Believing She Has Been Reincarnated into a Baseball Game, My Little Sister Is Aiming for the Koshien, While I Give It My All to Keep Her from Finding out That It’s Actually an Ntr Game - Chapter 1

My sister died. I quit baseball. I bashed Otani in the Yahoo comments.

I hate baseball, Otani, leukemia, and men who can’t keep their promises.

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In a dark room with the curtains tightly closed, I plug my ears with headphones to block out the noise of kids playing outside.

They’re really going at it, even in the middle of a hot summer day. Seriously, they must have nothing in their heads.

I’m not like those guys. I play games elegantly and intelligently in a room cooled by an air conditioner on full blast. This is what a civilized person looks like.

“Wait, what…? Are you serious, man?”

I sigh in front of the computer.

I just started playing this game today. One of its main characters shares my first name—Kyugo Yamada.

That’s a turn-off. The last thing I want when escaping reality for entertainment is to see my own name.

Well, that alone would have been fine. It’s not such a rare name, after all; coincidences like this happen.

But the real problem is—

『Hey, Kyugo. Is thick banana yogurt flavor okay for the protein shake?』

“Hey, Kyugo. I said it’s lunchtime. Cold Chinese noodles. Move it.”

I gasp!

The former was a sweet, coaxing female voice through the headphones.

The latter was a languid voice from behind after my headphones were snatched away.

Turning around in a flash, I saw a woman with ash-blonde short hair. She stood imposingly in a loose white T-shirt and shorts, looking down at me with cold eyes.

“Maika… huh? Aren’t you supposed to be at university?”

“Nah, summer break started today.”

Oh right, summer break. I hadn’t thought of that. As a kid, I hardly had breaks with all the practice and games. Now, it’s like I’m on break all year round.

“Stop entering my room without permission, will you? I’ll eat whatever.”

“You haven’t eaten, right? Look at that skinny body. You’ve lost like thirty kilos since your peak, haven’t you? Your hair’s a mess too—super gross. Should I shave it down to five millimeters?”

“Don’t touch me. It doesn’t matter anyway; I’m not meeting anyone.”

It’s been two years since that summer day. I barely graduated high school one year and four months ago and have been living a NEET life, almost never going outside.

Maybe it was the shock of losing her, but my father disappeared at some point. Well, if I seriously looked, I could probably find him, but since he still sends money for living expenses, I don’t feel motivated to search. He seems to be doing fine with his freelancing gig, I guess.

So, the only person I see every day is this girl, Maika. It’s pretty much like I’m not meeting anyone at all, yeah.

Yet even now, Maika clouds her beautiful face at my words—ah, I just admitted she’s beautiful.

“You’re not planning to go tomorrow, are you? Seriously?”

“Like I’d go. I’m not interested.”

“If you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t know what ‘tomorrow’ refers to. You’re checking their games, aren’t you? Miyashita-kun’s changeup was amazing. It took him two full years to perfect it—the technique you taught him.”

“Well, the way it breaks isn’t bad, but it’s all aimed at strikeouts. If he let them hit grounders, he wouldn’t have to throw so many pitches. And stop making the ace pitch a complete game in the semi-finals, old man Watanabe. It’s always about patching things up with him. They don’t have a decent second pitcher; they’ll probably get crushed tomorrow.”

“If you have so many opinions, why don’t you just go tell them directly… You know, have you noticed? The coach, Miyashita-kun, and the other juniors have come to visit you several times, right? They’re saying they’ll make it to Koshien^[1]Koshien refers to a few related concepts in Japan, primarily associated with baseball. It is most famously the name of Hanshin Koshien Stadium, located in Nishinomiya, Hyōgo Prefecture, which is the … Continue reading this year and they want you to come watch.”

Of course, I’ve noticed. I’ve gotten countless messages from guys I know from back home too. I’ve ignored them all.

“I don’t care, man. I really have no interest in baseball anymore. I hate it.”

At my mumbled response, Maika sighed again in exasperation.

“Trying to say that while doing this makes you sound completely unconvincing. You’re dripping with attachment.”

“What do you mean by ‘this’…?”

What is she talking about? When you say ‘this,’ it’s used to refer to something near the speaker— In my case, the only thing near me is this computer and—

“Ah!”

“A baseball game, right? Wait, ‘Kyugo’? Since when do you name your game characters after yourself?”

Maika peeks over my shoulder at the monitor.

This is bad… Of all times, now?!

“No, Maika, this is something that just ended up on my computer unknowingly. It probably got mixed in when I bought a bunch during a sale.”

“Wait, what? ‘Maika’? What’s this? The name that appears above this line of dialogue, that’s this girl’s name, right? Eh? Wait, you’re not saying—”

“No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong. The names of the female manager and the baseball club members, they’re all set by default! I didn’t choose them!”

Displayed on the monitor was a baseball club member named Kyugo in a uniform, and a blonde short-haired female student.

Below in the window was the text, “Hey, Kyugo. Is thick banana yogurt flavor okay for the protein shake?” accompanied by the name “Maika.”

Meaning, this female student—Maika-chan—was the one speaking to Kyugo-kun.

“Huh. So that’s it. That’s an incredibly unfortunate coincidence. That, that, that—like I’d be fooled! Show me, you idiot!”

“Stop, I’m telling you, it’s really—!”

I desperately tried to hide the screen as Maika forcefully tried to move my hands.

The soft pressure against my back wasn’t the issue right now.

“You’re definitely up to something terrible with a character named after me, aren’t you!? This isn’t really just a baseball game, is it? What is it then? A fighting game!?”

“No, uh… Yeah. Maybe it’s a fighting game or something. Yeah.”

It was a lie. Of course, it was a lie.

Because I can’t tell the truth. I can’t let it be revealed.

The title of the game I was playing was Live Commentary! My Childhood Friend Who Is a Senior Baseball Club Manager… Promised to Take Me to Koshien…!—commonly known as “Powerful Koshien.”

So yeah. It’s an eroge. Just like the title suggests. Yes. An NTR game. N-T-R! A cuckoldry game.

And this Kyugo Yamada, he’s the homewrecker from the younger junior, the protagonist. And Maika… well, she’s one of the girls who gets thoroughly messed with.

I really can’t let this get out!

“That reaction just confirms it’s a lie! What’s your goal here!?”

“Hey, just calm down for a second. Seriously. This is really dangerous!”

Maika, leaning all her weight on my back, had completely lifted her feet off the ground.

If this were two years ago, carrying her weight would have felt like carrying nothing at all.

Maika, still in the mindset from our childhood, naturally jumped onto my back as if nothing had changed.

But I’m not the same as I was back then. I haven’t been lifting weights like before. My weight is probably not much different from Maika’s now.

Meaning, I can’t support it.

Especially not while trying to cover the screen with both hands.

By now, I no longer have the strength to carry my little sister on my back.

So, if things continue this way—

“Show! Me! Show me, you crappy brother! Cowardly NEET!”

“Stop, don’t struggle! Hey, wait—ah!”

I fell forward, following the laws of physics—and crashed headfirst into the display.

I wonder if either the computer or I could just die from this. That might save me.