It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 50

Chapter 50: Training

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When you thought of summer… Of course it had to be the beach! The mountains! Picking up girls! …Or so one would like to say, but—

“Hayato-san! Yoru-kun! Just a little more, keep going!”

I had come with Hayato, the so-called bookish boy, to the Valkyrie Group’s training gym run by my mother. Besides the training gym, there was also a dojo that taught martial arts, which was also used by Mori-san and the others who served as our bodyguards.

It was nostalgic, since the facility had originally developed from the training center my mother brought me to back in elementary school.

“Both of you, make sure to hydrate.”

Mori-san, who had changed into fitness wear, was a hidden busty beauty. Every time she called out to us or gave exercise instructions, her large chest swayed, locking Hayato’s gaze in place.

“Hayato-san, you have way too little stamina. If girls attack you like that, you won’t be able to run away, you know.”

The beautiful, busty Mori-san cheered Hayato on. Each time she did, her chest shook along. At nineteen years old, she was three years older than me. Lately, longing for that city-woman vibe, she had gotten a perm and dyed her hair.

Her face had originally been fair and simply beautiful, so the change made her into a polished beauty. Hayato often found himself staring at the refined Mori-san, stopping his training in awe.

What about Ichika, huh??? 

I wanted to retort.  Hayato had talent, especially considering this was a world where common sense dictated reversed sexual morals and boys were considered herbivorous and frail! Hayato might have looked frail and herbivorous at first glance, but inside, he possessed the instinctual drive of a carnivorous man—namely, the lewd curiosity of a closet pervert.

“Yoru-kun! You’ve stopped moving.”

When it came to sports, which was her specialty, Mori-san gave us encouragement with a lively, glowing smile. Her body, trained through judo, wasn’t that of a bulging muscle-bound macho man, but instead supple, refined, and beautifully sculpted.

A strong and beautiful woman. She was just the kind of woman Mother would probably like, I thought honestly.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, you two.”

“Osu! Thank you very much!”

Hayato and I voiced the closing greeting together.

“Well then, Hayato-san, please go take a shower. Yoru-kun, this way.”

Lately, this had become the usual routine. Her large chest pressed against my arm as if to say, “I won’t let you escape.” Mori-san’s beautiful face peeked up at me from below. The reason we had gotten this close was about to begin. Over our training wear, we each put on a judo gi and moved to the dojo.

“Come on! Bring it!”

Mori-san took her stance with great spirit. I approached slowly. She grew cautious and hopped back to gain distance. But in the narrow dojo, there wasn’t much room to run. Besides, you couldn’t keep fleeing if you wanted to fight. As I steadily closed the gap, Mori-san steeled herself and dove in.

With a twenty-centimeter height difference between us, her quick movements grabbed my gi and went for a throw. One throw wasn’t enough to break my stance, so she tried again and again, two, three times, doing her best to topple me. But by keeping my hips low, I endured her techniques.

“Kh…”

I saw an opening in Mori-san as she tired, and seized the chance to throw her. With her exhausted body and lighter weight, she couldn’t resist my strength and was thrown down.

“D-dammit!!! I lost again!!!”

Mori-san was a sore loser, so when I crouched down to approach her…

“Gotcha! You’re off guard!”

She said, lunging to hug me. No—this wasn’t a hug. She was going for a grappling hold. But this was bad. My arm was caught between her large breasts. Her sweaty, sweet fragrance grew stronger as she locked me in an armbar.

“How’s that!?”

Mori-san’s face lit up with delight as she secured the hold. Seeing her so happy wasn’t bad. Not bad, but this was still a match. I couldn’t just let her win.

“Not quite yet.”

I swung my legs up, spinning my body all at once. With the momentum, I yanked my arm free, grabbed her leg, and locked her in a figure-four leg hold.

“Ow!”

The subtle pain of the figure-four made me watch Mori-san’s reaction.

“Khhh~”

Not wanting to give in, Mori-san struggled and flailed—it was honestly cute to watch. It stirred up a sadistic urge in me to tease her even more.

“Ughh… I can’t… I give up.”

Whether from the pain in her legs or the frustration of losing, Mori-san’s eyes brimmed with tears as I helped her up.

“Come on, don’t cry.”

I placed my hand gently on Mori-san’s soft cheek, brushing away the moisture near her eyes with my thumb.

“Ha—hya!”

Her face suddenly flushed red, and she looked bashful.

I guess it’s wrong of me to touch a woman’s face so suddenly? 

I thought, withdrawing my hand.

“Ah…”

“Well then, shall we clean up and head home?”

“O-Osu! I’ll serve as your guard.”

“Haha, you don’t need to be so formal. Everyone’s doing a great job.”

Mori-san had been assigned as my personal bodyguard. I had actually said I didn’t need one. But apparently, my mother had ordered that I should have one too. Because I insisted I didn’t need it, Tsurugi-san had thought it over and chosen the most junior—Mori-san—to be my exclusive guard.

“She’s still inexperienced as a guard. Please let her learn under you, Yoru-sama.”

With the way Tsurugi-san phrased it, it became hard to refuse, so I accepted. Tsurugi-san herself served as Seiya’s personal guard and oversaw the whole team. Hayato and Youhei each had their own guards as well, so now we could feel secure. 

With summer vacation about to begin, I was glad we had made it in time. After all, I wanted us all to be able to spend an enjoyable summer together.

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