as he closed his book and walked away.

...

Everyone quickly retreated to the girl’s hotel room where they began formulating their gameplan. However, trouble arose as Rodeo began to have trouble learning some of the necessary moves.

"...No good. I'm too dumb…"

"We can't have that. This whole thing will likely come down to you if my prediction is true," Okisato glared.

"If the other's lives weren't at stake, I'd have no problem dragging you down with me."

"So what's the beef between you two?" Iori asked as she placed a bottle of hot wax on the end table.

"To put it simply, my family screwed his over," Okisato stated.

"Bastard's a yakuza."

The revelation quickly caused all who didn’t know of Okisato’s origins to gasp in shock, prompting him to take off his shirt and explain his past.

Once he was finished, Yuusuke shot him a nasty glare. "I always knew you were messed up, but to think you were a yakuza on top of all that!"

"It is quite the startling development," Numakawa scowled as he adjusted his glasses.

"Don't fight. I trust Tanabe-kun with this matter. Gorou-kun, how about I give you some one-on-one pointers now that we have some information to go off of," Mimoko smiled.

Rodeo nodded in approval as the tension began to ease.

"Perfect. Unlike Utami-chan, Gorou-san isn't infatuated with Inoue-senpai, so he'll be able to absorb more of her teachings. It would be nice if he didn't have to worry about playing, but considering he's probably the only one aside from me that could tank a punch from one of the piece of shit's slaves, maximizing his chances of victory in the chess portion is our best option," Okisato thought.

As Mimoko began training Rodeo, Iori began filming a video and smeared hot wax all over her head and face. She then ripped it all off, taking the bald cap off with it and freeing her now gloopy hair from it.

"Look at that! My hair and brows are back! And they said waxing removes all hair," Iori snickered as she ran her hands through her gloopy hair.

"So she just waxed the bald cap off. Well, it's unimportant. I unlocked her gag ball ages ago anyway," Utami grumbled.

Okisato noted that Utami had gotten much more confident, and that perhaps, she could reach even greater heights now that she was beginning to find her groove. However, he still needed to ensure victory, which is why he decided to play her in a series of practice matches.

...

The next day, the chess club arrived back at where they found Yuzuha to find Haruki along with his six large muscular bodyguards. Tsar Grigori was also present, but looked more like he was there to spectate.

"I take it he's here to spectate?" Okisato glared as he stared at Grigori.

"Naturally, if I were to participate, you would refuse the challenge, therefore I am a spectator," Grigori snickered.

"Then is this your team?" Okisato glared at Haruki.

"Yup, me and my boys, Rudolph, Elijah, Niles, Gustavs, Alejandro, and Igor," Haruki snickered.

“Then if you and the six guys around you are your team, that's fine. We'll participate so long as Tsar Grigori is not on your team. Now, the conditions for the match?"

"Team chess boxing. Best of 7 wins. As for the rules, standard chess boxing rules meaning all blows above the waist are allowed, though ya won't get an instant loss for a crotch punch, just a little jolt."

"'Jolt'?"

"Yeah, you'll get an electric shock, that'll freeze ya in place for a bit. And speakin’ of punishments, when your team loses, you die, Mimoko-tan dies, that bleached haired guy dies, the nerd dies, Utami-tan becomes my sex toy, and the big lug loses all freewill and personality and becomes my slave proxy that I can control at my beck and call even with just y thoughts."

"And if we win, all the injuries we sustained in the battle will be completely healed, all the injuries you gave Yuzuha Zenihara yesterday will also be healed in addition to any losing conditions you placed on her being completely reversed. In other words, she'll be restored to the state she was in before you challenged her yesterday. As for you and your slave proxies, when your team loses, your slave proxies will explode to death, and you will have all your bones explode from within, leaving you alive, but unable to move or heal for the rest of your life."

"Oo, so scary, so is all your team in agreement?"

"Yes, we are," Mimoko glared.

"Good," Haruki sneered as he activated his DESPER.

The scenery immediately changed to that of an indoor boxing ring. Grigori immediately headed towards the bleachers that spawned and sat down as the combatants all headed for their respective areas.

"Oh yeah, whenever someone loses, they'll be imprisoned in a bubble off to the side until the whole thing is settled," Haruki stated.

"So who's reffing?" Okisato glared.

"The DESPER itself. There won't be a physical manifestation, but it will announce things via the loudspeaker. Best of all, I made the voice sound like Svetlana-tan's."

"Quite bold to do that before the tsar."

"He promised me Svetlana-tan's hand in marriage should I win."

"So who's first?"

"My boy Rudolph. He used to be a tour guide in the alps, but then he lost to me. Oh, the look of fear on his family's face when I made him chuck em off the mountain was glorious," Haruki sneered as a muscular man in Baverian attire entered the ring.

"I see, then we'll nominate our team's hero to save his soul, the mighty Shouben-san."

"The hell you insulting me now for!?" Yuusuke cried.