It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 77

Chapter 77: IF : Bodyguard’s POV

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【Tae Mori】

I was raised in a dojo since I was young. The sacred dojo always purified my heart.

“Ossu!”

I always started with ukemi practice to get my body accustomed to the tatami. The smell of the tatami stirred me up, filling my body with energy. As I loosened up my body, he arrived.

“Excuse me.”

“You’re here.”

Yoru Kurose, a boy who came for my guidance. He was a mysterious, handsome guy with a blessed physique. This cute boy had never once beaten me. He came every day, determined to take me down. That was why I always accepted his challenge.

“Shisho! Please, let’s begin!”

He seemed to have come without wearing anything under his judo gi, nervously adjusting his collar repeatedly. The glimpses of his soft skin infiltrated the sacred dojo with impure thoughts, and the demon called temptation disrupted my mind.

“Come at me from anywhere you want.”

I took a stance with a shout of focus. He lunged toward my chest. Each time his arms reached for my collar, they brushed against my chest, sparking intense collar-grabbing exchanges.

Every time his hot hands touched my chest, a mix of pain and stimulation brought a pleasant sensation. In return, I kept attacking to seize his collar. His gi came loose, revealing an indecent state, yet he gazed at me with serious eyes.

“Wait. Fix yourself.”

“Ah, sorry.”

He adjusted his collar shyly, but his loosely tied belt wasn’t properly secured. I ended up being more considerate of him, a boy who showed no shame.

“Why didn’t you wear anything underneath?”

“Sorry. I forgot to prepare today! But I can still do judo with just the gi!”

“You think you can perform sacred judo in that state?!”

I shouted at him to discipline myself.

“Sorry. Should we stop for today?”

“Are you okay with that? You don’t mind even if we have to stop here today?”

But when he stared at me with serious eyes, I couldn’t refuse to spar.

“No way. I want to take Shisho down today.”

“Alright. For the sake of your spirit, we’ll go with this today.”

I decided to accept the match, swayed by his determination. Before I knew it, my breathing had grown heavy. I had to calm my heart. This was a match. Nothing impure about it. Absolutely no lewd feelings whatsoever.

“Here I go!”

“Yes!”

Each time his hands reached for my chest to grab my collar, I felt tremendous strength. My hands reached for his chest, his vital parts flushed red, and I couldn’t stop.

This was serious sparring. If I held back, he’d overpower me.

“Hah!”

With my kiai, I nearly executed a perfect ippon seoi nage, but he twisted his body to avoid the throw. What incredible athleticism. But if I couldn’t finish it, I’d just transition to ground techniques.

I grabbed his arm and locked him in an armbar. His thick, large thing pressed between my legs and against my chest, shaking my legs intensely with each struggle, forcing me to endure the pain.

“Do you give up?”

“Not yet!”

As he tried to break free forcefully, I flipped him onto his back, straddled his head, and pinned his arms with mine, holding him down. My chest rested on his face, and his sweat-drenched chest glistened before my eyes.

“Fooo!!!”

I let out a fierce shout to focus. He struggled, shaking his head side to side under my chest, trying to escape. I held him down desperately, and he tapped my arm repeatedly, signaling surrender.

“Phew. Another win for me today.”

Breathless, he lay defenseless on the mat, his gi disheveled, underwear visible through his shifted pants. A weakened, exposed pretty boy. I gently extended a hand to him.

“Come on, one more round.”

“Y-Yes, Shisho.”

I took down the younger Yoru-kun repeatedly, choking and pinning him, making him show pained expressions. An older sister teaching him hand and foot—that was the ideal relationship I envisioned.

“Ei!”

“Ouch!”

“Tae-san, you seemed to be dozing off. Are you okay?”

A sudden pain snapped me back to reality.

“Huh? Where’s Shisho?”

“Uh? What are you talking about, Tae-san? After I choked you out earlier, you started laughing. I had a hunch things were about to get dangerous. Good thing I snapped you out with some spirit.”

Before me was Yoru-kun, looking down with a relaxed smile. I lay sprawled on the floor, utterly defenseless.

“Hah, it was a dream!!”

“Dream?”

“N-Nothing!”

“Alright. Let’s continue sparring. Try throwing me at least once.”

Right. I’d never beaten him. That was why I kept coming to the dojo to challenge him. Taking his offered hand, I stood up. Despite my confidence in stamina, he always overpowered me without letting me do anything.

“Hah!”

I barely dodged his ippon seoi nage, but he seamlessly applied a ground technique. Locked in a kesa gatame, held tightly as I struggled, he calmly pinned me and took the point.

“Good work.”

“Ossu. Good work.”

After the spar, he whispered in my ear.

“Uh, it’s hard to say, but you should wear a sports bra or something. Your sweat makes it see-through.”

He pointed it out with a troubled look. I realized I’d been sparring braless and true to his words, my clothes were completely transparent due to sweat.

“Hau!”

“I couldn’t say earlier because we were in a serious match… Sorry.”

Yoru-kun left the dojo, his face red.

“I-I mean, w-who’d care about a rough looking girl like me anyway…”

The embarrassment of being seen and the thought that Yoru-kun might have been aroused by me made my face burn.

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