In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 32

Chapter 32: Doubling Down…!

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“Take this!”

“Like I’d let you!”

“Tch…! You’re pretty good!”

“I can say the same to you!”

“But this is where I finish it! Take my ultimate move—Forehand Smash!”

“As if I wouldn’t see that coming!”

The ball that Riria struck with her powerful forehand bounced once and flew straight toward my face. But I had already anticipated this. A smash from an amateur was filled with nothing more than raw power. As long as I positioned my racket at the right angle in the right spot, I could return it just by making the racket touch the ball.

“No way…! You were able to return my smash so easily!?

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The ball I deflected bounced once more, landing just out of Riria’s reach. With that, this game was mine. No sweat. Riria was no match for me. It was a well-known fact that introverts excelled at table tennis.

“…Wait, are we really going to work up a sweat!?”

“Well, after eating that much, we kinda have to, or it’ll be bad for our bodies.”

After somehow finishing our extra-large ramen, Riria and I headed to Found One, an indoor leisure facility. It had all sorts of amusement facilities—bowling, darts, batting cages, roller skating, and more. For some reason, though, we ended up choosing table tennis and had been completely absorbed in it ever since.

Well, since I had experience, I figured this would be a good fit. But I never expected Riria to get so into it too. Table tennis was an introvert’s sport. So why was Riria, a popular girl, actually decent at it? She must just have good reflexes. Even in my original world, the outgoing kids were usually the fastest runners. It was probably something like that.

“Still, Hirakawa-kun, you’re really good at table tennis. Did you play table tennis in middle school?”

“Yeah, I was in the table tennis club. Not that I was any good though.”

“Wait, you move like that and still say you weren’t good? What kind of table tennis club was that…?”

“There were a few players at the national level. Maybe that helped me improve.”

“You should’ve kept playing in high school. Isn’t it a waste to quit?”

“Not really. Table tennis doesn’t exactly make you popular, so I figured why bother playing.”

“Oh? So Hirakawa-kun actually wants to be popular?”

“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant…”

I let that slip a little too easily. No, way too easily. First off, I should apologize to all the table tennis players out there. Whether or not it made you popular depended on the person… but for the most part, playing table tennis really couldn’t help you become popular. Tennis players got all the attention. That was just the way it was.

And I was still talking like I was in the original world. In this world, if a guy outright said he “wants to be popular,” people would probably find it off-putting. A more reserved and humble attitude suited the image I was going for.

“Anyway, I’ve already won three games. Are we still going to play?”

“Of course! I won’t be satisfied until I win at least once!”

“Sure, sure. Not like it’ll change anything—I’m just going to win again.”

“Nope! This time, I’m winning for sure!”

“Oh? Then Sotogahama-san, if you win, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Ooh, acting all confident now? You’re gonna regret that!”

“Not at all. But you do realize what will happen if you lose again, right?”

“Bring it on. If I lose, I’ll do whatever Hirakawa-kun tells me to.”

“Really? You just said ‘whatever,’ right?”

“Yes. A woman never goes back on her word.”

Even that saying is reversed in this world, huh?

I thought to myself as I picked up the ball. Riria’s only real strength was her physical prowess. Her technique was still lacking, so as long as I kept playing defensively and wore her down, she’d eventually slip up.

Don’t underestimate me. Back in middle school, I was so annoyingly persistent that my nickname was “Prime Minister.”

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“―And that’s another win for me.”

True enough, I once again defeated Riria easily.

“This is unacceptable!”

“Well, the score was 11-6. Fair and square.”

“…If I back down now, I’d be a disgrace as a woman! I’m doubling down!”

Riria looked frustrated. She really wanted to win.

This… Feels familiar. I know this pattern. This is how people end up losing everything in gambling.

“Doubling down? What exactly are you betting though?”

“Since I lost, I already owe you one favor, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So this time, I’m betting two favors instead.”

“…I see.”

So that’s what she meant by doubling down.

In gambling, there was a strategy called the Martingale System, where you doubled your bet every time you lose to eventually guarantee a win. If you had a 50/50 chance of winning, it was an incredibly effective method. But this was table tennis.

Riria hasn’t won even once so far. So what are her odds of winning…? It’s zero. (Yes. It’s a rhetorical question.) So if I keep letting her double down and I keep winning, I’ll end up with three favors total. Riria will have to do whatever I say three times. Now, what should I make her do? I don’t have to use them all at once. I can take my time deciding after I win.

“Alright, let’s go. This time, I’ll serve first.”

“Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t matter who serves—I’ll still win.”

“Tch… Just you wait!”

Riria tossed the ball up and tapped it lightly with her racket. It was a surprise soft serve. The ball bounced once on her side and headed toward me… Or at least, that was the plan. Instead, it hit the net and dropped back onto her side.

“Ah, shoot! It clipped the net. Let’s do that one over.”

“Uh… Sotogahama-san? That’s not a redo.”

“Huh? But if a serve hits the net, isn’t it a redo?”

“Usually, yeah. But this time, the ball hit the net and landed on your side. That means I get the point.”

“…You’re kidding.”

“I’m not. You need to read the rulebook.”

Riria was visibly shaken and after that, she kept losing several more points in a row. In the end, I successfully secured my three favors from her.

Now… What should I use them for?

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