Hello!
Good to see you all again!
I know you're all excited for this chapter, I am too.
Let's see what happens here.
MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Start:
Arriving early to class was unusual for Ike and Yamauchi, who typically managed to slip in just moments before the bell rang. Yet today, there they were, bright-eyed and surprisingly energetic. Ike, wearing a broad, mischievous grin, practically bounced into the classroom as he called out loudly to Yamauchi.
"Whew, man! I could barely sleep last night—I was so excited for today!"
Yamauchi mirrored his friend's enthusiasm, cackling gleefully, eyes gleaming with wild anticipation. "Ha ha! This school is just the absolute best! I can't believe it's almost time for swimming lessons! And when I say swimming, I mean girls. And when I say girls—"
His voice lowered dramatically, yet remained distinctly audible throughout the classroom.
"—I mean girls in school swimsuits!"
His words hung in the air, the crude excitement dripping from his every syllable. The atmosphere shifted palpably; several girls visibly recoiled, cringing at the overt vulgarity. A small, disgusted murmur rippled among them, but neither Ike nor Yamauchi seemed to notice or care. Their minds were entirely occupied with their fantasies.
Kiyotaka quietly watched from his isolated seat, observing the disturbing enthusiasm of the pair with faint amusement. Even so, a mild discomfort settled upon him as he imagined the class descending into further chaos if their excitement got out of control.
He observed Yamauchi and Ike closely, idly wondering how the two might react if they ever discovered his numerous intimate accidents—each more outrageously erotic than the last—due entirely to his inexplicable curse. The image of Yamauchi and Ike's faces twisted with envy and disbelief brought a rare flicker of amusement to Kiyotaka's typically indifferent mind.
He imagined vividly how the two might react if they learned he had already felt a random female student, a very hot one at that, squeeze his balls or if they knew about Kushida's big butt pressed intimately against him due to a simple stumble.
Kiyotaka almost pitied himself for being the unwilling protagonist in such bizarre erotic scenarios. Yet, simultaneously, a twisted sort of humor filled him at the thought.
If only this ridiculous curse could be transferred, he mused. He vividly pictured Ike and Yamauchi falling dramatically to their knees in front of him, comically begging with tearful, desperate eyes, hands clasped pleadingly, voices trembling dramatically. "Ayanokouji-Sama, please bestow upon us your divine erotic misfortune!"
The imaginary scenario was almost entertaining enough to crack his eternally neutral expression.
Almost.
But he wouldn't wish such horror on these women, it was bad enough that these erotic misfortunes were happening, but at least it was with him and not with Ike or Yamauchi. That was the bright side at the very least.
Wasn't it?
Just then, Ike's voice interrupted Kiyotaka's musings, sharply snapping his attention back to reality.
"Hey, Professor! Come here for a sec!"
"Uh, you called?" a chubby boy timidly responded, shuffling toward them. Sotomura—nicknamed "The Professor" for his apparent technological expertise—wore an expression of wary curiosity.
"Professor, can you record the girls wearing their swimsuits for us?" Ike asked shamelessly, voice filled with perverse anticipation.
Sotomura straightened slightly, eyes glinting as he adjusted his glasses dramatically. "Leave it to me. I'll pretend to be sick so I can skip class and observe."
"Record?" Okitani piped up nearby, looking intrigued. "What exactly are you guys planning?"
Ike turned toward Okitani, practically vibrating with excitement. "We're going to have Professor rank the girls based on their breast sizes. And if we're lucky, maybe he'll get some quality pictures on his phone, too."
Kiyotaka observed Okitani's face closely, noting how quickly the usually reserved boy became interested. Okitani eagerly leaned closer, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Seriously? You guys are placing bets?"
"Exactly!" Ike grinned, triumphantly slapping his hand down on his desk. "We've got probabilities and everything! Wanna join?"
Okitani hesitated briefly, then nodded quickly, clearly sold on the idea. "Alright, count me in!"
Ike practically cheered, pumping his fist triumphantly, drawing more curious stares from classmates nearby. The Professor eagerly opened up a detailed spreadsheet, the screen illuminating his face dramatically as if he were unveiling a sacred text.
"Alright, boys, gather around," the Professor said conspiratorially, adjusting his glasses with exaggerated seriousness. The atmosphere grew electric, the boys pressing closer, eyes shining with anticipation.
"As it stands, Hasebe has emerged as our number-one contender for biggest breasts in the class," the Professor declared solemnly, almost reverently. "Odds are currently at one-to-eight. Some names, admittedly, have longer odds simply due to lack of intel."
Okitani whistled appreciatively, eyes widening at the complexity of their system. "Wow, you guys are really serious about this, huh? Isn't this...a bit excessive?"
Ike scoffed loudly, throwing an arm dramatically over Okitani's shoulder. "Come on, Okitani, don't be naive! We're men! And men have precisely two sacred things constantly on their minds—tits and ass!"
A ripple of snickers spread through the gathered boys, their whispered agreement enthusiastic and fervent. Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow slightly, mildly amused at Ike's complete lack of filter.
At this point, their were around six boys in the group, five huddling around Ike's desk as they talked.
"Anyway," Ike continued passionately, "the bets start at 1,000 points to join. High stakes mean high rewards, after all."
Yamauchi suddenly leaned in dramatically, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll let you guys in on something—but you gotta swear to keep this between us." His eyes shifted left and right dramatically, as though enemies lurked in every shadow.
"What is it?" Hondo, filled to the brim with curiosity, asked.
Yamauchi swallowed hard, eyes wide with a mixture of pride and nervousness. "The truth is," he paused dramatically, clearly savoring the moment, "Sakura confessed to me."
A stunned silence descended briefly, then erupted into chaotic exclamations. Ike practically jumped out of his seat, eyes bulging dramatically. "Wh-what?! Seriously?! She did?! Yamauchi, did your lifelong dream of snagging a girlfriend finally happen?"
Yamauchi waved frantically, shushing him quickly. "Not yet, idiot! Keep it down! But yeah, seriously. I mean, Sakura seemed really plain and quiet at first, but then I saw her outside school and…" He took a deep breath, eyes glazing over dreamily. "Man, she was huge. I'm debating whether to accept or not"
Ike shook his head vigorously, clicking his tongue dramatically. "You absolute fool! You shouldn't date a girl just because she's stacked! Aim for the real prizes, like Kushida or Hasebe! Sakura is just way too plain."
Such awful words.
If there had been more students around, or some of the more confrontational ones like Kei or Shinohara, things would have already evolved into a fight due to Ike's words. He needed to consider himself lucky that they weren't inside class yet.
Or Sakura for that matter who Kiyotaka highly doubted actually asked out Yamauchi.
And he was sure that Yamauchi was lying for a good number of reasons.
She was lucky too, to not be around and hear this kind of thing, especially considering what was said next.
Yamauchi scowled, clearly stung but quickly regaining his bravado. "Hey, I'm just saying—her chest size is completely underrated! Trust me, she's the dark horse here."
On a somewhat related note, it was a good thing that his friend, Sudo, was also not present in class currently. Kiyotaka would have disliked the fact that Sudo's reputation would take a hit due to being associated with the six boys currently taking bets on breasts size.
The glares of the female classmates were already livid and angry enough, especially as the group still continued their animated debate, voices rising and falling with passionate arguments. Placing their bets and debating the choices of who bet on who. The absurdity of their conversation momentarily made Kiyotaka wonder if he were witnessing a comedy sketch rather than reality.
Yet despite himself, he found it oddly fascinating, even mildly entertaining, life in this classroom would never be dull, though whether that was positive or negative remained very much undecided.
Kiyotaka's gaze drifted briefly across the classroom, settling inevitably on a girl seated a few rows away.
Her distinctive green hair cascaded softly down her shoulders, framing a quietly composed face. Even beneath her loose uniform, her figure was breathtakingly voluptuous, curves generous and impossible to ignore. Her enormous breasts strained gently against the fabric, making it clear to anyone observant enough—she was easily a favorite to win this absurd wager.
If forced to participate in this ridiculous bet, not that such a thing was possible, Kiyotaka decided silently that his money would unquestionably be on her.
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Inside the boys' locker room, chatter and laughter filled the air as the students got changed for their swimming lesson. Kiyotaka quietly opened his locker, taking out his swimsuit and quickly getting changed without attracting attention.
Nearby, Kouenji stood confidently in front of his locker, openly admiring his reflection in a handheld mirror. "Magnificent, truly magnificent," he proclaimed loudly, striking a pose. "It must be difficult for you all to share a room with someone as splendid as myself. A superior specimen in every sense."
Yamauchi, already irritated by Kouenji's vanity, turned around sharply. "Could you tone it down a bit, Kouenji? Nobody wants to hear you bragging."
Kouenji laughed lightly, looking at Yamauchi with a condescending smirk. "Oh? And what gives someone as thoroughly ugly as you the right to criticize me?"
Instantly, Yamauchi flushed red, fists clenching tightly at his sides. "What the hell did you just call me?"
Kouenji raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Ugly, Yamauchi-kun. Or perhaps your ears are as deficient as your looks?"
Yamauchi stepped forward aggressively, but Sudou grabbed his shoulder, holding him back. "Hey, chill out, Yamauchi," Sudou said gruffly. "He's just messing with you."
Kouenji gave a dismissive shrug. "Oh no, I wouldn't waste my valuable time on someone as trivial as you two. Your hostility is quite primitive."
Sudou narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You wanna say that again, Kouenji?"
Before tensions could escalate, Hirata quickly stepped in, raising his hands to calm everyone down. "Come on, guys, let's relax. We have swimming soon; there's no point fighting here."
Yamauchi hesitated, still annoyed but calming down thanks to Hirata's intervention. Sudou glared at Kouenji but stepped back grudgingly.
Kouenji merely chuckled again, running a hand smoothly through his hair. "Thank you, Hirata-kun. It seems you're the only one here with some class. Perhaps there's hope for this sorry group after all."
Kiyotaka finished changing, quietly observing Kouenji's arrogant display. He briefly wondered how Kouenji could remain so confidently aloof even while openly irritating half the class. Despite his overbearing nature, there was a certain elegance to Kouenji's confidence.
Still, Kiyotaka felt certain that Kouenji's arrogance might eventually get him into trouble.
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The students filed out to the expansive indoor pool, murmuring in excitement at the sight. Ike loudly broke the silence, looking around eagerly. "Whoa, check this out! This school's got an even better pool than the city one!"
The vast pool stretched before them, water shimmering invitingly. Ike sniffed the air dramatically, looking impatiently around the area. "But where are the girls? Aren't they ready yet?"
"They usually take longer to change," Kiyotaka said calmly. "Give them a bit."
Ike groaned impatiently, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He glanced mischievously toward the girls' locker room. "Hey, guys—what do you think would happen if I just ran into the girls' locker room right now?"
Yamauchi chuckled darkly. "They'd probably beat you up and then file charges against you."
Ike shuddered, his face exaggeratedly pale. "Geez, Yamauchi, do you have to ruin my fun with such a realistic answer? Now I'm scared to even think about it."
Yamauchi just laughed again, shaking his head at Ike's imagination.
"If the girls catch you staring too much," Kiyotaka added dryly, "they'll probably end up hating you."
"Aw, come on," Ike complained loudly, completely unapologetic. "You can't tell me there's any guy here who wouldn't look! But seriously, what am I supposed to do if I end up getting a boner?"
Several classmates chuckled awkwardly, rolling their eyes at Ike's lack of filter. A few of the boys glanced toward the girls' locker room, anticipation clearly mixed with nervousness.
Kiyotaka remained quiet, internally shaking his head. Though crude, Ike's excitement at least guaranteed one thing: their swimming class definitely wouldn't be boring.
As the boys gathered eagerly around the university pool, quiet laughter and soft murmurs drifted from the girls' locker room, instantly drawing their attention.
All eyes shifted expectantly toward the entrance as the girls emerged gracefully, stepping onto the tiles in small, animated groups. Each girl wore the dark-blue, university-issued swimsuits, sleek and form-fitting, perfectly accentuating their youthful figures.
At the front of the group was Kushida Kikyou, whose mere presence naturally commanded attention. Her sweet, cheerful smile masked her internal disgust at the way numerous pairs of eyes immediately fixed upon her figure. Among them, Ike stood out prominently, his mouth agape and eyes bulging as he openly leered at her without any shame.
'Ugh, disgusting,' Kushida thought darkly, suppressing a wave of intense irritation beneath her serene exterior. 'Ike, you repulsive insect, I genuinely hope you slip, crack your empty skull, and drown.'
Despite her internal fury, Kushida maintained her bright, sweet facade. Her swimsuit hugged every inch of her body in scandalous detail, the tight, dark-blue fabric shamelessly showcasing her luscious, mouthwatering curves.
Kushida's huge breasts thrust outward provocatively, straining the swimsuit to its limits, creating a sinful, deep valley of cleavage that invited eyes to plunge into its plush depths. Every subtle motion made her soft, full mounds bounce and jiggle enticingly, their abundant weight barely contained by the thin material, promising unimaginable softness beneath.
Her slim, delicate waist accentuated the sheer generosity of her figure, gently flaring outward into her sinfully plump and shapely thighs. Each sensual stride showcased their mouthwatering softness, the smooth, supple flesh pressing together seductively, trembling and jiggling softly with every motion.
The atmosphere, previously quiet and respectful, abruptly shattered as Ike let out an enthusiastic, crude shout that echoed around the pool. "Whoo! Man, look at all these hotties! Today's a freaking dream come true!"
Immediately, several girls recoiled visibly, their expressions swiftly shifting from mild discomfort to open disgust. Shinohara was among the first to react, shooting a venomous glare directly at Ike.
"Seriously, Ike? Could you keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself for once?" Shinohara snapped sharply, her voice echoing with genuine irritation.
Mori quickly joined in, her expression equally disdainful. "Honestly, Ike. If you had even half the decency Hirata-kun does, you wouldn't embarrass yourself so much."
Yet Ike appeared entirely unbothered by their criticism, far too enthralled by Kushida's alluring figure and seemingly friendly smile to pay attention to the rebukes. Meanwhile, Hirata, sensing the awkward tension, stepped forward to help calm the situation.
"Come on, Ike-kun," Hirata said gently yet firmly. "Let's tone it down a bit. Everyone's here to enjoy swimming, not to feel uncomfortable."
As Hirata tried to mediate, Yamauchi and Hondo stood near the edge of the pool, excitement fading rapidly into confusion as they anxiously scanned the crowd. Yamauchi nudged Hondo, his eyes wide with growing concern.
"Wait, Hondo, do you see Sakura or Hasebe anywhere?" Yamauchi whispered urgently.
Hondo looked around, his expression similarly anxious. "No…I don't."
As Yamauchi and Hondo desperately scanned the pool area, their hopeful expressions gradually twisted into confusion and mounting dread.
"Wait, where are they?" Yamauchi murmured frantically, eyes darting from face to face.
"Over there!" Hondo suddenly exclaimed, pointing towards the stands. Both boys turned their gazes simultaneously, hearts sinking visibly as they spotted Sakura and Hasebe sitting comfortably in their school uniforms, clearly not intending to swim.
Sakura immediately shrank under their overly intense stares, tugging nervously at the edges of her skirt, cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "Wh-why are they looking at us like that…?" she stammered softly, clearly unsettled.
Beside her, Hasebe shifted uncomfortably, arms folded defensively across her chest. "Probably disappointed we're not swimming," she remarked dryly, irritation evident in her narrowed eyes. "Honestly, they should give it a rest already."
Across the pool, Yamauchi visibly deflated, shoulders slumping in exaggerated despair. "No way... our plans are totally ruined."
"Forget it," Hondo sighed dramatically, shaking his head with exaggerated grief. "Guess it was too good to be true."
Nearby, Mori quickly shifted everyone's attention, waving energetically toward Hirata from the shallow end of the pool. "Hirata-kun, come join us already! The water's really nice!"
"Yeah, hurry up!" Wang chimed in cheerfully, splashing playfully, coaxing Hirata forward. A few more girls joined in, eagerly beckoning him to jump in and help dissolve the lingering tension Ike's outburst had caused.
Smiling gently, Hirata surrendered to their playful insistence, entering the water gracefully. "Alright, alright, you win," he laughed warmly, his soothing presence instantly diffusing the residual awkwardness. Within moments, he was comfortably chatting and laughing, effortlessly restoring harmony among the group.
Not far away, Miyake found himself drawn into a relaxed conversation with Inogashira and another classmate.
And another group formed, Kushida taking charge as she enjoyed herself with Shinohara, Maezono, and another female classmate. And somehow, she had managed to get Ike with them and while that wasn't impressive, what was is that she somehow made the entire ordeal enjoyable, with the girls moving past Ike's blunder and even enjoying his presence somewhat.
Pretty much everyone was in a group minus three people.
Horikita sat at the edge of the pool and was calmly reading a book, and far away from her, Kouenji remained conspicuously detached from everyone else, elegantly lounging by the pool's edge as well, absorbed entirely in admiring his own reflection. His aloof demeanor stood in stark contrast to the lively activity around him.
And as for Kiyotaka.
He had been floating, quite literally, away from the class, eyes fixed upward, enjoying a rare moment of peace amid the lively atmosphere.
This was nice…relaxing even. The masterpiece concluded.
Sadly it wouldn't last forever.
As the lively atmosphere around the pool gradually settled, a loud, authoritative voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's immediate attention.
"All right, everyone, line up!"
A tall, muscular man in his early forties stepped forward confidently. His presence was imposing, projecting the image of someone who had dedicated his entire life to athletics. His broad shoulders and stern gaze carried an undeniable charisma, instantly silencing any residual chatter.
"Wow, that guy looks intense," Ike muttered nervously, nudging Yamauchi.
"He looks like the type of guy who could bench press the entire class without breaking a sweat," Yamauchi whispered back, eyes wide in apprehension.
"Twenty-six students today? Good attendance," the instructor remarked approvingly as his eyes quickly scanned over the assembled students. "Thought we might have more absentees. Good to see most of you willing to participate."
(There are only thirty students in my version of classroom of the elite, unlike the 40 in the light novel or 25 in the anime (no idea how much in the manga))
His gaze briefly paused on Sakura, Hasebe, and a reluctant boy named Tanaka, who awkwardly stood in his uniform off to the side.
Hmm… where's the fourth one? No matter, he could find out later.
"You three! Why aren't you changed and ready to swim?" the coach called sharply.
Sakura shrank visibly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "U-um, I…"
Hasebe crossed her arms defensively, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden spotlight. "We're just observing today, sir."
Tanaka nervously raised a trembling hand, avoiding eye contact. "I, uh...can't swim, sensei."
The instructor's stern expression softened just slightly, he could understand why with the two female students, and as for the young man… his expression softened a bit more though his voice remained firm. "Listen, young man, being unable to swim is exactly why you're here. By summer, you'll swim as naturally as you walk. Change into your suit and join your classmates."
Tanaka sighed, shoulders slumping, reluctantly nodding as he trudged toward the locker room to change. Hasebe and Sakura, relieved to be ignored, quickly took seats in the stands to watch from afar.
"Now then," the instructor continued briskly, clapping his hands sharply to regain everyone's focus, "after your warm-up laps, I want to see your swimming ability clearly. Show me your best—swim like you mean it."
As students entered the water to complete their warm-ups, the teacher carefully observed from the pool's edge, scrutinizing each swimmer with professional precision. Yamauchi, driven by bravado, finished quickly, pulling himself from the pool with a triumphant, exaggerated flourish.
"Ha! Did everyone witness my incredible swimming prowess?" Yamauchi boasted loudly, standing with a smug grin. "Back in junior high, they called me the 'Flying Fish,' you know!"
Kiyotaka, leaning casually against the poolside, raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly amused. No, Yamauchi. You swam the exact same as everyone else, he thought silently.
The instructor gave Yamauchi an indulgent nod, clearly unimpressed but choosing not to crush his spirit outright. "Well, it appears most of you are capable swimmers, at least."
Yamauchi puffed his chest out even more, grinning broadly as Ike slapped him encouragingly on the back. "See? Told you, guys, I'm practically a professional."
Ignoring Yamauchi's boastful claims, the instructor announced with enthusiasm, "Alright, to get everyone properly motivated, we're having a small competition. Boys and girls will compete separately in fifty-meter freestyle races. The winner gets 5,000 points!"
The announcement instantly stirred excitement among students, enthusiastic cheers and eager murmurs breaking out.
"Five thousand points! That's amazing!" Sato whispered eagerly, eyes shining.
"However," the instructor continued, a serious edge returning to his voice, "the last-place swimmer from each group will attend supplementary swimming lessons. Consider that extra motivation."
Groans rippled through the less confident swimmers. Ike's eyes bulged dramatically, confidence rapidly deflating. "Supplementary lessons?! Wait, wait, seriously?"
"Better swim your heart out then, Ike," Sudo teased loudly, grinning widely. Ike shot him a dirty glare, suddenly nervous.
"Since we have a sizable group of girls today," the instructor continued briskly, "we'll split you into groups of five. Top finishers will then compete in a final round. Boys, your race will follow theirs."
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Horikita stepped onto the starting block with a calm confidence that drew immediate attention.
Beside her stood Maya Sato, Shinohara, Mori, and Wang, each girl preparing herself in her own way—stretching lightly, adjusting swimsuits, or simply taking calming breaths. The atmosphere around the pool grew charged with anticipation as the boys leaned forward eagerly.
"Ready!" the instructor's voice boomed. "Set—go!"
The girls dove gracefully into the water, their bodies slicing through with practiced ease. Horikita immediately surged ahead, demonstrating a fluid, powerful stroke that separated her swiftly from the rest of the pack. Her slender arms moved with perfect form, each stroke propelling her forward effortlessly.
"Wow! Awesome, Horikita!" Ike shouted enthusiastically, clearly impressed despite himself.
The other boys joined him, cheering loudly, eyes wide as they followed the girls' progress. Maya and Shinohara fought closely for second place, but it was clear from the outset that Horikita was unbeatable. Within moments, she touched the pool's edge, her victory unquestionable.
"Horikita wins! Twenty-eight seconds flat!" the instructor called approvingly.
Horikita climbed gracefully out of the pool, her breathing steady, seemingly unaffected by the exertion. The boys, however, were mostly distracted, eyes shifting between admiration of her skills and the alluring movements of the other girls in their sleek swimsuits.
The next group took their positions, and Kushida's presence immediately ignited fresh excitement. Yamauchi practically leaped from his seat, fists raised enthusiastically. "Kushida-chan, you can do it! You're the best!"
His fervent cheer immediately ignited a chorus of excitement among the other boys. "Kushida-chan! Kushida-chan!" echoed enthusiastically, voices overlapping in fervor.
Kushida responded with a dazzling smile, waving delicately toward her cheering fans. Her playful acknowledgment instantly intensified their enthusiasm, cheers erupting louder and wilder.
"She's waving at us!" Ike practically screamed, voice cracking dramatically with excitement.
"Kushida-chan noticed us!" Hondo shouted joyfully, clapping wildly.
"I'm in love." Okitani dreamily whispered to one of his buddies who chuckled and nodded in understanding.
The whistle blew sharply, and the second race began. Kushida, radiant with her bright smile, dove gracefully into the water alongside Onodera, Mori, and two others. The boys' eyes remained glued to her alluring figure as she swam, her movements captivatingly smooth.
"Everyone, burn these images into your mind! Remember the fap material you see here today!" Ike yelled shamelessly, pumping his fists into the air with reckless abandon.
Huh?
"Yeah!" echoed the other boys enthusiastically, openly leering despite the disapproving glares from girls nearby.
Seriously? Kiyotaka deadpanned at the direction of Ike. He honestly had no idea what to say or think in response to that.
Ignoring them, he chose to focus back on the current race going on.
Onodera quickly took the lead, moving with impressive skill and power, leaving no doubt about her swimming background. Kushida, despite her popularity, was struggling to maintain pace. Still, she swam determinedly, her graceful figure continuing to hold everyone's attention.
"First place, Onodera! Twenty-six seconds!" the instructor announced impressively.
Cheers erupted once again as Onodera smiled humbly, climbing from the pool to receive congratulations. Kushida eventually finished fourth, her time a respectable thirty-one seconds. She exited gracefully, still smiling despite not winning.
Immediately, the boys eagerly moved to the sidelines, their previous concerns forgotten as they awaited the girls' performance. Ike, Yamauchi, and a few others leaned forward, expressions openly anticipating the upcoming display.
Kiyotaka noticed Horikita sitting alone, silently drying herself with an indifferent expression
Seeing as it was going to take a while until it was his turn, Kiyotaka walked over to her discreetly, his presence going entirely unnoticed amidst the enthusiastic cheering echoing around the area.
"You swam well," Kiyotaka commented lightly, his tone casual.
Horikita lifted her gaze, eyes widening subtly in surprise upon seeing him. Her eyes briefly lingered, unintentionally tracing over his toned, athletic physique—defined shoulders, sculpted chest, and lean abs still glistening from the water that trailed down his torso. Realizing her lapse, she quickly averted her gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
"It's nothing special," she replied coolly, her voice carefully neutral. "Swimming is basic physical activity. Hardly worth noting."
Kiyotaka paused thoughtfully, observing her quiet composure. "Maybe, but your lead was pretty significant. The difference between you and the others was obvious."
Horikita glanced back at him briefly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. "Of course. There's always a clear distinction between those who put in effort and those who slack off."
Another moment of comfortable silence passed between them. Kiyotaka found himself quietly intrigued by the subtle competitiveness beneath her aloof exterior.
"Your race should be coming up soon," Horikita finally remarked, breaking the silence. Her tone carried a hint of curiosity, though she masked it well. "Think you'll manage to keep up?"
"I don't plan on holding back." He stated without boast, which only garnered her interest further.
He sat beside her silently, pleased that she didn't seem to mind, and the pair watched as the next few races commenced.
The instructor's booming voice interrupted them, calling the boys to attention. Hirata, Miyake, Yukimura, Hondo, and Okitani took their positions on the starting blocks. Instantly, cheers erupted—primarily for Hirata, whose popularity among the girls was unmistakable.
"Kya! Hirata-kun!" a girl shrieked excitedly.
"Hirata-kun, you're amazing!" another called adoringly.
Sudo scowled slightly, clearly irritated by the adulation Hirata received. "I'm going to blow you out of the water next round. I'll use all my power," he muttered darkly.
Hirata merely smiled warmly in response, completely unfazed. The whistle sounded, and he dove elegantly into the water, instantly drawing gasps and squeals of delight from the watching girls.
"He's surprisingly fast," Sudo admitted grudgingly, watching with narrowed eyes as Hirata's athletic form sliced effortlessly through the water, quickly pulling ahead of his competitors.
"Go, Hirata-kun!" girls cheered ecstatically, captivated by his graceful strokes.
"What's his time, sensei?" Ike demanded impatiently as Hirata smoothly finished the race.
"Hirata-kun's time is 26.13 seconds," the instructor announced, impressed.
"All right, Sudou, you can definitely beat that! Bring down the hammer of justice!" Ike encouraged loudly.
Sudou scowled determinedly, his competitive fire clearly ignited. "Leave it to me. I'll demolish him and his popularity," he growled.
Meanwhile, Hirata received enthusiastic praise from the girls as he emerged from the water, shaking droplets from his hair. "Hirata-kun, you're incredible! You're not just good at soccer; you're an amazing swimmer too!" one girl called enthusiastically.
"You really think so? Thank you!" Hirata responded politely, his charming smile effortlessly melting their hearts.
"Stop ogling him!" another girl teased her friend, laughter erupting.
"Huh? I'm not ogling!" her friend squeaked defensively, prompting further giggles.
Hirata chuckled softly, brushing back wet hair with casual ease. "Come on, girls, don't fight over me. I belong to everyone," he joked lightly, eliciting even more delighted squeals.
Unnoticed by most, Kouenji calmly prepared himself for his race, stretching languidly, each movement executed with almost theatrical elegance. His unusual choice of attire—a tight, vividly colored speedo—quickly drew amused murmurs and incredulous stares from every direction.
"Hey, wait—why the hell is Kouenji wearing a speedo?" Yamauchi whispered loudly, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Ugh, seriously?" Ike added, wrinkling his nose with distaste. "That's way too much information."
A soft ripple of laughter and stunned giggles echoed among the girls, though there were quite a few who stared with apparent blushes on their cheeks, in awe at his physique, while some boys shook their heads in embarrassed disbelief. Yet Kouenji simply offered a dazzlingly confident smile, completely unfazed by the whispers.
"My abdominal muscles, back muscles, and psoas major muscle are in peak condition, as usual," Kouenji declared proudly, voice smooth and dripping with self-assurance, utterly unconcerned with modesty or humility. "Please take note and admire them freely!"
"Weirdo," Sudo grumbled irritably, fists clenched, clearly annoyed by Kouenji's ostentatious display.
Yet, when the whistle sharply echoed through the pool, Kouenji sprang forward with incredible precision, diving into the water in a textbook-perfect form. The class's amused murmurs quickly transformed into stunned silence as Kouenji surged ahead, his powerful strokes cutting through the water at a blistering pace, rapidly leaving his competition far behind.
"Holy crap! Look at him go!" Yamauchi shouted in astonishment, jaw dropping openly.
"No way… He's like a machine!" Ike added incredulously, eyes bulging in shock.
The entire class watched, completely mesmerized and dumbfounded, as Kouenji effortlessly sliced through the water, quickly reaching the end of the lane with remarkable ease. He touched the wall dramatically, turning to smirk confidently at the stunned onlookers, clearly basking in their awe-struck expressions.
"23.22 seconds!" the instructor called out in disbelief, double-checking the time with wide-eyed amazement. "That's…incredible."
Kouenji casually climbed out of the pool, smirk widening further, his hair and sculpted body barely wet, as though he had merely strolled leisurely through the water rather than swum with such extraordinary speed. He shook his head theatrically, golden hair catching the sunlight, utterly enjoying the shocked and admiring reactions he received.
"Well," he announced loudly, flexing subtly for added effect, "naturally, this is nothing more than my usual performance."
End.
So we didn't have any erotic accidents in this chapter…sadly.
But the next chapter, which we'll continue with the swimming episode, will certainly feature an accident!!
So look forward to the next chapter.