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 30

“Let’s finish this in an instant.”

Getting into the set position, I glare at the third base runner as I move into my pitching motion.

Nothing changes. Absolutely nothing.

I’m throwing a full-force fastball high and inside.

Whether it’s a hit or a squeeze doesn’t matter. My control can be rough; either way, I have no intention of letting them hit it properly.

“He’s running!!”

I notice even before the infielders have to say it. The third base runner starts moving during my pitch action.

Yeah, I knew it. Exactly as expected.

It’s a squeeze.

I’ve been waiting for this!

“Here it comes—!!”

This pitch, my 127th today, was undoubtedly the best arm swing of my baseball career. The perfect fastball. I’m not measuring, but I can feel it.

It exceeded 150 km/h.

And yet, that white ball hits the cleverly angled bat of the batter.

Did it really hit?!

Despite the speed, a strong team can still manage to make contact with a bunt.

But that’s all they can do.

“Kyugo!!”

Maika’s voice. Maybe Sakura Miyakotona, the coach, Nomo, Yogi, Kinoko, and others are shouting too, but I can’t hear them. All I hear is Maika. In my world, there’s only Maika and baseball.

The bat, overwhelmed by the soaring high and inside pitch, pops the ball up slightly instead of rolling it.

And the little fly ball lands about halfway between the mound and the third baseline—

When I realize it, I’ve already stretched out face down, the ball just barely caught in the tip of my glove.

It was a diving catch. Instinctively, I had leaped forward.

“Got it!”

No sooner does the umpire call the batter out than Nomo, leaping over my body, snatches the ball from my glove with his left hand and throws it in mid-air. The throw, straight and true, is caught by Kato, who was positioned above third base—

“Out!!”

The third base umpire, in his first major moment of the day in a game riddled with homers, errors, and strikeouts, makes a passionate call. The runner, desperately trying to get back to third, is just a fraction of a second too late compared to Kato’s tag.

Out!!—which translates to, out.

One out from the caught fly ball and another from the third base runner who couldn’t make it back in time. A double play established from one out with bases loaded.

Ninth inning, the third out of the inning, the twenty-seventh of the game, taken by Netora Academy’s defense.

Which means.

“…we won…”

Almost simultaneously with my murmur.

“Uooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Cheers erupt from the field and the bench. The Netora Academy baseball team is sprinting towards me.

Hey, hey, hey, what’s this? Some are even crying. It’s just a practice match, isn’t it? Acting like they’ve clinched Koshien.

Well, they did work hard, too.

“Good job, this victory is thanks to you guys—”

“Awesome, what was that move, Nomo?” “Was that acrobatics?” “He’s Ushiwakamaru, Ushiwakamaru!”

“Your…”

“Hey, the winning RBI was Nomo’s double too!” “Too much contribution in attack and defense for a freshman!” “You’re basically Shohei Otani, man! You even got a cute girlfriend!”

“These guys…”

As I lie there, they pass me by and surround Nomo, who scratches his head embarrassedly, “Nah, it was just luck, luck. Girlfriend? Who? Otani?” or something like that.

This damn clueless protagonist…! Deserves to be cuckolded, guys like you!!

I’ll admit, though, the last play was incredible. His speed and agility were too much.

Was he always that good? He definitely showed more than what he practiced.

“Kyugo!!”

The only person who comes running to me, still stunned face-down, is Maika…!!

“No, Maika. You shouldn’t come onto the field.”

“Not the time to talk! Are you hurt!?”

“Not a scratch, it was just a dive.”

Really, she worries too much. I remember she did the same in a previous life during a game and got scolded. Damn, she’s too cute.

I stand up to show I’m unhurt and then casually place my hand on my anxious girlfriend’s head.

“We won, Maika. Cool, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

Don’t play fair now, getting all honest suddenly. That’s cheating; I’m going to fall even more for you. I love you.

“…The reward, let’s save it for when we get back, right? Otherwise, it’ll happen again.”

“Yeah, that…”

Maika gives me a dangerously sweet upward glance, prompting me to quickly head towards home plate for the final lineup. If I don’t move now, she might make me ejaculate with just her eyes… I’ve already started leaking… Sweet secretion, even just 30 milliliters, makes quite a mess in my underwear. Maika turns back to me with eyes like a lioness that has spotted its prey. She’s too sensitive to my ejaculations. It’s practically a superpower at this point.

“…”

As I encourage my teammates to line up, I catch Sakura Miyakotona’s eye in the dugout. She’s holding back tears, nodding earnestly, apparently moved.

At least with this, I’ve fulfilled my promise to her. I’ve probably earned her true trust now.

Undoubtedly, a significant step. With this victory, we’ve come closer to Koshien.

If we keep pushing forward, I can make it to Koshien.

I can fulfill my promise to Riko!

…Come to think of it, I hadn’t thought much about Riko during the game.

When was the last time that happened? For two years since that day, my mind had been filled only with thoughts of Riko. I had even stopped hearing her cheers during the game.

I was that focused on the game… focused, right? On the game…? Well, let’s just leave it at that. Yeah, that’s fine.

Because today, I must have shown Riko, the most important sister in the world, the coolest side of me!

“Riko, I did it…”

My breath catches.

Beside the dugout, through the protective net, the beloved sister who should have been enthusiastically praising her brother, Riko, a beautiful girl holding fans labeled “Brother” and “Unique.”

Her large eyes—cold as ice, staring intently at me.

Chills run down my spine as I remember.

15 years ago, those eyes gazed at me when I returned from Koshien.

Two years ago, the night before her condition worsened dramatically, I glanced back as I left her hospital room, catching her gaze.

Had I erased the memories because of the shocking events that followed each of those looks, or because I couldn’t bear those eyes themselves?

I don’t know. Overwhelmed by those piercing eyes, I feel utterly lost.

Then, now, and always.

Probably swirling inside the most precious person in my world, my sister, is—