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 70: Afterstory & Prequel - 11

Chapter 70: Afterstory & Prequel – 11: The Guy Who Could Have Been a Harem Protagonist

“Wh-What’s wrong, Maika…?”

My voice came out weaker than I’d intended. Partly because I didn’t want my classmates, who were undoubtedly staring at this situation, to overhear, but mostly because I was genuinely nervous.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Obviously, I’m just here to swap bentos. The one I made for you is way too much for me to eat, as always.”

Even though I had kept my voice low, Maika’s irritated tone was unnecessarily loud. Her explanation was overly detailed, too. The quiet classroom only made it echo more.

With a sour expression, Maika swapped the pouches.

Well, I guess there’s no helping it now. At least her clearly annoyed face should prevent any weird misunderstandings. Also, her skirt is way too short. I’ll need to bring that up when we get home.

“Ah, sorry for the trouble, Maika.”

“Hm.”

“…Hm? Oh, I’ll enjoy it today as well.”

“Hm.”

“…Hm? Hm? What’s wrong, Maika…?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

For some reason, Maika had dragged over Hasumi-san’s chair from my left and was now sitting directly in front of me. She opened both my bento pouch and hers, lining up the two lunchboxes on my desk.

By the way, Hasumi-san, who was so cheerful yesterday, saying, “Nice to meet you! Baseball is amazing! I think I’ll come watch this year—only on days Kyugo-kun is pitching! Haha!” now looked at me with utter disdain. She even switched to using formal language.

“Y-You’re eating here…?”

“Thanks to someone, I already have no place in class on the second day of school.”

“Sorry…”

Though, honestly, I think that hair and your loose uniform might also be part of the problem. This school is full of serious students, after all. Well, except for that one overly serious “release management” girl.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? I never said who. What exactly are you apologizing for? Hey, what did you do to feel sorry about?”

“…I… I don’t know. I’m sorry for not knowing why I’m apologizing.”

“Hmph. Whatever. I don’t care. Anyway, I’m just eating here on my own.”

“I-I see.”

“…So?”

“So… what?”

“Your manager girlfriend over there seems to have business with you. Didn’t she just play ‘guess who’ all buddy-buddy with you? Gross.”

“Oh, right.”

I’d completely forgotten. Just two minutes ago, in full view of everyone, I’d experienced the once-in-a-lifetime miracle of a beautiful underclassman, who is rumored to have been dumped by me, doing a playful ‘guess who’ on me. And I’d already forgotten about it because gal Maika was so damn cute. Her pale, bare thighs were so plump. And they’re only going to get plumper. So plump…!

“Na-Nakano…”

“Nakano, yes. The girl who worked up the courage to visit her favorite upperclassman’s classroom, only to be ignored in front of everyone while he squabbled with his sister. That Nakano.”

“Sorry…”

Turning around again, I saw a beautiful, short-haired girl with an expressionless face looking down at me. Why does someone so cool and composed pull playful stunts like ‘guess who’?

“It’s fine. Nakano is used to being overlooked by Kyugo-senpai. Pardon me while I sit next to you.”

Nakano dragged over the chair that belonged to Kouda-san, who sat to my right, and settled herself next to me. In her hand, she was holding a jelly drink. Was she planning to have lunch with me? Whether that even counted as lunch was debatable.

By the way, Kouda-san had already started hating me on the second day of class. Yesterday, she had been nervously saying things like, “N-Nice to meet you, Kyugo-kun… Do you remember me? Last year, when I was in the cheerleading club, we came to support you. Oh, um, I’m in the cheer club, by the way… Huh? Oh, yeah! Right, Kyugo-kun, you came over to thank us even though it was right after losing because of that senior’s error… Huh? No, no, not at all! I mean, the baseball club is so polite; none of us had ever seen anyone express gratitude like you did! Even the senior cheerleaders said so… Ah, sorry, Hasumi-san’s glare is scaring me…” And now, she was looking at me with utter contempt. So much for that heartfelt introduction yesterday.

Honestly, I remember way too many details of my conversations with girls. The fact that I don’t remember Nakano is, in retrospect, pretty odd.

This kind of thing didn’t just happen with Hasumi-san and Kouda-san, though. If anything, this time I at least knew the reason behind it—a stupid rumor about me using and dumping someone. Back in middle school, girls who seemed to like me for a while would suddenly start keeping their distance for no apparent reason.

Not that I was in love with any of them, but getting hated by girls is still a shock. I’d always end up sulking while Maika scolded me, only to comfort me right after.

If Nakano had been the only girl to actually confess to me back then, there’s no way I’d forget that.

“Huh?”

With her usual irritated tone, Maika spoke up.

“Why is Nakano-san sitting with us? Didn’t you have something to say to our Kyugo? Why don’t you just say it and leave? Once you’re done talking, you can go, right?”

Maika, who had been avoiding my gaze until now, suddenly started glaring at me pointedly—only when she was addressing Nakano.

Nakano, on the other hand, stared straight at Maika and responded.

“Yes, I do have something to say. Not to Kyugo-senpai, but to the people around him. I’ve come to clear up the horrible rumors being spread about him.”

“Huh? Our Kyugo? Kyugo is our Kyugo.”

“No, our Kyugo-senpai. Nakano and Kyugo-senpai are in the same club, after all.”

Wow, Nakano. The fact that you’re creating this tense atmosphere with Maika is impressive. It feels like Riko’s spirit is backing you up or something. Although, you don’t have Riko’s overwhelming presence—if it were her, she’d already have Maika beat by now.

Nakano, the “discount Riko,” slowly stood up, scanned the room, and said,

“Everyone, please listen. Our Kyugo-senpai—”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough.”

Maika cut Nakano’s matter-of-fact speech off almost immediately.

“What is it, Maika-san? Please don’t grab Nakano’s skirt.”

“If there’s a misunderstanding about our Kyugo, then I’ll clear it up. It’ll be more convincing coming from me, his family, than from some stranger.”

With a casual attitude but a voice that carried through the entire classroom, Maika declared,

“Excuse me, everyone, Kyugo’s classmates. I’m his sister. I just came to deliver the lunch I made for him as usual. Oh, and by the way, Kyugo’s a virgin, so there’s no way he’d sleep with someone and dump them. Please don’t misunderstand. He’s the kind of virgin who was furiously jerking off just last night. Okay, Nakano-san, does that settle it?”

The virgin and jerking-off details were completely unnecessary. And how does she even know about last night? Oh, right. She changed the trash bag. Yeah, that’s why. And, well, I guess it’s also because I do it every day. Yeah, that too.

Still, this is something Nakano, as the person involved in the rumors, should be denying herself. That would definitely be more convincing than Maika speaking for me.

Nakano, unsurprisingly, slammed her palms on my desk, her face bright red, and shouted,

“Th-That’s absurd! Th-There’s no way my prince would do something so vulgar!”

So much for her usual calm demeanor. She wasn’t even trying to keep her composure. Her face was completely flushed as she yelled.

Seriously? That’s the part that bothered you the most? And “Nakano’s prince”? That phrase feels weirdly unimpressive. Wait, why am I the one getting hung up on that?

“Huh? What are you talking about, Nakano-san? Kyugo not jerking off wouldn’t even be Kyugo. He does it every day.”

“Stop it! Don’t taint my prince’s image with these lies!”

What is she even talking about? She’s dead serious. And besides, isn’t this just typical for high school boys? Honestly, my libido is probably average—it’s just aimed in the wrong direction.

“Calm down for a second, Nakano. I haven’t been following this conversation since yesterday.”

“…You’re right. My apologies, Kyugo-senpai.”

Nakano took a deep breath, regained her composure, and sat up straight again. She’s generally willing to listen, so maybe having this conversation isn’t such a bad thing after all.

“Alright, Nakano. Let me ask one thing at a time—”

“No need for that, Kyugo. Just hurry up and eat the lunch I made for you, like always. It’s my cooking that’s been building your body all these years.”

“Your volume control’s way off today.”

It wasn’t exactly shouting, but her voice was just the right amount of loud to be annoying.

“Why does Maika-san think she has the right to interrupt Kyugo-senpai and Nakano’s conversation? Please, Kyugo-senpai, feel free to ask whatever you’d like.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Just eat already, Kyugo. The lunch I made for you.”

“I will, but… why are you so desperate to cut off our conversation?”

Just a second ago, she was the one encouraging Nakano to talk. Is there something she’s trying to hide if I ask Nakano about what’s going on?

“Huh? Because I calculated the menu based on the time you’d be eating. If you miss your lunch during break, it’ll mess up the meal plan I made for you.”

“I won’t miss it. I’ll eat while I talk. So, Nakano… uh, it’s embarrassing to ask, but why are you so fixated on me? Honestly, I don’t remember much about middle school or anything…”

At the very least, I didn’t use and dump her. I’m a virgin, and the only person I get excited about is Maika.

“Why does Nakano love Kyugo-senpai? Let me explain. This will make it clearer. Everyone in the class, please, take a look.”

“Wait, what?”

Why is this happening?

The classmates who had been watching this whole scene unfold were now paying full attention. Some were even pointing their smartphone cameras at us—of course, one of them was Takase. This video is definitely going to spread, and in the future, it’ll probably get brought up during university mixers as the “weird high school story” for at least a month. It’s practically a public attraction at this point. Everyone but the people involved must be having the time of their lives.

Look at Takase’s eyes shining. If he looked at a soccer ball with that much focus, he’d probably be the second keeper by now. Maybe he should just switch positions entirely.