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 43

“Reincarnation… You’ve got to be kidding me…”

At the heavy principal’s desk, the man I reluctantly call my father slumped forward—also known as Gotou Takeyuki. Watching this scene side by side with Maika, I pondered.

It’s likely the same pattern as us. His name, role in this world, and all his personal data remain that of the perverted homewrecker principal character, yet both his body and mind have been completely swapped with my father’s.

And at the same time, the perception of the world’s inhabitants has also been rewritten. With my father’s reincarnation, everyone now believes that Principal Gotou has always looked like this.

Maika and I are no exceptions.

Just like when we reincarnated into this world and everyone’s memories were altered, we’ve now undergone the same process due to his reincarnation.

Now, I can’t imagine the principal being anyone but my father.

One more thing we have in common is that his given name, Takeyuki, matches my father’s original name.

…But seriously, isn’t this too much of a coincidence? It was shocking enough when Maika and I reincarnated, but now we have both Riko and Takeyuki showing up in the next round of characters? I mean, names like Takeyuki aren’t exactly common, right?

For reference, my name, Kyugo, was something my dad came up with by reversing “Goyuki” (his weird nickname for Takeyuki) into “Kiyugo.” What kind of logic is that?

“This version of me is supposed to be a perverted homewrecker principal character… when I’ve got so much extra skin left!”

Despite the absurdity, my so-called father accepted my explanation much more easily than Maika had. Actually, his understanding of the situation—the fact that we’re in an NTR game world—is disturbingly quick. Faster even than I had processed it, despite having played the game myself.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Huh?! W-wait, Kyugo-kun. Or should I call you former my son (so-called)! Could it be…?”

Suddenly, as if something had clicked, the man who used to be my father shot up from his chair. The same man whose excess skin somehow passed down to me.

“There should be a sub-heroine named Riko in this game! She’s the student council treasurer with small areolas and no pubic hair! Since you, Maika, and I have all possessed characters with the same names… Does that mean… could Riko-chan also…?!”

“Wow, you catch on fast. Yeah, she’s alive.”

The fact that he knows such detailed information about Riko’s appearance proves it. This guy is just like me—no, probably worse than me…

“A-alive…? Riko-chan is…? That squishy, soft Riko-chan…?”

“She’s as squishy as ever. She’s become part of the Hyakunogi family, but aside from that, she’s the same healthy Riko as she was before her hospitalization. She’s even living in my house now.”

Her small areolas and lack of pubic hair are also the same as before, but I’ll keep that part to myself.

“――――…!! Riko-chan…! Riko-chaaaaan!! Squishy Riko-chaaaaaaaan!!”

Watching my pseudo-father break down crying like I once had, I couldn’t help but point something out.

“You’re the one who was planning to train that Riko-chan like a bitch, by the way. That’s why we’re here to beat you up.”

“I would never do that!”

Apparently, he wouldn’t. And of course, he shouldn’t. Even though we’re not biologically related in this world, trying something like that with your former family is seriously messed up.

A few minutes later…

“Ugh… I want to see Riko-chan soon… I want to hug squishy Riko-chan…”

“You’re really annoying. Stop saying ‘squishy’ over and over, you creep. And for the record, you won’t be touching her. You can see her after we’ve questioned you, and that’s it.”

There’s still a lot we need to clear up.

I slammed my hand down on the principal’s desk and locked eyes with my former father.

“We’ve explained everything from our side. Now it’s your turn. I don’t care about the two years you’ve been missing from our lives, though I do appreciate that you kept sending us living expenses and paying Maika’s tuition. What I want to know is how you ended up in this world during those two years of absence.”

“Well, that’s… Ahaha, Kyugo-kun, look at you, all grown up! Still playing baseball in this world? Good for you!”

The man, my former father, deflected the conversation with a forced smile, avoiding eye contact.

In reality, I went through a rough patch, becoming skinny as a rake, but in these past few months, I’ve undergone a dramatic transformation. Since he hasn’t seen me in two years, I guess this is how he remembers me.

“Don’t change the subject. I ended up reincarnating after I started playing 実況！パワフル甲子園 (Live! Powerful Koshien). Maika was right next to me when it happened. Riko doesn’t have a clear memory of it, but she mentioned browsing her purchase history for the game. What about you? You were playing it too, weren’t you? Probably the latest version?”

“Well… yeah, I guess. I was playing BokuKae!.”

So that’s how he abbreviates it. Just casually skipping over the most important parts. But before I could even get in a word, my father began his story quietly.

Yeah, when he’s quiet like this, the old man actually looks kind of cool.

“So, that’s about all I know as the main scenario writer for this game.”

“‘That’s all’? Give me a break, you damn silver fox!”

I buried my head in my hands while Maika silently kicked our dad in the shin.

My dad’s job turned out to be an eroge scenario writer.

Apparently, he dozed off while jerking it to his own game, and the next thing he knew, he was reincarnated inside it.

That fact, however shocking, isn’t the most important thing right now. No time to get distracted by that; it’s all just white noise at this point.

What was important were the countless bombshells he’d dropped over the past several minutes.

First and foremost…

“Ouch, Maika-chan… But listen, I’m basically one of the gods who created this world, right? Right? So what do you think, my dear son?”

“What I think is, why the hell did you name one of your NTR characters after me and one of your sex-crazed heroine side characters after your own daughter? Go die.”

So, it wasn’t a coincidence. The matching names between us and the characters in this world were deliberately chosen by the one who created it: my trash father.

My father, known in the world of eroge as Mocchiri Pakopako Dai-sensei (yes, that’s his full pen name), was the main scenario writer for such masterpieces as ‘Live! Powerful Koshien: My Older Female Manager Friend Who Promised To Take Me to Koshien But…’ and ‘The Noble Student Council President Who Forced Me to Join… Was Taken by the Perverted Principal I Promised to Reform the School With…’. Yeah, that Dai-sensei part? That’s part of the pen name too. Ugh…

“S-should I really be saying this? I mean, is it okay for me to talk about this stuff freely—ahh!”

Even as he averted his gaze, trying to avoid me, Mocchiri Pakopako Dai-sensei couldn’t escape Maika’s piercing glare. Her small face was right there, waiting, staring daggers from below in her delinquent crouch—just like Riko back in the day.

Yeah, they’re definitely sisters. No doubt about that…

“So… stop with the vague comments and spill it already… or else… I won’t let you see Riko…”

“Eek! I get it, I get it! Please stop making that scary face, Maika-chan! Please, blink your eyes!”

Sigh…

“Riko-chan asked me! She begged me to name characters after Kyugo-kun and Maika-chan! How could I refuse my sweet daughter on her sickbed?”

Wait… huh?

“What… the hell, Dad…? Huh?”

Damn it. This Q&A session was supposed to clear up questions, but all it’s doing is raising more. My head feels like it’s going to explode. Even Maika looks confused, muttering, “Riko asked…?” under her breath.

Yeah, there’s a lot to unpack here, but we’ll have to take it one question at a time.

“Wait, did Riko even know you were an eroge writer, Dad?”

“Well, no, I didn’t tell her about the eroge part. She was a middle schooler at the time. But she overheard from Rika-san that I worked as a game writer.”

“Mom, huh…”

I’d learned at the funeral that our mom—who left us when we were in elementary school—had visited Riko in the hospital several times.

Meeting her grown-up daughter after so long, I guess she must’ve let slip things she hadn’t told us before.

“When Riko-chan was first hospitalized, I was working on Live! Powerful Koshien. I covered it up by telling her I was making a baseball game. Unlike the Pawapuro-kun she liked, it had a deeper story, and I bragged about how I’d written the emotional ending that plays when you reach Koshien.”

“What a lie. ‘Deeper story’? It’s just a cliché NTR about a baseball club. The ‘emotional ending’ is the protagonist getting cucked into a mix of depression and arousal.”

“Anyway, after that, Riko-chan asked me if I could put ‘Kyugo’ and ‘Maika’ into my emotional story.”

“Into your emotional story, huh? Why the hell would my sweet sister ask you for that?”

“I-I asked her the same thing! But she wouldn’t tell me… Honestly!”

He’s clearly lying. His eyes are darting everywhere.

“You’re full of it. Spit it out,” Maika demanded, cutting through his excuses. Unlike me, she wasn’t holding back.

“I-it’s not a lie! I swear I didn’t hear why! But I kinda… you know? Had a feeling?”

“Stop being so vague, old man. Just tell us already,” Maika said, her tone ice cold.

“Okay, okay! Riko-chan was a huge brocon, right? And she saw Maika-chan as a rival! So, she asked me, ‘Aren’t you going to make a villainous older manager character who gets harshly rejected by the protagonist?’ Something like that.”

“I am not a brocon!”

“What is she even saying…?”

I guess this is how it is. Especially in front of our former father.

In our previous life, we did everything we could to hide our true feelings, especially in front of family.

Come to think of it, we still haven’t told Dad that we’re in a romantic relationship in this world, or that we’re even engaged…

Wait… we’re going to have to tell him that too? Man, that’s going to be so awkward…

But now’s not the time to get cold feet!

“So, basically, Dad, you couldn’t add a rejected love interest character into Koshien, so you decided to cast me as the homewrecker and Maika as the sex toy treated as nothing more than a convenient hole, huh?”

“You’re blowing it out of proportion, Kyugo. I just borrowed your names. It’s just a name, after all.”

“Yeah, like you’re in any position to laugh that off, old man.”

“Well, I mean… it wasn’t just the name. The characters’ appearances were kind of based on us too… wasn’t it? No way that was a coincidence… right?”

“How should I know? But yeah, probably not a coincidence.”

“Why do you sound so detached, Dad?”

“Well, I’m just the writer. The character designs were done by Rika-san. It’s not far-fetched to think she used your names as inspiration when designing them.”

“This piece of shit… Another bombshell out of nowhere…”

“Wait. My mom drew erotic game characters…?”

Maika’s eyes went wide. So, my parents worked together…? But that’s not the point!

“I’d always dreamed of dramatically revealing my job to my kids when they turned 18, but you two never showed any interest in me, so…”

Dad looked at us with a pitiful gaze. I guess it’s not that unusual for kids not to care about their parents’ jobs nowadays.

“My mom… drew me as an erotic character model…?”

Tears were forming in Maika’s eyes. I guess it is pretty shocking to find out both your parents are such messed-up people.

“My mom… drew me with tiny areolas and no hair… Thanks, Mom… even though I’ve completely ruined it now.”

She was crying tears of gratitude. I mean, I also got drawn as fully circumcised, and I’ve ruined that too. Sorry for being such a bad son.

“Yeah, Rika-san’s characters all have tiny areolas and no pubic hair. She must’ve had some serious insecurities about her big areolas and bushy hair.”

“Genetics!! That shitty mother!! It’s all her fault that I have inverted nipples too…!”

“Inverted? Rika-san’s nipples were so perky that she couldn’t help poking through her clothes without a bra.”

“Not genetic?! I’m a complete mutation! Why?!”