The Old Man Is Being Shared by Three Gyarus?! ~An Ordinary Salaryman Is Adored by Energetic, Beautiful Gyarus, and His Daily Life With Gyarus Begins Now!~ - 40

Chapter 40: Round One: A Bowling Match Where the Loser Has to Make a Funny Face

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The first ever “Bowling Match Where the Loser Must Make a Funny Face” had begun. 

Signaling the start of the match, the ball that Misaki-san threw made a satisfying crisp sound.

“I did it! Strike!”

What the hell!?

“Yay!”

The three gyarus high-fived each other excitedly.

“I’m next.”

Ayane-san stepped up and threw the ball gracefully.

Ka-kon!

“Ah, so close.”

Nine pins!? Are you kidding me!?

Ayane-san then nonchalantly brought down the remaining pins. 

“Yay!~”

She bounced lightly as she high-fived the others, causing her G-cup chest to jiggle along. 

God grief… My girlfriends are so outrageous!!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

I got so worked up that I ended up over-polishing my bowling ball. The university girls in the next lane probably thought I was some kind of weirdo. 

“Ahem.”

I cleared my throat and looked up at the scoreboard. Misaki-san and Ayane-san had a strike and a spare in the first frame. Well, that was expected. They both said they were good at sports after all. Which meant… The battle for last place would be a head-to-head fight between me, Risa-san, who was tottering on her steps to carry the heavy bowling ball with both hands. 

“Umph…”

Let me see what you’ve got, my little sister!

“Ugh… It’s so heavy…”

Clutching the ball with both hands, Risa-san waddled her way to the starting position. 

Oi, oi, oi? Can you even throw the ball like that?

“Risa! Good luck! You got this! Just aim for the middle and you’ll be fine!”

“O-Okay! Here goes!”

Risa-san swung the ball back ever so slightly and dropped it onto the lane. The ball rolled forward weakly. I almost felt bad for the ball, even. 

Ahahaha! With this, victory is mine! At that speed, there’s now way that ball can knock down a pin. No. It won’t even reach the pins in the first place!

“Huh…? Wait a sec?”

Contrary to my expectations, the ball wobbled its way down the lane, creeping closer and closer to the pins.

Pakon! Goto-goto-goto…

Wait, eight pins!? With that throw!?

Of course Risa-san couldn’t get the other pins, but she somehow managed to knock down an extra pin with her second shot. 

“Nice one, Risa!”

“Yay!”

The gyaru girls cheered enthusiastically.

“You’re up, Ossan! Show us something cool!”

“Ri-Right! Leave it to me!”

I gripped my 16-pound cannon and stepped into position. I was starting to get used to the weight—maybe I could even throw it one-handed now. Taking a deep breath, I focused on the pins… but then, I heard something from behind me.

“Miss, miss, miss…”

“Miss, miss, miss…”

“Excuse me… The two of you? Aren’t you being a bit too mean to me?”

“It’ll be way more fun if Ossan loses!”

Fun…?

“Ayane-san too. Please join us in sending bad energy toward Onii-san.”

Bad energy?!

“Huh? Me too? Geez… Fine, fine.”

“Miss, miss, miss…”

“Miss, miss, miss…”

“Miss, miss, miss…”

All three of them chanted in unison. 

Damn it! I’m gonna cry, you know?!

“Phew…”

Calm down. Focus. I’ve been training diligently at home! I can do it, even if I need to use this ridiculously heavy ball!

“Alright.”

Getting into my stance, I swung my 16-pound cannon ball with one hand and….

…Nope. Not happening. 

Sensing immediate danger, I swiftly switched to a two-handed throw. Despite nearly tripping over my own feet, I somehow managed to release the ball onto the lane. 

DUN!

Just as I expected. My throw didn’t end well. My first throw ended in a humiliating gutter ball.

“What was that!? Ossan, that was so lame!”

Misaki-san exclaimed while bursting out laughing. 

“Misaki, don’t laugh too much. You’re being rude to Onii-san… Pfft….”

Clutching her stomach, Risa-san wheezed between giggles. 

Darn ittttt….

“Oji-san, this is only the beginning! You still have your second throw! Fight on!”

Right. Ayane-san was right. The game had just started. Forget the one-handed throw. I should just go all in with both hands from the start! No matter how lame and clumsy I looked, I had to claw my way to victory! No one would get to see an old man making a funny face! I would personally make sure of it! No matter what!

“UOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!”

30 minutes later.

“Ossan, that is so boring.”

“Huh!? You’ve never made a funny face before!?”

Three high school girls were glaring at me. Their phone cameras were pointed straight at my face and my embarrassment had long since exceeded its limit.

“Oji-san, come on. Don’t be shy. I do funny faces all the time for fun and besides, it’s just us here! No one’s watching!”

I slowly  shifted my gaze past them. The four college girls who had been bowling next to us had stopped their game to watch me intently. They were waiting. Waiting for my funny face. 

“Ppppffft…. Come on, do your best, Onii-san. I will make sure to save a perfect shot of your funny face on my phone… Pffft-hahaha!”

And now my little sister was mocking me openly. She was throwing the words I had uttered before the game started right back at me. 

Damn ittttttt….

“Haaah…”

I steeled myself. Even with the handicap, I had lost the match. And I lost completely… Utterly… Mercilessly…. A funny face? Compared to corporate presentations, this was nothing. Besides, I would be making a funny face to my girlfriends. Even if my face turned out to be terrible, they’d still welcome it with open arms. 

“Ossan, you got this!”

“Oji-san, do your best!”

“Onii-san, we’re waiting!”

Encouraged by the three gyarus, I covered my face with both hands.

“Here goes!”

Bracing myself, I revealed my masterpiece to the three (plus four) spectators.

Behold! The ultimate funny face of a salaryman in his late 20s!!

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“Haa…”

After paying the cost of bowling for all four of us at the front desk, I let out a deep sigh as I stood near the restroom. 

“Making a funny face… is actually pretty hard.”

I had meant to make them laugh, but for some reason, they gave me a round of applause instead. Well, I guess that’s still better than getting awkward looks.

“Ossan, I’ve fallen for you all over again!”

Misaki-san hit me with a ‘Nice!~’ while the other two… Well, they seemed pretty happy too so I should count that as a win anyway. Even the university girls playing next to us didn’t look disgusted at me. If anything, they seemed interested in me.

Maybe, just maybe… I had a chance with them…

Ladies, what do you think? How about sharing me among yourselves?

“Hah! Yeah, right!”

“Huh? If it isn’t Onii-san?”

“I’m sorry!! I was just joking!”

A guy called out to me and I reflexively bowed my head in apology.

“What are you doing, Onii-san? It’s me, me. Come on, look up.”

Huh? This familiar voice…

I slowly raised my head and…

“ARGH-?! SO BRIGHT!!”

A dazzling aura blinded my eyes. This guy was practically the embodiment of sunshine pouring down at you. 

Do I even know someone like him…?

“What a coincidence! Are you here for bowling too, Onii-san?”

Who the hell is this guy…?

I cautiously studied his dazzling face.

“Huh?! Tsubasa-kun?!”

“That’s right! Yo!”

Flashing a smile so dazzling it could make a girl swoon on the spot was none other than Ayane-san’s number one admirer—the Handsome Childhood Friend.

Se-Seriously…? 

I happened to run into my rival.

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