I Came to a World Where the Concept of Chastity is Reversed, so I Tried to Change my Job to a Playboy, but the Interference is Intense. Please Help me. - Chapter 218: Event—Ball Toss

Chapter 218: Event—Ball Toss

After some commentary, it’s my turn to compete.

“Here we go, the class-versus-class ball toss battle! Ten players per team, five minutes to throw as many balls into the basket as possible! Simple, but the basket’s small, so it demands precision! It’s first-year Class A versus Class C!”

Listening to Jitsuri-senpai’s commentary, we gather at our positions.

“Let’s do this, Yuki-kun!”

“Yuki-sama, I’ll give it my all!”

“We’ll secure victory for Goshujin-sama!”

The team includes Sakura, Sanbi, and Kyoka.

“Let’s win this for Yuki-kun!”

“““Yeah!”””

The rest are classmates I don’t know well. When they heard I was joining the ball toss, a fierce rock-paper-scissors match decided the fiercest competitors.

“And get this, Class C has our former commentator, Oyodo-kun, joining the fray! Cheer him on, everyone!”

“““Go, Oyodo-kun!!”””

Jitsuri-senpai’s call sparks cheers from the crowd.

In my past life, I never got squeals from girls, so it’s half embarrassing, half thrilling. I wave to the crowd, and the “Kyaa!” cheers get louder.

“Both teams are ready… Game on!”

BANG!

Jitsuri-senpai’s signal starts the ball toss.

Everyone grabs balls from the ground and throws them at the basket.

I’m confident in my aim. Thanks to my basketball experience, my throws go in smoothly.

“Whoa! Oyodo-kun’s balls are flying right into the basket! Rumor has it he crushed the basketball club, and that skill looks real!”

Crushed? It was a narrow comeback win—where’d that rumor come from?

“But Class A’s not backing down! They’re tossing balls in too! Neither side’s giving an inch!”

Sakura, Sanbi, Kyoka, and the other classmates throw balls, but their aim isn’t as sharp as mine.

In the middle of this intense match, something hits my head with a thunk.

Looking down, it’s a ball from the other team.

“Sorry!!”

A girl from Class A runs over. Her throw must’ve overshot the basket and flown my way.

I pick up the ball to hand it back, but as she reaches me—

“Ah!?”

She trips on nothing and starts to fall.

I catch her in my arms.

“You okay?”

“K-K-K…”

“K-K-K?”

The girl, now clinging to me, freezes, then hugs me tighter.

“Sniff… Haaa…”

…Sweaty as I am, it’s kinda embarrassing to have my scent sniffed.

“Oh my! A Red Team girl suddenly hugs Oyodo-kun! She’s burying her face in his chest! I’m jealous!!”

Jitsuri-senpai’s commentary draws every eye to me.

“Uh, you good?”

“Sniff… Haaa…” “I’m not okay, so please stay like this.”

“Huh? Well, okay—‘Hold it!’”

I turn to see the entire Class A team rushing toward me.

“That’s cheating! Let me take her place!”

“Yeah, yeah! Let me hug Oyodo-kun too!”

“I want a whiff of Oyodo-kun’s fragrance!”

…Is this allowed during a match?

As I ponder, Sakura, Sanbi, and Kyoka approach, forcibly peeling the girl off me.

“Ahh, Oyodo-kun’s scent…”

“No hugging my little brother without permission!”

“Line up, please.”

“Ten seconds per hug with Goshujin-sama. Line up quietly.”

Hearing this, the Class A girls form a neat line, and an impromptu hug-fest begins.

No clue what’s happening, but hugging a bunch of girls? I’ll take it!

“Oh no! Class A’s players are lining up at Oyodo-kun’s spot! He’s hugging them one by one! I wanna join!!”

Jitsuri-senpai’s commentary sparks more squeals from the crowd.

“What!? Why’s he hugging them!?”

“Hey, toss the balls!”

“If I join his event, maybe I’ve got a shot? Gotta check his events!”

“Pant pant pant! I wanna hug him and make it official! Hug him and put his stick in my basket!”

Why’s Sakura okay with this? Probably because some classmates aren’t joining the line.

They’re quietly tossing balls into the basket.

You’d think our class would line up too, but they’re focused.

“Oh, Yuki-kun, after we’re done, you can hug our classmates for ten seconds each. Any longer, and big sister’s gonna say no!”

Sounds like negotiations happened behind my back…

With that, the match is irrelevant.

Our class wins the ball toss, pushing White Team closer to victory.