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 46

“That’s Yogi Souta, Yogi’s younger brother, huh…”

Two days after the terrible reunion with my garbage of a father, it was Monday lunchtime.

Maika and I were here under the pretense of checking on the meals of the first-year baseball team members, scouting out Class 3 of the first-years.

By the way, my father, who’s lived as a freelancer for ages and never had a proper job, obviously has no idea how to be a principal. Apparently, he’s struggling, but I don’t care. Not my problem. Honestly, he should just retire already. For the record, in this world, he’s single with no children, so he doesn’t face any issues when returning home. Of course, I have no intention of letting him stay at my place. He’s not getting anywhere near Riko.

Still, I let them meet at the entrance. He was sobbing. Collapsed in tears. Riko was sweetly patting his head with a smile. So cute. So kind. So soft. But I don’t want her touching any man but me.

“Hmmm, doesn’t look much like your brother. He’s thin. And his skin’s really smooth. Pale, too.”

As Maika said, Yogi Souta, who was sitting alone eating bread, looked exactly like a typical harem rom-com protagonist—or rather, like a protagonist from a cuckold (NTR) game. He looked incredibly easy to steal from. Unlike Yogi, he didn’t even have acne. Probably due to different family environments. Yogi’s father, though…

However, in his shirt pocket, there was a pen, glimmering faintly. It was probably the gift Yogi mentioned receiving from his father. Yogi’s dad, though…

According to one of his classmates from the baseball team, his academic performance was excellent. Yet, his constant lethargy, smug attitude, and the fact that he kept a fountain pen in his chest pocket seemed to irritate others, leaving him isolated in class. Yogi’s dad, though…

“Well, it’s clear now. He’s not the one I need to deal with.”

This passive guy isn’t likely to join the student council on his own. He’s the typical “swept along by events” protagonist. Even though I came to check, just like the scenario writer said, he’d be forced into the student council by the president. I didn’t even need to ask; it was right there in the game’s title.

Also, according to the info from that scenario writer, Yogi Souta had a childhood friend he’d been dating since middle school, but after she transferred to another school, she got taken by a senior delinquent there. That experience of being cuckolded left him with a distrust of women, which is where the game begins.

The one who extended a hand to him was the student council president, the main heroine. A harem rom-com starting from NTR—it’s a genre that’s been trending on sites like Kakuyomu.

But this NTR escalation, courtesy of the legendary Mocchiri Pakopako-sensei, takes it to another level. He plunges the protagonist into despair at the start, then lifts them up, only to send them crashing back down. Truly the NTR rollercoaster. Masterfully done, Mocchiri Pakopako-sensei…!

In other words, if that girl hadn’t intervened, Yogi Souta would’ve just been another faceless, unlucky guy who had his childhood girlfriend taken away at another school.

So, the only one I need to mess with is that beautiful student council president.

For now, I’ll bring her a condom as a gift.

“Fshuu, fshuu… oh… ohhh… ohhoho!”

“What the hell?”

When Maika and I stepped into the student council room, we were greeted by a girl with a ponytail, face down on the sofa, rhythmically thrusting her hips while sucking air through a straw stuck into a condom.

I had considered buying a bench press bench for the student council, but installing a lock on this door seems like a higher priority.

“What the hell is this, Kyugo? Why is she sucking on a straw stuck in a condom, tripping out? Did you put some illegal powder in there?”

“Nah, nothing. Maybe just the lubricant?”

Sorry to break it to you, hiding behind my back in shock, but you’ve probably done something similar with my… fluids. I’d like to take a national poll to see which girl people think is worse. Damn, if we were real siblings, Maika would’ve won hands down…

“Oh, ohhhoh! You again…! Damn…! Am I finally being turned into a female slave…?!”

With a look of deep resentment, the ponytail girl glared at me, but when I handed her a box of ultra-thin condoms disguised in a macaron box, she drooled and pounced on them. What’s with this ridiculous charade?

For the record, the macarons originally in the box were devoured by Maika and Riko.

I caught a glimpse of Maika typing into her phone something about “a flavor reminiscent of the aftertaste of 48-hour-aged sweet juice” after eating a pistachio-flavored macaron. I lost my appetite for them after that.

This ponytail girl, who even made Maika shudder, might be more of a monster than I thought.

I definitely can’t leave my precious little sister around such a beast.

“Damn… to think someone as virtuous as I would fall this far… So, what do you want, you devil…?! Ohhhoh…”

“Riko’s leaving the student council. I’ve got her permission. If you have any formal withdrawal forms, hand them over.”

“I see. That’s probably for the best…”

The student council president sat up on the sofa and responded quietly.

That reaction surprised me. Despite the condom bribe, I expected at least a little resistance.

But, given this, it seemed like we could have a proper conversation.

Maika and I took seats on the sofa opposite her, with the coffee table between us.

When she offered to make us some tea, I declined and pushed the conversation forward. I didn’t want to risk ingesting anything suspicious. It might not even pass a doping test.

Sipping tea from Yogi’s foul cup, the president spoke bitterly.

“I know it’s wrong to show a first-year student such disgraceful behavior… Of course, I would never suck that thing in front of others… But the withdrawal symptoms… I can’t control them…!”

“Hey, Kyugo, this is about condoms, right? Why does she look so pained?”

“No idea. Well, if Riko can quit the student council, that’s all I care about. If she tries to come back, make sure to stop her. Let me know, and I’ll bring you more condoms each time.”

“Damn…! You really plan to sink me to the bottom, don’t you…! Ohhhoh. Tea smells like balls. Ohhhoh.”

“I want to go home.”

“Endure it. This is part of life. Anyway, President, this means both the treasurer and secretary positions are open now, right? So, make a promise. As long as you’re in the student council, don’t let any boys in.”

“…If I could do that, I wouldn’t be struggling like this. I know you’re saying this out of concern for me, but overcoming an addiction isn’t easy. It’s not something you can just will away. As you know, I can’t resist the smell of stinky balls. Even now, I’m itching to get some balls into the student council. In fact, I’ve already picked out candidates and planned to invite them today.”

“……!”

As usual, her words were full of things to retort to, but her last comment erased all other concerns. That was all that mattered to me.

“Candidates? Who are they? Tell me.”

“You’re quite pushy… Fine, here’s the list I made while in a trance.”

She handed me a stack of A4-sized papers. I skimmed through them quickly.

Each page had the profile of a male student, complete with a photo. All of them looked like they had seriously stinky balls. About 80% of the information listed was about their balls. Most of it was speculation, personal impressions, or outright delusions. On top of that, each guy was ranked from S to E based on how stinky his balls seemed. Yogi’s older brother was the only one who earned an S rank, with a note saying, “(Confirmed by using a chaste-guard).” However, it also stated, “(Ineligible for recruitment as he’s a baseball team member).” Then don’t put him on the list in the first place.

And finally, on the last page was the name—Yogi Souta—ranked E for ball stinkiness.

But—still…

“Heh, you caught on, Yamada Kyugo. Yes, that first-year is the younger brother of S-rank Yogi. I see him as a diamond in the rough, one that will start to stink with a little polishing.”

“In other words, your real target was always Yogi’s older brother…”

No, in the original story, this girl was supposed to “fall” after being trained by the stinky ball principal. At the point when she recruits Yogi Souta into the student council, she was still supposed to be a dignified student council president.

Could it be that she had always been instinctively drawn to the scent of stinky balls? Perhaps she had always had her eyes on Yogi’s older brother, even before the whole condom debacle. Yeah, I don’t really care.

“Anyway, I can’t resist the temptation of stinky balls anymore. And it’s all your fault, Yamada Kyugo. No matter how much I try to stop, I can’t. I’ve decided to recruit two pairs of stinky balls—no, four stinky balls—from this list for the student council. Just imagining it… ohh!”

“Nope. No balls. Recruit two girls instead.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Why should I follow your orders? This urge is beyond anyone’s control now! Balls! Balls, balls, balls!! Let me smell the balls! My balls alone!!”

“Just get a boyfriend already!”

“Ba… Balls? …A boyfriend…?”

“Yeah, right? If getting high off stinky balls is your goal, wouldn’t it be faster to find a stinky-ball boyfriend instead of dragging guys into the student council?”

“T-That’s true…! That way, I could monopolize the smell…! But, someone like me, with no romantic experience, a strict and feared woman since childhood… a boyfriend…?”

“Just date Yogi’s older brother already! Yeah, that’s it. Good idea, me.”

I snapped, annoyed at the sudden self-introduction she was giving that was straight out of an eroge, but this was it.

If she had the stinkiest boyfriend, she wouldn’t need to go after other guys’ balls. And if her boyfriend was Yogi’s older brother, who clearly had the stinkiest balls of them all, then there’d be no way she’d want to let other guys into the student council or, worse, be tempted to cuckold him.

In the original scenario, she probably fell for the principal’s stinky balls because Yogi Souta’s balls weren’t ripe yet. Yeah, that must be it. This girl was basically a beast who chose her partner based on ball stinkiness.

But on the flip side, Yogi’s older brother already had the stinkiest balls, and they were still ripening. That explained why Yogi hadn’t noticed anything off with the smell of my “sweet ball soup”—there was something stinkier nearby. It’s like trying to notice natto inside a can of surströmming; the stink overwhelms everything else.

“F-For me, to… date Yogi’s s-stinky balls… D-Dirty! How could I say such lewd, shameless words…?!”

Her face turned beet red, and steam seemed to rise from her head.

In this state, her role as the main heroine stood out even more.

I had forgotten, but yes, she’s also the main heroine.

To be honest, I found her a bit cute. About one eight-billionth as cute as Maika.

“It’s fine. You’re an adult woman now. It’s perfectly normal to date a classmate and enjoy the scent of his balls. What’s so shameless about that?”

“T-That’s… normal?”

“Yeah, totally. I’ll introduce you to Yogi and even help you with the romance. I’m a master of rom-coms, after all. Here’s your first piece of advice: guys like girls who are devoted to them no matter what. Never fall for another guy’s balls, got it? Especially stay away from his brother.”

“I-I see. If I can be with Yogi-kun’s stinky balls, then… I wouldn’t be interested in other guys’ balls… As long as I have his super-stinky balls, I think I can resist the temptation of condoms… Though, I might become someone who can’t live without Yogi’s stinky balls…”

The student council president muttered weakly, pressing her cheeks with her hands.

Alright, this was perfect.

If I got Yogi’s brother into a relationship with her before Yogi Souta could fall for her, the NTR route would be avoided entirely.

Even if Yogi Souta met her later, as his brother’s stinky-ball-obsessed girlfriend, a serious virgin like him would probably just be disgusted.

She’d also quit the condom habit, and without Yogi’s balls in the student council room, she could maintain her dignity as president. Even if Riko wandered near the student council, she wouldn’t find out that the president was corrupted by an erotic game.

Perfect! This plan is flawless!

Alright! Let’s get my star catcher together with this uptight student council president! I thought it might be annoying at first, but now I’m kind of excited to experience this high school romance thing!

“Maika, help her with romance advice. You’re the love expert here.”

“No. No way. What even is this?”

“Eh? It’s a gal game. The main heroine route.”

“Do recent gal games really have stinky balls as key items? I can’t stand smelly balls. Kyugo’s have a strong flavor, but they’re not smelly. In the morning, they smell like well-roasted hazelnuts. During the day, they gradually transition to a concentrated dried fruit scent. But the peak is after practice, with a blend of fermented aromas. It’s the best, especially in the muggy season from June to mid-summer. Though the floral scent after a bath is pretty nice, too.”

Yep, Maika was still Maika!

I had been a bit worried by the president’s aggressive approach, but in the end, Maika won by a landslide!

My wife is the biggest pervert!