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 38:

I was furious, the first time in a long while. I was running, resolved in my heart.

“I’m going to kill that perverted principal…!”

It’s not just about keeping Riko from discovering this world isn’t a baseball game but a perverted NTR game without any escaping—it’s much more serious than that.

Riko was in danger.

I’d never let another man’s finger touch her. Not now, not ever.

Especially not that perverted principal…! I’ve seen him around school a few times—a bald, sweaty, fat man, the epitome of a dirty, old man who seemed popular among the users of a well-established brand.

Luckily, it seemed the main game hadn’t started yet, set in the peak of summer. I guessed that the next scenario would start with the protagonist (whose name I didn’t know) being forcefully recruited into the student council by its president.

I was about to confront the student council president. Unfortunately, the principal had already left for the day, but the student council president, as one would expect in an erotic game, seemed to stay late in the student council room, so I decided to talk to her first. I had just seen her a little while ago visiting the baseball team’s training camp, so she was definitely around.

“Hey, you damn bitch! Are you threatening me again with that video, huh?!”

I slid open the door to the student council room on the second floor of the main building without knocking.

What leapt to my eyes was,

“Oh, oh, oh, ooh! I can’t resist, the sweaty, musty smell of the baseball team’s balls…”

I quietly closed the door.

Calm down, just calm down. There’s no way. Behind this door, in the sacred student council room, a beautiful woman with a long ponytail couldn’t be snorting through a straw stuck in a foul cup (primarily used by catchers to protect their parts from a hard ball) covered with a condom, rubbing herself against the corner of an executive desk moaning loudly. I must have seen it wrong.

I took a deep breath, calmed my nerves, and slowly opened the door again.

“Ooh, oof! Ooh-hoo!”

I hadn’t seen it wrong. In the sacred student council room, a beautiful woman with a long ponytail was indeed doing exactly that.

“What are you doing, Miss Student Council President…?”

“Oh? Ooh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Yamada Kyugo…!? Why are you here again…!? Ah, I’m coming. Ooh…”

The perverted ponytail twitched and crumbled to the floor as the corner of the desk became soaking wet.

“How can I not ask what’s in front of me when there are things I urgently need to know?”

“So, so…”

The perverted ponytail ground her teeth in frustration, then glared fiercely at me,

“You’re a well-known delinquent. You’re planning to blackmail me with this condom and make me your sex slave, aren’t you!? I won’t submit! Ooh!”

“Don’t come in the afterglow. Don’t twitch. The condom is the least of your problems compared to all the blackmail material you’re providing right now.”

The puddle on the floor kept spreading. Oh no…

Despite my disgust, I looked again at the object on the desk. No matter how many times I looked, there was a straw stuck in a foul cup (primarily used by catchers to protect their parts from a hard ball) covered with a condom. I hadn’t seen it wrong.

“Did you steal a foul cup from the baseball team to use as a masturbation aid… Wait, the size of this condom… it could be…”

Well, no doubt, it’s the condom I had used to threaten her before. It belonged to Yamada Kyugo before I was reincarnated. That’s why it’s XL size. That’s why it’s Sagami ultra-thin.

See, Riko, even if it’s thin, it’s still strong. Thickness and strength aren’t always correlated. In terms of size and thickness, there’s no use for me. I cried.

“No, no, no, no…! How presumptuous! How can you claim I stole this used dick guard!? I might have bought it myself! Why do you assume it’s stolen!?”

“Because it says ‘Yogi’ on it. And you just confessed it’s ‘used’.”

Don’t write your name on a foul cup. In what scenario would that be useful? Ah, it’s proving useful now. Dad in heaven, maybe your teachings weren’t so misguided after all.

“Damn…! Leading questions… How vile and brutal… But now that you’ve exposed everything, I can’t make excuses… Ever since that day, I’ve been sucking on this condom continuously, and when the condom’s euphoria wasn’t enough, I sought even greater pleasure and stole this used dick guard from the baseball team to make myself a complete blackmail material for enslavement…!”

“You’ve confessed everything on your own. What does it mean to suck on a condom? What’s this euphoria from a condom? Don’t talk about it like it’s a gateway drug.”

Previously, I likened the possession of condoms in NTR school dramas to cannabis, but it seems I wasn’t entirely wrong. It’s a slippery slope—the honorable student council president fell this far because of just one condom I gave her… No good. Absolutely not.

“Wait, have you really been sucking on that same condom for two months? Sagami’s durability is insane. Truly made in Japan. But really, sucking on a condom?”

“I had no choice! A dignified student council president like myself has no other way to get condoms!”

“They sell them at convenience stores, in the same cases as daily necessities and stationery. Well, whatever, I’ll give you some. I have seven extra of that size. I’ll never need them.”

“What…!? Damn you, you plan to drown me in a swamp of condoms, then use it to turn me into a rubber-soaked sex slave with the baseball team’s delinquents!?”

“There are too many unknown words there.”

“Ohh!”

“I’ll give you the condoms anyway. I won’t make you rubber-soaked or whatever. I just want information.”

Finally, we could get to the main point.

“Information, huh? The most humiliating and overwhelmingly ‘ohh’ thing for me is having the stinky balls of delinquents on my head while being slapped by multiple delinquent dicks and ridiculed vulgarly as a ‘dick ponytail.’ I’m an F-cup smoothie. Damn, to think I’d endure such a disgrace…”

That wasn’t helpful.

“I’m not interested in smoothies. Tell me about the current members of the student council instead. And return that foul cup to Yogi. I can’t face my grandfather in heaven otherwise. I don’t want to touch it, so you put it back in Yogi’s bag yourself.”

“Understood. As an apology, I promise to return a new one… Hmm? Student council members? You don’t know? First, there’s me, the president. Then Vice President Olivia. Shion handles general affairs. And recently, Riko, who you must be deeply involved with, joined as the treasurer. By the way, the secretary position is open. If you have any recommended balls, let me know.”

“…! How did Riko get involved…?”

“She nominated herself. Other than the president, I have full authority over appointments, and she successfully passed the essay and interview I set up.”

Riko did that herself… But now’s not the time to focus on that.

Somewhere in this school, the protagonist isn’t yet part of the student council. He hasn’t met the heroines. The NTR scenario hasn’t started.

“However, Riko is truly excellent.”

The president fluttered her ponytail nonchalantly as she stood up, then collapsed again, shuddering. She’s lingering too long in her ecstasy. It’s too creepy how her eyes roll back each time she ‘ohhs.’

“Of course she is. She’s my sister. I can’t let her stay in this perverted organization. I’ll make her quit? Withdraw? Resign? immediately.”

“What presumptuous things to say. Do you think you have the right? Isn’t it too presumptuous for a student… I am aware you’re quite familiar with Hyakunogi’s older sister.”

“Huh? What are you trying to say? Too presumptuous? Do you have a problem with my relationship with Maika? You—Hmm? Hyakunogi, sister?”

“No, it’s not a complaint. It’s just common sense that treating someone’s sister as your sister-in-law before marriage is unreasonable.”

“Sister-in-law…?”

Is this pervert misunderstanding something?

It seems he thinks if Maika and I get married, Riko would become my sister-in-law.

“So, Madam President, are you under the impression that Maika and Riko are actual sisters?”

Well, they were in a past life, so it’s understandable if things get mixed up but—Hmm?

Wait, that’s odd.

Such a misunderstanding only makes sense if we three were actually siblings in a previous life. Naturally, the student council president, who wouldn’t know any of this, shouldn’t have such an idea.

“Hmm? Could it be that Maika and Riko aren’t sisters? I assumed they were family because of the uncommon surname but—Hmm? No, but you just treated Riko as your sister-in-law…”

Like me, the president tilted her head in confusion. Don’t convulse in confusion. Don’t ‘ohh’. Don’t shake your hips on the foul cup. Yogi’s belongings are getting too much exposure to other people’s fluids.

“Wait, just wait. No, no, no, no, wait.”

“I won’t wait. I’m coming. Ohh!”

I had a terribly bad feeling. As the president’s words came together, a certain conclusion was forming in my mind.

No, it can’t be. Right? Surely not, not something like that.

“Hey, Madam President. You’re not mistaken, right? That unusual surname… it’s Riko’s, right? Or do you think Yamada is unusual? It’s Yamada Riko, right?”

“Ohh? What are you talking about? The Yamada surname is common, with over 800,000 people nationwide. I’m not quite sure what you want to ask, but of course, we strictly verify identities upon joining.”

…So that’s it. Probably even old man Watanabe, the coach, would know, right? Was Riko keeping it a secret?

Now that I think about it, it’s strange that Riko never wanted to be on the bench as a scorer…

Oh. No way. Seriously?

I’ve already concluded in my mind.

“Madam President… that surname of Riko’s, could it possibly be…”

“Hyaku… no…gi.”

“Say it properly.”

“Ohh. Hyakunogi. Hyakunogi Riko.”